Chapter 116: Mock Battle
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 116: Mock Battle
They say an atheist who finds faith becomes a fanatic.
I don’t know if the analogy fits, but Eleanor, who once loathed even the slightest touch of my hand, was now devoted in a way I never could have imagined.
Perhaps she still held a grudge for how cruelly she’d treated me in the past. It was possible she was now serving me with such devotion to make up for it.
“Does it feel good?”
Her sweet, teasing whisper tickled my ear, followed a beat later by a hot, excited breath that made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Before I’d gained the memories of a modern man, she was a woman of such high standing that I wouldn’t have dared to imagine a relationship like this.
Yet here she was, licking my neck like a cat, purring affectionately while her hand stroked my cock, demanding a reaction. It felt like I was floating on a cloud.
The only unfortunate part was that I couldn’t touch the beautiful female form before me. I glanced around before cautiously reaching out, but she slapped my hand away before it could even touch her skin.
“No. You just stay still.”
“To see the woman I love before me and be allowed only to look is no different from torture.”
“You love me? Really?”
“What you’re holding is the proof.”
Eleanor snorted, her face flushed. Her grip on my cock tightened.
“I still don’t believe you. You’re the type who likes any girl in a skirt.”
“Look how saddened he is by your slander. He’s even shedding tears.”
Eleanor scooped up the precum that had beaded on the head of my cock. She rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger.
Her slender fingers quickly grew slick. When she pulled them apart, a silvery thread stretched between them.
After teasing me like that for a while, she glanced at me before putting her fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them, giving me a playful smile.
“A bit fishy for tears, don’t you think?”
Had Aenya taught her this? Now that her heart was in it, she knew how to seduce a man.
The provocative sight made my cock throb. Unable to hold back any longer, I tried to embrace her. Smack. She slapped my hand away again.
“Have some patience.”
“You’re the one making it impossible to be patient.”
“Then take this chance to learn some. This is only the beginning.”
With a grin, she stood up. She moved a short distance away and began to remove her clothes, one by one.
Beneath her outer garment was a dress that exposed her shoulders, and even that slid down her skin. When her thin silk underwear followed, her dazzling body was revealed.
Her snow-white skin, which looked like it would leave a powdery residue if touched, was now flushed a deep red. It was a trait of her albinism and proof that she was incredibly aroused.
“Aren't you staring a little too hard? You’ll burn a hole through my body at this rate.”
Eleanor covered her breasts with her hands and twisted her body, trying to hide her private parts.
The sight of her acting shy and flustered, despite having so brazenly exposed herself, sent my heart pounding.
“What can I do when you’re so beautiful?”
“Even if it’s just flattery, I’m happy to hear it.”
Praise can make even a whale dance. Grinning, Eleanor approached with a light, dance-like step. With every nimble footfall that touched the ground, my heart pounded in sync.
Soon, her teardrop-shaped breasts, which seemed to be simply resting on her chest, were right in front of my face.
A man might love a woman who has A-cups, but no man loves a woman because she has A-cups, or so they say.
Hers were certainly a size that brought happiness just by looking at them. My hands were quite large, but I doubted they could contain them completely.
I reached out, intending to find out. It was a mistake. I should have paid more attention to the hands that had been covering her breasts just moments before.
“I told you to stay still, didn't I?”
Before my hand could touch her breast, hers landed on my shoulder and pushed me down. I ended up lying on the bed, forced to look up at her.
“What are you doing…?”
“You’ve only been on the receiving end until now. It’s my turn.”
Just as I thought. She had clearly been bothered by her passive role all this time.
She knelt between my legs. The way her breasts sagged slightly with gravity was unbelievably seductive.
Her face was now right in front of my groin. My massive cock, large enough to cover her entire face, throbbed as if to strike her.
Gulp.
“It’s really ridiculously big.”
“And you know you like it that way.”
“I-I do not!”
She avoided my gaze and buried her face in my groin. As if savoring a scent, she nuzzled her way up from my scrotum to my cock.
“It’s a strangely stimulating smell. It’s definitely not fragrant, but I can’t stop wanting to smell it. Every time I do, my heart pounds and I feel a rush of heat.”
Her eyes, now unfocused and hazy, took in my cock. She seemed unaware that her own hands had started caressing her breasts.
