Chapter 11: Gawella (27), the Ex-Instructor Strong in Body and Mind but Weak in the Rear [3]

"Sorry. I am interested in foreplay, but I just can't hold back right now."

It sure looked that way. Her face was anything but normal—not flushed with embarrassment, but with raw arousal. Bloodshot eyes locked onto my cock. Her lips trembled uncontrollably with excitement, drool trickling out like she'd spotted some delicious prey right in front of her.

The face of a valiant female warrior in heat. Of course, since the original was such a beauty, even this expression turned me on.

"I'll get on top."

She pushed me down flat and straddled me. Grabbing her own ass with both hands, she spread her cheeks and wiggled her hips, rubbing the entrance against my tip to line it up.

Squish!

'Whoa, fuck. Insane.'

The moment I slid in, an insane pressure hit me. It was a long time ago, but I'd had plenty of experience in my previous life. No Purifying Light skill back then, but plenty of ways to stay clean, so anal was on the menu now and then.

Looking back on all that, no mouth, pussy, or ass compared to Gawella in terms of sheer gripping power. Her entire lubed-up hole felt like it was dead set on squeezing me dry. If my physical stats were any lower, just inserting would've dealt DoT damage and chipped away at my HP.

No exaggeration—dead serious. Even now, it hurt a little.

Squiiiish!

"Hng! Bigger than a fake dick!"

But the pleasure outweighed the pain by far. And Gawella's performance? Totally unhinged. She was fucking pounding down like she meant to devour me for real.

Up and down her ass slammed with relentless force—her core and thigh strength was no joke, no sign of tiring at all.

Makes sense. Checking the achievement messages earlier, she outleveled me by over 100. Stats had to be nuts.

'Already adapted to the pleasure?'

While I was gasping from it, Gawella seemed pretty chill. Unlike earlier, when she'd been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠trembling with that dildo up her ass, now she was pistoning her hips nonstop.

The reason? Pretty shocking.

"The fake dick was better, but this isn't bad either."

Ah. So brutally honest. They say the Yaka tribe's straightforwardness hurts people's feelings sometimes—guess I'm about to find out firsthand.

Logically, yeah, it made sense. That wasn't just any dildo; it was a +15 enhanced one.

But my pride still stung.

"No offense! Your cock's warm, unlike the fake one, and... ngh?"

Gawella's cocky composure cracked. Because I'd activated Primal Weapon.

Primal Weapon treats a body part like a weapon. Designate a fist or leg, and it'd be great for combat.

But I had something else in mind.

Maybe because the skill came from a Heroic-grade talisman? My bat got Heroic-grade status. And like the Growth Dagger, it shared my level, so base attack was 50.

The +15 dildo's attack was 60—not a huge gap. Still a bit lower, no armor pierce, so slightly lacking... but I'd closed it a lot.

"How is it now?"

"S-suddenly way better! As expected from a weapon master!"

"Heh, feels ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like you're the one mastering my weapon, Gawella?"

"W-weapon master, after aah!"

Not satisfied yet. While she shook her hips, lost in pleasure, I started enhancing.

Her reactions shifted with each enhancement.

At +10, my club utterly dominated that dildo.

"Haa! Haaagh... hic! Ugh! Heh! Heh!"

Every deep thrust made her writhe and wail in ecstasy. No coherent words anymore.

On top of that, I used my new skill Weak Point Insight. Her sexual weak spots glowed in my vision—redder where more sensitive, even peering inside. Her ass was blazing crimson. Pussy? Faint pink.

All her pleasure concentrated in the backdoor. And the second-reddest spot? Not clit or nipples. Just below her navel.

Thought it'd feel good if I touched it at first, but no.

Poke! Poke! Poke!

"Ugh! Ha! Uuoh! There, poke, poke, hngh! Haa!"

Every time she slammed down, I timed pokes to her lower belly with the dildo in hand. Her juices flowed more, dripping down to lube my cock.

