A Sort of Pure Love
In other words, I registered as something of a special delicacy to the magical beasts. The reason was the energy I had received from her.
Which ultimately meant that the more power I took from her, the more strongly those beasts would be drawn to me no matter what.
"So that means things like this could keep happening from now on."
"That's right."
She answered, then simply stared at me in silence.
"Why the sudden heavy atmosphere?"
"You don't resent me? All of this is because of me, after all."
"Would resenting you change anything?"
"Well, no, but—"
I reached up and stroked her hair as I spoke.
"Nothing in this world is ever only good. And if it were just me being sacrificed for nothing, that would be one thing—but setting that problem aside, I think these days have been pretty enjoyable."
"If that's how you see it, then I'm glad."
"All right then—in that spirit, how about you explain what kind of situation we're dealing with today? Don't tell me we're diving straight in right here?"
At my words she quickly shook her head.
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"
"Haha. Too extreme after all?"
"Hmph."
She snorted, yet still went on to explain the new character.
"Fundamentally it's a support character that can also hold the front line. Not quite on the level of a full-fledged tank, but for short stretches it can pin enemies down, and mid-combat it can activate an aura that grants positive effects to allies."
"What kind of effects, specifically?"
"It slowly regenerates stamina and health, and reduces the resource cost of skills being used. You can't expect much out of it in a short fight, but in a prolonged battle it becomes fairly useful."
"Ah, I see."
"The skill name is Aura of Benevolent Holy Light. It isn't a unique skill, so stacking is possible—though when the same skill is layered multiple times the efficiency drops. If one person provides an effect of 1, two people using the same skill only get about 1.25 instead of 2."
Since Han Sul-ye had recommended a new member, she had apparently prepared a skill to match. A support type that could also front-line would be perfect for protecting rear-liners like Lim Hana and Lamia from the middle.
My own aggro-holding ability was top-tier, but sudden emergencies always existed. Even a single person who could defend the back line from the middle would make it far easier for me to move freely.
Han Sul-ye could take a front-line role if needed, but from the way she had fought the spiders, she could only hold attention for a short while—she wouldn't last long. In that sense, a secondary tank with support capabilities would become a very useful piece of firepower.
"You really put a lot of thought into preparing this. Thank you."
"As long as you understand."
After that rough explanation, the scenario began once more.
When I approached, she looked startled, then hurried over and linked her arm through mine.
"What's this about? No call or anything?"
"What do you mean, what's this about. I came because I wanted to see you."
"Hmm."
She made a soft nasal sound and shot me a sidelong glance, but she didn't refuse.
We headed straight for a nearby motel.
The moment we stepped inside she stripped off her clothes without ceremony until she was left in nothing but her underwear.
When I held up my phone to capture the sight, she hurriedly covered her face with her palm.
"I told you no pictures."
"Shame. Something this pretty ought to be preserved."
"Forget it. Put the phone away already."
"Yes, ma'am."
We weren't lovers, but we met like this from time to time to satisfy each other's needs. People usually called a relationship like ours "sex partners." Ours was exactly that.
When I obediently put the phone away, she smiled as if to say well done.
"Don't even think about leaving pictures behind. Enjoy it with your eyes only."
Then, right in front of me, she slowly peeled off the rest of her underwear.
Her full breasts came free, and next she tugged down the panties that were already faintly damp between her thighs. Whatever else one might say, that was proof she was enjoying this arrangement too.
"I'll wash up first."
"Sure."
She stepped into the bathroom whose interior was completely visible and began carefully washing her body.
I watched quietly from outside for a while, then at a certain point stripped off my own clothes and entered the bathroom after her.
"Couldn't even wait that long."
"Someone's just too alluring."
"Hmph."
As if she had expected it, she turned her back, braced her hands against the wall, and bent at the waist. Her plump ass and the soft flesh within came fully into view.
My lower half, already thoroughly heated from watching her shower, slid into that flushed, exposed flesh that was offering itself so completely.
"Ahn."
She let out a soft, cat-like nasal sound as she savored the sensation of our bodies joining as one.
"You're extra hard today. Been starving yourself?"
"You're pretty springy yourself."
"I've been training a bit lately."
"That counts as training?"
"Better than not doing anything, right?"
"Fair enough."
It wasn't the kind of conversation most people would have while mixing their bodies in a bathroom, but for us it felt strangely natural. Of course that only applied at the beginning; once the mood heated up there would be no room left for talk like this.
The wet slap of our bodies and the slick, sticky friction of flesh against flesh continued, our breathing growing hotter by degrees—when suddenly a phone rang from outside.
"That's mine."
She tried to pull away in a hurry, but I refused to let her go and followed her out of the bathroom still buried inside her.
