Chapter 105
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 105
Chapter Title: 103. Morale Boost Night (2)
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I'm totally screwed right now.
Rachel looks seriously pissed.
"You thought I'd just take it lying down every time, huh? That I couldn't do a damn thing?"
Her glaring eyes, narrowed like axes, had me secretly thrilled.
"Ugh? Wait a sec. Let me put this paper down first."
I tried smiling like we could talk this out nice and easy, but she smirked wickedly.
"I could just burn it right up."
"You call that an option?"
The second that paper goes up in flames, Rachel gets hurt too. She knows I can't burn it, so she's doing this on purpose.
From here on out, it looks like the world's strongest little dragon is about to get ravaged by a piece of paper.
"Boo-hoo, Mommy, Daddy. Your little girl is getting raped."
"You don't have parents."
"Oh, right."
Wonder who I got this fresh pad lip from.
And just like that, Rachel shoved the dildo she'd made from my scales into my hole.
Squelch!
"Eek!?"
I made it myself, but damn, this is one hell of a dildo. It's huge. About as thick as my tail in full black-guy mode.
The moment it went in, my insides started quivering.
Already fired up from thinking about doing it with Rachel, I hit peak arousal instantly.
Having gotten used to insertion orgasms from all my solo play, I writhed just like that.
"Hee hee hee. Look at our hubby crying so cutely?"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
"Wait, hold on. Please. Wait. This is dangerous. Ngh!♥"
No. No way. Something's coming. Rachel peels back the skin covering my clit with the paper, grabs the clit itself, and starts stimulating it hard.
"Hee hee, what if I vibrate this cute little bean? Bet you'll twist like crazy, right?"
Look at that evil grin—she's about to devour me whole.
"Dear, maybe we should call it tonight. I might die from overstimulation."
"No can do. Just relax. I'll gift you the pleasure of your womb trembling."
"No, I don't need that kind of—"
Squelch!
I couldn't even finish.
The dildo plunged straight to my womb entrance.
It's kissing my cervix. And every time she rubs my clit with that paper, insane pleasure surges through me.
"Wa-wait. Hold on. My clit's super sensitive right now. Ahhh! Not like a freshly circumcised glans or anything. Hnn!♥"
"You're about to cum, aren't you? Huh?"
"Wa-wait wait wait!"
I'm really gonna blow. Oh God. Rachel had these techniques all along!?
And sure enough, I squirted.
Spiiiish!
My mind went blank white, and before I knew it, my strength gave out down there, unleashing a gush.
Rachel couldn't react in time and took it right to the face.
"Kyaaah!"
I came so much, I finally realized just how much squirt I could produce.
In the waves of climax crashing over me, I was hit anew with the realization that I was a female.
Orgasms like this nonstop—I never got to enjoy them back when I was a guy.
With my head flashing white and the pleasure surging from my lower belly, words can't even describe it.
My womb trembling intensely, my body now reshaped to where it couldn't accept a male's anymore.
Come to think of it, had I ever done it with a guy before?
Can't remember, but whatever—now's what matters.
Rachel getting drenched in my squirt in real time was adorable.
Hell, not just once—I soaked her face multiple times, making her the one and only elf to taste a dragon's grace over and over.
Alright, now's my chance.
"So, you got yours. My turn now, right?"
Snapping back, I undid the paper while she was flustered and pounced on Rachel.
Before she could recover, I pinned her down on the bed.
Heh heh, you sly vixen. Bet you never saw a squirt bath coming.
This perfect female scent is revving me up even more.
"Wa-wait. What are—"
"I don't usually do this, but for my Rachel, I'll rub that clit nice and hard."
Work title: Clit 'n' Rub Bowl.
A peeled clit is insanely sensitive to stimulation. Closest thing for a guy might be a freshly exposed glans.
"Wait, wa-wait."
You didn't hold back on me, but now you're asking for mercy? Nice try.
Clit 'n' Rub Bowl, savored a hundred times over the last century.
Rachel thrashed after just a few rounds, clearly not used to it.
But she said it didn't feel bad. A mix of slight pain and surging climax.
"Rachel, I had a dream."
"Huh?"
"A pink little slime getting rubbed all over. I wanna try it for real."
Slime my ass—it's basically Rachel's clit.
"That sounds like torture! We've done it a bunch already!"
"You peeled mine off just fine? And I'm still cumming nonstop with that dildo buried in me."
Not that I'm complaining, but having a dildo made from my own scales plunged deep feels weirdly satisfying. Like filling an empty, aching void. And since it's hitting all the good spots, my walls keep clenching, making it hard to pull out.
So, doesn't she deserve payback?
*Slurp.*
I approached Rachel's pussy with reverence.
Doing this impaled on a dildo is ridiculous, but I'm not dumb enough to pass up the high ground right in front of me.
I reached for that pretty pink bean.
Rub rub rub rub—
"Kyaaaaah!"
Palm-rubbing the forbidden sexual torture.
She has to sweetly take the punishment for tormenting me.
Bet she's plenty unsatisfied. Every rub had Rachel screaming in pain mixed with the howls of a bitch in heat from pleasure.
