Chapter 95
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: A Brief Rest (4)
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―Splash, splatter.
To anyone overhearing, it might sound like nothing more than playful splashing in the water. But the source of that sticky, squelching noise wasn't a riverbank, a beach, or even a babbling brook.
'Not entirely wrong, though.'
In a way, it was like a little valley.
Baek Il-yeong chuckled at the thought, then let his gaze drift downward.
There, Mori Yoshinari's gray eyes, which had been eagerly licking and sucking his massive cock like it was the sweetest candy, spun around in circles.
―Slurp, smack.
The wet sounds weren't coming from her mouth.
To be precise, they were the noises made by her pussy juices trickling down her thighs and splattering against the tatami mats.
It was a lewd sound.
But it was hard to find anything cuter.
That was when it happened.
"Mmph?"
Her mouth was stuffed full with his enormous cock, so the words weren't clear, but her upturned eyes clearly asked something like, Why are you laughing?
Il-yeong gave her a soft smile and whispered just loud enough for her alone to hear.
"Just... 'cause you're so pretty."
Any ordinary guy might call a beauty—who was rare even in the modern world—sucking his dick like candy vulgar or slutty. But to Il-yeong, Mori Yoshinari looked more beautiful and noble than any woman he'd ever known.
'Maybe because she's my first in this world.'
Of course, she wasn't his very first experience. But that didn't make it meaningless.
Come to think of it, she held great significance for him.
When he'd first fallen into this world, endlessly lost and adrift, Oda Nobunaga had been his lifeline—a glimpse of a stable future and a historical figure he'd admired. But Mori Yoshinari was the first friend and lover who'd soothed his weary heart without him even realizing it.
...How else could he have realized a nightmare wasn't real, just because she pushed him away?
That was when it happened.
―Gulp!
A heavy sensation suddenly gripped his cock, making Il-yeong furrow his brow slightly as he looked down. There was Mori Yoshinari, mischief and a hint of spite in her eyes, swallowing him even deeper than before.
It was as if she were protesting.
Like, Don't you dare do anything else with me right here.
―Stroke.
At her adorable jealousy, Il-yeong's lips curved into an even warmer, more affectionate smile. He gently stroked her hair and said,
"Just... reminded me of when we first met."
His soft whisper, tender yet deep and resonant, brought a flush to Mori Yoshinari's cheeks.
Their first meeting.
And their first time together.
Just as it was precious to him,
Il-yeong's first time with her was one of her most treasured memories too.
So, with her cheeks still rosy, she rolled her eyes.
...Her reaction was so cute.
Il-yeong slid his cock from her slightly swollen lips along its curve and crouched down in front of her. He wiped the long strand of saliva dangling from her chin from the prolonged blowjob with his finger, then met her gaze.
Black eyes met gray.
He flashed a faint smile at her as she licked the finger he'd used to clean her up, and whispered,
"Thanks for always being by my side. I mean it."
He didn't wait for a reply.
Il-yeong pressed his lips to her red ones, and Mori Yoshinari, who had frozen for a moment, eagerly welcomed his tongue as if she'd been waiting.
―Slurp, smack.
Worried her saliva from sucking and licking his cock might dirty him, she swallowed quickly, then clumsily tangled her tongue with his, moistening her dry lips with his spit. It was erotic and utterly hot.
So Il-yeong couldn't hold back any longer. He slipped his hand under the knees of the girl sitting on the tatami and effortlessly lifted her surprisingly light legs onto his lap.
"Nngh...!"
In response to his movement, Mori Yoshinari shifted into a comfortable position straddling his lap. Soon, his glistening cock slid smoothly into her overflowing pussy.
―Slide.
There was no resistance.
A pussy that had only ever known Il-yeong's cock in her lifetime.
Now perfectly molded to him, it greedily devoured his thick shaft—lewd beyond its pale pink hue.
"Ha, haa...!"
