Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Dwarves Have Dull Senses (3)
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Am I giving in to rage right now? Or am I just moving because of lust and making excuses for it?
Who cares. What would I even gain from taking it out on Miranda in some other way? Am I going to unload a torrent of abuse on her, or maybe even hit her? Either way, acting on a momentary impulse like that carries way too much risk, and there's nothing to gain from it.
What about toying with Miranda's body instead? That's just as risky, if not more so. If she catches on, my life is over. But there is something to gain.
First off, I can rack up experience points with the [Lust Absorption] skill. She's been treating me like a total newbie this whole time, ignoring me completely. So using that very object of her disdain to grow stronger through [Lust Absorption]—wouldn't that be the perfect way to vent this anger?
Second, it's the simple thrill of freely groping this insanely hot body.
Ever since I first met her, Miranda's acted like she doesn't give a damn how her outfit looks to others, exposing all that skin and not even bothering to change out of her sweat-soaked clothes before dealing with customers. Do you have any idea how torturous it is to be on the receiving end of that view?
The last time we met, her father Gram was right there in front of us, so I'd had to struggle to keep my eyes anywhere else.
But now?
I'm kneading Miranda's ass while feasting my eyes on her body to my heart's content. She's not standing by the forge right now, but whether it's from the focus of her engraving work draining her stamina, or just her naturally sweaty constitution, beads of sweat glisten all over her skin.
I pull my hands away from her ass, watching a tiny droplet trickle down from the nape of her neck. My fingers follow its path—starting at her nape, tracing over her collarbone, lingering in her cleavage, then delving into the soft flesh inside her breast.
I savor the texture exactly along that sweaty trail.
That sensation peaks especially when my fingers push mercilessly past the thin fabric into the bare skin of her breast. Who could've guessed that the chest of this steel-willed woman, who'd been swinging a hammer in front of roaring flames just moments ago, could be this soft?
I don't stop there, guiding my hand toward the peak. Amid the yielding softness, a slightly rougher texture slips in. Tracing it leads me to the nub rising proudly in the center—her nipple.
I toy with the nipple under my fingers for a moment, then pinch it suddenly. Not as hard as when she pinched me earlier, but enough to stretch it out, tugging it slightly in my grip.
"The lion emblem gets more gold added... the handle in elfwood..."
Completely oblivious to the fact that the nipple she'd been ignoring until now is being toyed with and tugged by the man she dismissed, Miranda mutters to herself about her work, swinging the engraving tool as she envisions her creation.
If I could have my way, I'd love to suck on that plump pink fruit with my mouth. But in her current seated position at the workbench, the angle's no good. And even if it were, I have no intention of entering her field of vision.
Regretfully, I give her nipple one last firm tug before readjusting her clothes to something like their original state.
And that's it? Hell no.
Next, my gaze shifts to the plump ass that's jutting out assertively even while she's sitting in the chair, proudly asserting its presence.
At a glance, Miranda doesn't look mixed-race dwarf at all. She's a bit petite, sure, but her build is just barely convincing as that of an adult woman—firm muscles that are toned but not bulky like a full dwarf's. I don't know about female dwarves, but at least she doesn't have a beard like the males.
No beard, and from what I just felt, her skin is baby-smooth without a single hair anywhere. It rivals the silky texture of Alensia's skin from last night's massage. I hadn't expected even her armpits to be that smooth—sweatier than other spots, sure, but just as sleek.
Anyway, there's one distinctly non-human feature about Miranda's body that sets her apart from a regular human woman: her ass.
The first time I saw her, the anvil was in the way, and Gram was right beside her, so I couldn't get a proper look. All I knew back then was that it seemed pretty big. But now that I'm seeing it clearly, it's way beyond that.
Her lower body is thicker overall compared to her upper body, especially with those hips and that ass line protruding so dramatically. I hate to say it about a guy, but Gram had the same trait—thicker lower body relative to his torso—and you can see it clearly in Miranda too if you look closely.
Every time she swung the hammer or bent over to sharpen a blade on the grindstone earlier, that jiggling ass kept tempting me. Unable to resist, I'd groped it first as an appetizer, then fully savored her breasts.
Now for the main course.
I lower myself to eye level with Miranda's ass as she sits in the chair. Her upper body is hunched forward from the engraving, her spine curving along her back, revealing a hint of her ass crack peeking through her shorts.
I want to ravage that ass freely, but the chair she's on is in the way. Hmm, what to do?
As I rack my brain, my eyes catch a low, wide, flat stool in one corner of the workshop. An idea sparks—I grab it and test the height adjustment.
Timing is everything. I position the stool as close as possible to Miranda's chair and wait for the right moment.
"The shield gets the Bullet Turtle Guild emblem..."
