Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Balua Count's Territory (2)
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The woodcutter gave one final deep thrust, shot his load, and utterly spent, buried his face deep in Charlotte's breasts, panting heavily.
'Fuck! What the hell...? I haven't even cum yet!!'
Whenever she'd done it with Heinkel, she'd always finished first. She had no clue how to handle a situation like this.
If this guy were your average everyday joe based on common sense, he'd hit sage mode now that he'd cum once, right? And it'd take at least five minutes before he could get hard again.
How the hell was she supposed to wait that long? She felt like she was about to lose her mind right now.
Charlotte hurriedly summoned her secret manual and flipped through it. It had an invisible function, so she could pull it out even in front of others without issue.
'Where is it... where...? I swear I saw a forced erection method... Ah! Here it is. Like this... and like this... Mmm, okay!'
Her burning lust granted her insane focus. The manual, once just porn fodder, was finally serving its true purpose.
Charlotte slipped her hand toward the man's cock, which he still hadn't recovered from, and grabbed it.
She gently stroked it while thinking, Er... is this the spot? Like this...? She pressed firmly on the acupoints around his balls and shaft—squeeze, squeeze—then on his pelvis—squeeze—and even his ass—squeeze. Miraculously, the dead dick started to stir back to life.
A Sword User could just release mana and tap his balls to end it, but she wasn't at that level yet. So she followed the manual to the letter, stimulating the points to pump blood into his cock and force an erection.
-Snap!
The cock, which had been slowly hardening, swelled up inside Charlotte's pussy.
It had been your standard 12cm average joe before, but now fully erect, it looked about 15cm. Rock-hard like a literal stone.
"Oh!! It actually works??"
Charlotte had no idea about the principles behind it. All hail Lucia!!
The important thing was that the man was hard again. Charlotte shoved him off and mounted him in the cowgirl position.
Just a few days ago, she'd called this position embarrassing, but the wild-eyed Charlotte now was a different beast entirely.
"Wha... what?!"
The woodcutter panicked at the sudden full erection and Charlotte's aggression.
"Hee hee hee..."
Charlotte straddled him, flashing a seductive smile as she gazed down at him lasciviously. If anyone saw her, they'd say, "Whoa, pink hearts in that girl's eyes~"
Her massive ass sank down with a squelch, slowly taking him in, then started bobbing up and down with wet plop-plop sounds.
"Haaang!!! Yes!! This!! This is it!!!"
"Gaaah!!! Ngh!!"
The man screamed and thrashed as his cock got milked. This wasn't sex—it was violence.
But Charlotte pinned his arms and smothered his face with her huge tits, subduing him instantly.
The woodcutter was average height, around 170cm. But look at Charlotte's specs: 178cm tall with Physical Ability at 10. To a normal guy, she was a monster.
Heinkel and Jack were hulking 190cm beasts, making her seem underwhelming by comparison, but among normals, Charlotte was a total Lu Bu.
Her overwhelming physique made subduing him a breeze.
"Be a good boy!!"
It was somehow a familiar dynamic, just with roles reversed.
-Squelch! Squelch!
Instinctively, Charlotte twisted her hips from above to maximize her pleasure. Her movements started a bit clumsy, but she quickly found the optimal rhythm and ground against him lewdly.
-Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
And just like that, the premature ejaculator blew his load again.
-Splat! Splat!
"Mmmph! Mmph!" The man, face crushed into Charlotte's breasts, couldn't even speak.
"Haaa~ Still a bit short..."
She released his hands, stroked his cock, and stimulated the points again. Squeeze! Squeeze!
His dick forced another erection. The premature guy had no strength left to resist; his hands just twitched feebly.
"Alright... bon appétit~"
-Plunge!!!
"Haaaaang!!!"
The man came about five times, and only after Charlotte hit orgasm twice did her senses slowly return.
"Huh? What the hell did I just do???"
She bolted upright off him. As she did, the semen she'd been cradling in her womb spilled out in globs.
That cum was already absorbed by her mana, leaving just empty husks behind.
"Haah... that felt so good..." Charlotte rubbed her cum-soaked pussy lightly.
"Ah, not the time... Hey? You alive...?"
No response from the man...
Charlotte panicked—No way? Did I actually kill him like this?—and pressed her ear to his chest. His heart was still beating.
Whew, just passed out.
"Phew..."
