Chapter 128
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 128
Chapter Title: Retrieval
*Slurp... slurp...*
Hm? Sia? No clue how long I slept for.
*Buuurrrp!!! Bwoooosh!!!*
“Gulp!! Glug!! Guuulp!!... Ngh!!”
Well now, a semen burp too? I wanted to surprise the sleeping Sia, but my body feels way too heavy.
Ah, but when did I even set up the tent and sleeping bag?
“Ngh....”
“Haa... haa... Cain....”
After guzzling down a thick load of cum, she still wasn't satisfied, so Sia diligently sucked my cock back to full hardness.
“Hngh.... Cain, wake up alreadyyy.”
*Tschup! Tschweek!!!*
Sia climbed on top of me and, without being asked, started grinding her pussy against my shaft.
“Hyahk...! This feels so gooood...”
*Tschug! Tschug!! Tschug!!!*
Her sticky outer lips and clit rubbed against my cock, and Sia let out pleasurable moans.
“Ahrrhr.... Guuulp.”
Even as she kept grinding, she took a swig from the canteen to rinse her mouth, then leaned in to kiss me.
Her heavy breasts pressed against me first, followed by Sia's sweet lips.
This passive role was more fun than I'd expected?
Getting an unsolicited face-fuck didn't feel half bad.
No, was it because it was Sia? Her clumsy grinding motions as she *smack smack* sucked on my lips and tongue made blood rush straight to my cock.
*Twitch-!*
“Hahng!”
With no strength back in my body yet, my cock just twitching like that was hilarious.
Reacting to it, Sia pressed her body even closer.
“Cain... *chuup*...! Heup!! Pound my pussy hard alreadyyy...”
*Tschug!! Tschug!!!*
We'd gone at it non-stop outside the labyrinth, so we'd held back inside to manage continence. Guess she was pent up.
The moment her whisper tickled my ear and my cock twitched again...
*Tschup!!!*
“Uh?”
*Fwoooosh!!!!*
Sia had been stroking the full length of my cock with her hips when it twitched, throwing off her balance. Her pussy naturally swallowed me whole in an instant.
“Ahng!!!!”
*Shiver shiver!!!!*
I could feel Sia's hot inner walls, already melted slick from the blowjob and grinding.
“Hee... hee....”
Sia grinned dreamily as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth.
“Thisss...”
*Tschup!*
“Hngook!! Ooook...!”
She circled her hips awkwardly, feeling it intensely.
The beauty of cowgirl was that the woman controlled the depth and intensity.
After a little time passed, Sia started grinding at her own rhythm.
“Hau... haah... Goood... thisss... *chuup!!*”
After panting and shaking her hips to her heart's content, Sia leaned in for another kiss with her eyes fully glazed.
I could probably start moving now... but let's see how far Sia takes this?
Her impressive(?) hip work steadily improved as time went on.
Grinding her hips like a millstone—front, back, left, right—a bit lacking still, she placed her hands on my abs, squatted down, adjusted her posture, and...
*Paang- Pang!!*
Began shaking her ass.
Talent is terrifying...!
Feeling her pussy flesh as she mastered cowgirl in real time, my ejaculation built up. Sensing the telltale swell, her ass pistoned up and down even faster.
*Chwak!! Chweek!! Chwak!!*
“Cain... Caaaain!!!”
I grabbed her hips and thrust upward with everything I had.
*Paaaang!!!*
*Buuurrrp!!! Buuurrrp!!! Bwooooosh!!!!*
“Haaaaak!!!!!”
*Splurt!! Spluuuurt!!! Splurt!!*
Love juices squirted from Sia's pussy like a water gun as she took my load.
“Felt good, Sia?”
“Heuk! Ca... Cain?”
I spoke up, and she snapped her eyes wide open, gauging my reaction.
She'd been told before not to suck me off while I was asleep, but she'd gone and done a blowjob and full sex. No wonder she panicked.
“Twice, even?”
“Th-that's...”
Sia stammered excuses, but I pulled her into a gentle hug.
“It's fine. We've got days of mana stone mining and byproduct cleanup ahead. Others still out cold, right?”
“Y-yeah! Ro... Roy said to check the hourglass and set up, so the three of us did!”
Oh, not bad, Roy? Normally a paid service, but next time it's free—gotta let him watch me fuck Tanya.
“How long was I out?”
“Um..... about 16 hours?”
“That long?”
“Yeah.”
From her stumbling explanation, battle wrapped up and we returned to the passage around 4 p.m. yesterday.
