Chapter 83
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Bunshin Saba
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Ah. My cock feels so warm.
It felt amazing. The vivid sensation of the remnants of her freshly torn hymen brushing against my shaft lingered.
I stared intently at Jegal Seo's face, half-melted in pleasure. The girl's expression, once filled with fear and pain, was gone. In its place was the face of a woman who had discovered ecstasy.
I kissed her again.
Another jolt.
This time, even deeper. My cock stirred her pussy with a dull ache. A heated breath escaped Jegal Seo's lips. I swallowed every bit of it.
A moment later, I pulled my lips away. She was already struggling just to catch her breath.
"V-Vice Squad Leader…"
Her voice burned with need as she called out to me. She wanted me to move.
I played dumb and asked,
"What's wrong?"
"C-Cock…"
Jegal Seo whimpered, on the verge of tears. I asked in a stern tone,
"Does the Vermilion Bird Squad's 'Squad Leader' have any requests for this Azure Dragon Squad 'Vice Squad Leader'?"
Her face flushed beet red at my words.
"U-Ugh…"
She hemmed and hawed for a long while before finally making up her mind. In a voice as tiny as an ant's, she said,
"P-Please… put your cock… in Seo-a's pussy…"
Hmm. It wasn't quite as vulgar or specific as I'd imagined, but for a first time, it would do.
Good enough.
I flashed a satisfied smile and whispered in her ear,
"Good girl."
Then I thrust my hips up hard.
Splat!
"Hiiik!"
Her frail scream filled the carriage.
Truth be told, I was already at my limit. The stimulation from her tight, hot inner walls, the rocking of the carriage, and her desperate pleas had my balls swollen to the bursting point with cum.
That first thrust was the trigger.
Spurt! Spurrrt!
Hot, thick globs of semen erupted endlessly into her womb. The sensation of filling her warm, narrow depths with my seed.
Feels so good...
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Several more days passed after that.
Our journey followed a monotonous routine. At sunset, we'd stop at the nearest inn for a meal and a night's rest. At dawn, we'd climb back into the carriage and race along the endless road.
Inside the jolting carriage, we indulged in all sorts of games within the cramped space. Sometimes from behind, sometimes from the front, sometimes borrowing Jegal Seo's small mouth—we explored each other's bodies without a moment's boredom.
Strangely enough, not a single bandit or thug appeared during that long trip. Our carriage bore no insignia of the Martial Alliance, yet they avoided our path as if by prior agreement.
And now, the carriage was still rolling on.
"……."
"……."
The boredom that even days of sex couldn't fully quench had me sitting face-to-face with Jegal Seo. Aside from the brush and ink she'd brought just in case, there wasn't much to do in the narrow carriage.
I pointed to a sheet of paper on the floor. It bore only an O and an X I'd drawn with the brush.
"Bunshin Saba, Bunshin Saba, oide kudasai."
Jegal Seo and I gripped the thin brush together and chanted the incantation. She'd never even heard of Bunshin Saba before, so explaining the rules had taken some effort.
"Alright, let's start with an easy question."
I put on a fairly serious face and asked,
"Bunshin Saba, Bunshin Saba, Kokkuri-san, koko ni imasu ka."
As soon as I finished, I applied the slightest pressure to my hand holding the brush, slowly nudging it toward the O.
Scraaape—
The brush tip glided across the paper toward the O.
"Oh, oh! I-It moved!"
Jegal Seo's eyes went wide in shock.
In truth, I'd moved it.
I said calmly,
"That means Kokkuri-san is here."
"R-Really!?!?"
She looked like some shady occult girl, yet she didn't know Bunshin Saba. Tsk.
"Next question. Got anything you want to ask? Your turn."
Jegal Seo pondered for a long time with an "Umm…", then, as if resolved, asked in a mosquito-like whisper, her face bright red,
"D-Do you… like me, Vice Squad Leader?"
No, that's not for a spirit—you should ask me directly.
Whatever. I control the brush anyway.
I grinned and shoved the brush hard toward the X.
