Chapter 78 19. Tirpe (4)
Tirpe (4)
Episode 79
With Maltaira's help, we safely returned to the cave.
Crrrrrk.
Shortly after, the storm Maltaira had suspended began moving again.
Kwooooooh!
With a tremor that shook the very air, a violent gust of wind surged toward the cave entrance.
In her current state, Maltaira could only halt a world-class storm for a brief moment. No—she hadn't even fully ascended to the level of the Turbid Throne yet, yet she recklessly intervened with the weather itself.
『Maltaira's Record has been depleted by over 90%.』
To save us, Maltaira had willingly drained herself.
'The Maltaira of this time was never supposed to be this strong. So I really am the cause, huh?'
When I gave her an apologetic and grateful look, Maltaira merely narrowed her glowing eyes to slits. True to her nature as a Wanderer, her expression was inscrutable. Ah, yeah, she is a Wanderer.
Still, I could vaguely grasp her meaning.
『Maltaira's Affection Level — 53 / 100』
Despite expending a massive amount of power, her form had grown even more distinct.
And so had her desires.
"Thank you. I owe you my life."
That single sentence was all it took.
[Tha...t's... ri...ght.]
What a simple Wanderer she was.
Swoosh—
Her hair, now long enough to drag along the ground, rippled like frost. Her chest had also swelled noticeably, asserting her presence even more.
I was certain the illustrations of Maltaira's transcendent form depicted her as a cold beauty wrapped in extreme cold, scattering ruthless gazes. Well, not like I could see it now anyway, so I dismissed the thought. What mattered at this moment was...
"Haah..."
I rubbed Tirpe's damp, bare shoulder. This feeling, as if I'd become the Golden Sun myself—it had been a while.
Tirpe began fidgeting, stealing glances at me.
She even started subtly grinding her thighs together when she thought I wasn't looking.
Her face, flushed with heat, refused to stay still.
Her torn stockings rubbed against each other lewdly. A dampness different from rainwater spread across her inner thighs, staining them.
From the deepest, most precious part of her, where she gazed at me with restless anticipation—
「Facing the crisis of life, her libido erupts, and ovulation begins.」
It seemed she was ready to receive me.
The time had come to claim the regressor.
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Maltaira announced she would rest to recover her depleted strength.
After thanking her, we headed back to our usual dwelling.
"..."
An awkward tension lingered in Tirpe's silent footsteps. Though her gaze occasionally carried nervousness, I pretended not to notice as much as possible.
That strange, charged atmosphere between two people hyper-aware of each other's sexuality.
It was an unbearable itch, like a prostate tingling relentlessly.
But 99.9 out of 100, it was Tirpe who kept stealing glances.
Every now and then, she'd hesitate, sending me looks brimming with impatience.
Drip.
My eyes drifted to the water droplets trailing down her nape. Her pale neck was half-hidden beneath disheveled, faintly black hair.
Beneath it, a sheer choker of see-through material wrapped around her throat. The delicate chains attached to her top swayed with every movement of her chest.
The grotesque dress manifested by Tirpe's transformation into a Fallen Angel. Far removed from modern fashion, it looked like a nightmare given form, covered in bizarre patterns. Though, likely due to the dimensional shock we'd endured, most of it was torn.
The slit skirt was half-shredded, fully exposing the side of her thigh. The occult patterns embroidered on her stockings were also riddled with holes, revealing tantalizing glimpses of bare skin. The stockings clinging to her hips even hinted at the black string panties beneath.
An overwhelmingly lewd outfit overall. As my gaze trailed down, I suddenly locked eyes with Tirpe.
Her trembling, wine-colored pupils were moist with unspoken longing. Her nervousness radiated from beyond her gaze.
At the same time, I sensed an intense threat.
『Tirpe's Mental Collapse Level — #$%/100』
Tirpe's mind was like a shattered wineglass hastily glued back together—its form grotesque and precarious. At any moment, the fragments might shift, jutting out at unnatural angles. Though her nature was fundamentally good, the trials she had endured were enough to erode anyone's humanity. It was no surprise her psyche had been reduced to tatters.
Perhaps that was why.
『Tirpe's Affection Level: 98 / 100』
「Erogenous Zones - Left nipple (stimulated by Park Si-hyun), clitoris, inner thighs」
「Orientation - Extreme Degradation Sadism (S)」
「Preference - Park Si-hyun」
「Sexual Fantasies - Park Si-hyun being raped by her, Park Si-hyun's humiliation, sadistic domination of Park Si-hyun」
「Arousal Level - 94%」
「Key Seduction Line - "May this lowly one dare to lick Her Majesty's pussy? I'll bark like a dog! Woof woof! Awooo~!"」
...Tirpe's sexual tastes were exceptionally bizarre.
Just reading it made me dizzy.
I'd seen this countless times while living with her, yet nothing in the seduction window had changed.
It was as if her darkness had manifested entirely through her carnal desires.
But my hesitation was brief.
Tirpe's gaze burned with liquid heat. Then, her fingers began poking and prodding at my side.
I stopped walking and looked at her.
Tirpe met my eyes for a split second before flinching and turning away—yet her deep amber irises still flickered back toward me, timid but persistent.
Seeing that look, I smirked.
Finally...
The regressor who had put me through so much hell—
I'm gonna fuck her.
Without hesitation, I grabbed Tirpe's shoulders and shoved her against the wall.
"Hyuh—?! Mmmph—?!"
I crushed my lips against hers, still damp from the rain, forcing them apart and plunging my tongue inside. The kiss turned filthy so fast, even she seemed startled.
Squelch. Squelch.
