Chapter 10
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Johnson's General Store (6)
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"Let's see..."
Schlup... schlorp!!
"Hnn... hnnng!!!"
Since we were far from the glowstone, only her silhouette was faintly visible, so Camella couldn't gauge my size. I pressed my glans against her entrance and rubbed it around to give her a feel for it first. She jolted and trembled once she realized how big it was.
"What's wrong, Camella?"
"Ah... no... it's just..."
"Don't worry too much. I know it looks rough, but I have to check things properly."
"Y-yes..."
"Alright then."
Since she wasn't a virgin, I figured any extra gentleness like spreading her with my fingers would be a luxury I didn't need to bother with. I just started sliding my cock straight into her pussy.
Schoooorp!!!!
"Aaaaahhh!!!!"
"...Wow..."
Young girls have their charm, but so do women who've ripened just right. There's something addictive about hugging a nicely plump one—the way their flesh yields.
Camella's hips and ass looked insanely wide and perfect for pounding, so I'd figured it'd feel amazing pushing inside her. But what was this?
As my glans forced its way past her entrance, her pussy walls clenched tight around my shaft, gripping it inch by inch even as I advanced slowly. Despite the juices flowing freely, the insertion felt incredibly snug, and she started letting out pained screams.
"Phew... this feels almost brand new."
"Ack!!... Hnnnggg it huuurts!!!"
Maybe it was from years of disuse, or maybe Johnson's cock was just pathetic, but Camella burst into tears like a virgin whose hymen had just torn.
"No way, something this soft and perfect... why?!"
Pang!!!
"Guhk!!!"
A milf pussy untouched for over eight years reacting like a virgin? I slammed deep inside her, and she made a choking gasp like she was about to pass out.
Ah, she was leaking so much juice, but my size must've kept her inner walls from loosening up properly. Guess the difference from my past life's equipment threw me off—my bad.
Schlurrrp!!!
"It huuurts!! Ca... Caaain!! Aaaaahhh!!!!!"
I slowly pulled my deeply embedded cock back out, and her pussy lips flipped inside out, dragging along with it as her scream erupted again.
Too damn dark to see her face clearly. Shame I couldn't make out her twisted expression.
I grabbed her tits like I was squeezing juice from them, licked her nape, and started thrusting slowly, gradually increasing the depth each time.
Schluuup!!!
"Ack!!"
Pook!!!
"Haaak!!!!"
Schluuuuup!!!
"Haaang..."
Puuuk!!!
"Aang!"
Schluuuuuuup!!!!
"Hyaaaang!!"
Her initial screams of pain came with her juices drying up momentarily from the hard thrusts, but as I eased into slow, deliberate pistoning, her pussy started gushing even more than at first insertion.
By the time her squeezing walls softened around my cock, those screams turned into lewd moans spilling from her lips.
Time to hilt it once.
"Nice sounds. Let me check a little deeper."
"W-wait!!"
Now that she was taking my cock with some ease, I gripped her hips and drove in to the base.
Kuuuuurk!!
"Kuhng..!"
Plop—
Brrrrrr!!!
"Kyaaak!!!"
My glans kissed her cervix. Like hitting a button, her pelvis shook like there was an earthquake, her legs—which had been flat on the floor—shot up, trembling wildly as her toes curled tight in orgasm.
"Do you usually check this deep?"
"Heuk!! Heeek... it's... so deeeep..!!!"
"Of course you should go this far normally."
"R-really...!"
"You telling me you've never had it checked this deep?"
"...."
"Hmm... that's a shame."
Looks like Johnson's dick couldn't reach that far.
Stab!
"Hngg!!!"
"Still more to check. Hang in there a bit longer, okay?"
"Y-yesss..."
With that, I slung her legs over my shoulders and went to town hammering her cervix, fucking her for real.
Whether it was my Technique stat or the overflowing stamina different from my past life, I pounded her full throttle without tiring, savoring every inch of her pussy walls.
Her moans, echoing sweetly at first, grew into desperate pants as my thrusts sped up, eventually turning into beastly howls.
Situational roleplay or not, nonstop in the dim warehouse wasn't my style. Time to bust a nut and switch spots.
"Camella!!"
"Ahk!!! Euk!! Kreeeung!!!"
"Wrapping up the check."
"Eh?"
Spurt!!! Spuuurt!! Spuuuurt!!!
"Kyaaaaang!!!"
Kuuuuk!!
As I creampied her, Camella screamed while clenching her pussy hard, writhing her hips to angle me as deep as possible and milking every drop.
Whoa... the load's insane.
Schluup... pop!
"Heut...!"
"Camella."
"Eh...? Eeeh...?"
"Suck."
"...."
I pulled out right away and stepped up to her face, shoving my cock toward her. I could feel her hot breath.
Now to straight-up tell her to suck my dick.
The sloppy skinship in the warehouse two days ago could pass as a fluke, but now she'd been creampied.
She'd even mentioned her husband, so guilt seemed low. Time to nudge her into fully embracing the affair.
She'd tasted dick after eight years— no way she'd stop at just once, judging by how she'd howled like an animal impaled on mine moments ago.
Smack—
Sure enough, her lips soon kissed my glans.
She started by tentatively licking the surface clean of cum with quick flicks of her tongue, then gauged my size and opened wide to swallow it.
"Haab...!"
Pook!
"Guhk!! Khek!!"
Tap tap tap!!!
