Chapter 129
Chapter 129
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 129
Chapter Title: Isn't it Warm? (2)
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Ah, this feels good.
Even as I stroked Mong-a's body here and there, the way her plump, soft thighs gently squeezed my cock felt incredible.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled her on top of me and started moving my hips a little, sliding my cock back and forth between her thighs.
"W-Wait, even so, this is... stop it..."
"What are you talking about?"
I kept moving my hips while shifting our bodies toward the center of the blanket. Officially speaking, I wasn't thrusting my cock.
Though my cock was brushing past her slick folds, separated by just a thin layer of fabric, that was unavoidable too.
"Lying like this is warmer, right? We should have done this from the start."
"Y-You bastard...! How long do you plan to keep pretending?!"
The moment Mong-a tried to sit up in anger, my hand slipped from her waist and grabbed her firm ass tight.
In the process, my index finger slipped slightly into her anus and out again.
"Ahng...! L-Let go of that!"
I didn't miss the moan that escaped Mong-a's lips in that instant.
But I wasn't some expert who could make her climax just by kneading her ass, so I obediently let go.
Mong-a let out a dissatisfied groan as my arms wrapped around her waist again, but in the end, she meekly laid her body back on top of mine.
"Hey, calm your dick down."
"How?"
"F-Find some way to calm it!"
"Understood..."
With my arms still around her waist, I started bouncing my hips again.
"W-What are you doing?!"
"You told me to calm it down somehow, didn't you?"
Her soft thigh flesh loosely gripped my cock, and I thrust my hips faster into that spot.
"I-I didn't mean something like this! Hurry... Hnnght!"
"Yes, I'll cum right away... Ugh!"
The shallow stimulation that had been building up since earlier finally reached its limit.
"Stop, I said stop!"
"Too late... Ah!"
Spurt, spurt, splurt...
As Mong-a tensed her thighs to push herself up, the sudden squeeze pushed my cock over the edge, and it erupted with semen.
Thighjob complete...
"Y-You...! You filthy beast!"
"Ow!"
Mong-a, still on top of me, punched my shoulder.
"I'll make sure to tell Lady Zhuge of the Righteousness about this misconduct of yours!"
"...My apologies."
What would happen if this got back to Mother... I'd definitely denied it before...
For now, since it was an emergency, she seemed to let it slide without arguing further, but I worried about what might happen once day broke.
"N-Nun..."
"Apologies won't cut it. Now I know exactly what you are—a lecher who lays hands on any woman he sees!"
"N-No, that's not... Uh, you should wipe your ass..."
Thanks to the thighjob, Mong-a's ass was covered in semen.
I'd reached out to block it from splattering on the blanket, but as a result, the semen dripped from my palm back onto her ass, soaking it completely.
"Ugh..."
As Mong-a's hand reached back to her lower back, I felt the softness of her breasts even more.
She seemed to be gathering it with her hand to toss it outside the blanket, but her fingertips brushed my glans.
"Eek...!"
Mong-a groaned in disgust.
"I-I told you to calm it down!"
"In this situation, it seems impossible..."
I could have calmed it by expending some internal energy from the Ascending Immortal Art now that I'd cum once, but I left it be.
"H-How can you be such a beast...!"
Mong-a shuddered in rage as she carefully gathered the semen without touching my cock, then roughly tossed it outside the blanket.
Later, when we got up, it might be frozen solid.
"Now behave and don't try anything else."
If she'd just locked me away somewhere and said that, it wouldn't piss me off, but pressing this sexy body against me and telling me to stay still—what was she thinking with this position...?
I suggested it. I pulled her into this embrace and even put her on top of my belly.
In the darkness, all I could hear was our breathing and the wind outside. It seemed we'd have to endure several hours until dawn.
'It's already nightfall, so we might have to wait until morning.'
With the one warm thing—the woman's body—pressed against me, holding back was driving me mad.
'Hm?'
As I squirmed a bit, something touched my leg. A stick? No...
'Beads?'
I remembered. The string of wooden beads from Mong-a's luggage.
It didn't seem like prayer beads. She must have kept them strung together for practicing Finger Wind.
I stretched my arm out to move the item aside and picked up the wooden beads.
I brought them close to my face. The end of the beads I'd lifted without thinking bumped my nose.
But... something smelled off?
Sniff, sniff.
No doubt about it. This smell was coming from the beads. Thicker than body odor, a slightly metallic scent...?
"G-Give that here!"
I reflexively raised my hand to dodge Mong-a's grab.
Mong-a's reaction was strange. Over just some beads...?
"Ah."
I got it.
"Nun... This wouldn't be for your...
"N-No, it's not. You have no idea what you're thinking... Haaang♥"
When I pushed my finger into her anus, Mong-a's reaction was dramatic.
No mistake.
Mong-a's back hole was definitely an anal pussy.
