A Banquet in the Bathhouse to Wash Away the Fatigue (2)
It had been so long since I'd even had the breath to think about sex, let alone talk about it.
Mediating the conflict between Ther and Yupi, dragging the ugly past of her family out into the light and forcing a reconciliation — the whole mess had kept me running around skipping meals.
There was obviously no spare time to jerk off by hand. And in that situation, I couldn't exactly ask Yupi to lend one, either.
The only breather I'd gotten was when the unpleasant stunt the family head pulled had softened my mood for a beat — and then, with perfect timing, the crew staying in Dilmun paid a visit to the Citrine Chamber.
And when Marin started seducing me in earnest, there was no holding back.
"Let's clear away whatever's in the way."
I swept the towel off the floor and carved her bare body into my eyes with both of them.
I'd seen it plenty of times, and it never got old. The thought of spreading her slit open and driving my cock into the hidden depths of that flesh dominated my skull.
Once I'd decided I was going to do it, I refused to touch the brakes. Full throttle, forward, no exceptions.
Squish, squish.
I grabbed Marin's breasts. They were firmer than the soft layer clinging to a belly, yet softer than muscle — a supple give that filled my palms perfectly.
No matter how hard I kneaded, they bounced back into shape like a slime toy in a child's hands. Watching the blood vessels dilate, flushing the skin red before it returned to its porcelain white, was one of the pleasures of looking.
"Solis, you're touching my chest too much."
When I kept obsessively fondling and tormenting her breasts, Marin stared straight at me.
"Maybe I'm just happy to get my hands on them after so long. You're not hating it, right?"
"No. I don't hate it."
She spread both arms wide, as if to say do as you please. She was helping me knead her chest freely, greedily, without a care.
"If Solis is happy, I'm happy."
The same deadpan expression as always — a face I'd grown so used to that it felt like home. It wasn't that she was holding back on purpose; she simply didn't know how to make expressions, so her facial muscles never moved. But she responded to me with total devotion.
Because she knew she was different from other people, she tried to capture my heart in a way no one else could. She expressed her love for me with her entire body.
She stripped away her clothes to lay her defenselessness bare, and even when I touched her most precious places, she didn't twitch a single finger. Every time I asked her something, she answered faithfully, always saying things I wanted to hear.
Clumsy at showing emotion the ordinary way, she laid her heart out to me in her own peculiar way.
"Mmnh... Solis."
She was so endearing that I stroked her head. Like a puppy being petted, she closed her eyes and soaked in my touch.
"More."
She nuzzled her cheek against my palm, as if asking for more. I obliged, licking down her neck with my tongue.
From her upper body downward — neck to shoulder, shoulder to armpit. Eventually my tongue, flickering like a serpent, came to a stop at her chest, then clamped down on its prey the moment it found it.
Nip!
I bared my teeth and swirled my tongue, tormenting her nipples. Marin stared at me with a strange look as I nursed at her chest with the relentless focus of an infant.
"Does it taste good? I don't think milk is going to come out."
"Don't care if there's no milk. I suck because I want to suck."
What did it matter that milk wasn't going to come from an unpregnant breast? Just as a baby is given a bottle to find comfort, a man plundering a woman's chest is instinct — a perfectly natural phenomenon.
And I was the one raising her small, modest breasts so that someday they might rise as high and proud as Eva's peaks.
"Nnh...!"
Marin shuddered like she'd been struck by electricity. Peeking at her, I caught the muscles of her face trembling ever so faintly.
Like someone revived by chest compressions, a small change had finally come over her expression.
"I'm all covered in drool. I just washed."
Marin ran her hands over her slick, sticky skin. Like a dog marking its territory with saliva, I had greedily smeared my scent all over her body, and now she was a mess because of it.
"When this is done, I'll wash you properly. Let's get in the bath together."
"Okay. Understood."
Since things were bound to get far worse here anyway, a little sweat and drool hardly counted. And hearing that we'd bathe together after, Marin threw herself into the act with even more heat.
"Solis, lie down."
She sprang up and pushed me flat onto the floor. The boards, soaked through with sauna heat, warmed my back as she climbed on top of me.
"I'll do it. Solis just watches."
"Oh? You're going to take care of me?"
"Mm. I'll make Solis feel good."
She spread her pussy wide open and pressed it against my hardened cock. Rubbing the juices-soaked slit of her crack against me with earnest, rolling motions, she teased my length.
