Chapter 120
Chapter 120
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: Floating Island Siege Battle
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"......"
Slurp slurp.
His tongue met her soft underarm, playing a symphony of wet sounds.
Every time he teased it, the principal's body twitched and jerked in a way that was endlessly entertaining.
"Mm..."
Was it ticklish? Or was she feeling pleasure?
A thin sound leaked from her small mouth—something like a whine, or perhaps a moan.
When he spread his tongue wide and licked slowly from the side of her chest up to her underarm, her trembling intensified.
"Mmm..."
Unable to endure the bizarre sensation any longer, her posture shifted.
It was just her arm dropping down, but that changed the shape of her underarm.
When it came to underarms, it had to be the folds, right?
Those deep creases were so clean and erotic.
Damn, it was good.
The wrinkles changed depending on the angle of her arm, shifting the arousal right along with them.
He extended his tongue toward the newly formed creases and lapped them up greedily.
Slurp slurp.
Delicious.
Honestly, he'd expected something salty or sour.
But it was like licking sweet dairy.
Visually and taste-wise satisfying, his tongue had no intention of stopping.
Getting turned on?
This was a sacred medical procedure, a means to save the Floating Island.
Outside, there was chaos with Almiraz this and Demon King that—how could he get horny in a situation like this?
He wasn't some pervert who put his desires first; this was purely to awaken the Floating Island's core.
"......"
Stiff.
Feeling the weird sensation down below, he smacked it down with a spirited hah!
...Fucking pointless.
Shuddering as he stifled the pain, he used RyuNar to block the blood flow.
Big deal?
This was only possible because he was a genius at manipulation and empathy.
He wasn't sure about genius level exactly, but he knew he was pretty high up there.
Anyway, time to resume the medical procedure.
Every lick hammered satisfaction straight into his brain.
Underarms were such a mysterious body part.
For a guy, they'd just be disgustingly filthy, but on a pretty woman, they rivaled the breasts in sex appeal.
He'd licked Repelt's or Nila's before, but back then it was either tasteless or soapy right before sex since they'd washed up.
Repelt had even spouted nonsense about not meeting if he was dating someone because she didn't want to make things hard for him—he'd pretty much forced her then, and it was a bit sour only at first, but even that quickly turned tasteless.
Taste evaluation...
Come to think of it, maybe he was a sommelier.
An underarm sommelier.
Yeah, before it was medical, he was just evaluating the flavor.
"Lick lick slurp."
"Mmm..."
At first, it felt like she was just trembling from the tickling, but he could sense her reactions changing bit by bit.
He pulled his mouth away and looked down at the principal's face anew.
Black hair close to brown, tied in twin tails.
A cute, petite, adorable face.
A childlike build, yet unexpectedly plump in certain spots here and there.
She was a beautiful girl now, but she had the look of a child who would grow into a top-tier beauty later—yet her actual age easily surpassed his by dozens of times, and her power was immense enough to warp the entire Floating Island. The gap was arousing.
Seeing such an amazing person squirming under his tongue gave him a strange sense of conquest.
Did he have these base urges?
He needed to reflect on that.
But that was that, and underarms were underarms.
He slightly lifted her body and hugged her from behind.
A milky scent wafted from her small frame.
It was a calming smell.
He enjoyed the soft texture of her body like it was a pet for a while.
Moments later, he raised her arm and resumed the slurp slurp slurp slurp.
Slurp slurp slurp.
"......"
The principal's breathing gradually quickened, and heat began to radiate from her body.
Was she about to wake up soon?
Maybe he should stop?
Even as he thought that, he kept licking every nook and cranny of her underarm, noticing the taste change.
Sweetness mixed with a slight saltiness... sweat.
The combination created a strange flavor... honestly, an incredibly arousing one. Unable to hold back, he opened his mouth wide and bit into her underarm.
"Suuuuck! Smooch! Smack smack. Sluuuurp!"
Sucking it like a chupa chups, her satisfying aroma and texture filled his mouth.
The soft flesh couldn't resist the suction, deforming as it pushed into his mouth—the sensation was pure bliss.
"Hnnng...!"
?
That definitely sounded like a moan.
Was she awake...?
Nah. If she was, she'd be screaming, "What the hell is this, you pervert lolicon criminal bastard?!" and blasting him with magic.
Of course, he wasn't a lolicon or a criminal.
Anyway, his task hadn't changed.
Bring pleasure to this small body and awaken the principal's consciousness!
This was his mission now!
"Smooch smooch. Suuuuck slurp slurp."
"Ha-ut. Ut... nnng..."
Oh? Still not waking up?
Compared to her small frame, her thighs were plump and chubby. He kneaded them with his free hand. Soft and squishy.
Her pussy... he stopped himself from touching it.
