Chapter 116
Chapter 116
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Desire
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"H-hey, is he really asleep..?"
-Sniff... Sniff...
"H-he's really just sleeping..?"
Ye So-cheon gaped at him, sleeping so close she could hear his breaths.
She hadn't expected him to actually fall asleep like that.
She swore to the heavens she wasn't hoping for anything to happen(?), but seeing him drift off so easily left her with a strange, ambiguous feeling.
'Am I not attractive enough..?'
It wasn't impossible for such a thought to cross her mind.
Of course, Ye So-cheon took pride in her looks, but she sometimes wondered if her youthful appearance failed to bring out her feminine charms.
She rarely ventured out, and she couldn't even be sure if she spoke to others more than ten times a year. That isolation only amplified her insecurities.
And those rare conversations were mostly with Kunlun's old Taoists—what more needed to be said?
'Does he prefer women like the Sword Empress?'
Suddenly, it hit her: the way he treated her felt less like how one treats a woman and more like a comfortable friend.
He'd even said he would take responsibility, then brushed it off as unnecessary...
'My breasts are big too, you know.'
A wave of gloom washed over her.
No matter how much he claimed not to see her as a woman, there were limits. To suggest sleeping together at this breath's-distance closeness...
She'd thought it was surely a temptation...
'Ugh...'
She'd been tricked.
She knew he was the type to casually drop heart-wrenching words without a second thought, but that didn't make it hurt any less when she was on the receiving end.
It stirred a woman's instincts, plain and simple.
Even knowing that, her face flushed and her heart raced.
And he, oblivious to her feelings, kept tempting her without a clue...
'Hah?!'
She snapped out of it, shaking her head side to side.
What feelings? It was just a little heart-pounding—nothing special.
"Argh."
-Poof
Irritated for no reason, she spitefully pulled his soundly sleeping head between her breasts.
His breath warmed her chest through her clothes, sending a cozy heat spreading across her skin.
You weren't supposed to disturb a sleeping person—they might wake up—but...
"Argh. Argh."
She knew once he was out, nothing short of a miracle would rouse him. So she adjusted angles this way and that, rubbing his face against her bosom.
"You always teased me about being short, right? Can you still say that now?"
She whispered into his ear as he slumbered.
He wouldn't wake even if she did a hundred outrageous things in his sleep.
Since she had this chance, she'd get revenge by playing with him to her heart's content.
Her height made them less prominent, but they were ample enough to bury his face.
Not that she could compete with that monster of a woman.
"You're used to sleeping buried in them anyway. Pervert."
She toyed with his sleeping face—fingering his ears, pinching his soft cheeks.
When he twitched now and then, mumbling in his sleep, she squeezed tighter with her arms and locked his legs with hers to pin him down. He'd groan in frustration, furrowing his brow.
"Hehe. What're you gonna do if you don't like it? You won't wake up anyway."
There were still hours until morning—he could obediently play her toy...
-Lick
"Eep?"
He licked her breast through her clothes.
The fabric wasn't thick, so the soft texture of his tongue transmitted almost directly.
-Lick... Lick...
"W-wait a sec. What're you..."
Like a babe seeking its mother's milk, his tongue slowly traced her breast toward the tip.
-Smooch
"H-hit?!"
His tongue tip reached her nipple in an instant.
It wasn't intense through the cloth, but the sensitive spot meeting that gentle tongue heightened her senses on reflex.
"S-stop... This is getting dangerous if it goes further..."
-Lick... Lick...
"Haa..."
Before she knew it, her slightly erect nipple was being gently rubbed by his tongue.
The fabric grew damp with his saliva, losing its barrier as the sensation sharpened.
"Nngh..."
-Chuu... Chup...
He frowned as if displeased, sucking at her nipple.
Gnawing lightly at the cloth without harming her breast showed he saw it as an obstacle.
"Y-you can't do that... It'll really be dangerous if it goes further..."
"Mmph..."
"O-okay... Just this once..."
-Rustle
Unable to resist his visibly disappointed expression, she reluctantly pulled down her top.
