Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Special Side Story: Midday's Clear Stream
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The sun blazed fiercely.
Sunlight poured down, warming his hair to just the right degree.
The temperature was pleasantly cool, not hot at all,
making it an especially warm lunchtime with rays filtering through the forest leaves.
"......Let's go."
"Where to now."
"To wash up. You stink."
Baekrin didn't even wait for a reply and took the lead.
Of course, she didn't forget to grab his wrist tight. That damn comrade bond system.
They headed to a valley a short distance from their campsite.
Splash, splash.
Cool water sounds. A pristine stream in the empty forest.
"Strip."
She shed her clothes without hesitation the moment they arrived.
Top, bottom, and even her thin undergarments.
He stripped too, without protest.
They'd seen it all before anyway.
They waded in naked,
scrubbing the salt-crusted grime from their bodies and stomping their clothes clean in the water.
No soap or anything, so
soaking them in the flowing stream and stomping away was the best they could do.
Splash, splash.
"Ugh, damn...... Look at this filth."
Every press of his foot squeezed foul, murky water from between the fibers.
The dark red blood of magical beasts they'd been drenched in, dirt, sweat, and bodily waste from their bodies.
Bloody froth bubbled up instead of white suds,
only to be swept downstream by the current, over and over.
They stopped when the water finally ran clear enough.
"Looks good enough."
"Yeah."
They wrung out the clothes and spread them on a broad rock where the sunlight hit strongest.
The sun-baked stone was nice and toasty.
Good sun, gentle breeze—it'd dry quick.
The problem was until then.
Until they dried, they were stuck naked as the day they were born.
"......"
"......"
An odd silence flowed between them.
Under the stark natural light, Baekrin's nude form was laid bare.
Perfectly pale skin, but healthy, not ghostly.
Water droplets on her collarbone. Taut obliques and abs without an ounce of fat.
And atop them, full breasts rising proudly, tips flushed pink.
A few small scars here and there,
but they didn't look ugly—they gave off a wild, decadent allure.
His gaze instinctively roamed her body,
and Baekrin's eyes locked onto the spot between his legs, where his cock had been standing rigid for a while.
She swept back her wet hair and murmured,
"......Wanna?"
No fool would miss the meaning in that short word, even without context.
"Sure, why not. But with beasts popping out anytime, you sure about this?"
"Then... we stop."
"Heh. You seem pretty desperate."
Well, same here, truth be told.
Last time was in that inn bed, a while back.
"Shut up."
She grabbed his neck and smashed her lips against his.
"Mmph......"
Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing.
Neither of them cared much for mood or buildup anyway,
so even sudden like this, their bodies responded honestly.
"Slurp... Ahm......"
A long kiss, licking and sucking each other's mouths like beasts.
Her hand trailed down his back,
and his naturally gripped her wet ass tight.
The springy flesh filled his palm.
"Haa...... Haa......"
Their lips parted with a sticky thread of saliva.
They'd mixed it up like a blender in there so long, it got viscous.
He held her chin and trailed kisses down her neckline slowly.
Licking her collarbone, then taking a hardened nipple in his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.
"Hnn......"
A low moan escaped Baekrin.
She looked pleased, so as her devoted slave, he served harder.
He kept going lower.
Passed her navel to the dark bush glistening with dew.
"Hold up, sit here."
He sat her on the edge of the rock where clothes were drying.
Whether from the hot rock or her heated body, her inner thighs burned.
She spread her legs, exposing pink folds already slick and shining with arousal.
He buried his face in without hesitation.
"Ngh......!"
His tongue grazed her clit, and her thighs clamped his head.
He cupped her ass with both hands, flattening his tongue to lick up the slit.
Up and down, sometimes pointed to flick the sensitive nub.
"Haa, ngh...... Hey, there...... Ah......!"
Her usual flat voice was gone; she gripped his hair and shook his head.
Twisting her hips in pleasure, clenching and unclenching her toes.
Her honest reactions felt strangely satisfying.
Unprompted, even.
As if "her slave" was branded in his brain somehow.
Seeing her enjoy it, knowing he was turning her on more.
Why it felt so gratifying, he couldn't say.
Did he feel this when she sucked him off?
Anyway. Time to make her cum once.
No stopping the feast he'd started.
Teasing licks weren't his style.
'Might as well show her how it feels to have a tongue inside.'
He gripped her ass firmer, pulling her face-first into him.
And at her dripping entrance... he thrust his tensed tongue in.
"......?! Hey, what......"
She twitched, realizing too late.
Squelch.
He shoved his tongue into the tight hole without pause.
"Hk?!"
A strangled scream from Baekrin.
Warm, slick mucosa wrapping his tongue. The walls squeezed vividly.
Just a tongue felt this tight,
yet she took his cock to the hilt no problem.
Women's bodies were mysterious.
He drove deep, root-deep, like a snake writhing through a tunnel—flexible yet forceful.
"Ah, ngh, n-not...... Weird, there......!"
Her thighs spasmed, clamping his skull.
Nails dug into his scalp, yanking hard. Ow, you bitch.
But he didn't stop.
Flared his tongue inside, tracing every bumpy fold.
How's it feel? Smaller than cock, sure,
but a hot, squishy invader thrashing freely inside.
Slurp, slurrrp.....
Wet sounds echoed off the rocks.
He twisted his head, licking her depths clean.
Pressed his tip hard against the sensitive upper wall, scraping.
"Ah, aaa......! I, I'm......!"
Her back arched, ass lifting off the rock.
