Chapter 7
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Johnson's General Store (3)
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I opened the door, and Sia came rushing straight into my arms. I slowly stroked her back.
"There, there, it's okay, Sia... shhh..."
"Hic... sniff..."
BOOM!!!
"Kyaaah!!!"
Damn. My ears are gonna go deaf. The kid who usually just mumbles to herself only screams like this at times like these.
We'd just finished dinner, and it was about time to hit the sack, but suddenly thunder and lightning? What the hell.
I carried the trembling Sia, who was clinging to me, into the room and shut the door.
"Sia, remember when I went to the general store earlier? I forgot to give you the snacks I bought. Wanna eat 'em quick and go to bed?"
"Sob... really?"
She must've run here barefoot in a hurry—her pink hair shook as she finally stopped crying and looked up at me.
She wasn't wearing anything super tight like spats, but loose short shorts that looked like underwear paired with a beige tee. Her massive chest made the shirt ride up like an underboob curtain, and as it rubbed against my torso, I couldn't help but think today was my lucky day.
"Hurry, hurry!!"
"Hold on... here you go."
Truth be told, I'd remembered to buy the snacks, but I'd gotten so caught up scribbling notes on the parchment that I'd forgotten to hand them over. Still, Sia didn't mind and started sucking on the lollipop I gave her.
"Ehehe... tasty..."
"Hey, what about me?"
"...Ptoo!"
"No, no, just eat it! Don't spit it out!!!"
"Okay! Heehee. Nom!!"
She knew I'd just tell her to have it anyway.
She's clever in some ways besides eating, the little fool.
"Nom! Cain, lookie here!!"
"Oh... wanna trade for another one tomorrow?"
"Yeah!"
Sia rummaged through the lollipop wrapper and showed me the one marked "Winner!"
Luck strikes in the small stuff like this, huh.
Or maybe the thunder and lightning chasing her here right when I forgot the snacks was the real stroke of luck... who knows.
"But... Cain, you gathering tomorrow too?"
"Yeah, gathering tomorrow, then the general store the day after."
"Huh? Why the store?"
"Oh... Camella asked for some help with something. Promised to lend a hand."
Sitting on the bed now with her legs splayed out in a W, slurping away at the lollipop with those innocent eyes gazing up at me... I wanted her sucking my dick instead of that candy. Damn, but not yet.
"Can I help too?"
"Nah, it doesn't need that many hands, and it's not an official request. Showing up as a pair might make her uncomfortable."
"Aww, gotcha..."
RUMBLE!!!
"Eek!!"
"Finish up quick, rinse your mouth, and let's sleep."
"Mhm!"
Crunch crunch!!
The thunder showed no signs of letting up, so Sia hurriedly crunched through the candy, rinsed her mouth in the bathroom, and climbed back onto the bed.
"Cain..."
"Yeah."
"Hug me... tight."
Wriggle wriggle wriggle
Squish!
Squeeze!!
"Hng! Feels so good..."
She scooted right up beside me as I lay on my side, naturally turning her back to me like a spooning position and nestling perfectly into my arms. I hugged her tight from behind, and she let out a satisfied smile.
"You're not a kid anymore..."
"Daddy always hugged me like this during storms!"
CRASH!!
"Eep!"
Another thunderclap made her jolt, and my dick brushed against her. Camella's had that slick, wet feel, but Sia's ass was all soft and plush.
Ever since Sia developed that dependency quirk, this event popped up often. After we arrived in Labyrinth City and Claude checked out my size, he'd shoot me sly looks whenever it happened and sneak off to give us the room. But after a few times with no follow-through the next day, the way he looked at me like I was some psycho still stuck with me.
After enduring my ex's bullshit until we finally broke off the engagement, then casually dating around for years while binging NTL novels—this golden event, and I'm supposed to do nothing but sleep? No way in hell.
"Caiin..."
"Go to sleep."
"Pat my tummy..."
Pat pat pat—
"Haaam..."
Her shirt, already riding up from those tits, bunched up even more defenselessly as she snuggled in. I gently patted her pale belly to lull her to sleep.
She loves eating so much, yet no spare fat—just that womb area bulging out a bit. So damn erotic.
"Hehe... nighty..."
"Yeah, night, Sia."
"Mmm..."
With the thunder dying down and my steady patting, she drifted off quick.
Once Sia's out, she's dead to the world—even if you carried her away. So I patted extra soft to get her deep fast.
Snooore...
"Whoa..!"
I stopped patting her belly where she used my arm as a pillow and started pressing and rubbing it gently.
Probably fiddled with her belly for about 30 minutes till she was deep asleep.
Her stomach felt a bit cool overall, but my massaging warmed it up nice.
"Mm... hehe..."
Her belly all toasty now, she giggled in her sleep. I slowly slid my hand up toward her chest.
Sliide—
Squish!
