Chapter 247
Chapter 247
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 247
Chapter Title: Drinking Party 1
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There couldn't possibly be a man in the world who could refuse in a situation like this.
No matter how weird her personality might be, objectively speaking, this was a beauty so rare you could hardly find two like her anywhere in the Central Plains openly seducing him like this. If he could hold back, it had to be one of two things.
Either a dangerous guy with a taste for small things, or a eunuch.
Unfortunately, I was a perfectly healthy man who didn't fit either category...
"Ah..."
*lick*
"Mm..."
My alcohol-soaked brain no longer had any rationality left to hold me back.
As I'd said many times before, the Heavenly Demon was almost exactly my type in terms of looks.
Her beauty was on par with Master's, so even with the tolerance I'd built up toward her, it barely applied here.
I wouldn't have had the confidence to resist her temptations even sober, and now with my brain pickled in booze and her luring me with more alcohol like this, there was no way I could hold out.
*lick... lick...*
I buried my face against her thigh and started licking up the liquor smeared there.
Focusing mainly on the droplets trickling outward rather than the pool gathered between her thighs.
Licking someone else's thigh might seem unhygienic, but martial artists at high levels don't produce bodily waste at all, so it didn't feel all that gross.
Not that I was thinking about that right now—desire had simply overtaken everything else.
*stroke, stroke...*
"Doesn't it tickle, with that tiny tongue of yours lapping away like that?"
"...*slurp*."
"Mm..."
Maybe she found me adorable, because the Heavenly Demon reached out and stroked my head.
I glanced up at her face, and the flush from her drunkenness seemed even deeper now, staining her cheeks a richer red.
"By the way, cleaning it up like this just replaces the liquor with your saliva... What's the point?"
"...It can't be as sticky as the booze, right?"
"Maybe not."
It was nonsense, utter bullshit, but in this situation, that didn't matter at all.
I just needed an excuse to lick her thigh.
*lick...*
As I mechanically lapped up the liquor, my head growing fuzzier by the second, I realized I'd already cleaned all the droplets around her thigh.
Now, only one spot on her body still held any liquor.
*gulp*
"..."
"Ah, this spot next? Good thing. Holding it in without letting it spill has been quite the chore."
I shifted my body, moving my face between her knees.
The stream trickling down from the pool of liquor pooled higher up.
This wasn't droplets anymore—I had to actually drink it. I wedged my lips into the gap.
*slurp*
"Pfft..."
"...?"
"Ah, no... It just tickled all of a sudden."
Now it really felt like drinking.
Unlike the droplets before, where I couldn't even taste the alcohol, this was like downing liquor again for real.
Valley liquor, they called it.
A service you'd expect from a courtesan at a tavern, and here I was getting it from the Heavenly Demon herself.
No matter how shattered my male pride had been for ages, this situation was impossible not to feel a sense of accomplishment from.
Not to brag, but I was confident no one in Central Plains history had racked up achievements with women like I had.
Even setting everything else aside, just getting this kind of service from the Heavenly Demon would crush most heroes or lechers flat.
Historically, there had hardly ever even been a female Heavenly Demon, so it was only natural.
And even among those few, none had combined this level of beauty and power.
*lick...*
"Mm..."
*stroke, stroke...*
After slurping down the liquid, I licked away the remaining moisture and slowly worked my way upward.
Her hand stroking my head had become one with me now—to the point where I couldn't tell if I was following her hand or if it was following me.
"It feels like raising a little puppy... If the chance arises, maybe I should get one. Wouldn't be bad..."
"..."
"Ah. But then you'd have competition. Better retract that."
I ignored her words and kept at my task.
And soon, I reached the top.
*gulp*
A flicker of long-numbed reason sparked back to life.
Between her thighs. The empty space unique to a woman's anatomy, different from a man's.
A decent amount of liquor had pooled there.
Enough for two or three good gulps—more than a single cup.
The vital spot inside was covered by her clothing, but I knew exactly how laughable that "clothing" was.
It was barely more than a strip of fabric covering the front; tilt the body even slightly, and bare skin showed right through.
And the final barrier inside was underwear covering the bare minimum area.
Right now, the fabric soaked with liquor clung to her body, outlining everything from her navel downward in perfect detail.
It was a waist so slender it was hard to believe this woman had single-handedly crushed hundreds or thousands of foes.
She looked like she'd snap if you gripped too hard, and even after living so long in this unrealistic world, I still couldn't get used to it.
'...But if we're comparing, my waist might actually be thinner.'
Well, yeah, because I'm that weak.
I really would break if I used too much force.
Dang Ayoung had once misjudged her strength and tweaked it; I still remember how much I suffered back then.