Touching that wouldn't be medical, right?
"Ah. Uh, ahn♡"
"Suuuck. Suuuuck."
He moved his hand up, groping not just her thighs but up to her chest.
The principal writhed under him.
It was like she was instinctively trying to press her lower abdomen or chest against his hand.
What was that? Instinctive movement?
Even checking with his senses, she didn't seem fully conscious.
Honestly, enough time had passed that she could wake up any second.
.....
Huh. How much time had passed, anyway?
Realizing that, he suddenly felt a chill.
He'd come here first because even subduing Almiraz right now wouldn't change much if he didn't achieve his goal here—wait, no, he hadn't forgotten, just momentarily.
Please wake up, Principal.
We have to save Asita, Mayal, and the others.
Even as he thought that, inhaling the lewd female scent mixed with his saliva—fresh from meticulous daily brushing—and his male musk made him forget his original purpose again.
"Smooch. Smoooch."
"Ha-ng. Ng! Nnng!"
Still not waking? Even like this?
Now he was getting competitive.
He sat up straight, placed her on his lap, and positioned her arm over his face.
Then, just tilting his head, he relentlessly bit and sucked the underarm above him.
"Smooch. Smoooch. Smooch. Chuuuuck!"
"Ah-u, ah, ah♡"
Should he suck the other side too...? As he pulled his face away thinking that, an ah... of regretful moan escaped her.
Subtly, her lower abdomen seemed to be grinding ever so slightly against his crotch... but it was so faint he couldn't tell if she was doing it consciously or in her sleep.
If she really was awake... did that mean she was enjoying this? In this situation?
He hated to think it, but from her perspective, wasn't this basically rape...?
...Rape.
That thought suddenly brought a sense of crisis.
For him, it wasn't sexual at all—he was ready to apologize profusely and take whatever beating came if she woke up—but how she saw it was unknown.
No good. Playtime's over.
Time to get serious.
He grabbed her perky breasts. Ah...? A moan mixed with anticipation leaked out.
One hand gently caressed her underarm while he bit down on that cute chest over her clothes.
The scant fabric barely covering her breasts felt just like real skin, whatever it was made of.
Inhaling her milky scent, he took a deep breath and sucked hard.
"Chuuuuck."
"Ah, ahhhhhaaah?!♡"
Her body trembled dangerously before suddenly stiffening in convulsions.
Was it an illusion? Her black-brown hair turned a vivid blue.
Squiiiirt♡♡.
A hot gush accompanied the feeling of hot liquid soaking his pants from below: splash, squiiiish.
Shaking from the insanely arousing sensation, he released her chest and licked her underarm with his tongue...
"Kyaa? Ah-u. Aah..."
...Huh?
Her eyes were open?
Wide-open eyes glistened with ecstasy.
And right now.
Their eyes met.
Silence.
"...You're awake?"
"......"
"......"
"......"
"......?"
"......You bastard!"
Bam!
He was hurled into the wall and rolled across the floor.
He could have blocked it, but since he'd been in the wrong no matter the intent, he didn't resist.
Standing up, he saw the principal's hair had returned to its original color.
"W-what the hell were you doing, you pervert?!"
"......"
Unlike her usual childish speech, it was formal and businesslike.
Before, it had felt like acting or exaggeration, but now her panic was obvious—even her anger came off as cuter.
"Instructor Dre. I never pegged you for... a powerless adult woman, giving in to your lusts and...!!"
"Adult woman...?"
"...Why are you objecting to 'adult' right now? Want me to check?"
"My apologies."
"...Sniff sniff."
The principal sniffed the spots he'd sucked, then grimaced with a growl.
Her face flushed deep red, steam practically rising from her head as she shrieked.
"It reeks of your saliva! What are you gonna do about it?!"
"Uh... I swear I brush meticulously every day, for real?"
"Y-yeah! Whatever! What are you gonna do?!"
What else? Beg for forgiveness.
"Couldn't you forgive me? It was the only way to wake you, Principal."
"N-no... There had to be other ways!"
"I could have woken you roughly, but that would've been rude."
"This is more rude, you pervert! Next time, just punch me awake! Not that there'll be a next time!"
Yelling like a chick, the principal grabbed a large hat from a nearby table and plopped it on her head.
"Haa, haaa... What humiliation—is this the first time in centuries...? No, my first groping ever...?"
Centuries?
Hmm... Older than he thought?
"...Just had another rude thought, didn't you, Instructor Dre, you jerk?"
"No."
"Ugh... Hoo. We'll discuss this later."
Later??
So she wasn't forgiving him?
Was he getting fired from his instructor position?
He could hole up in some dungeon if needed, but not seeing this cute principal anymore would suck.
Still, time to make excuses.
"Believe me. It was purely medical."