"J-just the breasts, okay? Nowhere below. Got it?"
-Lick...
"Y-you're licking since it's bare? Wait just a bit..."
This had already crossed the line plenty, but those words were more for herself than him, perhaps.
Any further, and there'd be no turning back.
-Rustle...
-Jiggle
Lowering one side exposed her breast, bare and unbound, bouncing slightly from the motion.
She hadn't even announced it yet—had he sensed the vibration instinctively?
"Nngh..."
-Lick... Lick...
He was already latched on, suckling her nipple like an infant.
"Hnnngh..."
It wasn't overwhelming pleasure, but with no resistance to the sensation, the subtle ecstasy rising from her chest made her squeeze her eyes shut and hug his head tighter.
Only one breast was exposed, but it didn't seem to matter to him.
-Sluuurp...
Pulling his head close filled her nose with the scent wafting from his hair.
What did he wash with to smell this good?
Soft, fresh, yet seductively lewd—it seeped into her.
How was his body made? A man, yet so tantalizingly erotic.
Exceptional looks weren't enough—he stirred women's instincts and now tempted her up close with a floral aroma.
No perfume in the world could match his natural scent, she thought.
"H-hey, but he's really asleep, right..?"
-Lick...
"What the hell did that woman do to make him do this in his sleep..."
It was like she'd trained him specifically for it.
If his usual behavior stemmed from her influence, she'd unleashed something dangerously alluring on the Central Plains.
And then, an unfamiliar sensation stirred in her lower body.
A hard, unknown object pressing between her legs.
-Blush
Even as a Taoist, she had basic knowledge of such things.
"N-no... Not that... Not there..."
She no longer knew who she was talking to.
He was asleep—what good were her words?
Only she could hear them.
-Gulp
Imagining the firm, hot sensation through her clothes turned her face crimson.
Her mind raced, pondering how to handle this.
Meanwhile, his embraced body's scent and sensations kept stoking her desires.
'No... This is really bad... If I give in to desire here...'
-Slurp... Chup...
"Aah... Enough already!"
He toyed with her breast relentlessly, ignorant of her barely contained restraint—it only frustrated her more.
Was that why?
Realizing her undergarments were soaked, she thought: he wouldn't notice if she indulged now.
The smell might linger, but she could brush it off.
He was oblivious to that degree.
"Haa... Haa..."
Breathing raggedly, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Yeah. She tempted him first—she was in the wrong.
Her body was already defiled beyond repair. A little more wouldn't change that.
Just close her eyes and do it once...
"What do you mean just once?!"
She seized the fraying thread of reason and scrambled out of the sleeping bag.
She couldn't stay there longer.
That sleeping bag was an ant hell now—enter, and escape was impossible.
"Haa..."
The cool outside air cooled her fevered body, sending refreshing chills over her skin.
Then, feeling an especially sticky sensation between her legs, she slipped a hand there.
"...Ugh."
Her fingers met viscous fluid.
She shook her hand clean and glanced at his sleeping bag.
"Nngh..."
-Flail flail
The arm that had held her moments ago groped empty air pitifully.
He looked pathetic, but she had no intention of crawling back in.
For her sake, or his.
The reason she'd overcome her desires and escaped was simple.
'My first time should be somewhere more romantic.'
Call it immature for her age, but women retained girlish sentiments no matter how old they got.
She'd yield on everything else, but not in some dim underground ruin.
Especially not one created by that damn bastard.
"Haa..."
'But why won't it go down..?'
She'd felt her lewd emotions cooling as she exited and her body chilled, yet at some point, it refused to subside no matter how long she waited.
If anything, it felt a bit stronger than before.
'...Ugh.'
If this persisted until he woke, resuming exploration would be impossible.
She'd have to relieve this desire somehow...
As she debated self-pleasure,
his arm, flailing until it went limp and drooped outside the bag, caught her eye—along with its slender fingers at the end.
"..."
Entranced, she crawled toward it,
and before dawn, she'd have to fetch spare clothes from her pack, change, and wipe away the fluids staining the surroundings.