Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter Title: Serpent's Price
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Starting from the plump, juicy ass cheeks just for fun.
Smack!
Then the vulgarly stretched-out tits.
Smack!
Even the slightly pudgy flesh covering her womb up front.
Thwack!
"Kyik?!"
"Is, is this enough to calm her down?"
"Do I really have to go that far?!"
Hmm, and honestly, the last part embarrassed me—I really didn't want to do it if possible.
But for that 'surefire finishing blow,' I released just the front crotch of my suit and slapped Yorgamund's cheeks—right, then left—with my rock-hard python of a cock.
Smack! Smack!
"Hngit?!"
In the end, drenched in sweat and pussy juices from head to toe, she finally seemed satisfied and flopped backward onto the deck.
"D-did I take her down?"
"Hey, Captain. You can't drop lines like that!"
I quickly glanced forward again as the Roger Captain tossed out his untimely "Did I defeat the cooked meal?" quip.
But had I really? Yorgamund's face was all dopey and slack—she looked like she was out cold for good.
"Uh... so, is this okay?"
"Then the quest's cleared?"
That's a bit ambiguous, isn't it?
Even now, I could see her hips twitching faintly, a trickle of thin love juices leaking from between her thighs.
She looked completely defenseless already—what more was there to do?
If she'd still been in her original serpent form, I might've just jammed a bullet into her skull right then.
But having shifted to human form and shown such particular weakness to me of all people...
I felt that post-fuck clarity from Yorgamund, like she'd just had a casual romp with a summer fling. I didn't want to lay another hand on her.
Hell, if she woke up, I had a feeling we could actually talk. I wanted to just leave her be like this.
Even if it meant blocking Lee Gok as she charged in to kill her right now.
"L-Lee Gok! Stop!"
"Yongchan?! Get out of the way right now! We have to finish off that monster while we can!"
Lee Gok came charging in, eyes blazing with fury.
I barely managed to grab hold of her, and she was pissed beyond belief.
"I get it. You're mad because of what happened earlier, right?"
An A-rank hunter like her, tripped up by an E-rank tagalong like me.
She'd nearly died tangled in Yorgamund's hair until I saved her—and as the next heir to a hunter clan, that had to sting her pride something fierce.
In this world, any woman who got help from a man would catch flak like "rip out your womb," the twisted reverse of "rip off his dick."
But...
"You think that's why I'm pissed?!"
"...Pardon?"
Contrary to what I'd expected...
"Th-that insolent bitch dared...! My ass and tits that I never even touched, and she goes putting Yongchan's hands on them, making pussy juice fly...!"
"Ah......"
The real reason Lee Gok was fuming from the top of her head...
Wasn't hunter pride or feminine dignity—it was pure, animal jealousy as a female.
Especially since she was pointing straight at Yorgamund's sprawled-out, sleeping ass.
Those plump, ripe-red cheeks, stamped with a clear imprint of my palm.
"Daring to use my man like that however she pleases! I can't forgive it!"
"Whoa, whoa, Lee Gok. Calm down... And technically, I was the one using it, you know."
"Guh! And that last meat-rod slap...! Ugh, that was a 'heartwarming scene' I'd only ever seen in jerk-off vids...!"
What the hell was heartwarming about a cock-slap?
As a man, I couldn't wrap my head around it... no, I shouldn't understand it.
Whatever. She was grinding her teeth like a bitch in heat, hell-bent on lunging past me to stomp Yorgamund flat.
How the hell was I supposed to stop her?
...Well, one idea did pop into my head.
"Lee Gok."
"What?!"
"If you're gonna get jealous over something that minor, what're we gonna do?"
"Wh-what?"
I pretended to drop to my knees. An eye for an eye, an ass for an ass.
Squeeze.
"...!"
Maybe it was all the ordeals lately—tits from every girl under the sun, jerk-off scenes, even cock-slaps.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
Stepping away from my polite Eastern youth persona for a true 'adult' moment, I gripped the two cute ass cheeks hidden beneath her skirt hem.
"Oh, my..."
Like shucking a clam, I spread her tightly clenched labia wide open to soothe the princess's rage.
"'Between us,' getting jealous over a little skinship like that will just make your heart uneasy, Princess."
"Kh-hm! You're right, now that I think about it. We can touch each other's 'important spots' whenever we feel like it, yeah?"
Luckily, my bootlicking pussy pet made her expression soften right up.
And that was just the start.
She acted like she'd been waiting for it, spreading her ass wider from below as she pulled me to my feet.
Swish.
"?!"
She carefully pressed her hand to my bulging crotch and started stroking it tenderly.