I stacked the pillows behind me to prop up my upper body. My neck, which had been straining to hold my head up, finally felt more comfortable.
“Didn’t you once say it was a disgusting smell and act repulsed?”
She flinched and glanced at me before smiling sheepishly.
“Was that a lie?”
“Of course not. Semen does have a strong smell. And you produce a disgusting amount every time you come. Plus, you’re never satisfied with just once, so by the end, I’m always covered in it. I’d wash and wash, but the smell felt like it lingered. Well… not that I disliked it.”
After taking another deep breath of my scent, she looked at me and opened her mouth wide.
Chomp.
She had only ever taken my cock into her mouth in a daze, after having already climaxed several times. But this time, she was wide awake, swallowing it of her own will.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth felt like magic. Where in that small mouth was she hiding the space to fit something so large?
The look on her face as she struggled to swallow me, all while looking up to gauge my reaction, was stimulating beyond compare.
Soon, a slick, warm tongue wrapped around my cock like a snake, and my instincts screamed. Dominate that tender mouth of hers. Take what you want.
“Doesh it feel ghood?”
Her voice, muffled by my cock, snapped me back to my senses.
I laced my fingers together and rested my head on them. I decided to overcome my desire and enjoy her service in a more comfortable position.
“I don’t know…”
She seemed to understand that my vague answer was a prompt for her to try harder. She gave me a sly smile and began to suck greedily.
Sticky, lewd sounds escaped from the tight seal between her mouth and my cock.
After building the tension to its peak, she tried to take me even deeper.
Pressing against the smooth roof of her mouth, my cock pushed forward, violating the tender interior of her mouth as it sought to go deeper.
The pressure on my cock grew stronger. Her mouth was tight, but her throat was even tighter. Every time her Adam’s apple moved, a powerful, rhythmic clenching squeezed me.
“Kkeueup…”
Having finally swallowed me to the root, she looked up at me with a smile in her eyes. I guessed she wanted to ask if it felt good again.
The corners of her eyes trembled slightly, and a single teardrop quivered precariously.
It must have been painful due to my size, yet the sight of her enduring the pain to serve me was utterly endearing.
“Good girl.”
Praised, Eleanor began to move in earnest. Even while taking me deep into her throat, her tongue never rested.
A dizzying pleasure shot up my spine and pierced my brain. My vision went white. Her hand caressing my inner thigh, though a faint touch, also helped push me toward climax.
My cock throbbed inside her mouth. Her eyes widened, and she began to swallow me more roughly. She had realized I was close.
“Will you take it all?”
Eleanor answered with her actions. She swallowed me to the root once more and worked her tongue frantically, craving my semen.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and came deep in her throat. Her Adam’s apple bobbed without rest. Even then, it wasn’t enough, and her cheeks puffed out.
She kept her lips sealed tight, as if determined not to spill a single drop.
Even after swallowing everything, she seemed to want more, flicking her tongue to squeeze out the last drops from my urethra and even probing the opening with the pointed tip of her tongue to check for any remnants.
Only then did she release the cock that had filled her mouth. Glistening with her saliva, it lay limp and satisfied.
“Open your mouth.”
She opened her mouth wide, proving she had swallowed every last drop of semen. Hot steam rose from her parted lips.
At that sight, my cock began to harden again. Noticing it stirring, she gave me a wicked smile.
Her hand was already wrapped around it. Eleanor stroked it gently, checking my reaction.
“Hmm, looks like you enjoyed that.”
“Enough to make me want to throw you on the bed and fuck you like a dog.”
Eleanor’s face instantly turned beet red. She fanned her face with her hand, then grumbled, trying to act nonchalant.
“It’s a talent, how you can say such vulgar things so casually.”
“The talents I’ll show you in bed are even greater.”
“Ah, really… I told you not today. It’s my turn. Lie down properly.”
I followed her instructions and lay flat on the bed. She removed my clothes one by one.
Once I was also naked, she picked up a brass bottle from the table and climbed on top of me. She knelt beside my hips, supporting herself, and straightened her posture.
I only realized the contents of the brass bottle weren't water when she began pouring it over her body.
Her red skin, which had looked dry, began to glisten and shine. It was like watching a black-and-white film regain its color from the edge of the screen.
“Aromatic oil?”
