Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Pluck... Snap... Pluck... Snap...
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Our clever Lili had deliberately skipped cleaning just the spot where she was standing, luring me right there.
Thanks to that, I lifted up the skirt of her maid outfit right on the spot and thrust my cock into her, ravaging Lili roughly.
For Lili, who loved kissing, I hoisted her up in a standing carry and pounded her pussy with my dick.
Afterward, with her belly full of semen, Lili waddled off to the bathroom, knees drawn together.
Her springy ass cheeks twitched enticingly, like plump, squeezable balls begging to be groped.
It was probably to keep the cum from leaking out, but that sight got me hard again, so I followed her right in—and fucked her once more in the changing room.
Our Lili was the absolute best, as always.
"Master. What would you like for dinner tonight?"
Right now, freshly showered, I'm sprawled out on the living room sofa, head pillowed on Lili's lap.
Skirt hiked up, my face pressed straight against her bare thigh—feeling that soft, velvety skin directly.
Lick.
"!!"
Dinner could wait; I sampled Lili's thigh meat first.
I wanted to say I'd just eat Lili herself, but hey, gotta have real food to live.
"Hmm. Let's go with whatever Lili recommends."
"Oh...? Does that mean maybe me...?"
Whoa. I hadn't accounted for her jumping straight in like that. Tricky.
Lili at full throttle was fatally alluring.
I nearly blurted out "sure," bit it back, and shook my head—no easy feat with my face buried in her thigh, both to show my stance and savor more of that skin.
"No can do. Then you wouldn't get to eat. Skipping meals is bad for your health."
I'm an adventurer with a sturdy body; my regeneration handles whatever abuse I throw at it, health-wise.
But not our Lili. Gotta take care of her.
"...Hee hee."
She crescent-moon smiled gently, stroking my cheek—it looked like she was in bliss.
Then, as if struck by a great idea, Lili leaned down.
Her flushed face blended seduction and affection so prettily that I couldn't help but cup her cheek.
"What if we could have both? What would you say then, Master?"
What?!
Such a method existed in this world?
Hurry and open the gates of truth for me, Lili—impart that profound wisdom!
"Something perfect just came to mind."
"Yeah?"
No sign she was spilling it yet, so I zipped it.
I didn't blunder by asking what it was.
Lili looked dead confident it'd land big. Spoiling it by prying would've ruined the fun.
This was cock-genius Lili's pick.
No way it'd flop, so I'd just cheer happily—or give a standing ovation with my balls.
Speaking of, slapping her inner thighs or ass with my sack during sex—doesn't that count as ball applause too?
You need two hands to clap, but they don't both have to be yours, right?
Wait, was that even the idiom's point?
Anyway, Lili's mine regardless.
"You're thinking something weird again."
Her small, pretty fingers traced my eyelids softly.
They slid down, poking my cheek once.
A tiny circle, then a quick swipe down to my lips.
Stroking them, mischief sparked—she smirked faintly, pinched my upper lip with her fingers, and tugged.
Held it stretched lightly... then released. Upper lip smacked gum with a dull pop of air.
"Hmng~?"
Pluck.
"Hmmm?"
Pluck.
"...Hee hee."
Pluck.
Felt like her plaything, but her wide eyes and goofy grin screamed pure joy, so I decided to just watch.
She's so cute, and these silly moments make her even more lovable.
If it makes our Lili happy, her Master can handle this much no sweat.
Truth be told, I wanted to do the same to her lips, so I didn't hold back—went for it.
As I raised my hand, her fingers paused, but spotting it heading for her face, her smile widened.
Pluck.
Snap.
Pluck.
Snap.
Pluck.
Snap.
Lili's lips made a clearer, brighter sound than mine.
Pink fairies were flawlessly seductive even in this.
"..."
"..."
We toyed with each other's lips awhile, then paused—fingers slick with affectionate saliva.
Lili stared at my lips.
I stared at hers.
Gazing intently.
Guess I wasn't alone in craving lip-on-lip; Lili brushed her hair back, tilting her head down.
I figured just a kiss, but nope—not from cock-genius Lili. She unleashed a creative, dick-throbbingly genius skill I'd never dream up.
Smack.
Pluck.
Reenacting our game with her lips.
Sucked up my upper lip, released—wetter, smacking louder from her saliva.
"Hee hee."
She grinned triumphantly, pleased as punch, and kept going.
Thus, as the room's lamplight took on a reddish hue, dying the world crimson, we finally flushed the blush from our cheeks.
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"..."
Having heard each other's stories, Gloria and Mimi sank into their own thoughts, silent for a while.
Gloria especially now grasped a bit why he'd left her behind.
Come to think of it, early on, Master had often shown fear of death.
She'd pushed herself to grow stronger for him.
She'd heard he'd come to this world by dying in his original one.
Anyway, for her and Mimi...
The common thread in why he'd left them: he feared they might kill him.
'If I can just clear that misunderstanding, I can return to Master's side.'
But no ready solution came to mind.
As Gloria pondered, Mimi was fretting over something entirely different.
'Morning... fella? What's that?'
Common sense lacking, Mimi had zero clue what it meant.
Even full knowledge of this world's norms wouldn't help—it was obscure.
But context made clear: Master loved it.
So she asked straight up.
"Ria! Ria! What's Morning Fellatio?"
"Hm?"
"You said you gave Master one every morning. That he loved it!"
"Oh... Mimi, have you never tried it?"
"Uuum? No idea what it is, so probably not!"
Gloria had a sudden doubt.
What if?
"Mimi, have you ever had sex with Master?"
Gloria said this deadpan, left thumb and index forming a ring while her right index thrust in and out.
Recalling how Master had once nonverbally propositioned her that way.
She'd drop trou in response, and he'd pounce, slamming cock into pussy.
Lost in fond memory for a sec.
Mimi, oblivious, replied bluntly.
"Sex? Not yet... I wanted to mate with Master, but haven't!"
As her body matured, Master's gazes grew intense—she'd been hyped. Now, nearing a year together, she was the desperate one.
Master handled her delicately, but he'd often duck into the bathroom with a red-covered book.
Emerging with relief and emptiness mingled on his face.
The thick male scent wafting out sometimes drove Mimi wild.
"First time? Virginity? Ah! Hymen! I wanna get mine popped by Master soon!"
Sneaking peeks at his novels, the guys always raved about bursting hymens feeling great—so she vaguely hoped he'd do hers.
Books said all non-sex-havers had one, so she must too.