Chapter 90
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Nursing Care(?)
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-Crash!
"Ian!"
The moment I leaped into the portal, the world flipped upside down, and before I knew it, I was on the 11th floor. Unable to control my momentum from the jump, I tumbled awkwardly across the floor, and Hiss's voice rang in my ears.
[Limit Break] has ended.
"Gaaahhh!"
"Kyaa! Are you okay, Ian?"
Right as [Limit Break] ended, blood erupted from my body, accompanied by excruciating pain. Hiss, who had been pouring holy water on my blackened leg, startled and limped toward me.
"Urgh..."
I barely clung to consciousness as Hiss hurriedly poured the remaining half-bottle of potion into my mouth. Even in my dazed state, I sensed it was my lifeline and managed to swallow without spitting it out. My mana was depleted, so I couldn't even cast [Sensory Block] on myself, reduced to groaning in agony.
Your recovery ability has grown after countless regenerations. [Regeneration] skill level has risen to 5. Recovery speed increases further, and it can now heal physical defects.
You endured a curse filled with dreadful death energy. [Curse Resistance] skill level has risen to 4.
You overcame unknown mental interference. [Mental Fortification] skill level has risen to 5. You can now resist effects that influence the mind more effectively.
The system messages blocked my vision, but I couldn't even read them properly, writhing in pain.
"Eugh!!"
Hiss limped on her unresponsive leg, forcing it to move as she shouldered me and dragged us away from the portal. The Tesca party, who had gone through first, had fled farther out of sight, so with gritted teeth, Hiss supported me and escaped the area.
Even so, their battered states made fully escaping impossible. Hiss used her [Scouting] skill to survey the terrain, found a small clearing free of monsters, and somehow hauled me there.
Even then, she kept activating [Scouting] and [Detection] skills, and fortunately, no undead presence was felt.
Finally reaching the clearing, Hiss scattered powder to ward off monsters, pitched a tent, and laid me inside.
"Cough... hack..."
She limped into the tent herself and checked my condition. My wounds were healing at superhuman speed, but she noticed the regeneration slowing down.
She frantically rummaged through her bags for more potions, but they'd all been used in the intense battle—only empty bottles remained. Holy water was gone too. She even checked my bags just in case, but nothing came out of the pockets I'd pulled items from during the fight.
'...No way, owner imprint?'
Failing to find potions, Hiss continued tending to me.
The benefactor who, in that desperate moment on the 12th floor, tossed her through the portal and saved her life.
Feeling gratitude, she ignored the pain from her blackened leg and kept nursing me.
With potions gone, she'd have to resort to primitive methods.
Hiss grunted as she stripped off my armor. It was dented everywhere, stabbing into my body, so she undid the straps connecting the plates and peeled it away from my skin.
Then she pried the sword from my hand, which had gripped it until the very end.
'...Incredible.'
Amazed by my tenacity in not letting go even while passing out, Hiss removed my blood-soaked clothes.
A twinge of embarrassment at seeing a man's body, but right now, prioritizing my wounds came first.
She peeled off the clothes stuck to my skin with blood and grime. Then soaked a small cloth in water and wiped my wounds.
"Groan..."
I let out a pained groan, but she didn't stop. Without potions, infection could worsen wounds irreversibly.
She cleaned off blood and filth, trickled some water from a magic tool into my mouth, and bandaged the wiped wounds.
In a world with potions, most adventurers didn't carry bandages, but Hiss, from her forest days, always had some herbs and bandages.
With skilled hands, she bandaged my wounds, her gaze turning to my pants.
'This area... he said not to look or touch recklessly.'
A brief hesitation, but checking wounds took priority, so she pulled down my pants and underwear together.
-Boing.
"...Huh?"
Something massive sprang free, smacking her nose.
Hiss stared at my cock with a flustered expression.
"Uh... so this is a... male organ?"
Back in her tribe, her mother had given basic sex ed, so she knew the bare minimum about penises. But seeing one in person for the first time left her flustered.
