Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: The Long Night
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Hwan-in floated in a hazy daze, half-maintaining his consciousness, much like when he'd drunk past his limit.
Of course, that excluded the pain rising from his body and the biting cold stabbing through him like a knife.
In his blurry vision—eyes open or closed, he couldn't tell—he laboriously turned his head and saw a delicate, pitiful gray-haired beauty, naked, leaning her upper body against him with her eyes shut.
His gaze drifted downward, landing on her ample breasts, squished and spread out like manju buns under pressure.
'......'
Why did breasts like these pressing against him feel like nothing at all?
To his left clung a straw-blonde girl with an intellectual look, like she'd ace her studies, plastered to his side just like the gray-haired beauty.
A bombshell actress-worthy beauty and an adorable girl, both naked and snuggled up on either side of him.
Hwan-in figured he must be dreaming.
He tried to move, but his body wouldn't budge—definitely a dream. And with animal ears atop human heads, it couldn't be anything else.
'......'
But why did his body hurt so much in a dream? And it was cold. Freezing cold.
He wanted to crank the boiler, fire up the heater, lay down a hot water mat, and pile on a thick comforter.
Maybe someone would turn it all on for him and tuck him in.
But why was he naked? Had these women stripped him?
The delicate beauty snuggled against him like a lover opened her eyes. Hwan-in felt a flicker of puzzlement at the worry shining in her vertically slitted gray pupils.
Who was this woman to worry about him? His parents were gone; no one was left to care.
But god, it was cold. He felt like he'd freeze to death. If he could just banish this chill, he'd do anything.
'.........'
The moment that thought crossed his mind, he saw a warm energy stirring inside her body, reaching out toward the heat like a hand.
Squish. His fingertips brushed her magnificent breast, but the wonderful texture... didn't register.
No sensation at all in his fingertips. Hwan-in felt a twinge of regret.
This was a dream, after all. That's why he could see the warmth inside her breast.
What a shame. If he could claim that warmth, this cold would vanish.
He'd ask her to share it.
The beauty, half-risen, looked flustered. Then she parted her lips to speak.
"H-how... can I... let you... press me...?"
Permission granted. He reached out, grasping her shoulder.
His hand—his body—moved.
Good.
Hwan-in laid the delicate beauty down and climbed atop her. Her gray hair streaked with black fanned out, blending with the ash-gray floor.
Watching her face flush with panic, embarrassment, and shyness, he seized her breasts—too much for one hand—with both of his, parting them left and right before burying his face in the center.
Warm. Not fully, but a faint heat seeped through.
He pressed his lips to it. Licked with his tongue, suckled with his lips, rubbed against it—but all he felt was that teasing, meager warmth.
The large mass of heat deep inside wouldn't budge.
'......'
He belatedly noticed warmth not just in her breasts, but her lower belly too.
And it was even bigger there.
Blushing, she covered the sparse gray patch between her legs with both hands.
Didn't matter. He wanted that heat, not her pubic hair.
He released the pale mounds marked with handprints, brushing aside her arms shielding her mound and lower belly. Then he brought his lips to the exposed skin.
Ahh, more warmth than from her breasts. How hot would it be if he could devour the heat inside?
Wonder if pressing would make it flow out? He sucked hard, and her belly dipped inward, the balled-up warmth scattering left and right like bursting bubbles.
Haaah...
But when he pulled away, her belly sprang back, the warmth gathering into a sphere again.
Hwan-in pressed his lips—and jaw—against her lower belly again, kneading firmly.
Hng. Ahh...
Each press sent the spherical warmth bursting and reforming like air bubbles in water.
He tried with his hands, stroking too—but the faint, ungraspable heat only stoked his thirst.
......Exhausted.
His body ached, the cold too intense to move anymore.
He'd acted on desire to consume the warmth... but wasted his energy.
Slumping powerlessly onto her belly, the beauty blinked before gently laying him flat. Then she began licking his nape.
Her petting trailed to his collarbone, paused at his chest, and tentatively lapped his nipple.
Lingering on his firm pecs, she slid lower, brushing his navel before reaching the upright pillar.
Staring in surprise at his second self, she compared it to her wrist for a moment...
"Th-this... won't... fit..."
......Hesitating, she first took the tip into her mouth.
At that instant, he felt faint warmth from her breasts trickling through the pillar's tip.
The haze lifted slightly. As she lavished attention on his second self, more warmth flowed in, the dreamlike fog clearing further.
Their eyes met as she tended him devotedly.
She shyly averted her gaze, rose, and straddled him. Pressing his pillar to her lower belly, she widened her eyes at how it reached her navel.
Impatient, Hwan-in urged her on with his eyes.
He needed that warmth now. To escape the cold. If only he had strength to move...
Sensing his thirst, she knelt up, aligning the tip with her entrance.
She'd learned copulation the hard way through unwanted force.