"Where?!"
"Proof: I never got hard."
Saying it seriously, she went haa? tilting her head, glanced at his crotch, and her eyes glowed blue.
Probably scanning... Moments later, she glared at him with dissatisfied eyes.
"Why? Not to brag, but I think I'm pretty cute with a body that could satisfy any man... Unless you have zero libido, physical contact should cause some erection as a physiological response... Ah, don't get the wrong idea. It's not like I'm offended you don't see me as a woman or anything; I was just curious, and I get that you did it for the island and its people, and... uh... "
The principal mumbled something.
Something about "this time too..."?
What did that mean?
Anyway, too chatty in an emergency.
Dragging it out would make things worse, so he cut her off.
"I don't get aroused by kids."
Twitch.
The principal's gaze slowly rose.
This was... killing intent.
Scary.
He'd clearly messed up big with his mouth.
Change the subject quick.
"Principal. Let's discuss the current situation over my punishment. Almiraz has seized control of the Floating Island and is warping its form. I don't know his goal. Plus, the Demon King of the First Purgatory has descended—as a golem the size of a tenth of the island. Pure danger-wise, that's..."
"Obviously Almiraz is the bigger threat. Idiot."
"......"
Her anger was so personal.
She shot back in a sulky tone, sighed, and summoned mana to draw a magic circle in the air.
Images of the Floating Island's sectors played within it.
"What’s that?"
"Seeing what happened while I was out."
"Oho..."
Getting right to work upon waking.
Competent people were cool.
"We need to gauge Almiraz's power too. Knowing about that item... Wherever he got it, he's come fully prepared—far more dangerous than we imagined. We need to prepare thoroughly."
That item...
The one the hero from his past life mentioned?
"Now that you're awake, can't you just reclaim the island's authority?"
"...No idea where you heard I'm the top authority here. Curious, but later."
Felt like he'd have a lot to answer for later.
"Ow... so sticky..."
The principal rubbed her left shoulder, mumbling discontentedly.
Despite the grumpy tone, her cheeks were still red, but her displeasure was clear, so he hurriedly approached and caressed her shoulder, underarm, and chest with his hand.
"Kyaaaa?!"
"?"
"IAXI!!"
Bam!
Blasted into the wall again, he landed in a doggy crawl and dumbly turned his head.
"What are you doing, you pervert?!"
"You seemed uncomfortable, so I was gonna clean it..."
"Do you have no common sense?!"
"......"
He heard that a lot.
"Touch me again, and I'll kill you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Grumbling with a beet-red face, she was cute.
Even if way older than him.
"Another super rude thought just now?"
"No?"
"...Fine, whatever."
The images flowed like a rapid river.
She was processing that speed? Impressive.
"To answer your question: to reclaim authority, we need to take or destroy whatever item Almiraz has."
As expected. Had to be the rosary the hero mentioned.
"The authority is still mine, but his command over me overrides my will. Now that I'm conscious, he can't take more, but what's already gone is irretrievable."
"Hmm."
She'd stopped it from worsening, but things were already a mess.
"I searched if your freakish swordsmanship could do anything... No dice right now."
"Yeah. With the RyuNar I've infused, I can protect minds from that override command, but nothing more."
The principal looked at him.
Her eyes held surprise and a hint of trust, unlike before.
"Shame. Wanna research your insane empathy ability together later?"
"Huh? You're helping?"
"If it's worth it. Later... The situation now: he's using the RyuNar embedded in the island to suppress our proud faculty. Glquong, Mullin, Brud are biding their time, but..."
The principal furrowed her brow, head hurting.
"The forces suppressing me are free, so Almiraz has more power at his disposal. This is bad... Even the island's power alone..."
Sorry to interrupt her muttering thoughts, but his eyes were glued to one of the images she'd recalled.
Almiraz was fighting a horde of Murders.
"......"
Fast. Strong.
And above all, this guy...
"Guess it's ambush only... Or regrettably, we may need to destroy the island ourselves. I'll need your destruction attribute, Instructor Dre."
"......"
"Instructor Dre...?"
Still silent, he felt her look up at him with a dissatisfied face.
He turned to her, choosing his words carefully.
"Principal."
"Yes?"
Calling her seriously, she answered with a puzzled look, and he said,
"Could you leave Almiraz to me?"
His chest burned with longing as he spoke.
His heart pounded hard for the first time in ages.
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Dre had fallen.
Because of that black monster that appeared out of nowhere.
Would he survive?
From this height? Unlike the others, he didn't seem to have any floating magic tool.
Tears welled up.
'We haven't even made up yet.'
Snapping out of her daze, she became aware of the dagger in her bosom and glared far off at Almiraz.
For the first time in her life, Asita harbored it.
Killing intent toward a human.