Still, all the sex had probably toughened my waist some, but my inherently frail body was another story.
To avoid trouble in old age, I'd have to take good care of it from now on.
"Feeling shy all of a sudden?"
The Heavenly Demon must have thought I was hesitating as I zoned out for a moment; she chuckled and stroked my head.
"I was expecting you to take responsibility for what you spilled..."
"..."
The insanely soft touch on my head started numbing my reason all over again.
She'd called me a puppy earlier—was I really turning into one?
If I had a tail, it might be wagging furiously right now.
"I'll... take responsibility..."
I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face between her legs.
Before the sensation of her thighs against my jaw and lips—and the thin fabric teasing my senses through my closed eyes—could melt my mind completely, I hurriedly guzzled the liquor.
Passing out here would be a total disaster.
I wolfed down the last pool without savoring it and tried to pull back, but the hand on my head wouldn't let me go easily.
It wasn't gripping hard enough to stop me for real, so when I pushed against it, I escaped that space. But my face still felt sticky.
Pressing it against her liquor-soaked clothes meant my face reeked of booze now, too.
"...There, all cleaned up. Time for me to head back to my seat..."
Still dazed, I sensed a twinge of danger as I tried to return to my spot—but then a strange sound rang out.
*crash*
The sound of glass—or porcelain—shattering.
I turned toward the table where it came from. Our glasses sat there, both snapped clean in half.
"Oh dear. Must've been old glasses; they broke. Can't use them anymore."
"...No spares?"
"I don't think so, off the top of my head."
...If there aren't any, there aren't. What was that vague answer?
"Well... No glasses means we need somewhere else to pour and drink from..."
*flinch*
Before I knew it, the Heavenly Demon had a full bottle of liquor in one hand, shaking it teasingly.
That signature smile, unchanged amid her flushed red face, blended with the atmosphere into something intensely erotic.
"This time... how about here?"
*drip*
She supported her breast with her other arm and tilted the bottle over it.
*snap*
I heard the thin thread of my barely recovered reason snap once more.
.
.
.
Our escapade continued for quite a while after that.
Pouring liquor onto a person's body instead of proper glasses—something any normal person would find repulsive—we kept doing without a second thought.
The certainty that the Heavenly Demon's body was cleaner than a normal person's surely played a part, but even if she were ordinary, things might not have changed much.
*slurp, slurp*
Her whole body now reeked of a bizarre mix of liquor and my saliva, and her constantly soaked clothes had lost all function.
At least they were white enough not to go fully transparent—that was some small mercy.
Her body was fully outlined now, and every little movement sent the fabric slipping, brazenly exposing bare skin. It was practically like wearing just two pieces of underwear, messing with my vision in the best-worst way.
If she'd been naked, everything would be out in the open with nothing left to hide—but the way those key spots stayed teasingly covered only stimulated a man's heart more. I couldn't tell if she was doing it on purpose.
"Is it the breasts you like, or the liquor? You're reacting more to this than down there... Am I imagining it?"
"Uh... uh..."
"I always thought breasts were just for looking at, pointless otherwise. But seeing you, maybe not. You're practically radiating lust for them."
Even amid all this, she'd figured out my sexual preferences.
Or rather, it'd be weirder if she hadn't noticed my state.
No mirror, but combining what I felt with how I must look in her eyes—no uglier sight existed.
I'd chugged so much ultra-strong booze that my superhuman tolerance meant nothing; my face had been beet red for ages, eyes glassy, breathing ragged from arousal.
Naturally, the little guy downstairs had been standing at full attention for ages, making his case loud and clear.
Used to getting immediate relief whenever he popped up, he couldn't adapt to hours of neglect now. He was furiously erect, even harder than usual.
I was starting to fear where his limit even was.
The Heavenly Demon, who could sense a fly buzzing in the room, surely noticed—but my instincts desperately blocked me from begging first.
From the moment I'd started licking the liquor off her body, it was like I'd drunk from a poisoned chalice. Still, I wanted to gaze at clear skies just a bit longer.
Not that the poison spreading was only a matter of time.
And soon enough, that moment arrived.
"By the way, you've been drinking off my body this whole time, while I hardly got any. Isn't that unfair?"
Her patience gave out before mine.
"For fairness, you'll have to lend me your body too."
*rustle*
With that, she grabbed the collar of the clothes she'd given me.
"...But a man's body doesn't have the curves of a woman's."
"True. But you've got something else."
"..."
Her gaze drifted to the insistent presence between my legs, impossible to hide under mere cloth.
"After drinking that much... surely it reeks of booze by now?"
"..."
*rustle...*
I wordlessly twisted my body and lowered the collar.