Moving up and down like she was dancing, pressing her body close only to pull it away in a lewd, repeated rhythm — she was a vixen of seduction, plain and simple. The steam filling the sauna felt like it had been dyed pink.
She hovered right at the edge of taking me in, letting me dangle in exquisite agony, until she read the impatience in my face and leaned close to my ear for a tiny whisper.
"Going in."
That whisper was the fuse. Her spread hole bit down on my glans.
Schlup!
"You're in."
Her cunt swallowed my cock in one gulp, her inner folds clamping tight around the surface. She still couldn't take me to the root, but compared to our first time, she was undeniably deeper now.
"How is it, Solis?"
"The best. I feel like I'm going to lose it inside you any second."
That was no empty flattery — her grip was beyond anything my hand could compare to.
Ordinarily, a hand's pressure beats the squeeze of a pussy. Guys who masturbate a lot often can't even finish during sex for exactly that reason. But her hole exerted a pressure that made my old companion, my right hand, obsolete.
Even our first time I'd thought her a legendary talent, but this — she was getting better with every single day?
"I'm glad you said that."
Marin flushed at the praise. The deep crimson that bloomed across her face was like the vivid color of a lone flower opening in an overgrown field — and though the corners of her mouth never lifted, I could have sworn she was smiling.
"It's getting hard to hold back. Can you start moving soon?"
"Mm. I will."
Creak, creak.
Those words, like striking a match to signal the start, were how Marin began rocking her hips.
"Hah, hah... it feels good."
Panting shallow moans, she put her weight into it. Again and again she smashed her cervix down against the tip of my glans, pounding like a mallet on rice cake in a mill.
Her fine hair fluttered like the hem of a skirt in the wind, her small breasts swaying pitifully in time with her rhythm.
Whew... I'm losing my mind.
My brain melted like ice left out in the sun. It felt as if my normal circuitry had short-circuited. All that remained was the primal urge of a beast desperate to breed.
"Marin, I'm about to..."
"If you want to come, say so. I'm ready whenever."
Marin lifted her hands from where they'd been braced on the floor and wrapped them around her lower belly. That gesture, stroking herself as if asking me to fill her to the brim, was a stimulant — the willpower that had been pinching my prostate scattered to the winds.
Then, like a dam bursting, the climax came surging.
Spurt, spurt!
"Nghh...!"
Marin reached her peak too, her focus shrinking to a thread. Languid in the afterglow, she slithered her body against mine.
"Solis, give me your review."
"Do I really need to say that out loud?"
Mwah.
A man of a hundred deeds over a hundred words, I whispered my love with a kiss on her cheek.
"If anything I did bothered you, tell me. I'll be more careful next time."
"Nothing. Right now."
"That sounds suspiciously like there was something."
"Mm. I hate when Solis suddenly says he's leaving and disappears."
I'd only meant it as a courtesy — tell me if anything about the sex was uncomfortable. Instead, she started pouring out a whole stockpile of grievances she'd been sitting on.
"I hate that Solis never contacted me, not even one text, all the way to the end."
"That was the dungeon — communication devices don't work in there..."
"Still. I held it in and waited, trusting that you'd reach out later. But you sent word to Eva instead, saying you'd be late. I hate that Solis."
"Hmm..."
Right — this was the girl who, even when she had complaints, normally swallowed them whole.
Even when the people she'd saved called her a monster, her heart may have ached, but she never pressed the issue. Even when the Celestial Clan followers she'd devoted herself to betrayed her, the original novel had described her laughing it off inside, telling herself that children would be children.
And that same girl had just stated her will to me, point-blank. The things she'd wanted to say, the feelings she'd kept buried — laid out without a single filter.
"Don't do it again. Take me with you."
Her weight pressed harder into my chest as she laid her head there. As if she refused to waste even this brief moment, she burrowed deeper into my arms, craving affection.
I wrapped both arms around her slender back.
"Alright. I'll do my best."
Like sealing a promise, we held each other tight and rolled around on the sauna floor, playing sweet little games. We were so absorbed that time slipped away unnoticed — which is why neither of us realized someone was watching.
Sfft.
"!"
Only after wrapping things up did I belatedly sense a silent gaze trailing behind me.
Peeing!
Out of pure reflex, I concentrated mana at my fingertips and fired it toward the suspicious presence. The ray of sunlight shot in a straight line and shattered the veil laid over the space — and the identity of the hidden figure came to light.
"Wah! Th-that, what is this?!"
"Oh, it's just you, Eva."
There lay Eva, draped in nothing but a single towel, knocked flat by the impact and rolling across the floor.