'Now!'
To inlay the large shield laid out on the workbench, Miranda stretches her arm far out, briefly lifting her ass off the chair and leaning forward.
Seizing the moment, I swiftly swap her chair with the one I've prepared. Since the heights differ, she'd notice if she sat back down as is.
So I sit on the swapped stool myself. I've meticulously adjusted it so that my thighs, while seated, match the height of her original chair.
The switch complete, Miranda settles right back into her previous position. Only this time, it's onto my thighs.
Flat stool swapped for my thighs. Hard backrest replaced by my body welcoming her. But thanks to her focus on the work, her naturally dull senses as a dwarf that can't distinguish cushy from rigid seats, and my [Sensory Block] skill blocking out the warmth and texture she feels...
All those factors combine perfectly, and Miranda continues her work without the slightest hesitation, perfectly calm.
And so, with Miranda planted firmly on my lap, I revel in the now-comfortable position and the direct sensations, savoring the moment.
Her ass shifts slightly as she adjusts her posture, brushing against my cock over and over. Meanwhile, my hands grip her hips, quietly loosening the drawstring of her shorts as stealthily as possible.
Once the string is undone, my hand slips straight inside, toward the depths.
The first sensation? Scorching heat.
Trapped inside her shorts from the demanding work, her body heat builds up. Even on my thighs, a bit of sweat seeps out, leaving her crotch sticky and sweltering.
I ignore it and press my fingers forward. A slightly coarse texture brushes against them. Like she's shaved her pubic hair... Her armpits were hairless too, but apparently she lets this grow.
Beyond the wiry feel comes plump, fleshy labia. With index and middle fingers, I part the slightly wrinkled pair. I can't strip her shorts off completely, so it's all by touch alone as I explore her pussy.
Spreading the lips, I lightly stroke the slit between with my ring finger. I feel a subtle hole and, at the end, a pea-like nub snagging my fingertip.
This must be the clitoris.
I vaguely recall hearing it's the most sensitive spot on a human body. The skill might break if I mess with it, so better to avoid for now.
Relying solely on my fingertips' senses, I probe her pussy more. Teasing lightly with my ring finger, I bring the tip to her vaginal entrance.
-*Squeeze*
'!!!'
The moment I lightly stimulate her entrance, her pussy contracts, clamping down on my finger. Did the [Sensory Block] break?
"........."
But Miranda's expression remains unchanged, utterly serious. She's meticulously engraving tiny letters on what looks like a bracelet accessory, wielding her tool with precise movements and no sign of disturbance.
-*Squelch, squish♥*
Contrary to her stoic face, her pussy twitches faintly, repeatedly trying to suck my finger deeper inside.
Resisting the pull, I ease my finger back slightly, only for her vaginal muscles to contract again, slurping it back in.
-*Schlick, schlick♥*
The oddly addictive sensation draws me in—I repeat the in-and-out motion a few times. At first, there's just a hint of moisture on my finger, then beads forming, until it's unmistakably slick.
Her pussy clenches and releases around my thrusting finger, and with each repetition, the tremors at my fingertip intensify.
Damn. I want to make her cum like this. But pushing her to climax now would definitely exceed [Sensory Block]'s limits.
Do I really have to stop?
It's incredibly disappointing, but I need to regain my senses. Instinct tells me a few more strokes and her pussy will tip over the edge. Even if her brain hasn't registered my groping of her breasts and ass earlier, her body clearly has. She wouldn't normally reach orgasm this fast.
Regrettable, but I have to stop. I have to...
[Lust Absorption Lv.1] skill effect: Experience points acquired.
[Sensory Block] skill level increased to 4. Sensory intensity, range, and duration that can be blocked have increased.
You can now distinguish between blockable sensory levels and unblockable ones.
"........."
-*...Schlick♥*
As if shoving me onward, I see the system message and, entranced, resume moving my paused finger.
As though scolding me for the brief pause, her pussy responds eagerly, twitching even more violently at my finger's motion.
I lightly scrape the vaginal walls with my fingertip. Unlike before, her pussy reacts fiercely, and soon her entire crotch quivers.
-*Squirt♥ Squirrt♥*
Feeling the light tremors, I withdraw my hand—now trailing a thin string of viscous fluid.
Matching Miranda's ongoing movements, I swap the chairs back to their original positions. Then, with my pussy-soaked hand, I stroke my cock, while my other hand sneaks her cup from the table.
-*Spurt! Splurt♥*
Right there. I ejaculate.
I shoot load after load into the cup before setting it back exactly where it was. Still sweating profusely as ever, Miranda reaches out with one hand, grabs the cup without glancing at its contents—eyes fixed on her work—and brings it straight to her lips, gulping it down.
-*Gulp. Gulp.*