Chapter 46

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 46

Chapter Title: Assassin Family Raven (4)

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Terry Crow's fully exposed body was covered in numerous small cuts.

Both the Raven Family and the Crow Family taught basic combat techniques, with those who fell short of combat agent qualifications shifting to intelligence roles.

Perhaps it could be said that Raven Family intelligence agents compiled information, while Crow Family agents gathered it directly from the field.

They still worked on the front lines, but that meant fewer opportunities to cross paths.

If they ended up with a child while attending at night, they'd return to the family with it. Otherwise, they'd tuck today's memories away in their heart as fuel to endure the future.

With her naked body revealed, Terry Crow slowly approached me and lifted my top.

"Master Sian, you have quite a few wounds yourself."

As she said that, she gently stroked my body with her hand.

I'd checked when changing clothes earlier or showering, but sure enough, there were plenty of minor slashes and puncture wounds across my body.

These were injuries sustained before mastering Shadow Armor, the final precursor stage to Shadow Mastery.

Given that I'd been acquiring them in reverse order, it seemed like the next ability to unlock—and it was an incredibly useful technique.

'Once Yoo Sian can use this, he'll need weapons and armor far less.'

I gave a wry smile, thinking of the expensive armor I'd left with Mr. Torres ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for repairs before the possession.

"Then I'll remove your bottoms now."

"Go ahead."

I slowly stood, and Terry Crow slid off my pants, then my underwear.

Standing there completely nude, I watched as Terry Crow fidgeted restlessly.

"Is this your first time attending at night?"

"P-Pardon? Yes. This village isn't a strategic hub, so no combat agents ever pass through..."

"You have the knowledge, but no practical experience?"

"Yes."

Terry Crow was slowly realizing what she was about to do, her mind reeling.

As Yoo ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Sian, I'd only done this once; the previous host Lee Sian also just once. But this body, Sian Raven's, had plenty of experience.

There were more people in the branch families who resented pouring affection into the main house than I'd thought, so he'd taken quite a few first-timers.

I decided to just follow Sian Raven's memories.

For starters, an easy way to grasp the differences between man and woman.

"Hold out your hand."

"Yes!"

Our hands clasped—mine markedly larger.

The calluses that had built up on my hands from using Shadow Craft had lessened considerably, but training beforehand had left them large and rough, a man's hands.

Hers had softened from focusing on intel work over physical activity, a woman's hands.

We were both stark naked, yet just holding hands let us feel each other's differences.

"That's the difference between man and woman."

"I see... It's so stark."

I squeezed and released lightly, letting her feel the difference in strength, then let go.

"Ah..."

Moving past her faint disappointment, I drew her into a full-body embrace next.

"Eek!"

Terry Crow let out an adorable hiccup, flustered in my arms.

She'd already felt the gulf from just holding hands, and our bodies were utterly different.

With my rough man's hands, I began stroking down from her neck along her spine.

As my hand reached her soft buttocks, she rose onto her tiptoes.

Her head shot up suddenly toward my chin, but I tilted back just in time to dodge.

I bent my body slightly, sliding my hand past her buttocks to her thighs.

"Haa... Hnngh..."

That didn't seem to faze her.

With me leaning down and her on tiptoes, our faces were too close—steam practically rose from Terry Crow's head.

First experience, so first kiss too?

Deciding to take everything, I lightly pressed my lips to hers.

"This your first time for this too?"

"Yes... I didn't expect you'd even kiss me. Thank you..."

If it were just to sate lust, no need for emotional exchange like this.

It was like glimpsing what her seniors had told her during training.

I straightened up, giving her buttocks a light squeeze as I drew her toward the bed.

Enchanted, she lay back on the bed, covering her breasts with her hands and pressing her legs together to hide her privates from my gaze.

"Did they tell you to hide your body during night service?"

"No, they didn't."

She squeezed her eyes shut, lowered her arms from her breasts, and spread her legs.

Her lithe frame bore modestly small breasts with perky pink nipples, and her pubic hair—neatly groomed for night duties—was light and sparse. All to my liking.