We'd set out around 9 a.m., so pure combat time was over five hours.
Slept straight through 16 hours—already morning the next day.
“Everyone else?”
“All still sleeping... hehe.”
“That's why you didn't cover your mouth and went 'aah!' huh.”
“Kyaa!”
After the fighters all passed out, Tanya, Sia, and Roy teamed up to set up tents and sleeping bags, even hauling us over.
Roy and Tanya weren't stamina champs, so just establishing base camp and moving us wiped them out—place was dead silent.
I held the embarrassed Sia tighter as she tried to slip away from the hug, twitching my cock inside her.
“Hauut!!”
“This tight hug okay?”
“Uuung, goood... hehe... kiss....”
With Sia sprawled atop me, cock still buried deep, I groped her body and kept kissing until I heard the others stirring.
“Sia, your face is sparkling.”
“Hehe.”
That Loren bitch. Knew she'd be awake.
As comrades started rustling and waking in the other tents, we wrapped up sex and stepped outside. I overheard Loren slyly teasing Sia, her own face flushed beet red.
Sia just giggled, and Loren shot her an envious look.
She even snuck a glance my way—what, want some?
I played dumb, lit the lantern, gathered firewood, built a campfire, and started breakfast prep.
Two head-sized portable pots: water, dried portable stew powder, chunks of potato, shredded beef jerky.
Then I pulled out rock-hard baguette or hardtack in block form and sliced it into bite-sized pieces.
*Shwick- shwick- shwick-*
Food smells wafting out, Claude, Roy, Tanya, and Uncle Hawk groaned their way out of tents, shambling over.
“Kyaah... smells damn good.”
“Don't you dare eat any.”
“Sorry!”
Claude tossed out a dumb joke and apologized.
“Uncle, back any better?”
“Ngh... slight muscle ache aside, all good! Haha!”
Uncle Hawk, hunched over and looking even smaller, laughed heartily.
“Sis, bro—good work. Hang on a sec.”
“Good work? We barely lifted a finger.”
“Keeping us off the dirt floor counts. Otherwise, that uncle's back would've snapped.”
“Hehe.”
Praised Roy and Tanya too, gave the stew a stir.
“Sia, grab some dried fruit too.”
“Yeah! On it!!”
Sia, who’d been squatting beside me watching me cook, dashed to the gear-packed backpack and brought back dried fruits.
With fire available, we could've skipped stew and just chewed jerky and fruit.
But we'd had stew from day one of this delve, so everyone naturally grabbed bowls and crowded around me.
Line the bowl bottom with five or six pieces of hard bread, heap on the thickened stew.
Eat the jerky stew, and by the bottom, the bread's all mushy-soft to finish with.
Top it off with flavor-boosting raisins and tangy dried fruits.
Served everyone up, and right before digging in, I turned to Uncle Hawk.
“Uncle, got any wine?”
“Huh?”
“C'mon, no need to play surprised—you stashed some in a canteen, right?”
“Cough!!”
Sweat beading on the flustered uncle, I pressed gently.
“Not chugging it all till we drop—just a cup each. Everyone busted ass.”
“Ngh..!”
Grumbling, he headed to his gear and pulled out two canteens.
“Skip Tanya sis—she's got a kid. Little for the rest.”
“Got it.”
Past-life memories of moderate drinking for stress relief or heart health or whatever—but really, I just wanted a simple toast to us all surviving.
Emptied Uncle Hawk's emergency wine stash into cups, one for each.
“Alright, cheers and breakfast?”
""""""Cheers!!!!"""""
Just one bowl of stew each, but it was a damn fun meal.
After breakfast, trouble hit while trying to recover mana stones and byproducts from the lizard corpses.
“Dragging gear there, worry it'll all soak in the swamp—thoughts?”
“Hmm....”
Diagonal from the end of our passage: champion's corpse and heaviest cluster of bodies.
Nearly two kilometers straight-line—too far to haul camp gear comfortably through all-swamp terrain.
“Gonna take time, but back-and-forth it is.”
“No other way?”
“Nope.”
Uncle Hawk, seeing such an open swamp-filled layout for the first time, drew a blank too.
“Sigh... so how we doing this...”
“So many, need markers for finished mana stone and byproduct spots too.”
Me and uncle racking brains, spotted Loren hovering nearby.
“Loren, feeling better?”
“Ah, Cain. No real pain, just tired earlier—fine now.”
“Good. Then...”
Gotta rope in our powerhouse Loren again, what else.