Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: A World That Watches
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Entering the village chief's house—a two-story building similar in size to Yul-kam's—Hwan-in sensed, as expected, that there was no one else inside.
Watching Hwan-in look around the house, Mera felt her heart pounding for the first time in twenty years since her husband's death. She spoke in a soft, sweet voice.
"My husband passed away twenty years ago, and my children are all grown and living independently. It's just me here. The house is too big for one person, but I keep it clean for esteemed guests like you, Soul Shaman."
"You've remained chaste for twenty years. That must have been hard."
"Chaste? Oh, no, that's not it at all. After inheriting the village chief position from my husband, I was just too busy scraping by to think of anything else."
Mera felt her cheeks warm at Hwan-in's words, which seemed considerate of her. She chuckled softly and brought out a thirty-year-old wine she'd prepared for special guests from the underground storage, along with aged cheese wrapped in paper.
Pressing the paper lightly, she confirmed it was perfectly soft and matured.
Mera served the wine in two glasses, sliced bread to go with the cheese, and lightly grilled some bacon. As she tended to Hwan-in, she stole endless glances at his face under the soft lantern light.
Thick, sharp eyebrows. Piercing eyes with matching dark pupils. An elegant nose bridge and a rugged, masculine jawline.
It was a sharpness she could never feel from the beast-headed men of her own kind. Mera's heart, dormant for over twenty years, began race and radiate heat.
"I see... So a mixed-blood appeared. That means Yul-kam has received a great favor from you, Soul Shaman."
"We were lucky. If I'd been even a little later, the mixed-blood would have brought disaster."
"Oh dear, that's frightening. If something like that happened in our village, I... "
She shuddered as if she couldn't bear it, while subtly propping her lower chest with her forearm to emphasize her ample bosom.
Mera was confident her figure could rival any young woman's.
In fact, some of the village's young men eyed her with lustful gazes.
If she weren't Etbrook's village chief, she might have dragged one of those men to her bed. But in Etbrook, where men were even scarcer than in other villages, young men were a precious resource.
Resources that needed to pair with many young, fertile women to produce healthy children and grow the population.
It was unthinkable for an old woman like her to interfere, seducing the village's youth for such a vital task.
'But the Soul Shaman is different.'
Mera even felt grateful toward Katerus's father, Ich an. Thanks to him, she could connect with the Soul Shaman faster than anyone in the village.
"My goodness! You stayed in a Rank-6 labyrinth near Oljort Lake?!"
"Yes. By chance, I rescued some girls captured by monsters, and from then on, luck seemed to be on my side. Otherwise, my stay in the labyrinth might have dragged on, or I might not have escaped at all."
"It must be the Beast God's nod to your good deed. You didn't turn away those poor girls."
"I think it's less their blessing and more that the girls handled everything outside of combat with utmost sincerity. As you can see, Village Chief, I'm..."
Hwan-in flashed a grin.
Mera's heart skipped, and her lower belly fluttered at her smile.
The Soul Shaman's speech was refined, his manners impeccable, and his conversational skills so engaging that just talking to him made her feel ten years younger.
As they chatted, she realized it. He was accepting her subtle advances!
What now? How to lure him to bed naturally, without awkwardness.
Her mind was already there. They just needed to go to the bedroom...
Then Hwan-in's words made her heart—and womb—throb.
"The inn is a bit noisy. Would it be alright if I stayed at your house during my time in Etbrook?"
"Oh, of course! If anything, I'm sorry. I should have invited you first..."
"It's fine. Could you show me the room I'll use? I'd appreciate it."
"Yes, this way..."
Mera led Hwan-in to the best room in the house.
The bed in the roughly 100-square-foot room was a double made of walnut, with a premium mattress stuffed with cotton, not straw.
The cabinets, table, chairs, coat rack, and wardrobe were all handcrafted by Mera with great care. The rug on the floor was a masterpiece she'd made with the village's young women.
Drawing from her stay at the village's upscale inn—where even tiger tribesmen occasionally lodged—she was confident the Soul Shaman would be pleased.
This room was prepared precisely for such honored visitors.
But to Hwan-in, from the modern world, it was just a rustic wooden room with a vintage feel.
Entering, he glanced around briefly before wrapping an arm around Mera's slender waist—it fit perfectly in one hand—and kissed her without preamble.
A faint cheese scent, deep wine aroma, and flavor emanated from her lips.
"Mmph...!"
Mera felt like lightning had struck her crown, leaving her breathless. She hadn't expected him to pounce the moment they entered!
His rough kneading of her breasts made her gasp softly as she looked up at him, instinctively going bow-legged and trembling slightly.
His eyes weren't the sweet, mannerly gaze from downstairs. They were the eyes of a beast.
He's going to devour me.
The thought that he'd eat her tonight ignited her senses, wetting her thoroughly—to her own surprise—as she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered.
"Are you... going to make a total mess of me tonight...?"
"I'll make sure you can't even walk tomorrow."
His growling voice made her womb clench tight.
She climaxed lightly from his voice alone.
"Ah!"
Thrown onto the bed, Mera let out a small moan from the impact. She gulped as she watched the muscular man approach, stripping.
In just square boxer-style underwear, Hwan-in loomed over her frail body and lightly licked her wrinkle-free neck.
The fruit-scented soap wasn't unpleasant.
"Hng!"
Slipping a hand under her nightgown to grab her bare breast, he felt its pudding-like jiggle between his fingers.
Licking her nape and collarbone, he hiked up her dress-like nightgown and slid his hand into her panties.
"Haa..."
His hand, heading past the mound to the valley within, paused at the tickle of soft, fine pubic hair like down feathers. He savored the velvety texture.
