Chapter 99: Snow Women are an Inferior Species
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 99: Snow Women are an Inferior Species
“Aah… ugh… nngh…. Haaah….”
Morian, basking in the lingering afterglow of her climax, seemed to be drifting in a daze, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused.
The sensation of the sticky liquid splattered across her face slowly trickling down felt strangely erotic, yet I couldn't help but chuckle at the pathetic display she was putting on.
“N-now… that’s… enough, right…? I-I’m satisfied…. Stop….”
As her twisted tongue gradually regained its function and her slurred speech cleared, seeing this premature ejaculation pervert Snow Woman sister try to call it quits made something flare up inside me.
Slurp!
“Eek?! W-wait… I-I’m d-done…?!”
Slurp! Slurp!
The nerve of this total pervert, thinking she could decide when we start and finish. The strength in her thighs as she tried to squeeze my face, and the way she tried to push my head down by the hair, was incomparably weaker than before.
No, it was practically meaningless. I pried her thighs wide open. I rolled my tongue over her clitoris, shrouded in its hood. I repeatedly thrust my fingertip in and out of the hole where her love juices were surging forth.
“Hngh…! Ah…! Nngh…! Ha…!”
Realizing she couldn't stop me, Morian began covering her mouth, desperately trying to stifle her moans.
I lightly licked the tip of her clitoris and rolled the pink protrusion, which had grown stiff and sensitive.
“Ah, I-I just… hngh… went… ah… no, no… hngh, haah, ah…! Ah! Ah! Aah, ngh…!”
I couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying. Using the technique that could make even Camel climax just by rolling my tongue over her nipples, I ruthlessly stimulated this exhibitionist pervert Snow Woman’s clit.
I began to instinctively gather data: where the pressure of her thighs against my cheeks tightened was a weak spot, and where it loosened was an area that needed more development.
I watched as the honey water flowing uncontrollably from the hole beneath her clitoris dripped mercilessly down her groin, forming a small puddle.
“Slurp… schloop… You like this, Sis? Huh? You like it when I suck it?”
“Hngh… d-don’t ask…! Don’t aaaaask…!”
She was acting all shy when she looked like she was about to die of pleasure; it was embarrassing just watching her. Seeing her act like such a cowardly, pathetic female—practically a failure as a woman—I pressed her even more relentlessly.
Slurp!
“Aaaaah! Don’t, don’t lick my pussy! Th-there…! Ngh…! If you lick it directly… aah, ah, ah! Inside… uuu…!”
Morian started feebly swatting at my head. There was no strength behind it, but given the difference in our frames and the numerous physical disadvantages I faced, it actually stung a bit.
For a mere female—no, a mere bitch—to resist was nothing short of irritating. I shoved my face in further, aggressively thrusting my tongue as deep inside her as it could go.
“Aaaaah!!! N-no…! Your t-tongue…! It’s h-hot…!”
For a Snow Woman, her meat pile was incredibly warm, so I didn't know what she was whining about. I rolled my tongue around inside her as if savoring the taste.
The sweetness of the viscous nectar seemed to grow stronger, but it was a different kind of sweetness from the cheap variety one might tire of.
Because she was twisting and shaking her long legs, my body was forced to move along with her, but I wasn't such a fool as to let go of my prey once I’d caught it—unlike this total pervert exhibitionist bitch of a Snow Woman.
With my lips pressed so tight against her vaginal opening they were practically fused, I swirled, bent, and scraped my tongue. Contrary to Morian’s whining about it being hot, the heat radiating from her meat pile was so intense that I had to keep my tongue moving without a moment's rest.
“Ah, ngh, hah, ah, ah, th-there… right there… a l-little more… higher… uuuu…!”
As I rolled my tongue like we were kissing to find her weak spots, the pervert Snow Woman sister started revealing the locations herself, arching her body slightly to give me better access.
Since I was still in a small body, my tongue wasn't long enough to reach everything, but I had a general idea of the location. I figured I could train her well enough just by inserting a finger and giving her a good poking.
When I finished focusing on my tongue and opened my eyes, I saw her lightly tanned skin and the pale flesh beneath. Even though she was slightly hunched, her lack of excess fat and the rounded area below her navel—which could only be described as her womb-cover—looked incredibly erotic as she tensed up.
She looked so cute drenched in sweat that I’d planned to take it easy today, but seeing such a wicked body, I couldn't hold back.