Scriiiipe—
The tip shot straight for the X. Jegal Seo's face drained of color in an instant.
"Ah… Aah…"
Tears welled up in her green eyes, her lips quivering on the brink of sobs.
Right then.
I snapped my wrist holding the brush into a sharp drift. The tip, nearly touching the X, curved wildly in a parabola and charged toward the O.
"Haaaah…"
As the brush stopped over the O, a deep sigh of relief escaped Jegal Seo, as if all the world's worries had lifted.
Cute.
"My turn now? What to ask."
I pretended to think, then gazed at her intently and asked,
"Does the Vermilion Bird Squad Leader… dislike me?"
I subtly applied force to move the brush toward the O.
But.
The brush halted midway.
Huh?
Jegal Seo was resisting with all her might. Her bloodshot eyes glared at me as she defended the brush shaft.
'This girl…'
I chuckled and reinforced my arm with self-hypnosis. Pushed by my strength, the brush began inching forward again.
That was the moment.
Hummm—!
A faint aura rose from Jegal Seo's body, infusing her grip on the brush with internal energy. The brush suddenly felt as heavy as a boulder.
Creaaak…!
The thin brush screamed, on the verge of snapping under the clash of two masters' power.
"Hey, hey. You'll break the brush. No internal energy."
I released my force first. Only then did Jegal Seo withdraw her energy, huffing indignantly.
She stared at me, then pouted and said,
"Y-You're so mean…"
"That's what I said before."
This brush is tough.
I thought as I eyed the intact shaft after our tussle. Must be expensive. Of course—the cherished only daughter of the Martial Alliance's strategist wouldn't carry cheap market trash.
"Alright, my turn now."
As I declared, Jegal Seo yelled in outrage,
"Ah! You cheated just now! It's still my turn!"
"No, that was Kokkuri-san, not me."
I replied nonchalantly, then added with a grave expression,
"Plus, the rules say asking twice in a row brings divine punishment. You okay with that?"
Pure bullshit, of course.
"Ugh…"
But my convincing lie paled her face. She flinched, visibly averting her gaze, and mumbled,
"…Y-You go first."
She's scared.
I snickered inwardly and teased her,
"If you're that scared, you could hold my cock instead of the brush."
"I-I'm not scared at all…!"
She protested with a flushed face, but her voice had no strength left. At this rate, I was starting to worry she'd really pee next time I fucked her.
I readjusted my grip on the brush and chanted,
"Bunshin Saba, Bunshin Saba. Is our little Seo-a scared or not?"
The instant my question ended, Jegal Seo poured all her strength into the brush. Obviously aiming for X. Fat chance.
I flexed my arm too. Without internal energy, her woman's strength couldn't beat mine. The brush advanced slowly but steadily toward O, as I willed.
Hmm. What the…
I was sure it was heading to O, almost there.
But when I snapped to, the brush was stopped over X.
Did I mess up the force? No way.
As I stared in confusion at the brush, which had stopped against my will, a cheer erupted beside me.
"Wooow! See? It says I'm not scared!"
Jegal Seo beamed like she'd conquered the world.
Something felt off. Did I really slip and push wrong for a second?
"No, that's invalid. I'll do it again."
"Doing it twice brings divine punishment!"
She protested fiercely, as if I couldn't null her win.
"That was a lie."
"Ah!"
She let out a short shriek upon realizing she'd been tricked. Her face flushed and faded in entertaining waves.
I readjusted the brush again. Something was weird. I had to be sure this time. As I gripped it, Jegal Seo pouted but reluctantly took hold opposite.
"Bunshin Saba, Bunshin Saba."
I dropped all playfulness this time.
"Kokkuri-san. Are you… really Kokkuri-san?"
I tossed out the question and barely gripped the brush, just holding lightly. Sensing my seriousness, Jegal Seo seemed to notice the shift too—she held it loosely, applying no force.
The only sound in the carriage was the rumble of the wheels.
And then.
Scraaaape—
The brush we held began moving on its own.
Neither Jegal Seo nor I could do more than gape in astonishment as the tip moved of its own accord.
The brush stopped at X.