"Hey, come on. Hold off while I'm on the phone at least."
"Your body feels too good. Impossible."
"Ugh."
She heaved a long sigh, checked who was calling, and finally pressed the answer button.
"Yeah, what is it?"
I thrust deep right as she answered, but though she flinched she didn't let even a small moan escape.
"..."
Instead she narrowed her eyes and glared, for all the good it did her.
"Sorry. Something came up today—I might be late."
The moment she spoke into the phone again I drove in hard once more, and she hastily clamped a hand over her mouth. A moan had nearly slipped out.
Maybe from the shock, the soft flesh gripping my cock squeezed tight. That was exactly why I couldn't stop teasing her.
"Yeah. Mm-hm."
Seeing the tips of her ears flush slightly, I rolled my hips while simultaneously cupping one of her full breasts.
"!"
Squeezing her breast drew another flinch and reaction. After keeping a friends-with-benefits arrangement this long, I already knew her weak points inside and out.
"Yeah, okay. Yeah, got it."
Afraid a longer sentence might lead to a slip, her speech had turned clipped and monosyllabic.
I considered moving my hips hard enough to make our flesh slap audibly, but being that blatant about interrupting might make her storm out in anger, so I decided to hold back at this level for now.
But only for a moment. Apparently she couldn't take it anymore either—she suddenly pulled free, shoved me down onto the bed, and climbed on top herself.
Still on the call, she slowly worked her hips as she spoke into the phone again.
"Yeah. I'll call again before I head out. Mm-hm. See you later."
The moment the call ended she tossed the phone carelessly aside and looked down at me.
"You little troublemaker. I told you to keep it moderate."
"Uh... sorry?"
"Hmph."
At my answer that showed not the slightest hint of reflection, she gave a light snort and began moving her hips with practiced skill.
"Hmm."
She had said she started training, and the squeeze really was excellent. Her body had always been springy, but now it felt even more deliciously refined.
That was why a person should never stop self-improvement.
"You're pretty."
"Out of nowhere... what are you talking about."
"Just... you looked pretty, so I said it."
"..."
No reply came, but I felt another firm squeeze around my cock. She seemed to be in a good mood after all.
"Get up."
"Hm?"
"Come on."
I pulled her up and stood her in front of the mirror. Then I sank deep into her again and spoke.
"Look. You're pretty, aren't you?"
"..."
Her face flushed deeper and her breathing quickened. Every time I thrust she trembled faintly.
Still holding her from behind, I sat us both on the edge of the bed. Then, arms wrapped tightly around her body that had somehow grown scorching hot, I drove my hips upward.
"This is... too..."
"Feel good?"
"It does. Hahk!"
We toppled sideways together into a side-lying position. Still holding her tightly, I kept moving my hips, and her breathing grew even more ragged.
"Haah! Hahk! Hahh! Haaah!"
I buried my face in her hair, savoring the unbroken stream of cries, until I felt climax steadily approaching.
I flipped her onto her back and began the final sprint.
"Aah! I—I'm—gonna—come. Come! Comiiing!"
"I'm coming too!"
Almost at the same moment, with no one first or second, we both peaked.
As if someone were wringing my balls dry, semen poured out endlessly. I buried my face in her full breasts and panted for breath; when I finally pushed myself up, she looked up at me with slightly unfocused eyes.
"Beast. What am I supposed to do when you dump this much inside?"
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Hmph."
She shot me a sidelong glance, then rose on shaky legs, took out a morning-after pill, and swallowed it with water.
"You didn't take birth control?"
"I did, but you came so much I figured better safe than sorry."
"..."
"Don't get any weird ideas. There are cases where people just end the whole friends-with-benefits thing over stuff like this."
"Yes, ma'am."
We enjoyed a little afterglow, washed up again, carefully dried our hair, and only then left the motel.
"I'm heading out first. Next time call ahead before you come."
"Got it."
I watched her retreating back until she finally disappeared from sight, then turned away.
Once the scenario ended, I asked her,
"So basically the guy has feelings, but the woman draws the line at physical only. Something like that?"
"Don't overthink it. You enjoyed yourself, so what more do you need to nitpick?"
"Tch."
At any rate, with this a skill for a secondary tank that also possessed support capabilities had been prepared.
That meant the next step was to meet the person Han Sul-ye had recommended—Lim I-jin.
When I stepped through the door she opened, one figure came into view.
Long hair dyed a vivid orange, sunglasses perched on her head. She wore a blue swimsuit with denim shorts pulled on over the lower half.
Judging purely by the outfit, she looked as if she had been summoned straight from a vacation at some southern seaside resort.