Chapter 125
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 125
Chapter Title: 28. The Imperial Capital. (8)
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The Viola Mercenary Corps and the Allen Mercenary Corps were scheduled to depart three days later. The leader of the 10 strongest, Geone, had already left for Verher quite some time ago.
Allen had also clearly realized through this opportunity that with his current capabilities, he was still far from equipped to stir up any real trouble in the capital. ...Connections were one thing, but the biggest issue was, as expected, the lack of funds.
But he had only just started taking his first steps; he couldn't expect to sprint right away. He needed to proceed step by step, even if it took time.
Still, Allen felt he had accomplished his goal in coming to the capital quite admirably. Sword Emperor Magnus's statement about keeping a close eye on him had piqued quite a bit of interest not just from the other mercenary corps, but even from the 10 strongest. It wasn't mere lip service; he'd left a real impression.
With rumors already swirling that Viola's leader and Vice-Leader Elizabeth were keenly interested in Allen—a man who scouted talent like no other—it was only natural that the Sword Emperor's words would spark curiosity. It signaled he wasn't just some pillar husband as the gossip suggested.
...This level was just right. Too much spotlight could attract unnecessary enemies.
The Allen Mercenary Corps wasn't yet in a position to worry about rivals' scrutiny. Of course, Viola's leader provided solid backing, but it was still uncertain whether she'd go so far as to cut into her own flesh to help him. ...So, building enough trust and bonds with her to make that certainty was necessary.
Even if Allen rose to the 10 strongest someday, Viola's leader was someone he needed by his side until the end.
Of course, Allen's attention wasn't solely on the outside. In the end, everything in the mercenary business came down to the members.
As soon as his business in the capital wrapped up, he meticulously checked the members' status windows and began managing them.
Among the most notable changes was none other than the trait of the Red-Staff Sorceress Elena.
Her [Arrogance] trait had vanished, replaced by [Restlessness]. ...She must have felt she couldn't keep up with the pace of her own changes.
Pursuing growth due to some trigger was a positive sign, but controlling it so it didn't turn negative was the leader's role.
Of course, Allen supported Elena's development positively, but he had no intention of relying on it entirely.
The mercenary business was reality. The Red-Staff Sorceress's growth had clear limits, and if she couldn't overcome them, she'd be pushed to the reserves or second string. ...It was regrettable, but the right call.
Still, Elena's position remained solid for now. Mages weren't that common. But he couldn't guarantee it would stay that way forever. That's why the sharp woman was pushing herself so hard...
The Gum-Breast Swordswoman Natasha was just as much of a hard worker as the Red-Staff Sorceress. And with an excellent guide now, her talents had blossomed even further.
However, her training bordered on abuse, bringing considerable stress. As a backlash to the grueling sessions, the lust buried deep within her body exploded like her blooming talents.
Having loud sex in the provided lodging might expose their relationship, so Allen rented an inn room every day and headed there. Natasha would then slip in at the promised time.
There were no more excuses about friendship. The moment she entered the room, the swordswoman pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship transformed into a filthy bitch obsessed with her leader's cock.
"Allen seeee...!"
From that moment alone together, her way of addressing him changed. She no longer felt shame stripping naked, as if it were the most natural thing.
Allen teased her plump pink nipples with his thumb while lewdly devouring Natasha's tongue.
*Smooch, slurp, smooch, squelch.*
His left hand relentlessly tormented her nipples, while his right kneaded her sticky crotch. Her pussy was already sopping wet. She'd gotten aroused just from fantasizing on the way over.
Her sharp, resilient eyes that pierced everything melted into a hazy, dreamy gaze, staring at him with affectionate eyes.
Her body and heart were already strongly bound to him—stronger even than the Sword Emperor could sever.
...Honestly, Allen, with his own high libido, didn't hate this management at all. It was just that the location required caution.
For an average member, maybe not, but securing the utmost trust from a top-tier talent like Natasha was something any leader would approve of. Forty gold for love? Providing his cock for her was nothing. Plus, with his own writhing Magma-like lust trait causing him trouble more than once, mutually relieving it like this was the best.
His rock-hard, throbbing cock traced lines across her lower belly with sticky precum. During the kiss, she kneaded his cock and balls with both hands, stimulating him nonstop.
After the long friendship kiss ended, she leaned back against the wall and flexibly lifted one leg high like an acrobat.
Due to their height difference, Allen spread his legs a bit and lowered his cock to aim precisely at her parted pussy slit. Her bald pussy, ripe and dripping without needing foreplay, began slowly swallowing the monstrous friendship cock.
"Hng...!"
Despite numerous experiences, its size and girth were impossible to get used to. It forced its way in through a hole stretched beyond its limit.
Once he felt her pussy completely filled without gaps, Allen slowly rocked his hips back and forth.
"Ngh, mmph, ah, ang, haang."
Her fully erect, taut nipples had become toys that produced pleasure with the slightest touch. Allen pinched them persistently with firm fingers. Each squeeze made her pussy clench his cock in response.
"Hoo, ugh, mmph, ugh, ang, ah, haang, ang—!"
The Gum-Breast Swordswoman, drooling unswallowed saliva and unleashing unbridled lewd moans, bore no trace of the next Sword Emperor after Magnus.
Her right foot supporting her on the floor teetered with her heel lifted, barely holding. Pleasure quaked through her trembling legs, dripping their mixed lewd fluids.
*Squelch, squelch, splurt, squish.*
The friendship cock mercilessly pounded her pussy without regard for mercy. Yet Natasha wailed that it felt good.
As the position grew uncomfortable from the thrusting, Allen hoisted her body up effortlessly. His usual average strength surged during sex thanks to the [King of the Night] trait boosting his stats considerably. ...Too much for the Red-Staff Sorceress, but plenty for the Gum-Breast Swordswoman.
Her build seemed perfectly made for being carried and fucked. In Earth terms, optimized for carry-fuck body.
———!!!!
Treated like an object, her body swung powerlessly like a pendulum with his hip movements, utterly steeped in pleasure.
"Haang, ang, ang, hwaang, aang, aang, aaa!"
The friendship cock shoved her womb up, bulging her lower belly as it ravaged her pussy. But her body, honed by rigorous training, transmuted even that pain into pleasure.
Natasha's face was a mess of tears and snot as she moaned like she was dying. Not just her face—her pussy was wrecked by the overloaded cock. ...But with stamina over 60, her body was tough enough that this level couldn't break it. That's why Allen could ravage this tight pussy freely.
"Heok, ang, heuk, ek, hang, ang, aang."
Her face, tongue lolling out as she panted like a bitch in heat, was pure obscenity.
As his climax built, Allen pounded the congested, overfilled pussy even harder. Toward the end, with intensity that seemed it might make her burst.
She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Her body stiffened from the brain-melting pleasure. Naturally, her pussy clenched his cock with its strongest grip yet during sex.
———!!!!!!
After dozens of flesh-slapping collisions, just before his cock exploded, their junction parted.
At the same time, thick white semen spurted wildly as he gasped. She clung to him tightly, convulsing.
"Huuuuiii— — —."
Allen stumbled back unsteadily in that state, collapsing onto the bed and flopping backward. She, piled atop him, panted lewdly in the same position.
Once recovered, Natasha licked the sweat from his face with her sticky tongue.
"Allen, seeee...."
Her tone overflowed with friendship.
Moved by that friendship, Allen's cock sprang back to life.
And the mating began anew.
The Gum-Breast Swordswoman's bald pussy was gradually reshaped by Allen's friendship cock.