Journey to the City (3)
Journey to the City (3)
"Noona? Wake up. It's your turn."
Tir peeked through the tent flap with an utterly ordinary expression—just slightly tired-looking. Had I been worrying for nothing?
I feigned grogginess, pretending to just wake up.
"...Mm. I'm coming."
"Take your time getting ready."
As Tir left the tent, I exhaled in relief. He'd come to wake me for night watch, not because he'd caught me... pleasuring myself.
...Why did I feel strangely disappointed?
After straightening my disheveled clothes, I grabbed my robe and sword. Tir was warming his hands by the campfire.
"Huh? Noona, your face looks kinda red."
"Must be the firelight."
"Doesn't look like it."
"I said it is."
He stared intensely before suddenly standing up.
"Noona, if you're feeling unwell, I'll take extra watch shifts. Get some proper rest."
"How thoughtful. I'm fine—go sleep."
"But you've had no appetite lately—clearly something's wrong—"
"Want me to hit you, or will you just sleep?"
Tir trudged to the men's tent like a scolded puppy. I appreciated his concern, but the timing was terrible—my flushed face was impossible to hide.
"Then... good luck with the watch."
"Yeah. Sleep well."
Sitting on a stump by the fire, I regulated my breathing from the dantian. The cool night air finally cleared my head.
I'd satisfied my urges enough. No more distractions—time for proper watch duty. Carelessness could endanger everyone.
Ears alert, I absentmindedly watched the flames until my eyes stung. Restlessness made me draw my sword. Moonlight glinted coldly on the blade.
The fluid slashes looked impressive but were fundamentally sloppy—unsurprising for someone who'd never properly held a blade before.
High stats could overpower ordinary people, but against true warriors, this incompetence would get me killed. I needed real strength beyond demonic gifts—though who'd teach advanced swordsmanship so easily?
Sheathing the sword, I mentally listed city preparations: new clothes (especially underwear—the constant nipple chafing and crotch friction without any was unbearable), long-term lodging... Would my silver coins suffice?
Three peaceful days passed. On the fourth morning—one day from the city—my body betrayed me. Cold sweat dripped as my chest tightened with each step. My lower abdomen throbbed like I had a fever.
Recovery made illness impossible. This was withdrawal—five nights without a man. My hands weren't enough against Lilith's curse.
At lunch, I slipped away into the woods. Slick arousal soaked my thighs—any longer and it'd seep through my pants.
"...You. Why'd you follow me?"
Tir hesitated, avoiding my gaze. His tented pants revealed the truth.
"Filthy brat. Want to peek at me pissing? Jerk off to that?"
"N-no! That's not—"
I grabbed his erection through his pants. His sharp inhale was permission enough.
"Answer. Will you fuck me or not?"
"Y-yes! I want to, Noona!"
"Stop calling me that—you're a grown man."
I yanked down his pants. His musky scent—unwashed for days—made my mouth water instead of repulsing me.
Leaning against a tree, I bared myself. My dripping entrance needed no preparation.
"Come inside me."
His fumbling attempts to find the right hole were almost endearing.
"S-sorry..."
"It's okay."
Spreading myself, I guided him in. The moment he sheathed fully, electric pleasure surged through me.
"Tir, don't hold back."
He pistoned fiercely, his thick shaft stretching me perfectly. His unpracticed technique felt inexplicably amazing—I couldn't suppress my moans.
When his cock pulsed warningly, I gasped: "Cum inside!" His hot release flooded me, temporarily sating the hunger.
Yet he stayed hard. I mounted him for round two, riding slowly to savor every inch. Letting him grope my bouncing breasts, I came harder than ever—my mind blanking from pleasure.
Post-orgasm clarity made the world seem brighter. Tir lay dazed while I cleaned up with Recovery.
"Go ahead. I'll take a different path." I helped him up—still shellshocked from losing his virginity. "This stays between us."
Back at camp, nobody noticed our absence. As I helped clean, I overheard:
"Tir, why's your back so muddy? You fall or something?"
"Ah... just... happened..."
True to his word, he kept our secret—awkward evasions and all.