'Fascinating. This isn't pubic hair; it's like wool.'
Maybe because they were human-sheep folk.
Its unnatural softness tempted him to graze it lightly with his nails, making Mera tremble bow-legged.
"Ahng..."
'Her whole body is an erogenous zone.'
Every touch aroused her. Her inner thighs were flooded, soaking her nightgown.
Hwan-in roughly stripped off her nightgown. As expected, no bra—her bare breasts bounced free.
Gripping her left breast hard and biting the tip, a faint milky scent rose.
Didn't she say her kids were independent? Why was there milk? And was it really breast milk? It tasted nutty, like goat's milk.
He'd planned to lick briefly and move down, but the firm nipple and smooth skin were delicious.
Sucking eagerly, he slid his right hand lower to caress the overflowing valley soaking everything around.
His thumb rubbed her clit hood; his middle finger teased the entrance, circling lightly.
"Haaang?! Uuung...!"
Mera lost her mind to the storm of pleasure inside her.
Smooth, hairless fingers and lips toying with her breasts and pussy made her shudder repeatedly.
Had skin-on-skin friction felt this good? She'd thought furry fingers brushing her crotch felt like soft feathers, but now she'd never think that again.
"Mera, how old are you?"
"Hng, you're awful... Because I'm an old woman... Does it bother you...?"
She'd be sad if so, but his next words made her belly ring.
"No way. Widowed twenty years means you're over forty, but your tightness rivals any young girl's. That's why I asked."
Simultaneously, something slender and long thrust into her depths, drawing a short, intense moan.
"Hk!"
Tasty...? My pussy? As good as a young girl's?
"Your breasts are so perky. No flab on your belly or sides. You look as beautiful as any twenty-something."
His fingers unabashedly scratching her sensitive spots, combined with his piercing words, made her feel like she was going insane.
Spreading her arms, she hugged his head, pleading tearfully.
"Please, enough teasing... Put your thick cock in me, Soul Shaman..."
"You'll be fine."
His hand from between her thighs was drenched in her juices.
Stripping off his underwear, Hwan-in smeared her slick fluids over his angry erection.
"Spread yourself."
"..."
At the commander's order, Mera blushed but parted her thighs, pulling her outer lips aside to expose her pink flesh.
Her clam-like entrance drooled clear fluid.
Hwan-in aimed his weapon at the gaping hole. Slowly pushing in, slick walls wriggled to envelop him tightly.
Having embraced over twenty women in this world, Hwan-in ranked this pussy among the best.
Its winding, wrinkled walls swelled fully, filling him snugly.
He thrust deeper.
The glans parted the walls and hit bottom; Mera locked her legs around her waist, groaning.
"Ah, it's too... big. It reaches places my husband's never did...!"
To Mera—who'd sampled men before marriage and only her husband after—Hwan-in's cock was a true monster.
Her tribesmen's were short and blunt, swelling fist-like at the tip during sex, forcing her open painfully.
But the Soul Shaman's filled her perfectly, thrillingly.
As it slowly stirred her depths, she felt she'd lose her mind.
This was a weapon. One that drove women mad.
"So this is a widow's taste."
"Hak, Soul Shaman, aa! Soul Mas... ter...!!"
Unlike the virgins from Yul-kam, the grip was different. The cervix wasn't hard but soft.
A bit more force, and he could breach it.
But he preferred the warm, wriggling squeeze, so he pistoned slowly until she wailed.
"%!＠#%^&%~!? ＠#!%$%%#="
About thirty minutes later.
Feeling her belly tense for the seventh time and her walls contract fiercely, he sped up. Mera arched, flailing like a fish with garbled cries.
Hwan-in smirked.
Her ripe body or the wine made her climax easily.
"Brhnggrk, ubububu!"
Her unintelligible wails annoyed him slightly. Grabbing her hips, he flipped her, pinned her pelvis, and pounded mercilessly.
Her outer lips gaped with each thrust of his child-fist-sized cock; her white legs flailed, but pinned, she was just a meat hole to him.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Each impact on her plump ass echoed lewdly, juices splattering.
"Hk!! Kk! Kkhk! Grk...! Hk...! Mmph...! ...!"
Her cries dwindled. Soon, only choked gurgles.
The weapon piercing her womb like a drill. Woman's own drug, robbing her senses.
Hwan-in saw her eyes rolling sideways, tongue lolling despite no asphyxiation.
'Cum once, rest, then continue.'
Daily Warm Ki was limited. After ten days without women post-Yul-kam orgy, he was thirsty.
His intensity synergized with her sensitivity.
More, and he'd fuck a limp, unconscious corpse.
He'd absorb Ki, rest intermittently, and devour her all night.
Teasing the entrance shallowly built his release quickly.
At the brink, he hilted deep, flooding her wrinkles with thick semen.
"Ut..."
"Huu...!"
Her quivering hips amplified his pleasure.
Pulling out post-orgasm, her backed-up juices overflowed, staining the sheets.
"..."
He kneaded her cat-stretch arched ass, then spanked it—ripples spread over the smooth skin.
Rubbing her swollen clit, her back muscles twitched; a dying moan escaped.
Exhausted but conscious.
Thrusting index and middle fingers into her pussy, stirring, while yanking her white hair and whispering in her ear.
"You didn't tempt me just to end like this."
"Hk, huu... Uk."
"Dawn's far off. To satisfy me, stay sharp."
Each whisper made her walls nibble his fingers.
"Tighten better with a clear head. You can do it?"
"Y-yes, yhehes... I'll do... my best... haat...!"
"Good girl."
His stroking smile melted her brain like drugged bliss.
She could only clench desperately around whatever entered her.