I leaned over her and placed a hand on her breast.

"Eep?"

"Feels different from when you touch yourself."

My rough hand ravaged her soft skin.

They said women with smaller breasts were more sensitive, and Terry Crow fit the bill.

I wasn't kneading hard—just cupping her soft mound—and her hips were already twitching.

When my thumb grazed her nipple, her hands clenched the sheets tight.

"Small, but sensitive. Nice to touch."

"Yes. Thank you..."

I had no idea why she'd thank me for her own sensitivity, but after enjoying her modest breasts, I slid both hands down her sides to her hips.

Most important to check the state of the spot needed for real sex.

Grazing her small clit with my finger made her tremble slightly.

Stimulating there intensely was good, but loosening her virgin entrance mattered more.

I gently stimulated her folds with my fingers, then eased one into her untouched hole.

Just one finger, but the foreign intrusion made her clamp down fiercely.

"I-It... went in."

"You saw it when you took off my pants earlier. This is nothing compared to what's coming."

"Ah... Yes..."

I teased the entrance with one finger, then added another.

"Ngh..."

We'd go all the way today anyway, so she'd endure worse pain.

With two fingers, I stretched her entrance like parting lips until they were slick enough, then withdrew.

I brought my wet fingers to her mouth; she parted her lips slightly and stuck out her tongue.

Placing them on her tongue, she sucked them clean like wiping off her own juices with a smack.

"Body's ready. Let's begin."

While fondling and arousing her, I'd gathered plenty of tension in my member, so I slowly pushed into her virgin folds.

"Haah?! It's splitting me!!!"

Terry Crow, who'd been gripping the sheets against building pleasure, seized my wrists tight with both hands.

"It hurts more at first."

Forcing open her narrow channel, I thrust deep.

The membrane proving her virginity tore away unnoticed, granting access to her depths.

"Hnnngh..."

She held her breath, trying to endure, but this internal pain—unlike slashes or stabs—drew faint tears from her eyes.

Fully sheathed, I reached out to gently caress her breast.

No more hip twitches from breast play alone; her folds clenched in response instead.

"Pain easing?"

"Yes. A bit better now."

I slowly drew my member out, then pushed back in.

It had been forced open moments ago, but snapped back instantly upon withdrawal—much like the first entry.

The way her grip tightened on my wrists said she was still hurting.

"Haa... I'm fine."

She clearly wasn't, but she said it to spare me worry.

Did she hate burdening me during night service?

Or bluffing out of fear she'd fail to earn my favor?

No clue, but I'd give her what she wanted.

Squelch... Squelch...

I kept my hips ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moving slowly, but her tight walls and rhythmic squeezes steadily built my pleasure.

Pressing harder on her stiffened nipples, I quickened my pace a touch.

Her channel contracted then expanded in bursts, and slowly, Terry Crow seemed to feel something beyond pain.

"Ngh. Hnngh."

Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...

Pleasure peaked; my member throbbed hard.

"Coming inside."

"Yes...!"

Splurt... Spluuurt...

Pressing bodies tight, I thrust deepest and unleashed my seed.

Taking hot semen inside for the first time, her body quivered finely from the new sensation. To steady her, I overlapped our bodies and gave a light kiss.

Pulling out, blood-mingled semen she couldn't hold back trickled from her womb.

"Ah. Um... Do you need bathing... service too?"

"Think I'll have to handle that for you?"

Supporting Terry Crow, whose body wouldn't obey after her first time, I took her to the bathroom and rinsed us both with prepared water.

I tidied the bedroom—still marked by our passion—in her stead while she struggled to move, then lay down with her and slept.

'This isn't what I expected...'

Seniors had said it was like using an intel agent to vent lust.

I'd braced for roughness, but it was so warm.

We might never meet after tonight, but joy filled me—he was my first man.

'Combat Sleep really outperforms expectations.'

Maybe because the shrine master detoxed me once?

Two deep sleeps, and most of the lingering poison was gone.

Now to head to the main house, acquire skills, and restore my original realm.