Filled Until the Next Rest
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! ♡
"Ahhhn ♡ Kaisent ♡ Slowly ♡ Slowwlyyy ♡"
"I'll kill you with my cock! Hup! Yaaah!"
Kaisent drove his cock into her as if determined to erase the boundary between anus and pussy entirely, thrusting with a force that threatened to tear through the thin membrane of flesh that divided them.
"Ahaaang ♡ Hahung ♡ Ka-Kaisent ♡ My ass ♡ It's ruined ♡ I can't stop cumming ♡ Hahuuuuh~~ ♡♡"
Lillian panted with her tongue hanging out, climaxing again and again under the pleasure of a cock that attacked her anus with the ferocity of something bent on ripping it apart.
"Still have the leisure to talk, I see? Then—!"
Squelch!
"Khaaaaah!! Th-there—it's sensitive! It hurts! Kaisent! It's tearing! It's going to rip opennn!"
Leaning his upper body against the small of Lillian's back, Kaisent seized the nipples that stood erect and straining against her magic costume, pinching them hard and pulling them apart to either side.
He yanked until her breasts changed shape, twisting and tearing at the nipples, and from Lillian's mouth burst a scream that was half agony and half ecstasy.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Kaisent's assault continued—squeezing her nipples while slamming his hips upward in brutal thrusts.
Every time his cock speared up into her ass hard enough to jolt her navel, her lewd body—already driven past the edge—began to convert even the pain of her crushed nipples into pure pleasure.
"Ahaang ♡ Hueuk! Forgive ♡ me! My chest is going to break! Kuhahuuuuk ♡♡"
Terrified of how she was growing accustomed to finding pleasure in acts meant only to hurt her, she shook her head desperately and thrashed her upper body, trying to wrench free of Kaisent's hands.
Thud! Squuuuelch!
"~~~~~~~~~♡♡♡"
But he swelled his cock another size larger and buried it to the root so she couldn't resist. Lightning-bolt pleasure fried through Lillian's brain; her body convulsed, her eyes rolled back until the whites nearly filled them.
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Just die already!"
"Oot ♡ Ohok ♡ Ogok ♡ Ooooooohk ♡♡"
Kaisent whipped his hips with the genuine intent of fucking her to death with his cock.
He threw his waist so hard that the spring of her ass and the limits of his own strength made his angle waver slightly—but that only meant he was churning her asshole from every possible direction.
Crack! Spark-spark!
Every time the enlarged cock slammed home with raw lust, every neural pathway in her brain shorted out in cascading sparks.
"Heuhk ♡ Kuhik ♡ Hugiiiiit ♡ Krhuuuuuk ♡♡"
Caught in a chain of climaxes too violent to endure, Lillian bit down on reflex, drool pouring freely from her mouth as she could only howl in bestial moans.
"I'll cum once for now!"
Thud! Gurgle-gurgle! Glooorrrrgle——
"Huaaaaaah~~~~♡♡"
Feeling the scalding semen surge back up her rectum, Lillian climaxed and burned out completely.
Sssssssss——
She pissed herself, slumped against the tree she was gripping, and gasped for air—no longer a hardened female warrior, but nothing more than a single bitch in heat.
Then, as naturally as breathing, a thought crossed Kaisent's mind. He flicked his tongue and drove his hips up once more.
"Kihooooooot!!"
"We've already eaten, so we'll rest about an hour, right? Until then, I'll pack your big sister's asshole full of cum!"
"Ka-Kai-sen-t! J-just a little! Let me rest! Let me rest! My-my head ♡ My brain keeps sparkinggg ♡"
"You still have the energy to say that? Hyah! Yah! Yah! Yah-yah-yah-yah-yah!"
Now that Kaisent was certain Lillian had become his woman, every last shred of caution vanished from his actions.
The way he handled her body as if it were simply his property to use revealed the nature of a dominator that had always been hidden beneath his gentle exterior.
"Hak! Ik! Keuk! Ah! Sl-slow-lyyy! Ah ♡ Euk ♡ Ang ♡ Aaang ♡ Heuhk ♡ Cum ♡ I can't ♡ stop ♡ cumminggg ♡♡"
Her body had already climaxed more than thirty times, and beyond that had endured countless smaller orgasms in unbroken succession.
Yet Kaisent only slammed his hips harder and faster, attacking until the skin of Lillian's anus threatened to peel away.
Continuous climax left her unable even to breathe properly; her beautiful face was a wreck. And still she felt that pain as pleasure, falling from woman into pure bitch.
