Desires Laid Bare
I had expected the revealed desires might turn out like this. I wanted to enjoy the moment with Yeonhee and bring her pleasure. The goal was clear; the only real question was the risk that came with acting on it. The collision of thoughts and impulses had led to exactly this outcome, yet I wasn't particularly worried.
No Hayun... The physical distance was one factor, but a mage's detection abilities ranked near the top among all hunter professions. Not quite on the level of specialized guides, of course, but still the highest among every other class. She might have faintly sensed Yeonhee's body moving in rhythm with my own as she panted for breath.
Looks like more than one person noticed. Even Baek A-rin, positioned at the very edge of our camp, had woken up. The rabbit beastman's sharp hearing must have caught Yeonhee's unrestrained moan. I'd clamped a hand over her mouth in time, but it clearly hadn't been enough. She probably couldn't hear our conversation through the sensory waves I'd spread, but the sight of the usually prim and proper Yeonhee doing something like this with me would have been shocking enough.
Baek A-rin's ears kept twitching, flushed bright red, while the soft fur covering them puffed up and rippled like ocean waves. Did their ear fur swell like that when they grew excited? Fascinating. I'd heard those ears were considered a second erogenous zone for rabbit beastmen. I wondered if it was true. Though if it was, didn't that mean they walked around with their most sensitive spot completely exposed? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Two people had noticed what we were doing, but I didn't mind. The reason was simple. D-rank hunters rarely experienced it, but once you started clearing the lower levels of C-rank dungeons, expeditions often lasted several days. With larger parties, it wasn't uncommon for companions to share a bed. Of course, it didn't happen without some affection. Still, it wasn't exactly rare.
As you ventured into higher-tier dungeons, the risk of hunters acting erratically under the influence of dark energy grew. In those cases, acts that relieved mental tension were practically encouraged if the opportunity presented itself. Every hunter knew this common knowledge, and neither No Hayun nor Baek A-rin would be ignorant of it.
What they might think of Yeonhee satisfying her desires with—or through—her summoned creature, in plain view, was another matter. Honestly, it wasn't exactly normal. I was an undead that everyone avoided, a skeleton soldier. My outward appearance was about as bad as it could get.
Still, we'd sworn an oath. She couldn't tell anyone else about Yeonhee's behavior, so there was no need to worry too much. From my perspective, stopping Yeonhee while she drowned in such overwhelming pleasure would have been difficult anyway. Especially now that she was handling things herself without any further stimulation from me.
In moments like these, it was better to let her release freely. Suddenly forcing her to stop could plant some kind of trauma around the act in the future.
Hmm...?
What surprised me was No Hayun's reaction. She remained frozen for about a minute before suddenly turning toward us. She scooted as close as the maximum safe distance allowed and focused every ounce of her attention on listening. The enormous amount of mana gathered around her ears made it obvious exactly what she was concentrating on.
The fact that she had to get this close just to hear better meant she couldn't pick up our conversation. That was a relief. But then something even more absurd happened.
- Haa... Mmm... Ah... Schlick- Schlick- Schlick- Schlick- Schlick-
The approaching No Hayun had begun rubbing her lower region with her hand, pleasuring herself.
What the hell...? Is this some kind of voyeurism?
- Squelch- Squelch- Squish- Squelch- Squelch-
The sounds of her shamelessly explicit actions rang out, so obscene they made even me feel embarrassed. She was clearly already quite wet; the wet slapping of her fluids echoed loudly.
Baek A-rin seemed to have noticed No Hayun's movements as well. Her previously perked ears folded in half to cover her face as she curled into a tight ball.
Please... stop... What are you all doing...? I could even hear her whispering.
Arin must have been wondering what kind of ridiculous situation she'd woken up to. It made sense that she'd keep pinching herself, wondering if this was all a dream. What confused her even more was probably the fact that her own body was growing heated. The way her pure white ears had turned into bright red carrots as they covered her face made that obvious.
So rabbit beastmen really did turn red when excited. Baek A-rin unconsciously stroked her ears, her body trembling before she suddenly shook her head violently. Then she'd reach for her ears again, sometimes smacking her own head, locked in an internal battle with herself.
It'd probably be easier if she just took care of it herself... Well, it's not because of me, right? Handle it on your own.
I tried to convince myself I wasn't the cause, but if anyone was the root of this absurd situation, it was definitely me.
- Haa... Just... a little...
What? What does "a little" mean—
No Hayun muttered to herself, then redirected the mana she'd concentrated in her ears toward her hands. Using ice magic, she extended a long, spike-like icicle, using it as a lever against the big boar leather of our tent. She began prying the sides apart little by little.
Was the sound not enough for her? So when she said "just a little," she meant she wanted to see just a little? What the hell was she...
She's a complete pervert.
No Hayun had managed to create a palm-sized opening beneath the tent with her ice. Now she could see part of Yeonhee's back as she lay in my arms. Of course, I'd already activated stealth by then.
Watching Yeonhee's body continue to shake, No Hayun's face flushed crimson, yet she peered inside with a puzzled expression.
