Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Morning Fellatio is Good for Blood Circulation
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Morning fellatio is good for blood circulation.
Ugh...
What time is it now?
*Slurp♡ *Schlurp♡
There had been a lot to learn from yesterday's duel with Aurora.
"Jujutsu, huh..."
I needed to pay more attention to interpersonal combat.
In truth, the opponents I'd be fighting from now on were far more likely to be people rather than monsters or kaiju.
I hadn't distinguished myself in any field over the past few years. The only unusual thing about me was that, at the tender age of 19, I'd wandered into a contaminated area as a civilian and survived there for two years.
However, as the nickname for wandering mercenaries in contaminated areas—"Scavengers (Trash Collectors)"—suggested, that was information the higher-ups wouldn't know about or even care to know.
In other words, I was an unaffiliated, unregistered awakener who had popped up out of nowhere.
And yet, I possessed insane awakening abilities,
and with the even more insane skill called Empathy, I could share my own ridiculous stats and others' unique stats to create awakeners on my level.
Would organizations like the Awakener agencies and all those interest groups just leave someone like me alone?
Not a chance in a hundred. They'd all try to recruit me.
And that's where the problems would start.
I had zero intention of joining any group or organization.
The moment I affiliated with one of those above-ground groups, I'd have to disclose every detail of my awakening traits, of course,
and the ridiculous act of bringing women home to train them would naturally be forbidden.
On top of that, it was highly likely I wouldn't be able to carry out my revenge against Jin Kyung-pil, whom I hadn't even met yet, or the mysterious backer behind him.
Why the hell would I choose that unless I had a bullet in my head?
*Slurp♡ *Schlurppp♡
Maybe it was because my morning wood was getting sucked so vigorously, improving my blood flow, but my head was spinning clearly the moment I woke up.
"Hoo... Get ready to take it."
For now, I'd shoot one load refreshingly and think things over again.
"Yesss♡"
Shin Nari, whom I'd ordered in advance to handle my morning release at my wake-up time, was serving her Master with utmost devotion.
"Grraaah...! Take it all!"
*Spluuurt♡ *Spluuuurt—♡
The semen ejaculated like a pet bottle's worth right upon waking.
*Gulp gulp♡
*Spluuuurt——♡ *Splurrrrtle♡ *Splurrtle—Splurt—Spluuuurt——♡
*Gulp♡ *Gulp♡ *Gulp♡
Before her cheeks could puff out, she swallowed the ejaculating semen straight down her throat the instant it emerged.
She gulped down every last drop of the semen that kept pouring out for a good while...
*Sluuuurp♡ *Pop♡
Pressing her mouth perfectly against the urethral opening, she sucked it clean like a straw to draw out even the tiniest drop that might have been left behind.
*Chu♡
And then a loving dick kiss.
"Hee♡ Thank you for the thick first morning load, Master♡ I'm so grateful you used your toilet mouth to dispose of it."
"Yeah, yeah."
*Pat pat*
"Ehehe."
Shin Nari had mastered the art of sexual servicing so well that I felt utterly refreshed.
In any case, the answer to my earlier dilemma was simple. I just needed to get stronger and acquire more sex slaves.
And in that regard, Aurora was the perfect target.
Her technical perfection as a swordsman who had properly mastered ancient martial arts.
And as the awakener of the Witchblade, if I could fully make her mine, I would at least gain the interpersonal combat prowess of a Slaying Witch Inspector.
"But I can't rush it. Training is all about taking time to carefully corrupt them."
*Ding-dong—*
Speak of the devil, and she shall appear—Aurora had arrived right on time, as scheduled.
Here to settle yesterday's score.
Time to go.
"You're here."
"Eek... W-what is that shameless sight?! P-put on some clothes!"
My erection hadn't fully subsided yet, so with my half-hard dick swinging as I opened the door, I heard her shriek in horror.
"Hngh, ugh, th-that smell...!"
"You've got a sharp nose, huh? Nari swallowed every last drop. To pick up even the faint semen scent..."
"H-huh? She... swallows that...?"
*Gulp...*
I could faintly hear Aurora swallowing hard.
"Anyway, get ready to fight and wait a bit. I'll put on some clothes and come out."
I threw on some clothes and stepped out to the open space in front of the house, where Aurora stood holding a wooden sword, gathering her resolve.