Her rain-soaked skin clung to my palms, cool yet feverish.
Tirpe, already melting into depravity, seized my back and pressed her braless chest against me. The overwhelming presence of her soft, massive tits flattening against my torso sent a jolt straight to my cock.
Squelch.
The lewd sound of our saliva mixing echoed between us. Tirpe's tongue was still clumsy, but the raw, earnest passion behind it was oddly endearing.
When I pulled away, Tirpe was panting wildly, her eyes glazed over as she stared at me with feverish devotion. Still trembling, she let out a shaky breath as I bit down on her nape.
"Nnh... Hah..."
Her gaze flickered, dazed and submissive, now brimming with the pure joy of a bitch in heat.
"Noona, show me your tits."
Tirpe tensed at my command, her neck shrinking slightly—but after a brief hesitation, she bashfully lowered her head.
The chain-adorned dress slid down with a metallic whisper, exposing the deep cleavage at its center.
"Eek..."
Just before her full, round breasts spilled free, she crossed her arms, shielding her rain-beaded nipples.
My eyes widened at the sight of those massive mounds being squeezed by her own arms. Two whole weeks without tasting a woman's pussy had left me starving.
The pink areolas peeking between her fingers were ripe with shy arousal.
I'd groped them through her clothes before, but this was the first time I'd seen them bare.
With a heated grunt, I buried my face between Tirpe's neck and chest.
"Haaah—ahhn...!"
She jerked, her eyes fluttering as if on the verge of collapse, her lower abdomen quivering while her thighs rubbed together restlessly.
"Hah... Hnngh..."
I licked along the sweat-and-rain-slicked valley of her cleavage, tracing downward with slow, deliberate strokes.
Tirpe shuddered, shoulders trembling as she squeezed her eyes shut and curled in on herself.
Though driven by instinct, these actions seemed far too intense for a virgin who had preserved her chastity for centuries. But that wasn't my problem.
I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of her upper chest, sucking obscenely hard until I left behind a mess of darkening love bites.
"Hahh, hnggh...?!"
Her nipple twitched sharply against the center of my palm, stiffening completely.
"Noona, you gotta move your hand. I wanna see that perked-up little bud of yours."
Tirpe looked like she wanted to die from embarrassment, stubbornly shielding her nipple. But when I shot her a stern look, her usual intimidating expression crumbled into a pout, and she reluctantly lowered her defenses.
Her hand slowly peeled away from her chest, revealing the very tip of her breast—glistening with lingering rainwater.
The sight of that plump, pink nipple shattered the last of my reason.
I claimed it like I was taking her virginity, sucking it straight into my mouth.
"Ahh, hngg—S-Si-hyun...!"
I bit down on the tender bud, swallowing the entire pink areola as my tongue lashed and twisted, reshaping the nipple at will. I prodded ruthlessly at the tiny openings where milk might have flowed.
"...Hhng, haah?!"
Tirpe was no longer the sickly, sharp-featured woman with a perpetually unpleasant expression. Now, she was nothing but a beauty consumed by lust—her face flushed crimson, her eyes unable to meet mine.
"W-Wait, stop—?!"
She was already teetering on the edge, yet suddenly acting bashful again. Irritated for no reason, I pinched the nipple of her other breast and yanked hard.
"Aghhk?!"
"Noona, how the hell did you keep this sexy body untouched for 129 regressions? You expect me to believe that?"
As I twisted her nipple maliciously, Tirpe's eyes fluttered, and she stammered out an excuse.
"...A-Anyone who tried anything... got hit with my 「Punish」..."
"......?"
Gulp.
A cold sweat broke out down my spine.
Wait, fuck—hold on a second.
Does that mean... I could've—?
I lifted my gaze, my eyes twitching slightly as I studied Tirpe's expression.
Thankfully, she was just staring at me with a dazed, blissful look.
An involuntary shiver raced down my back.
Gritting my teeth, I redirected my frustration onto her pink areola, swirling my tongue roughly.
"Hahhn?!"
Tirpe's eyes rolled back slightly as her back arched, offering her chest freely. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her expression melting further into pleasure as she stroked my hair like I was something precious.
"A-Ah, like a baby... Ahh—?!"
I lapped at the pink bud in my mouth, rotating my tongue while my right hand buried itself in her other breast, fingers sinking deep. The way her flesh yielded under my touch sent a rush of satisfaction through me.
And then—my left hand, the one I'd been waiting for, slid past the curve of her hips, digging into the plush flesh of her ass.
Hngk—
Tirpe clapped a hand over her mouth, her body jerking as her thighs clamped together. True to a regressor who'd lived through countless lives, her ass was perfectly sculpted—firm yet yielding under my grip.
"T-That's..."
"Noona, lift your skirt. Show me your panties."
A line that deviated from the usual playbook.
Tirpe hesitated, her face burning red.
"Now."
At my urging, she squeezed her eyes shut. Trembling fingers curled around the hem of her torn skirt, inching it upward.
The most fatal triangle of womanhood unfolded before me. My breath hitched without meaning to.
Through the ripped stockings, black panties peeked out—secretly, sinfully. Beneath them, a liquid thicker than rainwater had trickled down her thighs, leaving sticky trails.
I took my time admiring Tirpe's shameful trembling before reaching out. My fingertips came away drenched in something lewd and viscous. At the same time, her pupils trembled faintly.
"Haa..."
"Noona, what's this? Doesn't feel like rainwater—kinda sticky."
I held my fingers up to her, still wet from exploring her dripping slit. A transparent, indecently fragrant fluid dripped from them.
"......."
Tirpe's face turned so red it looked ready to burst.