- Haa...?
She quickly turned her head this way and that, examining the small hole from multiple angles as if searching for something. Her face suggested that whatever should have been there wasn't. She was probably... looking for me.
Her searching grew so frantic that if she couldn't find what she wanted soon, it looked like she'd storm straight into our tent.
Whew... Rise!
I had no choice but to transform my left hand into the shape of a bone greatsword. Damn it. Trying to maintain Mimicry while shifting even part of my skeleton form was ridiculously difficult.
No Hayun soon spotted my partially visible left hand in its greatsword form. From that moment on, the speed of the hand rubbing between her legs increased dramatically.
Uh... W-wait. Are you insane...? Don't tell me you're looking at my hand? Uaaah... Stop it, you crazy woman!
It was so absurd that I had no choice but to unwillingly watch No Hayun pleasure herself for a while. Her long hair hung in wild disarray. Her ice-blue eyes gradually lost focus, signaling that she was immersing herself in other sensations. And those sensations were undoubtedly centered on the twitching area below her waist.
Moreover, she wasn't simply rubbing over her clothes like I'd done with Yeonhee. She'd committed fully—thrusting her fingers inside, rapidly pumping them in and out while her other hand flicked at her protruding nipples with practiced skill. It was clearly not her first time.
The sight stirred a different kind of arousal than watching the innocent, pure Yeonhee. Yet for some reason, I felt guilty toward the woman in my arms. I reached toward the opened tent, extending my bones to close the gap.
When I tried to seal the opening, No Hayun shook her head violently from side to side, desperately signaling me not to.
She's seriously a total pervert...
In my life as a hunter, I'd encountered all kinds of strange people, but this type was new. It even sent a slight chill down my spine.
Flutter—
I ignored No Hayun's desperate plea and closed the tent once more. Her short "Ah—!" cry brushed past my ears. Yet within my sensory waves, I could still detect her movements. Rather than understanding why I'd closed it—though I truly couldn't figure out her reasoning—she only grew more excited. Her mouth fell open as she continued the act with even greater intensity.
Of course, No Hayun was a rising star with the greatest talent among promising hunters. I could understand her being particularly sensitive in that area, just like Yeonhee, but this was a bit much. At this rate, it wouldn't just be Baek A-rin waking up—Bae Jua and Ham Eunyoung might wake as well.
Fortunately, the two still showed no signs of stirring.
What if Yeom Tae-seok hears this...? Can you even handle the shame?
She was probably acting this boldly because she trusted our oath, but being caught by peers and being caught by someone several ranks above them were on completely different levels of embarrassment. Yet she didn't seem to be thinking about that at all. Her audacity was almost admirable.
Fortunately, Yeom Tae-seok was keeping watch at a distance from the large tent and hadn't noticed what No Hayun was doing. That girl really had good luck.
I shifted my gaze away from No Hayun and back to Yeonhee. Pretty, pure, and adorable Yeonhee...
"Ahng... Haang— Ah! Ah! Ugh! Ah! Aaaaah... Ugh...! Heuuuuu... Huaaa..."
Pure... Ahem. Anyway, the incredibly beautiful Yeonhee was still riding her pleasure.
Saaaaaaa— drip, drip, drip—
The inside of the tent was thoroughly soaked with sticky, slippery fluids. After nearly thirty minutes of unrestrained enjoyment, Yeonhee had tasted the peak of peaks before finally beginning to collect herself.
For Yeonhee, "collecting herself" simply meant clinging tightly to my neck while remaining in my arms, but I could clearly feel the tremors stabilizing.
"Haa— Haa— Ilwol, even if you release your Mimicry... just stay like this a little longer... Okay? Haa... Haang..."
That's because I'm not ready yet...
I pulled several fresh towels from my inventory and meticulously cleaned up the mess she'd made everywhere. Naturally, I wiped down her body as well.
Twitch— Twitch—
Every time my touch met her skin, Yeonhee flinched and experienced aftershocks. Hunters sensitive to pleasure were often called blessed, but Yeonhee was truly exceptional among them. To react this intensely from masturbation alone... It was genuinely impressive.
When the Mimicry finally released, I carefully pried her arms away—she was still clutching mine and refused to let go—then stood up. Yeonhee, as if she'd expended every ounce of strength, lay sprawled on the floor gazing up at me. Her expression was thick with undeniable satisfaction.
Your face looks far too lewd right now...
"Where... are you... going...?"
"Yeah, with that... clean... inside..."
I communicated my intention with difficulty. Yeonhee fumbled to gather the towels, then stared at me intently. I needed to leave so she could clean herself properly. She cooled her vividly flushed cheeks with the back of her hand, then smiled brightly upon seeing me with Mimicry released.
"Clack clack clack!"
"Yes! Th-thank you..."
Nod—
I gave her our usual signal before stepping outside once more.
Flutter—
The moment I emerged, No Hayun lowered the barrier she'd spread around herself and looked at me. She was still holding the exact same posture as before.
Is she for real...? Is the world ending tomorrow or something?