Chapter 512
Chapter 512
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 512
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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‘Black Heart, Black Heart...’
I mulled the name over in my mouth. But it wouldn't come to mind easily. Best to think about it later.
“Hey, asshole. Cut the crap. You trying to swallow it all by yourself? Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?”
Olivia had sidled up next to me before I knew it, glaring at the Black Heart as she checked its details.
“...Fuck.”
She muttered a curse under her breath and flopped back down on a flat patch of ground.
“What’s with the deflated reaction?”
This wasn’t some ordinary item. Its SSS rank proved that. Normally, we’d be fighting tooth and nail over it right now, risking our lives. Everyone in the world would understand. This was an SSS-rank treasure, after all.
“Anyone can see it’s a treasure, but to me, it’s poison. I don’t have the power to protect it, and even if I did, I wouldn’t know what to do with it.”
“You could sell it to a major legion and make a fortune.”
“You idiot. How the hell would I protect that fortune?”
“With that much money, you could figure something out, right? Money is power, after all.”
“Money isn’t stronger than a blade. I’m not interested in that crap, so don’t try to plant stupid ideas in my head. The most important thing for survival isn’t money or power. It’s knowing your place. And I know mine. That thing is beyond me.”
“Then I can have it?”
“Take it if you think you can handle it. If not, toss it.”
“I can handle this much.”
My own power and that of Cheonma were still insignificant. But Helten backed me. Even a major legion would think twice before making an enemy of Helten.
‘And she’s probably the only one who knows I have it. Jardin Legion’s master wouldn’t have told even his executives about something this huge.’
Varden must have learned of it after betraying them.
I stowed the Black Heart in my inventory.
“Hey. I’m taking Varden’s corpse. Don’t touch it.”
“Don’t care about the body. My mission ended the moment he died.”
“...You’re really with Helten?”
“Didn’t you know?”
“Hearing it from you is different. Answer me, damn it.”
“I’m with Helten. Not an executive yet, though.”
I came out with it cleanly. The Olivia I knew kept her mouth shut. She wouldn’t blab carelessly. Besides, anyone who already knew, knew.
I approached her as she lay there.
“...What? Why’d you take off the mask? Don’t tell me showing me your face means you plan to kill me now... or something?”
She clenched her fists tight.
“I’m not planning some murder spree. Showing you my face means I trust you.”
“Trust? Bullshit. Quit the crap and tell me your real goal.”
“How’s my face? Handsome, right?”
“Fuck. It’s just average. Handsome my ass. Stop dodging and if you want a fight, I’ll kill you...”
I lowered myself onto her as she lay there. In a push-up position, hands planted on either side of her shoulders, I brought my face down and kissed her.
Olivia’s eyes widened. Her shaking pupils showed she was seriously debating whether to knock me out.
Fortunately, her fist didn’t swing, and no knife plunged into me. Olivia calmly accepted the kiss with her eyes open.
Maybe because it was right after battle, her lips felt a bit rough. That scratchy texture was surprisingly pleasant.
Our lips parted. My tongue danced inside her mouth. Her tongue was its partner.
“Hnnngh...”
Olivia’s breathing grew ragged. I pulled back for a moment. Sticky threads snapped between our lips.
“...Fuck. Your tongue moves like a goddamn pro. Thought it was alive and nearly bit it off.”
“I’m good at kissing.”
I lowered myself again. Our noses bumped. The knife scars on her face stood out more vividly up close.
“I can’t hold back—I have to ask. Why the hell do you want to hold a woman like me? My body’s covered in scars. No feminine charm at all. Men or women, they all wrinkle their noses at the sight.”
“You’re objectively attractive. Even those scars look sexy on you. Ever had guys confess to you?”
“...Yeah. And most of them were perverts.”
I grabbed her side with one hand. Slowly stroking, I used Erogenous Zone Heightening to stoke her lust. Perfect timing, right after battle—prime for arousal.
“Haa. Fuck. You pervert... You’re lucky. I’m in the mood to get fucked right now.”
Olivia declared boldly. I smiled silently and kissed her again.
This time was different. She actively wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me in, and the kiss grew deeper, stickier.
I savored her tongue and breaths while starting to undress her. Tank top, leggings, panties. I stripped off her three layers with ease. Meanwhile, Olivia fumbled awkwardly with my clothes.
A virgin’s clumsy touch on unfamiliar men’s wear.
“Hey. What’re you staring at? First time seeing a woman? Or turned off by all the scars?”
“You talking about my dick right now?”
“Your dick... Hngh.”
Olivia swallowed hard. My cock was fully erect, oozing thick, clear precum from the tip. I deliberately tapped her rock-hard abs with it. The firmness of her abs mixed with the roughness of her scars felt strange.
“...That’s going inside me? It’s too... too fucking big...!”
“It’ll all fit, don’t worry. Your pussy’s tougher than you think.”
“You bastard, talking shit...”