"No need for talk, right?"
"No mercy!"
'No mercy,' huh... Does she think she's a samurai or something? Even her comebacks are so outdated.
I knew my way around a blade too, but I didn't bother pulling one out.
The survival swordsmanship I'd picked up while holding districts in the southern Seoul contaminated area was focused solely on killing opponents by any means to stay alive.
If I, with my overwhelmingly superior stats to Aurora, drew a real sword and fought seriously, I'd end up killing her for sure.
Can't have that. There's still so much I can squeeze out of her.
From the bonus stats gained through training to the Witchblade itself, and even turning her into a sex slave via Oath Compulsion—she could become a combatant on my level down the line.
The fight that followed my brief moment of thought played out much like yesterday.
*Vrrrrm—*
Her mid-level thrust extended while gauging the distance, the tip trembling finely and continuously.
The subtle vibrations of the blade tip made it hard to predict exactly when the strike would shoot out.
In kendo, that was called the "Wagtail Tail."
*Shwick!*
Followed by a swift, sharp slash at the shortest distance.
*Thud!*
Aurora's thigh hooked my knee joint with the momentum of her swing, shifting her stance—ancient jujutsu.
...Sorry, but that won't work anymore.
"Huh?"
*Crash!*
I didn't resist her collapsing posture; instead, I put even more force into that direction.
When the lower body buckles, the upper body follows. I twisted my torso violently toward her hooked leg and launched a back strike with my spine—Iron Mountain Godan.
"Ngh...!"
If she had stats equal to mine or was wielding a real edged weapon, she never could have pulled off something as reckless as exposing her back with Iron Mountain Godan.
But she was still fighting me with a wooden sword.
And that wooden sword undoubtedly carried the full traits of the Witchblade.
However...
That was what I'd gained after finishing Shin Nari's urethral training once Aurora left yesterday.
If I trained a few more women like this, I'd probably gain immunity to dozens of debuff types.
*Hiss!*
But Aurora, oblivious to that fact, mistook my momentary stillness for the Madness debuff and gathered her breath for a strike.
"!"
I easily twisted aside to dodge,
*Tap!*
and preemptively raised my knee to block the spot where her prized jujutsu would hook.
"Wha!?"
Skill overcomes strength,
and timing conquers speed.
The result—
*Crack!*
"Kehk!"
Aurora wriggling in my iron grip around her throat.
This was the price of diving in deep to apply jujutsu. There's a reason swordsmen don't advance too far into striking range.
In any case, ancient martial arts jujutsu relies on surprise as a hidden card. Once seen through, I surpassed her in power, speed, and combat sense.
"Forgot? This isn't sparring—it's a fight to the death. Bringing the same trick you got wrecked with yesterday? Isn't that just stupid?"
"Kek, sh-shut your... grrk..."
She glared at me with venomous eyes, as if she wanted to kill me, but what could she do? Nothing but get grabbed and beaten.
*Smack! *Smaack!*
"Guhk? Guhk!"
Fists like boulders slamming into her womb area.
*Thud!*
"Gaaahk—!"
I gripped her just right to avoid compressing the carotid artery, so she wouldn't pass out. Breathing was the issue, though.
With her throat held and her gut getting pummeled, air only escaped—no chance to inhale.
The natural terror of encroaching hypoxia.
The fears of falling, darkness, and oxygen deprivation are impossible for any animal to overcome.
Much less for this half-baked martial artist who'd only done routine drills in a tidy dojo, never facing a killing blow beyond sundome... fake fights only.
And sure enough, her body began trembling as hypoxia and the fear of death overtook her. Her eyes rolled back, whites starting to show.
Her chest heaved wildly, pumping to suck in air, but my vise on her windpipe prevented it.
Like a fish flopping on the deck, shaking her tits, she finally lost control and pissed herself.
*Hiiiisss...*
Hot liquid gushing from between her legs.
"Hey, Aurora. Can't breathe, huh? Scared? Should I let you live?"
"Kerrrk..."
*Nod nod nod nod*
She was fully prepared.
Now it was time to give her the highlight of today's training.
Just like with Shin Nari... I'd etch an abnormal fetish directly into your brain—one you'd never forget for the rest of your life, even on your deathbed.