'Mom said it's something you put down there...?'
Is this really it? It's too big. No way something like this could fit inside her... It looks kinda like what Mom described...
Flustered but refocusing, Hiss averted her eyes from my cock, cleaned the remaining leg wounds, and bandaged them.
Now only my cock remained, which she'd ignored earlier.
"...Is it okay?"
It twitched on its own, veins pulsing upward. The tip was bright red, like it might spurt blood any second.
Having already washed the rest of my body, she figured this needed cleaning too. She soaked the cloth again and pressed it to my cock.
-Twitch! Twitch!
"Kyaa!"
The moment her hand touched it, it squirmed wildly, making her yelp and pull away instinctively.
As it calmed, she cautiously touched it again.
-Throb... throb...
'Feels like a heartbeat...'
Finding the small pulsing sensation in her hand intriguing, Hiss soon composed herself and diligently rubbed my cock with the wet cloth.
-Stroke♥ Stroke♥
She gripped the long, rod-like shaft and stroked up and down, wiping away sweat and blood that had trickled down.
Wrapping cloth around her fingers, she meticulously cleaned the glans and foreskin gap. Leaning in close, she caught the scent wafting from my cock.
"Smells... familiar somehow...?"
Not just vaguely, but recently familiar. Curious, she brought her face closer to sniff.
Slight sweat... musky flesh scent... pheromones... faint blood... and mixed in, something sweet yet seafood-like that whetted her appetite.
"Sniff... sniff..."
-Stroke♥ Stroke♥
The scent intensified with each stroke, drawing her in unwittingly. She buried her face near my cock, speeding up her hand.
-Stroke♥Stroke♥Stroke♥Stroke♥
-Twitch. Twitch.
As her strokes quickened, my cock throbbed again. Lacking knowledge, she thought it was just reacting like before and leaned in closer without suspicion.
-Spurt! Splurt♥
"Nyaa?!"
Without warning (there was one), white fluid erupted from the tip, hitting her face. Panicking, she shrieked and recoiled, but the sticky semen clung to her cheeks, dripping slowly.
"Wh-what do I do?"
Why'd this come out? She was just wiping the outside (no she wasn't)... Is it hurt?
She checked urgently; after spurting, my cock seemed less rigid, softer to the touch.
Watching, she saw it shrink slightly from before.
Still huge, but definitely smaller than initially.
"...I get it!"
It hurt! It looked so red and swollen—must've been inflamed badly. Rubbing extracted whatever caused it, reducing the swelling.
'Probably its normal size is smaller.'
She recalled Mom saying: insert penis into vagina, ejaculate semen, woman gets pregnant. But mine was too big beforehand.
Must've been smaller originally, then swelled grotesquely.
She examined the fluid.
"What is this?"p>
Semen...? But no—her pregnant sister said semen is sticky and fishy. (That sister got yelled at by Mom for some reason...)
Plus, she hadn't inserted it anywhere. No way it'd produce semen. (Though how her sister knew the taste remains a mystery...)
She wiped the suspicious fluid from her face. Familiar scent, but possibly toxic, so she cleaned it thoroughly. [Poison Detection] showed nothing... Kinda like the massage oil she applied to Lena last time? Whiter, stronger smell, but tasty-seeming...
"...Hah?!"
Nearly tasting it instinctively, Hiss shook her head and wiped it with the cloth. Eating bodily fluids? What was she thinking?
Worried she'd hurt me, she checked my face and condition.
".......Ah...."
Unlike the agonized expression before, I looked pleasantly relaxed. My complexion had improved too (thanks to [Regeneration]).
Seeing this, Hiss steeled herself and gripped my cock again.
'This method seems right.'
With clumsy motions, she stroked the still-swollen shaft up and down like before. Hoping her actions weren't wrong.
The process ended only after extracting three more loads of suspicious fluid, confirming my cock returned to normal(?).
