Chapter 114
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: 29. Graduation Ceremony (10)
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Balkan's lips met Ellie's.
Soft and plush, yet slick with moisture—Ellie's lips.
The moment of contact was truly, incredibly brief.
Smack.
Less a kiss and more a brushing of lips.
A smug expression crossed his face as Ellie, her cheeks flushed bright red, pulled her head back.
"...You didn't dodge, Oppa..."
"..."
"...Can we do it one more time...?"
At Ellie's earnest plea, Balkan leaned in toward her this time.
Startled for a moment, Ellie closed her eyes with a look full of shy embarrassment.
He took a moment to admire the sight of her lips pursing shyly, then swiftly claimed them.
"...?!!"
Ellie, who had expected another innocent peck like before, flinched at the sensation of her entire lips being sucked.
"Mmph, mmphh?!"
Her body began to twitch instinctively as she realized something was wrong.
But it was already too late.
Slurp, sluuuurp—
Her prettily pursed lips were sucked noisily, chewed and nibbled until they parted sloppily.
Sluuuurp...
Balkan immediately slipped his tongue into the gap.
There were no teeth in the way to block him.
As if her mouth had been waiting only for his tongue.
Yet amid it all, Ellie's tongue remained stiff and awkward, still not grasping the situation.
Poke. Poke poke.
The tip of his tongue prodded her slick, warm one, and Ellie's startled tongue finally reacted.
Ellie was curious too. Her red tongue inched tentatively toward his.
Half curiosity, half tension—she took her first step... only to crumble immediately.
Sluuuurp— slurp— smack. Smmmaaack—
Her tongue twisted with his, nibbled by teeth, sucked relentlessly by lips—it began to quiver like it had gone numb.
"Mmmph—?! Haaah—!"
Ellie's head jerked. The price of letting her guard down was steep.
"Hnnngh...! O-oppa...! Smmmaa— wa-wait— mmph...!"
Smmack, smack—
This was no innocent peck like she'd imagined.
Not even the romance novels she'd glimpsed had scenes like this.
Not the shy, blushing exchange between lovers confirming their feelings with a tingling afterglow.
This was an overwhelming predator forcing a woman down as mere breeding bitch with a deep, devouring kiss.
Not sharing love, but a violent claiming—dominating, subjugating her beneath him.
Ellie felt like she'd lose something precious inside her if this went on.
Her unconscious confidence and pride as a woman crumbling, reduced to nothing but Balkan's personal fuckmat breeding sow.
Instinctively, she tried to pull her mouth away and retreat.
Grip!
Balkan immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, yanking her close until her soft belly pressed flush against his rock-hard abs.
Naturally, Ellie's tits, wrapped in Arachne silk dress, squished flat against his solar plexus, grinding there.
Squeeeze!
Her womb clenched tight against his unyielding muscled frame, then melted into gooey submission.
In that instant, Ellie felt something exploding in her head.
Hotter than flame magic, brighter than flash spells—her mind went pure white for a split second.
Spluuurt!
A vulgar squirting sound, like pissing herself.
At the peak of her squirting orgasm, the Arachne silk dress her adoptive mom bought soaked through.
She vividly felt the fluid trickle down her thighs, seep between her shoes and toes, and start pooling on the floor.
Balkan inhaled through his nose.
The fresh elven scent and crisp green apple wine aroma pierced his sinuses.
Along with it, the humid, musky air unique to a bitch in heat.
Her sweat-damp red hair brushed his face; her panting breaths from overexcitement and arousal battered his philtrum roughly.
Ellie's focus blurred.
"...Ah..."
Diana stood dazed on the balcony, staring blankly at the scene unfolding before her.
Ellie had fallen.
The daughter of a dead party member.
The girl she'd adopted and raised like her own flesh and blood, cherishing her every step of the way.
They'd clashed a bit during puberty, but lately they'd been close again like old times—her precious daughter.
And just now, she'd been reduced to a breeding sow.
Balkan had used the techniques honed from their awkward kisses to mercilessly ravage her own daughter.
If she hadn't helped him grow... would her daughter have fallen?
A meaningless what-if.
Stroke.
Balkan's eyes turned to Diana as he gripped Ellie's waist and continued the rough deep kiss.
Defiling her daughter's lips while boldly meeting the mother's gaze.
A proud, sharp predator's stare.
The true male gaze that crushes women beneath his heel and dominates them.
Squeeeze♡
"Hnnngh...?!"
Just their eyes locking made her womb quiver pitifully, uncontrollably.
Her slutty tits were already primed to lactate.
Sluuurp— smmack—
"Hnnngh... sluurp...!"
The intense moans echoing from the terrace drew surrounding gazes toward Balkan and Ellie.
"...Am I dreaming right now?"
"Is that... a kiss? Nothing like what I've done with my husband..."
"I've heard labyrinth monsters ravage men like that."
"But that's monsters. He's a man... how can he treat a woman like a filthy fuckmat so brutally... Ohhh... Ah, my, my panties...!"
