Chapter 128
Chapter 128
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 128
Chapter Title: Isn't it Warm? (1)
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"Y-you mean for me to take my clothes off?"
"Yes."
I tried to sound as casual as possible.
Grab a bite? Not even close. If we kept going like this, we'd both end up as frozen fish sticks, dying all cozy together.
"R-really, if we just press our bare skin together... will that actually work?"
"Yes."
Mong-a was a stunning MILF. True enough. But there was one fatal flaw...
Her head...
Even with her shaved head, her face was pretty, but it still gave off this weird vibe, like staring at something unnatural.
It felt totally different from being with a woman who had hair.
Mong-a looked flustered, but my nonchalant attitude made it hard for her to argue.
"S-situation first—we've got to survive, right?"
Even thoughts of the dead meant nothing against this primal urge to live.
"B-but..."
But if this didn't work, we'd be found as corpses, stripped naked and clinging to each other.
She was probably hesitating over exactly that.
I took one of her hands in both of mine and gripped it tight.
"It'll be fine. Trust me."
Mong-a squeezed her eyes shut.
"C-can I really trust you?"
I nodded solemnly, and she fidgeted anxiously before making up her mind, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"T-turn around... a bit..."
I turned my back to her, spread out a cloth from the bundle on the ground, and piled my clothes on it—everything but my underwear.
The space was about a zhang square—roughly three meters on each side—so even turned away, she could hear every rustle as I undressed.
"Y-you're... undressed."
"First, lay your clothes over the floor too."
I kept my back turned. She spread her clothes over mine, then covered it all with another cloth from the bundle.
I lay down on the pile of damp-avoiding clothes, pulling my fur-lined robe and blanket over me.
"Come on in now."
"...Alright."
Mong-a slipped carefully into the covers. She moved like she was terrified of touching me.
But in this cramped, pitch-black space under the blanket, there was no avoiding contact.
"Situation... aren't you cold now?"
"..."
I hesitated, then slowly draped my arm over her back. She didn't reply but obediently nestled into my arms.
So soft.
In this utter darkness where no light pierced, feeling her unseen softness with my whole body...
I'd thought I wouldn't get hard with Mong-a, but that was arrogant of me.
"Y-you..."
"Sorry..."
The brush of her breasts against my chest, the tickle of hair against my groin—it all made the arousal feel so real.
With my right hand resting on her back, I could even feel her heartbeat.
At my apology, Mong-a didn't snap at me; she just seemed to swallow it down.
"Y-you said you had a husband, so you know how men are... Ah."
"...I understand."
She'd been avoiding husband talk because it soured her face, but it slipped out anyway.
Mong-a fell silent, lost in thought. Only her breath warmed my neck quietly.
This was tough.
Her skin against mine was so soft all over, and somehow her scent was nice too.
Talking about her husband made it hit home: this woman really was a widow.
The thought crept into my mind.
"A-are you... suffering a lot?"
"Y-yes?"
Her question in the midst of it all caught me off guard.
"I mean, don't worry about it. Even if it wasn't you, in that situation, it was unavoidable, right?"
"Y-yes...?"
I had no idea what she was going on about.
"Taking another's life is wrong, sure... but sometimes it's force majeure."
"Sister..."
Did she think I was crumbling not from her body, but from guilt over the killing?
Recalling it now wasn't pleasant. But not amid this overwhelming sensation... Ah!
"W-was it really... necessary?"
"They came with malice first. I can't call it righteous as a Buddhist... but I think it was unavoidable."
"Situation... Situation..."
Instinct told me: better to go along with her words here.
Soon enough, she reached out, lightly patting my back.
"Anyone with enemies in the jianghu wrestles with it at least once. Isn't that what it means to navigate the martial world with your own skills?"
"..."
"If I may hope, young hero, I pray you never lose that heart. Once you stop questioning if you should strike, you're no longer human—you're a beast."
Surprisingly sound advice, but sorry—not while I inched our bodies closer.
Her upper body was now pressed firmly against mine, my groin slowly molding to her belly.
"Keep questioning, keep wandering. That's what makes you righteous... Kyaa! Wh-what are you doing?!"