"Whoa... fuck..."
Mind blown. Even in my past life, I rarely groped tits this size. Grabbing a handful, Sia's breast overflowed and spilled everywhere—pure ecstasy, had me cursing under my breath.
"Ha... finally getting to enjoy this... huh?"
Knead knead knead.
"...Hng..!"
No matter how I groped, I couldn't find her nipples. I squeezed a bit harder in frustration, and she let out a moan.
"Oh... inverted, huh?"
Nice. Inverted nipples—the challenge of making 'em hard and pop out gets the blood pumping.
"Whew, our Sia's grown a lot..."
Twitch twitch!!
Realizing they were inverted, I eased my grip and delicately fingered around till I found her areola.
"Oh... not a total bigpie."
Usually big tits mean big areolas, but everyone's different. Not ridiculously huge—good thing.
Maybe a tad bigger than C~D cups, but solid enough.
"Whoa..."
From the edge where her breast met areola, I lightly scratched inward with my nails, super gentle. Her body shivered.
"Sensitive too... oh!"
Right in the areola's center, I felt a slight split where her nipple hid.
"Not fully inverted."
Maybe from all the breast and areola play, it was swelling a bit—the tip peeked through the slit.
"Eek!"
Twitch!!
Not on some mission to pop 'em out today, but a light stroke had sweat beading on her neck and her moans growing louder.
Camella had that heavy blood-and-musk scent from her period, but Sia smelled fresh like baby skin. Same soap in the dorm, yet so different.
My rock-hard dick kept poking her ass now. Instinct or subconscious, her cheeks twitched in response.
"Alright then..."
Couldn't suck 'em, but I'd enjoyed her tits plenty. Now I slid my hand back down.
Our position: me on my left side, her mirroring with her back to my chest.
Left arm around her shoulders like a restraint, so I'd checked her tits with just my right.
My left arm should've gone numb as her pillow, but Lv3 body stats made it no big deal.
Ignoring her shirt bunched up to her neck, I leisurely groped down her body with my right hand.
Sliide—
At her right hip's end, I slipped a finger into her shorts' waistband, tugged 'em down a bit.
Didn't expect stretchy pants in a medieval-ish world—they peeled right off elastic-like.
But her left thigh pinned to the bed made full removal tricky; I'd need to lift her lower half. For now, flipping the right side down exposed half her panties and thigh.
"This'll do... let's see..."
I lifted my crotch off her ass, ditched my pants and underwear.
"Hoo..."
Pulled her tight again, then pressed into the plump swell of her lower belly, applying pressure bit by bit.
Press! Press!
"Hng... hnn!"
Heard about womb massage somewhere, didn't expect miracles, but pressing her lower belly real got the moans flowing again.
"Full of female talent, huh?"
Rubbed her lower belly more, then reached down over her panties.
Felt the rough cotton waistband. Fingered the top—her pubes and panties rubbed together.
"Ungroomed bush is hot as fuck."
Clit's not popping out developed, so I gauged position and reached deeper...
Squelch!
"Oh..."
Finger deep near her entrance—already leaking, panties damp.
"Slide inside the panties?"
Didn't trust myself not to escalate big, so just over-panties for today.
Started kneading her Y-zone and crotch skin slow.
"Ha... haa..."
Twitch..! Twitch!!
Teasing from outside, rubbing her outer lips and clit area firm—her panty wet spot spread wider.
Always heard her whiny kid noises, but these moans? Refreshing.
"Hoo..."
Squelch squelch!!
Massaged her pussy thoroughly, soaked my hand in her juices, then shifted to her ass—stroked perineum and crack soft with my hand's edge.
Stroke—stroke—
"...Hnn...!"
Twitch!!!
Worked her front and back pussy-ass combo hard till even her pressed thighs dripped wet.
Sliiiide—
I wedged my dick between her thigh gap and crotch.
"Hoo... gotta give her at least a sumata."
Squelch! Squelch!!
"...!"
Right hand pressed her right thigh tight, squeezing my dick harder, and I started slow thrusting.
Where her panties met my dick was a bit rough, but the rest wrapped my shaft in her skin—hot body temp, her juices, my precum mixing for slick pleasure.
Squelch!! Squish!! Squelch!!
"Nnngh!!... Haa!!"
Shiiiiver!!!!
Once I really started pumping, her moans turned sluttier.
This body hadn't even jerked off since awakening, and barely any thrusts in—orgasm boiled up fast.
After holding back with Camella earlier, couldn't last.
Spluuurt!!! Spuuuurt!! Spluuuush!!!
"Hoo..."
First cum since awakening, via sumata. No regrets.
Carefully slipped my arm from under her head, wiped my dick on my underwear, swapped to fresh ones, cleaned any splatter on the sheets from her juices or my load, redressed her shorts, then hugged her and crashed.
Wonder what reaction she'll give in the morning.