Chapter 105
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 105
Chapter Title: 24. Friendship Date. (4)
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The red sunset touched the calm water's surface and shattered into pieces. Neither Allen nor Natasha could help falling into rapturous admiration at that beautiful hue, impossible to capture with mere human hands.
The two sat quietly by the lakeside, gazing at it for a long while. In this moment, not a single lewd fantasy crossed even her mind.
They said it was a must-see masterpiece no viewer should miss, and it really rang true. ...Allen felt that awe he'd never experienced even back on Earth, right here and now.
The pair hurried onto the last carriage back to the city before it grew too late. Any later, and the gates would shut tight.
They squeezed into the ridiculously cramped carriage once more. As it was nearly the final one, the space was even tighter than before. Allen and Natasha were practically clinging to each other.
Ah—.
The gum-tit swordswoman let the deep emotion and rapture she had just felt blossom vividly in Allen’s embrace.
They arrived at the station that way and barely slipped through the gates moments before they closed. The city inside was still a riot of activity, of course. Prostitutes and gigolos prowled the streets hawking their wares to patrons, latching onto any arm and dragging people along. They even propositioned Allen—who had a companion—bluntly asking if a threesome might interest him.
The two wandered the night streets, taking in the colorful throng. Just that was enough to lift Natasha's spirits. ...Had she ever felt this happy lately!
They reached the fountain square, a haunt for lovers. Bathed in bright silver moonlight, the plaza exuded a profoundly dreamlike aura. So much so that even the faintest affection felt like profound love.
The gum-tit swordswoman struggled to believe this happiness bestowed upon her. The demon plague she'd endured for so long kept whispering fears that it might all be an illusion. Terrified that waking from the dream would replay that nightmare...
...If that were true, should she wake? Couldn't she just live here forever?
Yet her unyielding will carried an obsessive compulsion: she couldn't ignore harsh reality. As the saying went, no paradise awaited in a place you'd fled to.
"This... isn't a dream, right...?"
An anxious tone utterly unlike Natasha. But Allen offered no rebuke, merely whispering with utmost gentleness.
"It's no dream. Don't worry."
Just in case, the gum-tit swordswoman sneaked a glance toward Allen's crotch. ...Thank goodness—he was wearing pants. No sign of that absurd monster cock.
Good. It's really real. Not a dream or illusion. The real deal.
That relief swirled warmly in her chest, gently peeling away the stone-hard shell she'd worn. The swordswoman who always preached mental fortitude and relentless training became, in this instant, simply a lady sharing a profound friendship with Allen.
They perched on the fountain's edge, admiring the night sky for a spell. Even Allen couldn't resist the mood's intoxication.
"The moon... it's so pretty."
"Yeah."
"I sometimes wonder if this is all a dream too. ...Like I'll wake up back in another world."
"I see."
"So we're in the same boat, both hoping this is reality."
Allen flashed her a grin. His smile was so captivating she couldn't tear her eyes away. ...As if bewitched by some dream demon.
"That's why I kick even harder. ...To live a life with no regrets."
A life without regrets.
Those words struck the gum-tit swordswoman's mind like lightning.
...And in that instant, the dam brimming to its peak finally overflowed.
"Captain."
"Yeah."
"...If it's not too bold, could I ask one favor...?"
"Of course. We're comrades bound by shared purpose, aren't we?"
Friendship—.
Natasha's eyes and lips quivered.
He couldn't even imagine the monumental trials she'd overcome to utter those words.
"K... ki... ss... just once....... Ah............ S-sorry. I'm sorry. No, I misspoke. Forget it. I'm so sorry. It was a mistake."
She must've blacked out for a second. Got swept up in the atmosphere and blurted nonsense. Too elated. Too blissful. ...Reached for something way above her station.
Snapping back to reality too late, Natasha shook her head wildly, insisting it was a slip-up, then froze rigid, staring straight ahead. Her horrific blunder sent chills down her spine and her heart pounding madly.