I moved my fingertip from where it was gently pressing her perineum further down and softly pressed against her tightly closed Janus.
“N-not th-there?! Y-you can’t, you can’t touch th-there…! That’s a d-dirty place…!”
Morian’s convulsive trembling at my touch forced me, an SSS-Rank Male working hard on her cunnilingus, to pull back.
I thought a masochistic, perverted, exhibitionist idiot Snow Woman sister like her would be happy, but seeing her react with such rejection felt impudent.
I had ways to play with someone like Camel, but perhaps this was a bit too hardcore for Morian on her first day of training.
I roughly wiped my face and neck, which were filthy with her love juices, using the back of my hand and looked down at Morian, who was staring at me with teary eyes. Seeing those purple eyes that seemed to be expecting me to take charge of the situation without even cleaning herself up, I climbed on top of her.
I hiked up her yukata and wedged my rock-hard dick between her massive breasts.
“Ngh?! Ngh?! Th-this is… w-wait…”
“Do the dick-rubbing like yesterday! With your tits!”
“No, I-I mean….”
I wasn't sure if she was unhappy about being told to serve me right after her own masturbation session was cut short, or if she was still lucid enough to be hesitant in this situation.
“Ngh?!”
“Hurry! Rub it, hurry!”
When I reached back and pressed roughly over her womb, Morian submissively brought her breasts together.
“Th-this is, well. I mean….”
“Hurry! Hurry! I helped you with your masturbation! Now do something that feels good for me too!”
Morian’s purple eyes looked conflicted. She seemed to want to argue that my "dick-rubbing" was no different from the help I’d given her, but this total pervert sister didn't seem to hate the situation enough to actually speak up.
I grabbed her nipples and rubbed them as if scraping her areolas.
“J-just for a little bit….”
Unlike Camel, her breasts weren't developed, so she didn't seem to feel much pleasure from them. As Morian began to perform paizuri with a hint of anxiety, I reached back and rhythmically pressed down on her lower abdomen.
“Ngh, ah… ngh… ngh… haaaaah…. Haaah….”
Come to think of it, I remembered this pervert sister hadn't had her portio developed either. To be such a piece-of-trash pervert without even having her erogenous zones developed—it made me think that the Snow Woman race was just as pathetic and inferior as the elves.
While pinching her nipples to create some sensitivity, I focused on enjoying her clumsy paizuri.
Mentally, I was quite satisfied, but the pressure around my member was lacking. For such large breasts, the hydraulic pressure was incredibly weak.
“Do it harder, squeeze it! Hurry!”
“I-I get it, so… hngh… st-stop p-pressing th-there….”
Still, her body, which I’d heated up by messing with her clit and vaginal opening, was reacting to the womb massage.
“But Morian Noona, you look like you’re feeling great every time I press here. Hurry, do it harder! Faster!”
I wanted to ask for a paizuri-fellatio combo, but even though my size was no different from an adult male in my past life, her massive milk jugs were so violently large that my glans couldn't even peek out. We had no choice but to continue our "secret friend" time like this.
However.
Press! Press! Press! Press!
“Hngh…! Ah, ah, ah…! Haah…! Hah…! Haaah…! Ngh…. Ngh…!”
Unlike her pathetic paizuri, my hands were successful in very, very quickly developing Morian’s portio.
Several times, the female Snow Woman sister—seemingly forgetting she was even performing paizuri—would just squeeze her breasts tight to create pressure and tremble as she sprayed long arcs of viscous love juices.
“Hngh… I… th-tha… th-tha….”
Morian let out incoherent sobs as if she didn't even know what to say, her thighs spread wide and quivering. Below her, she left a long trail of evidence on the floor.
I’d played with her enough, and since I wanted to finish up, I pulled my dick out from her breasts and held it to her mouth.
“Haa… hngh…. Ngh….”
Camel used to suck it instinctively, but perhaps because of this inferior Snow Woman race, Morian just blew hot breaths against my member.
“Morian, suck it.”
“Uuu….? S-suck…?”
I grabbed the hair of the pervert Snow Woman sister, who couldn't even understand my command through her daze. Even when I pulled, she didn't come easily, so I sat beside her, rested her head on my calf, and brought my dick to her mouth.
“I said suck it.”
“Ugh…. Ugh…. Uuu….”
The stupid bitch looked like she didn't understand. More accurately, she had come so many times that she was completely out of it and couldn't even hear me.