Traces of Enjoying the Female Slave (2)
People's heated gazes pressed in from every side. Tension coiled tight in my chest. This had to go well. Kelly and I were performing right now. Her moans were fake, and I remained completely flaccid, only pretending to thrust from behind. Yet because neither of us had done any real work with our lower parts, every time our skin slapped together our genitals would occasionally brush and rub for real. As time dragged on, the situation spiraled toward disaster.
“Haaang! Mmmh!”
Honestly, until we started this plan I had never considered the possibility that I might get hard. I had assumed people would glance over, feel awkward, and quickly move on. After all, most people get embarrassed watching someone else have sex and hurry away. The idea was to create two or three witnesses who could spread the rumor that we had done it, then immediately drop the shameful act.
But I had been naïve. Dangerously naïve. These people—no, these thick-skinned bandits—treated it like prime entertainment and showed no sign of leaving. It was as if they had spread out picnic mats; they simply widened their eyes, swallowed loudly, and settled in for a long show. On top of that, Kelly had rolled her top, which had been hanging down to her thighs, all the way up to her chest. Every time the eel-like curve of her back and her large, perfectly ripened peach of an ass shook beautifully, it sent disturbing ripples through my heart.
“M-Master. It doesn’t look like they plan on leaving.”
“Let’s wait just a little longer.”
Cold sweat kept breaking out. The longer it went on, the more often I bumped against Kelly’s luscious backside, and both of us began to grow genuinely aroused. What had been as small as a pupa slowly swelled until it finally rose as hard as forged iron.
“Huk!”
The moan Kelly released this time was real. The instant my rigidly straight erection unintentionally grazed her entrance, I jerked my hips back. Overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of pleasure, she had cried out without thinking.
“What… what was that? I felt something thick touch me.”
“I-It was an accident.”
Thankfully it hadn’t gone in. There had been a slight sense of entry, but since it hadn’t gone deep, it didn’t count. It was true. Still, the fact that it had found the exact spot without me even aiming for the hole was driving me insane.
“This is bad……”
Now that I was fully erect, continuing was clearly dangerous. Anxiety flooded my mind, making it impossible to keep up the thrusting motions, so I stopped moving entirely. The longer I simply held her waist and stood still, the more the bandits watching from the alley entrance began to tilt their heads and mutter.
“Why isn’t he doing it?”
“Something’s weird.”
“We were watching so eagerly—what the hell? Aw, come on.”
Damn it. Complaints rose from every direction. From the sound of it, they had no intention of leaving until they saw the grand finale.
“Abracadabra……”
In my growing panic I looked down at my cock. Kelly’s juices had soaked my massive shaft so thoroughly that it glistened with a lewd shine. In truth, she had been helplessly leaking love fluids almost from the moment the performance began. Shrink. Shrink down. Impatience burned inside me. I desperately tried to kill the erection by picturing the national anthem and reciting multiplication tables. It wasn’t working.
While I struggled internally, Kelly glanced back and whispered urgently.
“What are you doing? If you stay still they’ll get suspicious!”
“My thing got too big. It’s impossible. If I’m not careful we’ll end up really doing it.”
I twisted slightly so she could see my erection clearly. Her eyes widened into perfect circles.
“It… it got enormously big.”
“There’s no way I can keep going like before with it like this.”
“You’re right. What do we do……”
Kelly’s face clouded with worry. Then, as if she had reached a decision, she spoke.
“Just do it.”
“What? Are you sure that’s okay? If we slip up—”
She cut me off. “We can’t stop now……”
She was right. For her this was a matter of her entire life. If she could endure a brief moment of shame, freedom lay on the other side.
“All right.”
If that was truly what she wanted, I couldn’t just stand idle. I had never planned to keep her as a slave forever. This was the perfect chance to send her out into the world properly. I set embarrassment aside and threw myself completely into the role I had taken on.
Slap. Slap.
My hips began moving again, the motions growing bolder. Just like before, I didn’t actually insert but thrust vigorously into the empty space between her thighs, letting fate decide.
“Huk! Huk! Haa!”
My relentless strokes through the gap between her legs never faltered. Whenever my aim slipped and our genitals rubbed directly against each other, she would pant and release a real moan instead of a fake one.
Then, at some point, my rock-hard cock unintentionally slid straight into her scorching, flooded entrance.
“Haaaaang!”
A tremendous moan tore from Kelly’s throat, loud enough to shake her soul loose. At the same time, an overwhelmingly soft and warm sensation enveloped me, and my eyes flew wide.
Oh no, it’s in!
The moment the thought hit, an unbearable climax surged through me. Without any control I began spurting heavily inside her body, pulse after pulse. In that absurd instant I lost the virginity I had carefully preserved for decades.
In the bandit leader’s tent, Olivia, Ision, and Bernhardt sat around the round table in conference. They were discussing countermeasures against the Ryan Hart unit that had recently arrived in Nobern, as well as the movements of Chen’s bandit group following the leaders’ meeting.