"Gawella. Still prefer the dildo?"

"No! Hic! Th-that... ugh! Y-your... Baek Sion's... cock... supeeerior. Hngh!"

Good answer. Finally some face.

I showed my thanks with my body. As her ass dropped—thwack!—I thrust ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up hard, then smack! swung the dildo harder at her lower belly spot.

"Hii! Hiiik!"

Sploooosh! Gush!

She squirted massively, eyes rolling back, tongue out, body convulsing. Her grip tightened insanely.

"Hoo... alright, time to..."

"Gawella?"

She went limp for a sec, but instantly recovered, greedily gripping and shaking my spent cock to revive it. Tough luck.

Water Droplet set regen plus the new Potential skill boosted my stamina recovery big time, but I needed more time. Her clumsy no-foreplay hands wouldn't...

Throb!

'...It stood up?'

Oh right. Gawella's a Weapon Master. Over Lv.120. And my cock's a weapon now—she couldn't not handle it well.

And her technique wasn't just hands. She shoved her head between my legs—

"Gawella? What're you—gah! Fuck!"

"Slurp, schluuuurp."

One hand jerking me off, mouth sucking and licking my asshole. Tongue diving deep without a hint of hesitation, wriggling everywhere.

"Slurp. How's that?"

"Where the hell'd you learn this?"

"Learn? Sion, didn't you teach me? That the ass feels good."

Ah. She'd learned from me that ass play rocks. So naturally, she'd assume I'd love it too.

And damn right I did. Felt insane. My weapon, Baek Sion's Cock +10, hardened right up.

Confirming it, she teased my tip with her fingers and whispered in my ear.

"Wanna stick it in my pussy too?"

Sounded like permission if I wanted, but I shook my head.

"Save that for next time."

"Next time?"

"Yeah."

Stimulating her lower belly revealed something. Poke and press, and Weak Point Insight showed the color shifting. Her pussy was reddening bit by bit.

Development? Yeah. Stick in now, no real pleasure for her. But keep at it, and someday she'd feel almost as good there as her ass.

If we're doing pussy first time, better make it good, right?

"Next time... yeah. Next time. You're saying you'll allow it then too."

"Hell, I'll beg for it."

She seemed thrilled just knowing there'd be a next time.

"Sion. Knowing our relationship won't end after once... it makes me so happy."

The slut who'd just been shaking my dick and rimming me blushed like a schoolgirl with a smile.

"Ah. Can't hold back."

"Y-yeah! Don't hold back!"

Too cute—I slammed my now rock-hard cock back into her ass.

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"Fuck, where the hell is she?"

Bigsim gnashed his teeth.

Around lunchtime, on the way to the third exam. He'd kicked that dumb Asian off the cliffside.

Told Gawella the guy'd slipped and fallen... but

'Why'd she go look for trash like that?'

Gawella insisted no casualties on her watch and went searching. Exams would continue under other staff, but Bigsim didn't give a shit about that—only time with her mattered.

'I'll search too!'

Ditched the exam, joined other staff hunting for her. Not just him—folks from the Asian's carriage, even some from others. All Gawella-chasers like him.

'Hate grouping with these losers, but no choice.'

Wanted to find her solo and look cool, but no time. She'd be with that Asian. Not that the monkey could do shit.

'No way. The woman I couldn't snag after two months of effort? That retard can't either.'

Worried the Asian'd spout bullshit. Gawella'd trust him, sure, but still hated her alone with another guy.

So he'd rushed with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the group, but as sunset hit, no sign.

'No way, right? A few hours together changes nothing. Obviously.'

Bad thoughts plagued his anxious mind; he shook them off.

"Over there! A cave! Light leaking out!"

A staffer spotted it.

"Outta the way!"

Bigsim bolted. Highest level player here—he took point easy.

'First in, make a good impression. Confirm those dark thoughts were just paranoia.'

Sprinting full tilt, he burst in yelling,

"Gawella! You oka—"

But the question died unfinished.