Habit kicked in—I grabbed her head and face-fucked her. She frantically tapped my thighs.
"Ah, sorry. Keep sucking."
Stroke stroke—
"Hngg..! Jjuuuup!!"
Sorry, I stroked her hair and gently caressed her earlobe. She snorted angrily once like a pissed-off kitten but kept slurping away.
Definitely not her first time sucking dick, but the technique was amateurish.
Partly my size, but I didn't know this world's sex skills yet—too early to judge.
Eh, I'd teach her properly over time.
I gently petted her head as she cleaned my cock with her lacking fellatio, waiting till her rapid post-sex breathing settled before suggesting we move.
"Is there a break room in the store?"
"Jjuuup... phaa! Huh? Y-yes... there is."
"Where?"
"Behind the door past the counter..."
"Ah, that back area?"
"Y-yes.."
"Alright, let's go."
"Y-yes...?!"
"Why so surprised? The shop door's locked tight."
"Ahh..."
Pulling her back to reality outside the roleplay flustered her.
I wondered why she acted like such a newbie after over a year of hitting on me.
Ah, first affair, huh.
She liked me and started flirting in slutty outfits just to toy around, but my firm rejections sparked her competitive side until we ended up here.
Whatever, too late—she'd already been fucked. Now to keep crossing lines and enjoy it.
"Kyak!"
"Quiet."
"At least... my clothes."
"Why? We're doing it again anyway."
"...."
I scooped up naked Camella and carried her out of the warehouse.
"Eut!!"
It wasn't even lunchtime yet—the outside was brightly lit. She shrank into herself, trying to hide as much as possible.
"Why hide? You're gorgeous."
"Hurry inside, someone might see...!"
"What, all that prep and you're this flustered?"
"Ugh.. hurryyy..!"
"Got it."
Despite her teary-eyed pleas with her flushed face buried in my chest, I leisurely groped her as I headed to the break room behind the counter.
Click!
"Cain, right now..!"
"Spread."
Thud!
"Ack!"
The break room was cozy—smaller than a capsule hotel, with a super single bed, basic furniture, and a small table. The bedding was lightly mussed.
I tossed her onto the bed and climbed on, aiming straight for her pussy.
"W-wait a sec!"
"Why?"
"Th-that..."
"Don't want to? Fine, we'll call it here for today."
In the bright light, her face stiffened as she saw my cock's size up close and blocked my insertion.
Her hand unconsciously rubbed her lower belly while staring at it—clearly shocked that monster had stirred her insides.
"..."
"Guess I'll swing by next time I need something. See you, Camella."
The moment she hesitated, I got up to leave the room.
Her body still quivered faintly from the sex afterglow, covered in my handprints glowing red like her hair against her skin, my cum leaking in spurts from her pussy, and my cock still rock-hard. Conflicted expression.
Her usually sleek, luscious red hair was a mess; her eyes red-rimmed, cheeks streaked with dried tears.
Unlike the dark roleplay fuck, seeing me in the light amplified the weight of cheating. Her face twisted in turmoil.
Women like this? Can't give 'em time to think. Shift the situation fast before she rationalizes and backs out. Bonus: seize full control.
"W-wait!!"
"What?"
"Um..."
"Nothing to say? I'm out."
"....Stay."
"Huh?"
"Do me!!"
"Do what?"
"Huh?"
"You aren't about to say something ridiculous like 'clean the mattress' again, are you, Camella?"
"...Gulp!"
I turned back sternly as she called out again.
She couldn't tear her eyes from my erect cock, swallowing hard without realizing.
"...Have sex with me."
"What? Speak up, I can't hear."
"Fuck me!! God, seriously!!"
Finally, she begged for it herself.
"Hmm..."
"N-not okay?"
I stared blankly down at her, and she grew anxious, crawling forward to grab my hand.
"Well, if you're asking that nicely... I don't mind."
"Ah!"
A faint smile bloomed on her face at my reply.
"Shall we start with a kiss?"
"Mmph!!!"
I'd pushed her to beg for sex myself, so now it was time to ease up and be gentle.
That's why I'd held back on kissing until the first creampie.
I softly embraced her, rolling around on the bed with her, savoring her lips.
Like lovers, blending the skills I'd honed for ex-girlfriends—some unused—with the teasing foreplay I'd wasted on married women, melting her down.
"Heup...! Churp... chup!!"
Worlds apart from the rough warehouse ravaging, this tender intimacy left Camella dazed, her eyes glazing over.
Her kissing was a bit clumsy—rusty after so long. I wrapped her stiff tongue like a snake, sucking it sticky-sweet like candy till she snorted in pleasure and clung harder.
After lavishing her body till she couldn't take it, she whined, spreading her pussy and begging for my cock.
"Want me to put it in?"
"...Pha! Y-yesss.. please put it in... pleeease..."
"You want it more than me, so ride it yourself from on top."
"Yesss...!"
To embed in her mind that she was actively choosing the affair—not dumping blame on me—I put her in cowgirl.
Schluup!
"Hngk...!"
Hands on my abs, squatting down, she lifted her hips to align her pussy with my glans.
Schlick..!
"Haaak..! Too biiiig...!"
Even with just the glans parting her entrance, her legs shook like jelly.
"At this rate, it'll take all day to fuck you."
Grab!
"W-wait!!!"
Paaaaang!!!!
"Kyaaaaaang!!!"
Sia might be waiting, so I'd keep it light and head out by dinner.