Chapter 542: Greenhouse Date (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 542: Greenhouse Date (2)
...Wow, holy shit.
The moment I heard the Tower Lord’s words, pure admiration was all that erupted from my chest.
Honestly, I never imagined she’d actually do it.
I’d only said it because I was swept up in the mood.
Of course, separate from my surprise, my dick was throbbing wildly, as if it were plenty excited.
Squelch—
“Hngh...?!♡”
As I gently rubbed the tip of my glans against her pussy, the Tower Lord’s waist trembled faintly.
Just how turned on was she? Her panties, which had fallen to the floor, were soaked through as if they’d been left in water, all from the love juice dripping from her.
It would be fun to tease her a little longer, but I didn’t have the luxury.
Plunge—!!♡
“Huuugh...?!♡”
Even though I’d only pushed my hips forward slightly, my dick was sucked deep into her pussy.
Ugh...!
An incredible tightness followed.
The combination of her winding vaginal canal and the bumpy ridges of her vaginal walls was like a milking machine designed to squeeze out every last drop of semen.
To think that a woman with a body like this was a virgin who had never so much as held a man’s hand, let alone had sex, for hundreds of years.
It was an irony on par with the Seven Wonders of the World.
I leaned down and grabbed the Tower Lord’s large breasts.
They were about half a cup size larger than Anastasia’s, and the texture was just as good.
“Hoo... I’ll be sure to get you pregnant.”
“N-Not now... Hngh, ugh, ungh!!♡”
Slap, slap!!
I sucked on the Tower Lord’s pale nape and thrust my hips roughly.
This wasn’t the slow, considerate sex of last night. This was a vulgar mating, where only instinct remained.
It seemed this was more to her liking, as her pussy would squeeze and suck at my dick whenever it tried to pull out.
Sluuurp...!♡
I deliberately pulled out until only the very tip of my glans remained inside.
“Haaahhh...♡”
Perhaps because I’d violently scraped her vaginal walls on the way out, the Tower Lord let out a sorrowful moan, her body shivering.
But that was only for a moment. She looked back at me with difficulty, her eyes filled with anxiety.
She seemed to know instinctively what I was about to do.
Too late for that, though.
“N-No...! You can’t do that... Haaagh...?!!!♡”
Plunge—!!!
As I thrust my dick in all at once, as if to crush her cervix, the Tower Lord’s back arched like a bow.
Sploosh, sploosh—!!
The Tower Lord came, gushing her fluids.
At the same time, her pussy clenched with enough force to bite my dick off.
I savored the pressure, pulled out until just the tip remained as I had before, and then began to pound into her roughly again.
Smack, smack, smack!!
“W-Wait, just stop for a momeeent... Huk, euk, ugh?!?!!♡”
“Wow, Lady Valentina, do you know how hard it is to move when your pussy is this tight? It feels like your insides are about to get pulled out. Try to relax a little.”
“How could that possibly be possibllleee...?!!!♡”
“I’m taking off your bra, too.”
Click—
I skillfully undid the hook and slipped my hand inside her knit top, pulling out the large brassiere.
Sniff, haaah...
I buried my nose in the cup, which was clearly marked with sweat, and inhaled.
This is a drug, a holy relic.
The scent of her sweat alone was enough to make my mind go hazy.
Driven by her rich body odor that kept urging me to let go of my reason, I kneaded her swaying breasts with both hands and thrust my hips wildly.
“Hngh, ugh, ugh...!! D-Don’t pinch my nipples... Aagh, ahng, aaang...!!!♡”
“What do you mean, don’t? When your future husband wants something, you should obediently say, ‘Yes, of course,’ and accept it.”
“H-Husband...?!!”
“Am I wrong? We’re having sex like this, and you’re going to bear my child later, aren’t you?”
Squish, squish—!!
I persistently rubbed the area around her cervix, pressing the Tower Lord for an answer.
“The Russian word for husband is ‘Muzh’ (Муж), right? How about you try calling me that?”
“Huk, hngh...!!♡ D-Don’t be ridiculous...!!!”
“Zhena (Жена, wife).”
“?!!”
In that instant, her pussy clenched with incredible force.
Squeeze, squeeze—♡
“I think I’m about to cum. Can’t you just say it once? Zhena?”
“N-Never... Absolutely not... Haaang, aaang, ang!!!♡”
[Using skill, ‘Sex Expert’.]
[Sexual Intercourse Bonus +100%]
Spurt, spuurt—!!
The moment I used the skill, the Tower Lord’s pussy convulsed, and she reached a climax, wetting herself.
After a moment’s thought, I released my own load.
Gush, gush, guuush—
“Ah, aaaah...?!!?!♡”
Twitch, twitch...!!♡
As my thick semen, filled with hot yang energy, poured out as if to fill her entire womb, the Tower Lord’s head dropped and her body trembled delicately.
I gripped her breasts and savored the afterglow of my orgasm.
Breasts truly are invincible. The best.
I never get tired of touching them.
They’re always new and thrilling.
After emptying the very last drop into the Tower Lord’s womb, I whispered softly into her ear.
“That felt good, thanks to you, Zhena.”
“Haa, haa...♡”
Even at my informal tone, the Tower Lord only panted raggedly, giving no reply.
But the moment I called her Zhena, I clearly felt her insides twitch and squeeze my dick tightly.
On top of that, her earlobes had turned an even deeper shade of red.
Cute.