Her strange moan mingled with their entwining tongues. At the same time, Il-yeong's cock, fully sheathed, throbbed against her womb.
"Haa... hngh...!"
He'd only just pushed his cock inside her pussy.
Yet the overwhelming pleasure was enough to reduce her to a helpless female before an absolute male.
"Hrngh...!"
Shivers rippled through her.
Saliva trickled down her jawline, defying the wipe he'd given her—it should have been messy, but it was just endlessly erotic.
Stimulation blanked the mind at times.
Even so, her pussy clenched hungrily around the massive cock filling her.
"Haa."
Once her face was flushed red enough that she could barely breathe, Il-yeong pulled back slightly to give her a moment to catch her breath. She gasped puha—as if she'd been waiting, then shyly buried her face in his shoulder.
Gently cradling the back of her head, Il-yeong whispered softly.
"Doesn't hurt, right?"
"...Feews gwood. So, so f-fwuffy...!"
Was she already lost in it?
Her pronunciation was a bit off, but Il-yeong just found it adorable. Especially when her massive breasts, nipples erect, brushed against his chest with their occasional spasms—it was even hotter.
Still, he'd only inserted it worrying she might hurt, but her breathing suggested she was purely in bliss. A relief.
So, like soothing a child, he gently drew her shoulder closer with his free right hand and murmured,
"Yoshinari's pussy... is the best, as always."
"...Haaah."
Embarrassing.
Crude.
Maybe even insulting.
But why?
Why did it feel like sweet words of love?
Il-yeong's cock still wasn't moving.
But just the sensation of it filling her pussy was enough to make her feel like she'd cum.
With tears welling in her eyes, Mori Yoshinari rebelliously nipped his earlobe in response.
"...You b-bad boy. Fow weaw."
"Haha."
He'd always thought so, but her whining was like watching a massive puppy act cute. Endlessly adorable.
And in that moment,
Il-yeong adjusted his slightly uncomfortable position and whispered to her as she caught her breath.
"I'm gonna fuck you now. Till you're begging from exhaustion."
Mori Yoshinari thought to herself,
Maybe the man she loved was some legendary lust demon after all.
"Haaah... haaan!"
Feeling his cock thrust deep into her pussy, she buried her face in Il-yeong's shoulder, hugged his back, and thought,
...Maybe it didn't even matter anymore.
―Squelch!
His thick manhood pushed into her juice-slicked ass. At the same time, the slowly rising moonlight illuminated the pair.
Pale skin met pale skin.
"Haa...! Go-good...♡"
Sweat beaded on their skin as they devoured each other's lips until they were swollen, stealing saliva and breath.
"Haa, haa...!"
Il-yeong lay back, and Mori Yoshinari stripped off his thin clothes draped over him, gripped his wrists, and rocked her hips.
"Oob...♡"
Like a broken doll with unfocused eyes, her hips shook, his cock tip emerging before being swallowed again. By now, their groins were soaked beyond wet, slightly swollen, but they didn't care—they bucked wildly.
"Ah, aan...! Haaaah!"
The fact that their moans might leak outside meant nothing anymore. Il-yeong and Mori Yoshinari were lost in lust, thrusting and taking like fiends.
How long did they shake their hips?
―Plap, smack!
Her breasts—so massive they could be called explosively voluptuous—slapped against her skin with her hip rhythm, reddening beneath, and their bodies were covered in lipstick marks from each other's lips.
"Ah, aaaa! Urgh...♡"
Suddenly, Il-yeong's cock stabbed to her womb's end. Her back arched, and he immediately sat up, hugging her tight—squeeze—and whispered in a husky, lust-dominated voice.
"First load. Take it all."
At that moment, Mori Yoshinari shuddered as warm liquid filled her belly and cried out.
"Th-thank you fow the feeeed...♡"
Itadakimasu.
Who knew those words could be this erotic?
Il-yeong thought so as he pumped her womb full of thick semen.