"Hehe. Has my affection finally gotten through to you at last?"
"H-huh?"
"A guy taking the lead on 'something like this'... You're too cool, Yongchan. Way too cool."
Drip.
Right then, the fingers I'd placed on her ass started soaking through, getting wetter by the second.
No way—battle was over and all, but popping a full boner here?
Before I knew it, her tits were spilling out over her hanbok, bouncing freely as she planted kiss after kiss on my neck without even asking.
"By the way... Contraception? Fuck that noise. You get me?"
"H-huh?!"
"...Fuck, didn't you hear me? I said fuck contraception, you little shit."
Uh... her speech was getting weird too?
Maybe my sudden pussy-stroking skinship had felt too damn good.
Like someone high on drugs, what I'd meant as a mood lightener had her tension skyrocketing way past normal—now she was a lioness prowling the plains.
The kind who'd bite off a lion's dick if the sex didn't please her.
"Heh... heh heh heh! C-cock... gimme cock! COCK!!"
Right before she lost all reason and pounced...
Thonk.
Thud.
"L-Lee Gok?!"
"Sigh... Talk about her virginity showing."
She took a solid knuckle-rap from the approaching Roger Captain and dropped like a sack.
"Sorry. It's been so long since I last saw a man that I lost my mind for a moment."
Yorgamund and Lee Gok lay fainted side by side.
About an hour had passed since we'd carefully laid them out on the deck.
Surprisingly, the layer lord herself—Yorgamund—woke up first.
"Th-that semen drifting in from the sea was just so sweet that I... I never had any intention of killing you to begin with."
"But you tried to eat me?"
"Just to spit you back out after! I was gonna take you into my belly and mate with you nice and slow in there—live together forever!"
Yorgamund turned out surprisingly reasonable.
Of course, in true monster fashion, her tone implied kidnapping first and consent be damned—which was pretty damn annoying—but hey, it was something.
'Compared to those orc wives I met before, she's practically a saint.'
Being a deep-layer lord wasn't for just anyone.
In some ways, she handled me with way more care than the women back on Earth. I decided to let it slide.
Besides, the Roger Captain was all like, "As long as she's not an enemy, who cares?"
"Haha, if no one dies and we make up, that's the best happy ending there is, right?"
Couldn't agree more.
She was overwhelmingly stronger than us, yet groveling to avoid looking bad in my eyes. No need to take it to the bitter end with someone like that.
Meanwhile...
"Sob sob..."
"""......"""
"Yongchan... forgive meee...!"
I already have?
If anything, the way I forgave her the second she woke up seemed to make her panic even more.
Right now, on the deck, Lee Gok was dancing an apology—not a courtship dance—buck naked, having stripped off every last scrap of clothing down to her underwear.
Arms clasped behind her head, legs spread wide, shaking her vulgar tits from side to side.
It was horny as hell, sure—but before that, it just made me feel kinda guilty.
"Sob sob sob... Don't hate meee...! Sorry for being such a slut who couldn't beat her lust...!"
"...?! D-does that mean I have to do it too to get forgiven?"
"Huh? No, you don't have to..."
"Ah, got it! Then I'll shake my vulgar udders right beside her!"
No, really, it's not necessary?
This is making me look like the bad guy here.
Can't even the somewhat normal(?) Roger Captain step in and stop this?
"Mmm! A naked dance for love... Youth is just wonderful, ain't it?!"
Fuck, what part of this vulgar spectacle screamed "youth" to him?
I was genuinely curious, but decided not to pry too deep.
Anyway, channeling my inner big-dicked alpha male reincarnation, I finally got them both to calm down—forgiving them with a fresh round of ass slaps on those handprint-marked cheeks.
Smack! Smack!
"Eut?!"
"Aww..."
At long last, we could all sit down and talk like civilized people.
"So, Yorgamund? That okay to call you?"
"I never had much of a concept of names. Call me whatever you like."
"Ah, got it. Yorgamund, then. We'd be grateful if you could get us out of this deep layer."
Getting down to business, I told her straight up that we wanted out.
She nodded like it was no big deal.
"Eh, that's nothing hard."
The layer lord snorted dismissively, and just like that—the quest was cleared!
...Or so I thought, relaxing for a moment.
"Uh... there's a bit of a problem, though."
"Problem?"
Soon enough, Yorgamund was sweating bullets.
"The deep layer's rule, or whatever you call it. One member of the party that wants to leave has to stay behind."
"What..."
"Eh?"
"Wh-what did you say?!"
Her follow-up words were straight-up "now kill each other" levels of insane.
We three, full of hope just moments ago, froze solid on the spot.