"Hnnngh. Hnngh. P-please. Mercy. Wait, I must be losing my mind. Huh? Ngh!♥"
"Hee hee hee. Can't do that."
After rubbing for a while, white love juices finally gushed from Rachel's pussy.
Rubbing like squeezing it made her hips buck sharply.
Like a freshly caught fish flopping around.
"Haa. Haaah. You're. Too sensitive. S-stop."
"Got it. If I'm giving poison, might as well give the antidote. Ready to finish up?"
"Finish up? My tongue's. Parched? No. Don't do th-that."
Snaking my forked tongue around her clit like a parched blade, ravaging it freely.
*Slurp slurp.*
Rachel gripped the bedsheets tight, her ass quivering.
Her clit had swollen even more, perfect for tongue torment now.
The lewd pheromones wafting from her pussy blew my reason away.
Finally, I turned beast, licking her clit before pulling the slick dildo from my pussy and slamming it into Rachel's hole.
Squelch squelch squelch
"Oogh. Hnggggh!♥"
With the dildo pounding her depths to the womb, I squeezed her clit with my tongue.
Dildo hammering her inner walls and simultaneous clit assault.
At last, Rachel arched her back hard, clutching the sheets as she squirted wildly.
Spiiiish!
Whispering into her ear, already half-mad from the massive clit orgasm.
"Night's still young. I'll make you cum as much as Reina♥"
Seoul
A seedy bar in a deserted alley. Despite the gloomy rain, a man with a gleaming bald head folded his umbrella and stepped inside.
This place was the go-to bar for him and his buddies since childhood.
He walked over to a man drinking alone.
"Long time no see. Feels like forever since we met face-to-face."
"Choi Cheol-sik. What's your business coming to me?"
Choi Cheol-sik, once dubbed the Warrior of the Sun, narrowed his eyes at his old pal, now the president, Ha Jung-seok.
"You know damn well what I'm here about. Baekhwa's not fully exposed yet. We don't know their full strength. That's the word. And you're just charging in blind?"
Ha Jung-seok, buzzed and in a good mood, bristled at Choi Cheol-sik's words.
Since when was this guy such a coward?
He wasn't this spineless back in the quiet days.
Hell, he was chugging the table booze and venting every frustration.
"Why so scared? If that Baekhwa bitch and those Songdo freaks were that big a deal, they'd have caused problems ages ago. Yoo Jin-seok let it slide too, didn't he? Said it was no biggie."
Getting old and soft like that. Ha Jung-seok shook his head.
"You idiot. With the Seven Sins still in the shadows, you wanna poke the hornet's nest? If you were just some punk, fine—but you're the head of state! You know how reckless this is?"
He's gonna pull his non-existent hair out.
"You ever treat me like president? Korea's guild alliance is the world's strongest anyway. Even Shinohara can't touch it. Some upstart Baekhwa with no real blood on her hands?"
"Look, Choi Cheol-sik. I'm a hunter too. Baekhwa's just hype from her broadcasts—mental manipulation and body buffs at best."
Her crew's a factor, but Korea's guilds are world-class even without his say-so.
Could a lawless city's ragtag crew hold out against them?
Sure, the guilds pity Songdo a bit. But they'd at least put up a show of a fight. That's half the win already.
"What if Baekhwa hits back?"
"Age made you timid. Use that shiny dome—figure it out. She lacks the power to stop us, so she's bluffing with threats."
Baekhwa's abilities aside, she has no way to invade Seoul.
Gathering forces in Songdo? How many?
Even if every villain nationwide followed her after hearing the news—which they won't—Songdo's muster is thousands at best. Seoul's got ten million souls.
Out of those thousands, monsters and villains number maybe hundreds. Seoul's a fortress itself, hunters everywhere, and the military's solid despite the hunter boom tainting the image.
Even regulars—against tens of thousands of troops, what can they do?
Not to mention thousands of low-rank hunters not in guilds. They alone would stonewall Baekhwa.
"Test the bridge before crossing."
"Save that for capturing Baekhwa later. Common sense: some country bumpkin consolidates in Songdo and thinks she can take Seoul? Same as a villager dreaming of fame in the city."
Sounds plausible at first glance.
But then we're attacking blind too. Problem is, we're doing it anyway.
"Man. You just don't get it."
Impossible to reason with.
Choi Cheol-sik recalled their academy days.
Where did Ha Jung-seok go wrong?
Maybe he should've seen the ambition back in cadet times.
'Nah, fuck that.'
Thinking back, Ha Jung-seok was always a sleazy prick.
Shiny head churning memories— the president's been the same asshole from day one.
I was the idiot for expecting change. Choi Cheol-sik quietly left cash for the drinks and stood.
"You've never changed, start to finish."
"Gotta keep that beginner's heart."
Proud of that, huh.
No, that mindset should've been stamped out. You're not the type to keep it.
Choi Cheol-sik bit back more words, lips tight, and left the bar.
Watching him go, Ha Jung-seok muttered bitterly.
"You're still the same mooch. That rainbow snake liquor was a pain to get."