When rest time ended, the Wolf Mercenary Band packed up their makeshift camp and set out once more.
Gurgle— Glooorrrgle—
I-I need to shit……! My stomach… my guts keep churning……♡
Throughout the entire rest period, Kaisent had never stopped cumming into Lillian's ass. For a final touch, he jammed a magic item charged with a measured amount of mana back into her anus.
"Stay like this until the next rest stop."
"It's hard, you say? It's fine. Humans are surprisingly tough."
"Alright then—fighting~"
Whenever she thought of Kaisent's bright, carefree smile as he casually worked her to the bone……
Eut……♡ That's cheating ♡ When you smile like that, I can't even get mad ♡
Throb! Throb! Glooorrrgle!
"Keut… huuung……♡"
A stinging ache radiated from the nipples he had abused throughout the rest. Her bowels pleaded to expel the foreign mass inside them.
If the magic item hadn't been absorbing the gurgles from her belly, the others would have fretted over what was wrong with her.
I want to shit ♡ I want to shit ♡ I want to drop my pants right here and just let it out ♡
She wanted to reveal she was a woman and, in front of everyone, shit out a load of cum-filth.
If she did, Fredrick would lose all affection for her, and she and Kaisent could be alone together without caring who watched……
I'm sorry, Fredrick ♡ My belly is packed full of Kaisent's semen and I can feel it writhing. I can feel the movement of sperm with a life force that can't even be compared to yours ♡
Watching Fredrick march on ahead, still completely ignorant, Lillian felt a delicious sense of transgression. Inside her helmet, she wore a smile no one should ever see.
Just then, Fredrick sensed her gaze and turned. Their eyes met through the slits of her helm.
Recognizing the look of someone smiling through gut-churning pain-pleasure and guilty thrill, he smiled back and gave her a small wave of the hand, hidden from the other mercenaries.
Once, Fredrick's smile would have filled her with happiness. Now it stirred nothing at all.
Feeling body and heart both being claimed by Kaisent, Lillian shivered with pleasant anticipation of what pleasures still awaited her.
Around the same time, on the Eastern Continent.
"……."
After checking his settlement subsidy and the information on this world, Kang Myeong-cheol stared blankly at the seasoned chicken skewer in his hand.
Flour-battered chicken—the very snack he had made a hit in the first world he had dimension-hopped into.
But in this world, even chicken was already widespread. Anyone with a bit of money could eat it as a snack or a meal.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!
It seemed no lie that people from every world arrived here. This place took fantasy as its base and mixed every kind of civilization together like bibimbap.
Of course, deep scientific knowledge didn't appear to have spread.
The problem was that every scrap of scientific knowledge he possessed had already been applied to this world long ago.
Price was the only issue—most modern conveniences had been commercialized through magic.
Refrigerators, running water, electric lights, boilers, and so on.
They cost a fortune, so the one place he might still shine was enabling mass production—but unfortunately, that technology and knowledge simply didn't exist here.
Kang Myeong-cheol exploded with rage at the twenty-first-century humans who had arrived before him.
At this rate my knowledge is completely worthless!
In his previous world, every time he flaunted a bit of scientific common sense, everyone had looked at him with awe.
That superiority—knowing he was better than them—had driven him. Once he received a territory, he had poured every scrap of knowledge he owned into it and built the most livable city on the continent.
The wonder on the faces of the otherworlders whenever the city improved, whenever they grasped a new concept—that had fed his sense of superiority.
He had been called a pioneer of the age, a sage, and had received everyone's respect. In this world he was just another strong protagonist.
Being praised as merely a powerful warrior felt far inferior to being praised as clever and wise.
Fuck! Damn it!
It was only a sense of superiority—but that superiority was practically the purpose of his life.
Wealth he could earn simply by killing monsters. The fulfillment of knowing he was intellectually superior to others could not be bought with money.
Unable to restrain his fury, Kang Myeong-cheol kept cursing the twenty-first-century people who had come before him, wasting the hours away.
After spending the entire day spewing invective, he headed for an inn once night fell.
The settlement subsidy was enough to rent a cheap room and eat frugally for about a month.
"One good room."
But a man who had lived in luxury across every previous world ordered a clean, spacious room and multiple dishes, and burned through a fifth of his subsidy in a single day.
Money's something I can earn whenever I want with my abilities anyway.
With his power, he could make as much money as he needed.
That confident belief shattered the next day the moment he arrived at the mercenary guild.