Swallowing a laugh, I slowly pulled out my dick.
*
Shaaaa—
As Valentina’s hand touched the Spirit Tree, a blue aura flowed out from it.
Normally, the tree should have been harmed by the yin energy contained within her magic power, but thanks to Kang Hyun-woo’s semen filling her womb, she was able to dilute it.
The trade-off was that the semen was now dripping down her thighs.
That was why she’d been standing with her legs pressed together like someone who desperately needed the bathroom.
In any case, the Spirit Tree, having absorbed the magic power of Valentina, who carried the strong bloodline of the Spirit King, began to grow so rapidly that the change was visible to the naked eye.
Before long, the immaturely formed Spirit Fruit had ripened beautifully.
...I didn’t think it would be this effective.
Watching from behind, I was simply dumbfounded.
It occurred to me that if we did this right, we might be able to mass-produce Spirit Fruits.
But this kind of accelerated growth wasn’t entirely a good thing.
One wrong move and it could end up shortening the tree’s lifespan.
“You did well.”
I placed a hand on the Tower Lord’s shoulder.
The Tower Lord silently stepped away from the tree, then swatted my hand away as usual.
Grab—
But this time, I pulled her into an embrace instead.
“How about we take this mood back to the bedroom for round two?”
“?!”
Hugging her from behind like a lover, I bit her reddened earlobe with my lips and blew into her ear. A cute sound, “Heek...!” escaped the Tower Lord’s lips.
“N-Not now..!”
“Why not?”
“...I have an urgent appointment this afternoon, so I have to go out for a bit.”
“Hmm...”
The way her eyes darted around, so unlike her usual self, made it obvious to anyone that she was lying.
After a moment of thought, I decided to play along this time.
After all, I had plenty of time until tomorrow morning.
“Well... I’ll believe you.”
As I loosened my arms and stepped back, the Tower Lord quickly escaped my embrace and fled the greenhouse.
I was momentarily stunned by her unexpected action.
I never thought she’d actually run away.
I’m looking forward to tonight.
I let out a small laugh as I looked at the sticky trail of mixed semen and love juice that led all the way outside the greenhouse.
Then, I walked over to the Spirit Tree, which seemed to have grown a little larger than before.
“Mm, it’s ripened well.”
A sweet scent emanated from the Spirit Fruit, which glowed with a fresh, red light.
It would be fine to use it as is, but if it went through a three-day aging process and absorbed more of the Tower Lord’s magic power, I could obtain a Spirit Fruit of a quality several times better than it was now.
“It’s not quite an elixir, I suppose.”
It didn’t increase one’s internal energy or magic power like the core of a spirit beast, but the Spirit Fruit, which could only be harvested from a young Spirit Tree, had one special effect.
The moment one consumed a Spirit Fruit, a powerful purification process would occur within the body.
Of course, the divine power of priests also had the ability to purify evil, but this was of a subtly different nature.
It was closer to the beol-mo-se-su performed by martial arts masters.
Beol-mo-se-su is a grand technique to expel the impure energy accumulated throughout the body and cleanse one’s qi and blood to make the body more suitable for learning martial arts.
And a curse is also a type of impure energy.
Above all, demons and spirits were polar opposites.
It’ll be several times more effective on Anastasia.
For the record, that wasn’t the only use for the Spirit Fruit.
Its powerful purification effect also worked on mental-type magic.
In other words, it was the main ingredient for a potion that could break Melissa’s brainwashing.
When I get back to Korea, I should ask Grandma Hircus if she can make it into a potion.
Marna Hircus was the 1st Grade Alchemist who had created the antidote for Cheon Yeo-hwa.
Rumor had it that you had to wait for months, or even years, for a commission from her, but I had once entered a Gate at her request to save her granddaughter, Lumina.
Considering that, moving me up the waiting list should be a simple matter.
“I guess I’ll train until dinner.”
I lightly stretched my body, then sat in the lotus position beneath the Spirit Tree.
Perhaps because the concentration of magic power was so dense, it seemed easier to focus than usual.
*
Vroooom—
A luxury sedan sped down a quiet road.
As her white hair fluttered in the cool wind blowing through the window, Valentina stepped on the accelerator.
Despite her skillful driving, she didn’t drive often.
At most, once or twice every six months.
That was because flying with magic was much faster than taking a car.
But when her mind was as cluttered as it was today, she preferred to drive. Separate from efficiency, driving was one of her few hobbies.
—A centuries-old married woman’s pussy... P-Please get me pregnant...
Screeeech—!!!!
A memory flashed through her mind, and Valentina reflexively slammed on the brakes.
Because the road was slightly icy, the wheels spun out, sending the car into a spectacular five-rotation spin before it barely stopped in front of the guardrail, but Valentina paid it no mind.
—What do you mean, don’t? When your future husband wants something, you should obediently say, ‘Yes, of course,’ and accept it.
—Am I wrong? We’re having sex like this, and you’re going to bear my child later, aren’t you?
—The Russian word for husband is ‘Muzh’ (Муж), right? How about you try calling me that?
—Zhena (Жена, wife).
—That felt good, thanks to you, Zhena.
Hoooooonk—!!!
Valentina slammed both hands on the horn and pressed her forehead against the steering wheel.
Her face was beet red and her fists were trembling so hard that any police officer would have suspected her of drunk driving.
“Uuuuugh...!!!!!”
Valentina let out a silent scream, messing up her hair.
And then, a shadow approached her vehicle.