Mong-a finally noticed me clinging tighter and let out a scream.
"Y-young hero, don't tell me, don't tell me...!"
"Sister, just a moment—this way... it's too cold like this..."
My desperate plea made her wriggling body pause as she tried to push me away.
"I need your body heat. Please. Don't pull away from me...! Don't leave me alone..."
"Young hero... Hnng!"
My voice softened her resolve. Her hips, pulled back, tugged forward again.
This time, as our lower bodies met, my cock—poking out of my underwear—slid between her thighs.
"Th-this... take it out. You know what I am..."
"Just... stay like this... please... yeah?"
Not penetrating, but right on the edge—it clearly unnerved her, and she tensed to pull away again.
But realizing my cock was just nestled there between her legs, she stopped pushing.
"Absolutely do not try to put it in. If you do, I won't hold back."
She drew a firm line. No surprise; penetration was off the table.
But there were still things we could do in this position. I slid my hand under her armpit, kneading gently.
"Y-young hero...?"
"Warm, right...?"
Not groping her breasts directly, but massaging around to boost blood flow would affect them too.
"Nng... Stop now..."
"Your body's not warming up...?"
"It is, hnng, but..."
Her breasts' sensitivity rose; I felt her firm nipples brushing my chest through the fabric.
Each ragged, whimpering breath made me wonder what face she was making.
Once her nipples hardened, my hand stroked her back, then slid slowly toward her side.
The soft dip of her waist warmed under my kneading.
"Hnnng... Stop, please...!"
"I'm just warming you up... Bear with it a little."
Changed my mind. No full sex maybe, but I had to enjoy this soft body.
Mong-a writhed helplessly in the arms of this man's firm body, groped every which way.
Starting from her armpit, stroking her back and sides, now his hand toyed with her belly.
H-he's toying with me after all...!
His movements screamed seduction, but his pleading voice tugged at her heart—she couldn't muster the strength to shove him off.
He gripped her waist with his large, rough hands, thumbs circling up and down her belly.
Sensation sharpened in her lower body; the thick presence between her legs burned hot against her.
"W-warm now, right...?"
It was warm, sure.
But the problem was how it heightened her senses, making every inch of skin against his hard body hyper-aware of him.
Don't, don't...!
Each scrape of her swollen nipples against his chest sent jolts of pleasure warming her darkly.
Before meeting this man, she could've coldly pushed him away and scolded him proper.
But since discovering pleasure from anal play, she couldn't claim total innocence in lewd acts anymore.
"D-don't do this, young hero... Hnng...!"
"Why not?"
He sounded flustered asking, but was that his true intent?
His hands never strayed to forbidden zones like breasts or pussy.
Just gradually, gently warming her body.
Even if she raged about being toyed with now, she'd just look crazy.
"Haa..."
"Hnng...!"
His hot breath grazed her nape, sending shivers down her spine.
She tensed rigidly on one hand.
Like a bug burrowing in, his hands roamed her body—inevitably, they'd touch somewhere they shouldn't.
Then she'd roar and berate him, she vowed.
Yes, just a bit longer... Huh?
Mong-a felt something hard against her thigh.
Like beads strung together...
Wh-why is this here?
It should've been buried deep in the bundle. She'd removed the cloth, but it was wedged in—no way it'd slip out.
From that day she started anal play, dissatisfied with fingers, she'd impulsively crafted it.
A tool for the sordid joy of lubing it up and sliding into her anus.
How was it out here?
Could it be?
Did this man know what it was for and pull it out anyway?
Knew its glossy sheen from her fluids and oil as it plunged in her ass?
No, impossible...
"Ah!"
While she was distracted by the toy, he flipped her onto her back and lifted her atop him.
"Wh-what are you doing? Put me down...!"
"It's fine, really—I won't do anything weird..."
His hands on her waist and the thing between her legs felt ominously suggestive.
And sure enough.
His cock began sliding back and forth between her thighs.
"S-see? Warmer this way, right?"
Mong-a felt her thighs heating from the friction of his cock between them and squeezed her eyes shut.