"What? I'm the lowest-rank mercenary? I'm a mage-swordsman who can use Aura Blade and magic!"
Kang Myeong-cheol refused to accept the mercenary badge he had been issued and began protesting to the cold-faced female receptionist.
In unstable, dangerous regions, mercenary guilds were staffed by retired veterans with real combat experience. In a peaceful place like this, trained clerks handled the desk.
"I apologize. However, because so many people from other dimensions wish to become mercenaries, employers have long prioritized reliability and quest success rates over raw strength. The system changed ages ago."
The receptionist had clearly fielded protests from otherworlders many times; she explained in a purely professional tone why he had no choice but to start at the bottom.
"I was called a hero in my previous world!"
"That is a story from the world you came from. For us, who cannot verify it, there is nothing to be done."
"Grrr!"
Kang Myeong-cheol let his rage show toward the receptionist who refused to budge from the lowest rank.
He was a hero who had slain a Demon King and saved a world.
On top of that, he was a powerhouse whose strength should have made everyone bow.
Part of him wanted to raze the city on the spot—but the pride of calling himself a hero forced him to wring out every last drop of patience. He snatched up the mercenary badge in a foul temper and stalked over to the quest board.
"What the hell is this!?"
The quests available to a lowest-rank mercenary were little different from modern day labor.
Cleaning sewers, repairing worn-out streets, and the like.
There were no monster-fighting quests for the bottom tier.
The closest thing to combat was fighting oversized rats in the sewers.
They want a hero like me to do this garbage work? Don't make me laugh!
In the end, Kang Myeong-cheol decided he would not stoop to such petty jobs and stormed out of the mercenary guild.
A short while later, a woman appeared inside the guild.
She wore the distinctive martial uniform of those called Murim practitioners, but it was cut tight overall, leaving her figure fully on display.
Even through the cloth, the proportions were perfect—neither too narrow nor too broad—radiating beauty and healthy vitality. The lively-looking woman headed for the turn-in counter.
"Proof of collection from the sewer entrance. And these are the tails of the giant rats that were breeding down there."
"Let's see…… Confirmed."
Having brought the certificate proving she had gathered refuse at the sewer mouth, the woman received one silver coin and several dozen copper from the clerk at the delivery window.
"Hwah~ Another fulfilling day~"
"Ah, Mercenary Jin Su-ah. Please wait a moment."
"Hm? What is it?"
"You have completed a set number of quests and now qualify for a rank promotion. Please have a receptionist update your badge."
"Really? Thanks~"
Jin Su-ah gave the delivery clerk a light wave of her hand and headed to the reception desk to renew her mercenary badge.
After dimension-hopping, she had registered as an otherworlder in a kingdom that was clearing the forest where she had arrived, wandered here and there, and—once her settlement subsidy ran dry—crossed over into the Empire, where work was said to be plentiful.
For the past several days she had been diligently taking jobs like sewer cleaning and adapting to this world.
"Your mercenary badge has been updated, Jin Su-ah."
Thus the woman who had risen from lowest-rank to low-rank mercenary could now accept quests that involved fighting actual monsters—weak ones, but monsters nonetheless—instead of cleaning and rat extermination.
"Sewer cleaning was surprisingly fun, but I guess today's the last of it~"
Tucking away her renewed badge, she stepped outside and headed for the inn where she was staying.
I never thought living by my own strength alone—no family, nothing—would be this enjoyable.
From birth until now, Jin Su-ah had never wanted for anything. Precisely because of that, there had never been any urgency to her life.
Home was a palace-like place where she could live in comfort; clothes and meals appeared the moment she ordered the servants.
Here, she was a stranger with nothing but her clothes and two swords, forced to work hard simply to eat.
For the first time she was doing the work of servants and earning money with her own hands, and the fullness of feeling truly alive made each day rewarding.
Thanks to that, even my stagnant realm has started rising little by little. Having every condition perfectly prepared for martial training isn't always a good thing, I guess.
There was the example of her ancestor, who had begun life as a Murim practitioner as a third-rate disciple of some nameless rural unorthodox sect. She had swallowed her pride and tried it—and it was more fun than expected.
Especially the fact that she was using everything she had ever learned simply to survive gave her a new sense of purpose in having studied martial arts.
Kang Myeong-cheol, clinging to the fact that he was a hero and propping up his pride. Jin Su-ah, unconcerned with her origins and simply living each day.
The point of contact that might have let them meet had already vanished. The day the two would learn of each other's existence still lay far in the future.