"...Jealous... I want him to ravage me that hard too..."
Noble ladies, fresh academy graduates, seasoned merchant sluts.
Regardless of status, age, or walls, every fertile bitch with tits and a cunt watched Balkan and Ellie's sloppy kiss with glazed, hazy eyes.
Some forgot decorum entirely, slipping hands under skirts or furtively rubbing thighs while glancing around.
Just two people's kiss had shifted the atmosphere across the entire fourth floor of the banquet hall.
No bitch here could think straight anymore.
Smmmaaack♡
Ellie's tongue, ravaged inside Balkan's mouth, popped out with a pop, and as their lips parted, a thick strand of saliva stretched long.
"Puaah...! Hnnngh...?!"
Finally freed from Balkan, Ellie threw her head back and gasped raggedly.
A full twenty minutes of aggressive deep kissing.
Her lips were drenched in saliva; her thoroughly abused, slack mouth drooled steadily.
"...Haa...♡ Haa...♡ Haaa...?"
Her red eyes, brimming with confusion and slick with moisture, looked up at him from inches away.
No trace of the genius mage she was hailed as.
Shocked into idiocy, forgetting basic words, Ellie just stared blankly up at Balkan, heaving rough breaths.
Smooch. Smack.
A few more gentle pecks to calm her down, and Ellie finally regained her senses.
"...Ah..."
"Sorry. Got too rough. You okay?"
"..."
Ellie's face was still blank.
Her mind hadn't fully returned to reality yet.
"...Is that what kisses are... like?"
"Something like that. This is a kiss. Think of it as adults' version of a peck."
"...Adults' peck..."
She mumbled his words dazedly, then lifted her head blankly.
"...Do other adults... kiss like this...?"
"Dunno. Probably not?"
"...Then... I... don't think I can kiss anyone else anymore..."
Ellie answered with a hazy expression.
He glanced at the soaked hem of her dress and the small puddle forming on the balcony floor, seeping into the brick gaps.
The adults' kiss had clearly been more shocking than expected.
"It's fine. You only need to do it with me."
"Ah..."
At his casual reassurance, Ellie's lips curved up slightly.
"...Something keeps poking my lower belly."
"..."
No matter how much bullshit he'd endured in this fucked-up world, Balkan was still a man.
A stunningly beautiful woman confesses, starts with lip brushes on her first go, escalates to deep kissing—how could he not get hard?
"Did the adults' kiss... make it grow this big...?"
He nodded to her shy question, and she beamed bashfully.
Her bitch instincts urging her hand toward his cock—but she froze mid-reach.
Her elven ears twitched, her stiff neck slowly turning back.
"Eek—"
Ellie's body shuddered with a panicked whimper.
Yeah. Finally noticed, huh.
"..."
Diana, standing silently, staring at us in a daze.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Not just Diana—the crowd of horny faces gawking at us.
Creeeak. Creak creak—
Ellie whipped her head back like a broken machine; her face burned crimson.
"...W-what do we do...?"
I gave a wry smile and stroked her hair.
When cornered, act bolder.
Straight through the front.
Diana had seen Balkan and Ellie like this before. Not her first time.
Just a few months ago.
Whap!
—Hnnngh!
Balkan roughly spanking Ellie's ass, her moans echoing from the room—she'd masturbated to it outside the door.
That day, Diana felt her maternal duty and affection for Balkan twisting complexly.
And a mysterious pleasure that eclipsed it all.
Like crossing a point of no return. She'd buried the memory since.
But seeing the man she loved kiss her adoptive daughter... another bitch... brought it flooding back.
Balkan gripped Ellie's hand tight and strode straight toward Diana.
Those whose wombs had heated from the kiss instinctively averted their eyes and stepped back.
He was like a single rose.
So beautiful you ached to get close—but grasping it would prick you bloody.
If you fell into his grasp, turned into his fuckmat breeding sow...
The lives they'd built might crumble entirely. Instinct warned them of it.
"U-um, excuse me. I'm Delmitri Claudia, executive of the Claudia Merchant Group..."
"Ahem. You there? I'm Elio Rohart, second daughter of the Rohart Marquisate. N-not that it's anything, just... thought we might spend some pleasant time..."
Some approached him anyway.
Willing to risk the thorns for a chance at that beautiful rose.
It could boost their explorer careers hugely if played right... but Balkan ignored them entirely and stood before Diana.
"Diana."
"M-Mom...?"
Balkan's low, heavy timbre and Ellie's flustered voice made Diana's heart sink.
But she gripped her resolve. She couldn't get swept up in the mood.
As one child's mother. As a bitch who loved Balkan.
She had to address this situation head-on.
"Both of you. Come with me."
She absolutely, absolutely couldn't let this pleasure sweep her away.
Squeeeze♡
Diana placed a hand on her womb, which kept throbbing insistently for baby batter, and said,
"...You'll both need some discipline for today."