Trembling with hesitation and tension, she shut her eyes and slowly lowered her hips.
In tandem, Hwan-in felt himself plunging into a hole of heat beyond mere warmth.
Though his whole body, pillar included, was gripped by cold, the part entering her depths clearly repelled the chill.
Soon, he sensed his second self fully sheathed inside her belly.
She rocked slowly up and down. Her face twisted in pain, shoulders hunching.
After several strokes, she clutched her mouth, panting. Her breasts bounced in beautiful arcs with each breath.
Hwan-in saw the pillar's tip touch the warm mass in her belly but felt disappointed.
He'd thought contact would draw it in through his second self, but the mass stayed intact.
Instinct told him he needed to keep stimulating it.
Fortunately, with the core touching the warmth, the cold eased just a fraction, granting him a bit more strength.
=Hng?! Ahh...!=
Squelch.
Grabbing her hips and rocking them gently, the gray-long-haired beauty grimaced harder, bending at the waist.
Hot breath escaped her.
A bit more warmth flowed in. The drifting clouds parted, surroundings sharpening.
Convinced this was right, Hwan-in slowly rocked her hips back and forth with both hands.
Squelch, squish. Slosh. Slurp.
=Ahn! Benefactor... nim! Ah!=
The straining beauty collapsed onto his chest with a frail scream.
"......Ah."
His mind cleared fully. His throat worked. Hwan-in named the delicate beauty panting atop him.
"Ryuhi. Sorry..."
=Hng, no... it's fine. If Benefactor... needs it... hng!=
Feeling his penis buried in hot flesh and a spiritual touch like his own Warm Ki flowing through him, Hwan-in kept moving her hips.
"Thanks to you... I might actually survive now."
=Hng, glad to... help... eung!=
Even subtle grinding coaxed the balled warmth from her belly, slick and pleasurable, into his body via his penis.
No wonder—it throbbed like it might burst.
=B-benefactooor...!=
"......"
=Ahk, it hurts. Ghk, stop... too sensitive... ahn!=
He felt her inner walls clench hard, but Hwan-in didn't stop.
Strange. He'd never seen a woman climax this fast.
He'd had plenty of one-nights during dry spells; his experience wasn't shallow.
'Is it that warmth...? The womb's position matches it.'
Ryuhi couldn't understand her body's reactions either.
Her mother had taught her what happened between man and wife. And Hob had forced it on her countless times, just like that.
Back then, only pain. Agony like a knife in her gut, barely stifling screams, weeping at her fate.
Yet now, steeling for pain, she'd taken Benefactor's arm-thick member, far girthier and longer than Hob's...
=Haa...! ...Eup!!=
A fifth sensation like torment—but not pain—pierced her whole body. Ryuhi arched like a bow, screaming silently.
Gulping, shuddering, she inevitably slumped onto Hwan-in's chest.
Pleasure and pain were paper-thin.
Unawakened senses turned serial orgasms into something beyond either.
And after ten-odd minutes of drawing her warmth like tug-of-war, Hwan-in confirmed his condition had improved markedly.
The near-delirious chills and cold now felt like a bad flu.
=Hic... U... eung... eup...=
Gripping her slim hips and still moving, Hwan-in realized he couldn't absorb more.
'Limit per person? Or per time frame?'
The fist-sized warmth in her belly had shrunk slightly. But near her heart, it remained unchanged.
'Kissing maybe?'
Worth a try. Cupping her cheeks for a kiss, her eyes widened then fluttered shut.
His practiced tongue tangled with her recoiling, inexperienced one before parting.
'Kiss yields tiny amounts...'
Better than nothing, but ten or twenty minutes of just kissing? Nah.
Switching from cowgirl to missionary, Hwan-in spread her thighs and began slow thrusts.
Couldn't take more warmth, but he'd finish what he started.
=U... Benefactor... eung.=
He caressed her flushed cheek as she called his name in a trembling voice. Drawing on bedroom expertise, he guided her to a gentle peak.
'Stimulating that belly warmth makes women climax easier, no doubt.'
Even shallow strokes brought all the signs of arousal: pebbled areolae, stiff nipples, swollen labia flushed plump, clit engorged several times over.
=Auuu.=
The tremor started in her belly, spreading to her thighs.
Ryuhi clung tight, a soft moan escaping amid rising sensation.
Nothing like those five piercing intensities. Just a gentle, fluffy warmth in her belly and chest.
Moments later, amid pleasure caressing her like a tender hand, memories of Hob's violations brought tears.
Overwhelmed by the intense experience's mental toll and accumulated fatigue, she sank into deep sleep.
Hwan-in wiped her tears, releasing his seed deep inside her.
Poor condition dulled the pleasure; just a cool emptiness after ejaculation.
Feeling somewhat better, Hwan-in pulled Ryuhi's naked form close and drifted off again.
A good sleep should improve things more.