Her entrance clenched fiercely around his tongue.
Drip.
Gushing nectar's taste.
Fishy, yet oddly addictive female scent.
He sucked down every drop pooling in his mouth, tonguing relentlessly.
In and out.
Lips sealing her hole, vacuum-sucking.
"Hnnn...... Stop, too much...... Ah, ang!"
Baekrin pushed his shoulders with her feet, then pulled him back, repeating.
Her flailing in ecstasy was hilarious.
After letting her taste his tongue to her fill,
Pop...
He pulled away with tongue deep, flicking off the mucosa with a smack.
Another long string of mixed fluids stretched.
"Haa, haa, haa......"
Now she sprawled on the rock, panting raggedly.
Unfocused eyes, flushed face, trembling legs.
This was past warmup—overheated.
He wiped her juices from his mouth with his hand and stood.
"......Get up."
Time for the main event.
"Wha......?"
She looked up dazed.
Still lost in her climax.
"Can't do bed stuff like this. No lying down."
He kicked the rock she lay on and the uneven gravel below.
Either way, lying down would shred their backs.
"Then......?"
"What else. Standing up."
He slipped hands under her armpits.
Lifted her clean and pressed her against his waist.
"Hk?!"
She panicked, instinctively wrapping arms round his neck, legs around his waist.
This pose: standing carry fuck.
Tiring on arms, but solid hold—stable enough.
Her soft, full breasts squished against his chest,
wet pubes brushing his lower belly vividly.
"Like this?"
"Don't like?"
"......No."
She buried her face in his shoulder, shaking her head. Hot breath tickled his neck.
He aligned his raging hard-on
with the slick entrance his tongue had ravaged.
"Straight in? Felt good for you, but I can't hold back anymore."
"Yeah...... Quick, do it."
At her urging, he thrust up without mercy.
Squelch—!
"Hweek!"
High-pitched cry from Baekrin.
Far firmer and thicker than a tongue, it carved through her tight walls.
Warm, insanely squeezing grip.
Gravity or position made it plunge deeper, kissing her cervix—his own moan slipped out.
"Haa...... Fuck, so tight."
"Shut up...... Move already."
She bit his shoulder, urging again.
But he didn't thrust right away.
"Wait."
Still buried deep,
he stared straight at her face in his arms.
Usually so stoic and cold,
now eyes half-lidded, cheeks rosy.
Lips parted, panting hard,
sweat-matted hair messy on her face......
"......Why not moving."
"Just wanna look at your pretty face a sec. Yeah?"
"......"
"And... your expression's a sight."
Baekrin scowled.
"What......"
"You glare like you wanna kill me usually, but one cock in and you're a bitch in heat."
Before she could retort,
he lunged forward, covering her lips.
"Mmph......!"
Deeper, sloppier than before.
His tongue invaded; hers wrapped around, responding fiercely.
Saliva mixed, breaths escaping through noses.
Now he truly felt connected top and bottom.
Smack, slurp.....
Lips parted; her pupils shook.
Gulp, her throat bobbed hard.
"How's your pussy taste? Just had it."
"......Meh."
"Really? Tasted fine to me."
His gaze dropped to her ample breasts squished flat against him.
"These protesting for attention?"
"When did I......"
"Nipples hard. Ah... but can't use hands."
He flexed his holding arms, lifting her slightly.
Her compressed tits bounced free.
He dipped low, sucking a red peak.
"Hngt......!"
Tongue-rolled the nipple, nipping lightly with teeth.
Each time, her walls clenched his cock hard.
The squeeze below felt so good,
he nearly came without even thrusting properly.
No way.
Plenty of teasing—now instinct time.
He released the nipple.
"Haa...... Moving for real now."
Holding her, standing, he rocked his hips back and forth.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
Flesh slapping lewdly echoed.
Her full weight bore down, but adrenaline made it weightless.
The perfect press amplified pleasure.
Her tits mashed and released against him with each thrust.
Visual feast. Tactile overload everywhere.
Fucking sounds. Her musky scent. Lingering pussy taste in his mouth.
All stimuli bombarded his brain.
"Ah, ngh, nng! Deep, there......!"
"So, hurts good or what? Speak clear."
"Haa, good, harder......"
Baekrin hugged his neck tighter, legs squeezing his waist.
Like she'd devour him whole.
They ravaged each other like killers.
She matched his rhythm, gripping with her pussy, not letting go,
while he braced his soles, pounding beast-like into her depths.
Thwack, thwack, splat!
Intense pistoning swelled his thigh muscles to bursting.
No breaks. Her pussy wouldn't release him,
and he wanted to finish proper now that he'd started.
Then the first climax hit.
"Cumming."
One final deep thrust,
unloading hot seed deep in her womb.
"Uugh......!"
"Haaaa......!"
They trembled together, clinging tight.
Her muscles milked him dry, squeezing out every drop...
Only then did he steady his shaky legs and set her down.
"......Hoo."
"Haa, haa......"
He collapsed too; her legs gave out, both sprawling on the gravel.
Pebbles jabbed asses, but no one cared.
The sun scorched their crowns now,
and their body heat steamed the forest air.
White cum leaked from between her thighs.
In that tough position, he'd lasted till the end—proud of himself.
Proved his stud worth, kinda. That vibe.
"......"
But,
"......Hey."
"......?"
"Point there."
Not enough.
One load wouldn't end it.
"......Again, now?"
"Obviously."
Tiring, sure,
but his cock stood firm.
This wasn't some one-pump chump dick.