"To think a nun as devout as you would use tools like this..."
"No, hnnght, no!"
Mong-a denied it, but it was foolish of me not to realize it was anal beads upon seeing the shape.
The beads reeked of heavy use, and even after suddenly shoving my finger in, she let out that sweet moan.
"Give it here!"
"What for?"
"So you can't spout nonsense, I'll destroy... Hnng♥"
"Nun."
This was confirmed. The only question left was how to play this out.
"Don't you think we have room for a little more conversation?"
A thighjob once clearly wasn't enough—perfect.
I've been caught.
Mong-a cursed her foolishness at being discovered by the man right in front of her.
She should have hidden it away the moment she realized earlier.
"W-What conversation? It's all just your delusions."
No. The man had accurately figured out its use from the scent ingrained in the toy.
Shamefully before Buddha, she'd pleasured her back hole while imagining the vigorous cock that had pounded into a courtesan's pussy that night.
Just like carving wood into prayer beads, she'd made the tool deceiving herself that since it wasn't 108 beads, it wasn't prayer beads.
Recalling the pleasure down there again made her shiver; she'd even gradually increased the bead sizes to make new ones.
"Nun, are Buddhists allowed to lie?"
Mention of the precept against false speech from the Five Precepts momentarily silenced her, but Mong-a was also a delinquent monk who lied like breathing.
"It's not a lie. I really... Hnng♥"
As the man's rough finger poked her back hole, Mong-a arched her waist back with a moan.
"W-What are you doing... Ahht...!"
"Even like this? Is it still really not?"
Unlike her slender fingers, the sensation of his finger digging into her back hole freely made her breath quicken.
"If you don't tell the truth..."
"Fine, yes! Yes, it is!"
"I see."
The man casually pulled his finger out of her back hole. The sudden emptiness made it throb, but Mong-a ignored it and spoke up.
"But don't think you can make me do whatever you want with this. I'll never admit it in front of others!"
Even in that short time, Mong-a knew the man's martial arts had improved astonishingly.
But he was still far from her level. Once they survived the night and escaped the cold, she could easily take it from him and destroy it.
No, she didn't even need to. As long as she didn't admit it, there was no proof it was hers.
"Then do as you like."
But to Mong-a, who had resolved thus, the man frustratingly agreed with her words.
And not only that—he handed back the toy he'd been holding far from her.
"...What are you thinking?"
"I have no intention of telling others or blackmailing you. You can keep it or destroy it; I don't care."
Mong-a, bewildered, finally understood his intentions from his next words.
"But since you're relieving your desires with tools like that, you can't blame me for trying to relieve mine, right?"
"Ahht... Stop...!"
Mong-a felt hands pressing her thighs from both sides, rubbing the insides against his cock up and down.
Moreover, his hard shaft teasingly brushed her slick folds, making her lower body ache again.
"Why? Didn't you make tools to relieve your own desires?"
"T-That's true, but...!"
She'd misjudged. He had no intention of blackmailing her to spread rumors.
This man just wanted to use her to relieve his urges in this harsh situation.
"You know... how often I have to relieve it... I've been following you for days, and it's been building up..."
"Nooo...!"
As Mong-a tried to rise, she felt the man's hand wrap around her back and pull her down.
"Let go...! Hnnght..."
Compared to the toy in her hand, his cock—at least twice as thick—kept stimulating her folds from behind the fabric.
Every time she felt its thick presence, the toy she'd thought too big felt pathetically thin.
"Your body's hot too...! You're soaking wet down there, so it's not like you feel nothing...!"
"No, no it's not!"
The man's hands began kneading her body like it was his own. Her breasts and ass—he'd started groping them slyly at some point.
"Let me put it in... I won't use the front... Okay...?"
Mong-a thought it had come. The man tempted her feverish body with his hot-breath-laced voice.
His image from that night with the courtesan flashed in her mind. Like a beast, thrusting his cock into the woman, who cried out in ecstasy.
The courtesan in her imagination revealed her face—it was Mong-a herself.
"No, hnnk...!"
Even as endless kneading pushed her lust to the limit, what held her reason was the memory of her late husband.
Honey, honey, no, I really...
"You want it...!"
"Aaaang♥"
The man's finger plunged into her twitching anus again, demanding her submission.
Her already trembling arms had no strength left to push him away. No, she lacked even the will to move them.
"No, no...!"
"It's fine, no one's betraying anyone. We're just relieving built-up urges—nothing more... Right...?"
Mong-a perked up her ears at the man's words.
Come to think of it, that made sense. The back hole wasn't where babies came from, after all.
"Just once, okay? Just once, and it'll calm down..."
Yes. His lust was abnormal. If left unchecked, he might really lose control.
Just once, surely that would be fine.
"A-Alright, just once..."
Whether Mong-a herself thought she'd crossed a line she shouldn't—or not—only she would ever know.