“No hair on your pussy? Doesn’t look natural... I can see the shave marks up close.”
I sat up and stared at her pussy. Her body was riddled with scars—even her ass. But her pussy was pristine. Smooth pink, not a hair in sight.
Her clit hood protruded noticeably, and the whole thing pushed forward.
“Uh, shaving down there’s trendy, right?”
“First I’ve heard of that trend in this world. Who told you?”
“A friend. She’s a top-tier whore charging 100,000 pennies an hour, by the way.”
“...Introduce me to her later.”
I turned around into position. My face dove between her thighs, and my cock flopped onto her face.
“Fuck. What the...”
“You’re not a kid—you’ve heard of 69, right?”
“...So you want me to suck your ugly monster cock?”
“Come on. It’s foreplay before sex. I’m eating your pussy too, so we’re even.”
I got even closer—practically a hundred steps ahead. She shuddered at my breath.
“Hah, fuck.”
Olivia cursed once more before opening her mouth and taking my cock in. No clue how to use her tongue, she just sucked on it sloppily.
I spread her tight pussy with both hands.
Hot heat wafted out. Slightly wet, the scent mixed with sweat was dizzying.
“Hey. Your pussy smells intense—sweat, huh?”
“Ptui. Fuck you. Think your cock’s clean? I didn’t say shit, but yours is choking me... Ngh!”
This would ruin the mood if it kept up.
I ignored her and pressed my tongue tip to the tender pink folds. I licked her pussy, then pointed my tongue to tease her clit.
Twitch. Twitch twitch. Her body jerked with every touch. After effort, I peeled back the hood. Her tiny clit stood hard and erect—adorable.
“Hngh! Th-that... Ghh!”
She desperately stifled moans but couldn’t just take it. She grabbed my ass with both hands and shoved my cock deeper into her mouth.
“Slurp. Suck. Suck.”
For a while, we dutifully 69’d, sucking each other’s genitals.
I was just leaking precum, but Olivia’s pussy flushed red and came three times.
“Haa... Haa, haa.”
A puddle of her juices pooled beneath her crotch.
Her reactions confirmed it. She was the type who’d never masturbated or chased pleasure.
‘Women who’ve never known pleasure feel it even more intensely.’
And the pleasure I gave wasn’t ordinary. Once tasted, it was a sticky spiderweb you couldn’t escape.
“Olivia. What now?”
“...What do you mean?”
“What position? You’re a virgin. I’ll do whatever you want. Missionary? Doggy?”
“Missionary means you on top. Doggy feels like getting pounded from behind—kinda shitty.”
And so we settled on facing lotus.
We faced each other equally. Her thighs rested on mine, my cock poised at her entrance. Her pussy throbbed against me. She played it cool, but Olivia was tense as hell.
“Hey. When’re you done groping my tits? It just tickles—stop.”
“You can touch mine too.”
I couldn’t detach my right hand kneading her breast. Sweat-slick, jelly-like, perfectly firm and sized—addictive.
Olivia glared briefly before moving first. She rocked her hips, trying to impale herself. Unlike an average virgin.
My cock got sucked into her pussy. The tip hit her hymen as expected. I figured she’d stop there. But her hips didn’t falter.
The membrane tore. Red blood trickled down. A metallic tang mixed with our sweaty scents. Still, her hips kept moving.
“Ha, ah!”
It went all in. Her pussy clenched fiercely. Grip like it aimed to snap my cock.
“Should I move?”
“...Hey, you’re not fucking me—I’m fucking you.”
“...”
I watched her fuck me. Olivia endured the pain, hips grinding.
“Hngh...”
She sank deeper into sex. Erogenous Zone Heightening made pleasure outweigh pain.
I looked down at our joined parts. No hair made it crystal clear.
Squelch squelch squelch.
Her pussy swallowed my shaft, leaking juices. No more blood.
She sped up instinctively nearing climax. Her labia bunched, clit begging for attention.
“Haaaaah.”
Her hips shuddered. Head thrown back, nipples ceilingward. Her walls spasmed, squeezing tight. I couldn’t hold back and came.
“Ah, aaaaaah...”
As she writhed in afterglow, I slowly pulled out. White semen gushed from her gaping pussy.
“You fucked me, so now I fuck you—fair?”
Dazed Olivia snapped to.
“...?!”
Too late.
I’d already laid her flat, one leg over my shoulder, scissoring ready.
“Hey! Wait! Hold up!”
“You fucked me earlier, now it’s your turn. Fair’s fair.”
“No, fuck, wait! I’ll let you fuck me, just give me a sec! It hurts—let’s rest a bit and go again!”
“We’ve rested enough.”
Sorry, but my cock wouldn’t allow it. I thrust into her pussy with full force.
“...!”
Olivia’s eyes and mouth gaped wide. A silent scream. Her sensitive folds might feel pain, but I had Erogenous Zone Heightening—cheat skill. Pleasure only.
Squelch squelch.
I held one leg up and fucked her steadily.