I lost it for a moment. What a disgrace...! Training's lacking. Still so deficient. Am I forever doomed to this...!
The gum-tit swordswoman inwardly scourged her pathetic display endlessly. To ruin this blissful friendship date over something so trivial as a kiss.
Allen smiled warmly. The woman bolder than any before monsters, reduced to self-flagellation over a mere kiss—what a hopeless square.
It really drove home how audacious the redhead mage had been, boldly declaring her body's heat craved copulation. Embarrassed, sure, but she hadn't denied it.
...Truth be told, Allen had been half-expecting her to say it. Not from burning desire to kiss her, but to vent the mounting lust piling up—so he could finally sprawl out and sleep worry-free. Far cleaner if she volunteered than if he pressed.
"...A kiss...?"
Natasha—eyes clenched shut, fist on knee, wallowing in self-reproach—jolted at the words. Her eyes flew wide as she stared at Allen.
"You didn't mean to take it back. ...A kiss between souls sharing deep friendship...."
Allen's soulful gaze churned Natasha's friendship-warmed heart into a frenzy. ...Her pulse thundered so wildly she thought she'd lose her mind. How on earth had it come to this?
She gazed at him in a hazy daze, endlessly. Was this an illusion after all? Truly?
Before the thought fully formed, Allen's face loomed close. Then the slow touch upon her lips...!
...Aah...!
Natasha accepted his lips defenselessly. His tongue grazed her lips and teeth at first, then pried them apart and plunged deep, ravaging her untouched, yielding tongue with wild abandon!
Precisely the sensation from her illusion. ...No—even stickier, more ecstatic.
The captain ransacked her mouth with obsessive vulgarity and tenacity. No one would dream it was her first kiss.
...Honestly, Allen hadn't intended anything so fervent, but midway [Lustful Maniac] and [Womanizer] detonated beyond restraint. Objectively, Natasha's looks befitted a named character—just shy on the chest front? Wait, no—those gum tits were legendary.
Mental fortitude? Gone. All thoughts evaporated. She floundered solely in the sweet nectar of Captain Allen's kiss.
It was the pinnacle of ecstasy and thrill she'd ever known. Laughable to compare it to that lakeside sunset.
Even the passive Natasha grew bold, actively devouring his in turn. Once the floodgates cracked, she latched on fiercer than with the redhead mage. [Attachment]'s sway.
...Were this a sealed room, they'd be stripped bare in seconds—the sticky lewdness on vulgar display.
After an eternity of mutual plunder, the kiss concluded as Allen swept her lips one final time.
......Ah...!
Her face flushed beyond endurance, the gum-tit swordswoman managed only ragged breaths, speechless.
Someone had to dispel the sweltering tension.
"Just a friendship kiss.... So no need to feel burdened."
Natasha at last tasted friendship's true essence.
Back in her room, the gum-tit swordswoman face-planted straight onto the bed.
......She'd gone and done it. Friendship kiss.........
The ecstatic sensation still burned vividly on her lips and tongue. No fleeting illusion could compare.
From friendship date's start... to friendship kiss's end...!
A blunder turned fortune. ...Oddly, she felt happier than the day her demon plague vanished.
...Still, doesn't excuse the mistake. Training fell short. Undeniably. My caliber's still that low...!
Lucky for her Captain Allen's mercy—or it might've soured into negativity.
Fully cognizant of her error, the gum-tit swordswoman sat cross-legged on the bed and sank into meditation. Mull over this lapse; ensure no repeat—that's a true swordswoman's path...!
......Ultimate mental fortitude...!
Yet Captain Allen's friendship kiss lingered stubbornly in her mind, refusing erasure. Endlessly.
...Tonight, she resolved to savor that landmark event.
And at that very hour.
Allen's lips—which had friendship-kissed the gum-tit swordswoman—were now greedily ravaging the redhead mage's slobbery mouth, hefty tits, and wanton pussy.