After one round of discussion, during a brief break, Ision casually brought up a new topic.
“About that Hyunu fellow.”
“What about Hyunu?” Bernhardt asked, ears perked with interest. “Did something happen to the kid?”
Ision’s gaze remained fixed solely on Olivia.
“He appears quite taken with the female secretary you granted him. From what I hear, he takes her regardless of time or place.”
Rumors always gained extra flesh; even though it had only happened once, the story had already spread as if he had done it a hundred times.
“Hahaha!” Bernhardt burst into loud, hearty laughter. “Huh! He didn’t look like the type to chase women, but the guy really is a proper man after all! Ahahaha!”
Olivia, who had been sipping her tea, lifted the corners of her mouth in a quiet smile.
“If he likes her, that’s good to hear.”
Freyr stopped by in the early evening. He showered me with praise for discovering the counterfeit money, saying I had always seemed different from the start. Then he bragged endlessly about how his squad had raided a village at dawn and he had obtained many good items through his own efforts. He was the same talkative, noisy guy as always. He had looked quite unstable not long ago, but today he seemed much calmer, so I was able to listen comfortably and with full attention. In any case, because Freyr’s raiding squad had produced results, it created work for us as well.
“So you’re going to release that woman?” Phelton, leaning against the cargo compartment of the wagon and smoking leisurely, let out a soft chuckle.
Harry and I had already placed Kelly inside an empty box, loaded it into the wagon, and explained our important (?) plan to Phelton. After hearing the whole story, he laughed and said, “You’re a real romantic. I didn’t expect anyone in our bandit group to still have such sweet thoughts.”
Today, as usual, he was dressed neatly and stylishly like a gentleman. He looked less like a bandit and more like some fashionista. He gave off the air of a British actor.
“It’s not because I’m a romantic. It’s purely for my own sake. She feels like baggage.”
I tried to deny it strongly, but Phelton simply smiled as if he saw through everything and shut me down.
“That’s how it always starts.”
Regardless of how the conversation went, Phelton eventually agreed to join Harry and me. His personality was as refreshingly free as a Casanova who refused to be tied down anywhere. With that, our plan gained momentum. The only one still in the dark was Marcus, the 15th squad leader who nitpicked everything. Having gained another reliable ally, we hurried to prepare for departure to the city.
Right before we left, Phelton pulled out the gold coin he kept in his inner pocket.
“Shall we see what today’s luck is like? Since something interesting is happening, maybe something special will occur too.”
It was the coin that had supposedly saved him on the battlefield. Phelton flicked it with his thumb, letting it spin through the air before it fell to the ground without being caught. I wasn’t the superstitious type, but I was curious what the coin would say about how the day would unfold.
“Hyun-woo!”
Just as the coin was rolling across the ground, Marcus’s voice suddenly rang out. He had come out of the tent and was shouting in our direction.
“Where did that crybaby bitch go?! Are you managing her properly?”
He must have noticed she was out of sight and worried she had run away. My heart jumped guiltily. Before I could come up with an excuse, Phelton kindly stepped in. He turned and answered Marcus loudly.
“I put her in the jail with me earlier and left her there!”
What happened next occurred in the blink of an eye. Harry flinched when he saw the coin on the ground. It had landed tails up—the side that meant bad luck for Phelton! Only Harry and I witnessed it. In a movement too fast to believe from someone of his massive size, Harry bent down with surprising speed and straightened up again. A moment later, Phelton, who had briefly looked away, turned his gaze back to the coin. A satisfied smile spread across his face.
“Looks like today will be a safe and enjoyable trip.”
Marcus walked over with his bag slung over his shoulder and began nagging me.
“Don’t even dream of taking that girl outside. With that kind of mindset you’ll only cause accidents.”
“Don’t worry, old man. I told you I put her in the jail with me earlier. Just get on already.”
Thanks to Phelton’s help, we were able to smuggle Kelly out in the cargo compartment without Marcus noticing and smoothly leave the mountain stronghold.
Under a night sky glittering with stars, Harry and I sat side by side in the cargo compartment, each wrapped in a blanket, whispering to each other.
“Are you sure it’s okay not to tell him the truth?”
“If Phelton had seen it land on tails, he would have thrown a fit and refused to go anywhere today. He believes in that coin like it’s a god.”
“But your movements were seriously fast.”
When I recalled the sight of Harry swiftly flipping the coin, a chuckle escaped me. It was both hilarious and astonishing to see such a bulky person move with such agility.
“Are you cold? The blanket should help, right?”
I spoke secretly through a gap in the box in front of us, where Kelly was curled up in an uncomfortable position. A voice smaller than a mosquito answered.
“It’s bearable.”
“If you feel like you’re about to sneeze, pull the blanket all the way over and press your mouth against your forearm.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“It must be very uncomfortable, but endure it just a little longer. You’ll be able to live freely soon.”
“Thank you. Really, really……”