The strong scent of lavender filled the air. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the drop of oil clinging to the tip of her perky nipple. Meanwhile, the oil that trickled down her body was dripping onto mine.
“The scent is nice, right? And it’s not just the scent. It’s good for the body, too. They say it’s especially effective for someone like you who has recently pushed their body to its limits.”
“For something like that, it seems like more of it is on your body than mine.”
“So, you don’t like it?”
Eleanor looked down at me with an expression that said she knew that was impossible.
With her sensual body glistening in the flickering candlelight that illuminated the dark room in the dead of night, I couldn’t possibly say no.
Besides, looking up at a woman’s body from below had a charm all its own.
“Hehe.”
Smiling as if to say, ‘I knew it,’ she began to spread the oil over my body. Then, like a professional masseuse, she started stimulating my muscles.
The crackling of firewood in the fireplace, the perfect temperature of the air, and her gentle touch made both my body and mind grow languid.
My cock had lost its strength and gone limp, but neither of us considered it a problem.
With my eyes half-closed, I savored her awkward touch.
The sight of her working so hard that beads of sweat formed on her forehead moved me deeply. Now that she had opened her heart, she was more devoted than any other woman.
Of course, the languid atmosphere didn’t last. As her hands, which had started at my fingertips and worked their way up my torso, began to move downward, my mind slowly cleared.
Then, it was finally my cock’s turn. But just as her hand was about to touch it, didn’t it slyly avoid it?
Her touch moved to my thigh as if that had been the plan all along.
“Hehe. Allen. What were you expecting?”
Eleanor whispered, gently caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My neglected cock throbbed as if in protest.
“Eleanor. How long do you intend to tease me?”
“The night is still young.”
She meant to continue. And she did. She cruelly massaged only the area around my cock, teasing me relentlessly.
I couldn’t take it anymore. It was when she moved back up to my waist to massage my shoulders. I reached for her leg, which was positioned next to my hip.
She flinched and grabbed my hand, her expression quite stern.
“Hey, really. I told you no.”
“You seem quite tired. How about we switch roles now?”
Her devoted service had left her breathing heavily.
“I’m still full of energy.”
Despite my protests, she refused to yield. But she didn’t stop my hand, either.
As she massaged my upper body, I caressed her thigh. Of course, unlike hers, my touch was filled with sexual intent.
Her oil-slicked thigh clung to my hand as if it had a will of its own. It felt like I was touching the inner flesh of her pussy.
When my hand moved past her hip toward her buttocks, she flinched and stopped the massage.
She was looking down at me with feverish eyes. It made sense; our bodies were slick with oil and pressed together. It would have been stranger if she wasn’t aroused.
“Heut…”
When my hand squeezed her buttock firmly, Eleanor squirmed. Her hands, which had stopped moving, now gripped my chest to support herself. Her teardrop-shaped breasts, leaning forward, filled my vision.
My hand moved up from her buttocks, caressed her waist, and then moved down again.
My hand slid toward her pussy, lubricated by the generous amount of oil on her body. As if anticipating its destination, she swallowed hard and stared intently at my hand.
Then, just as my hand was about to touch her pussy, she held her breath in anticipation.
But she didn’t get what she wanted. My hand had suddenly changed direction toward her thigh. She didn’t hide her disappointed face.
“Allen, you’re so mean!”
“I trust you now understand how I feel.”
“Hmph, I don’t. Haak…!”
Eleanor, who was about to pout, let out a moan. I had taken advantage of her distraction to cover the mound of her pussy with my hand.
Her body, now exquisitely sensitive, made her hips buck from just a simple touch.
In that time, I sat up to face Eleanor and held the hand that had covered her pussy in front of her eyes. My palm was glistening.
“This doesn’t seem like aromatic oil…”
“I-It is aromatic oil!”
“But the smell…”
When I pretended to sniff it, a startled Eleanor hurriedly grabbed my hand.
She was more aggressive than I expected, and I ended up falling back onto the bed. She came down with me.
Soon, her breasts were pressed against mine, flattened like steamed buns.
Our bodies were stuck together by the oil slathered all over us, with not even a wisp of air between them. I felt like I could hear her heartbeat. She must have heard mine, too.
Silence fell. We met each other’s eyes. And then, without a clear instigator, we stole each other’s lips.