Charlotte sighed in relief.
For a split second when she thought he'd died, her mind had gone completely blank.
Did I just do psychopath rapist shit? (She kinda had.)
'Gotta make sure to cum at least once midway from now on to avoid going feral. But how the hell do I pull that off...?'
No solution in sight for now.
'Why doesn't [Absolute Mind] block this...? Does it not count as a debuff since it's my own urge?'
This damn system was beyond comprehension. For now, wake the guy up and take him home.
"Hey!! Wake up!!!"
Charlotte lightly slapped his cheeks.
"Ugh... haah... haah..."
The man opened his eyes, gasping for air. He looked at Charlotte, convulsed, and scooted backward on his ass while grinding his teeth.
"Y-you... succubus bitch!!!! You devil spawn!"
He flung dirt at her, legs too weak to stand, half-crawling away yelling for his life.
"N-no, wait, that's not it!!!"
Charlotte broke out in a cold sweat reassuring him and explaining. Of course, not the full truth—she claimed she'd eaten something weird in the mountains.
"Phew... Sorry for the misunderstanding. You're a victim too... There's a mushroom in these woods no one's found yet called 'Porbal.'"
"It's yellow with a fluorescent glow. Eat it, and anyone goes into heat..."
"Y-yeah! I was starving and ate whatever, must've been that!"
She had no memory of the mushroom, but from now on, Charlotte had eaten Porbal.
"Whew... Foraging's off the table today. Gotta head home. If you got nowhere to stay, come with me for now?"
Turns out the guy wasn't a woodcutter—he was an herbalist.
"Sure!!"
'Yes! No more sleeping in trees!!!'
Spending nights in the mountains had been hell.
On the ground, bugs crawled all over her like she was their house. Up in trees, the positions were so awkward she'd wake up sore everywhere.
The man sat dazed as they headed home, staring at Charlotte and reaching toward her chest.
Oh right—she still wasn't dressed.
'Whoa? Revived already? Going for my tits? Not this time!'
Her own urges sated, she turned tsundere real quick. She cupped her breasts protectively and stepped back, but...
"Legs are too weak to stand... Help me up?"
"...Ah, sure."
She took his hand and pulled him up, but he wobbled and flopped back down.
"Sorry, but could you carry me home...?"
For a second, Charlotte wondered if he just wanted to grope her tits while piggybacked, but seeing his gaunt cheeks and that "oh shit, I'm old now" look, she reflected: 'Guess I'm the perv here.'
They dressed and headed to the herbalist's house—one squat hut in the woods.
The herbalist's place was pretty far, so they chatted a lot on the way.
His name was Damian, a totally average 30-something guy. Average build, average looks, average dick length—everything average.
This was Balua Count's Territory, the northeasternmost land bordering Lucea County. Smack in the kingdom's center, it thrived on transport and trade.
Charlotte had made it to the city as per the plan with Heinkel. Even if he wasn't here...
From here, hop a direct carriage to the far northeastern Dyke Barony, and done. Perfect spot to lay low and start fresh... Sigh, why the tears...?
People really do get sentimental when someone's gone.
His house was about an hour's walk from the count's city, tucked away alone in a remote forest.
When she asked about his wife, he said she'd died ten years ago. Awkward.
"There. You can set me down now."
He wobbled but steadied himself and opened the door.
The plain-looking cabin led to a totally plain interior. How average could this guy get?
The only standout was a plain basket of herbs. Okay, that's stretching the average bit.
"Get some clothes on first. My late wife's stuff should still be around."
His wife's clothes were straight-up "rustic housewife": a decently yellowed white blouse and a wide green skirt. Yep, average too.
Sun was setting, so they'd head to the city tomorrow. Crash here for the night.
Ate average food, had average sex(?), and morning came.
Charlotte scarfed down breakfast too before leaving.
"Thanks so much, Damian!!!"
"Yeah... just go..."
Damian saw her off looking like a 30-something geezer leaning on a cane.
His face was hollow and sunken, legs shaky, back hunched—peak old man vibes.
A 30-year-old looking like an elder!
Not average anymore!!!
Charlotte had finally freed Damian from the curse of averageness. Looking revitalized—maybe from some tonic?—she marched toward the city with pep in her step.
"Cityyy, wait for me, I'm comiiing~~!!!"
Behind her, Damian's shaky legs gave out with a thud as he collapsed.