Chapter 144
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 144
Chapter Title: Semen Cocktail
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Someone once said it. Dwarves' dexterity is unmatched across the entire continent.
Their senses in other body parts might be duller compared to other races, but in return, the sensitivity in their fingertips is at least five times greater.
And right now, I'm feeling that truth more intensely than anyone else ever could.
'Hngh!'
I grit my teeth to stifle the weird moan trying to escape my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut against the ecstatic sensation threatening to send me to heaven, then force them open wide to track Miranda's hand movements with my gaze.
-Srlk♥
Miranda's fingertips—no, not the shaker—wrap around my cock. She strokes down its surface, and the rough touch of her callused fingers sends a shiver racing up my spine as it glides over the shaft.
-Srlk...
Matching her hand's rhythm, I now run my right hand over the shaker's surface. But I feel none of the telltale metallic texture I'd expect.
[Sensory Transference]
-Swish. Swish♥
The sensations I don't feel get transferred straight to Miranda. She licks her lips faintly, as if savoring the metal in her hand and the liquid sloshing inside, then starts shaking my cock even harder than before.
Her hand shifts slightly. Her face is still buried in the table, yet her hands betray her unrelenting thirst for booze. It's almost impressive.
Her thumb presses down on the shaker's cap—the lid—to keep the contents from spilling out.
Then, she directs that thumb to my cockhead and presses down hard. Just like she's trying to seal in the semen inside.
Her left hand steadies the shaft. She spreads the fingers of her right hand wide, lightly enveloping my entire cock.
-Shak... clack♥... shak... clack♥... squelch..
As Miranda twists her wrist, I shake the shaker in sync.
The sounds of drink and ice mixing inside the shaker mingle with the wet slaps of flesh in her grip, her thumb sticky with my precum.
-Whirl. Swish♥
Miranda pauses her hand's motion but keeps it gripped tight, now snapping just her wrist to stir my cock.
If her strokes were horizontal before, now she rotates her wrist smoothly, swirling it in light circles.
'Alright, time for this...'
To reiterate: the sensations Miranda feels in her hand right now are mine, transferred via [Sensory Transference]. Which means... this is possible.
-Click.
I deliberately loosen the shaker's cap just a bit. A trickle of the unfinished cocktail leaks out from the seam.
[Hallucination Magic]
To prepare for what's coming, I activate [Hallucination Magic]. The more detailed the illusion, the more mana it guzzles, but what I'm doing is simple: making Miranda see my cock—the one she's gripping—as thicker and metallic, like the shaker.
-Drip....
The cocktail trickles down from the open cap onto her hand. I feel nothing since I've transferred all sensation away, but Miranda snaps her head up the instant a drop hits her fingers, like a ghost sensing booze.
Her eyes are bleary from the alcohol. My cock's been giving off a faint booze scent, just as she's been babbling about. And now [Hallucination Magic] has disguised it as the shaker.
-Smooch♥
'Knew it.'
Not wasting a single drop, she darts her hand to her fingers and sucks off the liquid the moment it touches. Of course, that's not booze—it's just my sticky precum.
[Sensory Transference]
Perfectly timed, I block my own sense of taste and transfer it to her. Then I suck a bit of the leaked cocktail from the shaker.
"Eek...♥"
Liking the taste, Miranda grins as she slurps her finger. Energized by the booze—or desperate for more—her hand starts moving faster.
She'd been gently shaking with just her hand and wrist before, but now she's using her whole arm. Is this what they'd call hard shaking?
The friction between her callused palm and my cock intensifies. Her rough, scarred hand—scratchy in spots, with faint burn marks—rakes harshly over my shaft and glans, while the softer patches of flesh tickle me.
-Driiiip..♥
In the midst of this frenzy, my cock swells, ready to unleash its load. I lean in with a slight smile and whisper in Miranda's ear, still out of it.
"Looks ready to drink now, doesn't it?"
"...!!!"
Like she'd been waiting for those words, Miranda roughly tries to yank off the shaker's cap. Of course, there's no cap on my cock—instead, her fingers dig into the groove where shaft meets head, twisting the whole glans.
-Pop!
The moment I remove the real shaker's cap, I whisper once more into her ear.
"It's the last one, so why not just drink it straight?"
"...L-Like thaaat?"
Her tongue slurs heavily, but her face lights up at the idea. She grabs my cock and brings it to her mouth.
'[Physical Technique] and [Flexibility] skills really shine in moments like this...'
I use my feet to nudge nearby objects, angling my cock precisely toward her mouth. The instant her lips touch my glans,
'Gulp!'
I chug the ice-chilled cocktail. Eyes closed, I try to control my skills: [Venom Art] and [Lust Absorption].
[Venom Art]
The skill messages pop up just as Miranda's hot breath tickles my glans. Impatient, she presses her lips to it.
'!!!!!!'
-Spluuurt!♥♥
Right on cue, thick white semen erupts from my cock, sucked straight into Miranda's mouth the moment it leaks out. Like she won't leave a drop behind, her mouth generates ferocious suction—like shoving my dick into a vacuum tube—the pressure driving me insane.
[Sensory Transference]
I swap the hot, soft glans sensation for cold metal. This time, I skip transferring taste and wait for her reaction.
"Gulp. Gulp. Gulp....."
Miranda's throat bobs. Driven by a dwarf's instinct for booze, she works her tongue to suck out every last bit of semen from my urethra, scraping the glans crevices for any remnants of cum and precum before finally pulling away.
"Pwah!"
She exhales like she's just downed a fizzy beer. I swiftly pull my cock from her hand and end [Sensory Transference] and [Sensory Block].
"How was it?"
"...How was it?"
Despite more booze going down, her slurred voice has cleared up noticeably as she replies.
"...The best damn drink ever...♥"
"Nngh..."
Miranda groaned, her head pounding like it might split open as she opened her eyes.
"...What? My room? Why am I..."
Fuzzy memories of last night started trickling back. Winning the festival, celebrating with Ian over drinks, running out of booze at the tavern so they came to the workshop to drink more...
Then Ian introduced her to cocktails to celebrate her win—they were so damn good she lost track after downing at least forty...
And at the end, in her drunken haze, she remembered scraping together the last ingredients for one final, perfect drink...
Clutching her throbbing head, Miranda headed out of her room. The previous night's mess was gone—Ian must have cleaned up. The kitchen, once littered with bottles and cocktail makings, was spotless.
On the counter sat a note that looked like Ian's handwriting and a pot of simple, warm soup.
[Tried cooking and waking you, but you wouldn't budge, so I headed out first. Boiled some hangover soup—eat up. Also, that shaker's addictive, so I'm taking it.]
"Nosy bastard..."
She read Ian's note, ate the soup he made (delicious), then lit the furnace to start her day.
"Let's see... What needs finishing today..."
The festival had piled up orders she'd ignored. She needed to hustle. She'd thank Ian properly later via letter. Miranda picked up her hammer.
-Whoosh! Whoosh!
"...Huh?"
A strange unfamiliarity hit her as she gripped the hammer. How to describe it? It felt more natural, more fitted to her hand than usual...
'...Skill window.'
Sensing something off, Miranda pulled up her skill list to check. She nearly fainted in shock.
"W-W-W-What?!"
[Dexterity lv. 1]
Bonus to all hand-based activities.
The skill she'd coveted so badly was right there in her list, bold as brass.