Chapter 97: The Guard and the Inn (16)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 97: The Guard and the Inn (16)
Having reached orgasm, Izumi wore the expression of a female in heat. Her waist arched high like someone performing a reverse plank, and her breasts, pulled upward by her captured nipples, quivered.
It was amusing to see how her breasts changed shape just by grabbing those tiny nipples, which were small compared to her large mounds. It was delightful to see her breasts, which had looked like beads of water resting on a coin, transform into the shape of raindrops from a painting.
I toyed with Izumi’s nipples like a child with a new toy. I pulled the hard tips taut, pinched them with my nails, let them go so they could return to their original shape, and then pulled them again.
"Higuuuut! It hurts..."
Unable to bear it any longer, Izumi pleaded. Her voice held not just pain, but a deep sense of rapture. It seemed Izumi had a masochistic streak, just like Mehya.
"Massages are supposed to be painful."
"This isn't a massage..."
"Uh-uh. Why are you doubting your masseur? This is a massage intended to restore your areolas to a healthy pink."
Sternly brushing off her whining, I caught a nipple between two fingers. I used the joints of my index and middle fingers aggressively to rub the tip.
"The color changed because other people kept sucking on them, didn't it? I bet they were definitely pink back when you were a virgin."
"No. They’ve always been this color."
"You know what? I really hate liars. If you aren't honest with me, I’m going to stop the massage."
When Izumi didn't answer immediately, I tormented her nipples even more. After stroking her breasts and repeating the nipple-pinching a few more times, Izumi finally surrendered.
"Haah... To be honest, they got a bit darker after I had Tiarushi."
"Childbirth is a noble thing. Since you gave birth to such a lovely daughter, I’ll let it slide."
Finally, I pinched Izumi’s nipple and pulled it upward until it reached my face. I gave it a single lick with my tongue before letting go.
"Hauaaaatt!!"
She reached another climax just from that. The other women hadn't been quite this sensitive. Her nipples were a major erogenous zone. How did she even raise Tiarushi with nipples this sensitive? She must have been turned on every time she fed the baby.
Even though I had stopped the caressing disguised as a massage, Izumi was struggling. She panted heavily, savoring the afterglow of an orgasm she hadn't felt in a long time.
As expected of a married woman. Her reactions were different from a virgin's. Because she knew the touch of a man, there was a certain thrill in pleasuring her.
Watching her breasts rise and fall repeatedly made my own heart race. Back in the modern world, I’d heard some nonsense about how looking at a woman’s breasts increases your lifespan; maybe it wasn't entirely nonsense after all.
The "ripened red fruit" was particularly enticing. As expected of the massage technique I learned from Mehya. It had briefly turned those brown nipples pink.
Once the nipples recovered, they would likely return to an even deeper brown, but I could just massage them again then.
"Izumi-san. Do you want to see your breasts? The massage is working."
"Hnghh. Did they really change because of the massage?"
"Yes. They’re prettier than most women's, aren't they?"
"..."
I guess she couldn't bring herself to agree. I stroked Izumi’s soft belly. The women I’d been with recently were guards or knights, so they all had defined abs. Tasting a civilian’s belly for the first time in a while felt as fluffy as a chiffon cake.
When I poked her navel with my thumb, Izumi twisted her waist.
"Stay still. Your posture is like this even when you're lying down; no wonder your body is in bad shape. Let me correct it for you."
I grabbed both sides of Izumi’s waist and began tickling her under the guise of a massage.
"Ehehe. That tickles."
"This is what a massage is like. It’s better than it being painful, right?"
"Ehehehe. It is, but... hehehehe. Is it?"
This one was a tough opponent. Should I perform the '100 Greatest Side-Splitting Jokes' and launch a mental attack too? Since that was a forbidden technique that would damage even me, I focused the sensation in my hands instead.
I slid my palms over her flanks, which were slippery with oil. At the same time, I applied varying pressure with my ten fingers, rubbing the soft flesh of her waist.
The yielding flesh shook, tickling Izumi intensely.
"Ahahaha! St-Stop! Ahahaha!"
She finally yielded. After pinning her flailing legs down with my thighs, I pulled her panties down.
Her unkempt black pussy hair and slightly parted labia majora were revealed. I hadn't expected much since she was a married woman, but her pussy was actually quite pretty.
It wasn't a "pink pussy" that caused an instant erection just by looking at it, but it was close to her skin tone. I could give it a perfect score simply because it wasn't dark like that ugly hunter I saw at the checkpoint.
I also wanted to give high marks to her pussy lips, which hadn't lost their elasticity despite her age. As expected of a woman with some meat on her bones, her pussy was plump and looked delicious.
Of course, it was less plump compared to Iruna’s "pink macaron pussy." Considering their overall physiques, Iruna was slimmer, yet she had more flesh on her pussy. Truly, Iruna was the ultimate cock-sheath.
"Izumi-san, you have a lot of flesh here, don't you?"
"Don't stare so intently..."
Despite her shyness, Izumi subtly spread her legs. As expected of a character in an eroge world. And a married woman at that. She was unfazed by this level of exposure.
Why didn't a beauty like this appear in the eroge? She would have been a thief stealing the tissues of countless masturbators. The creator clearly had no taste.
"And what do you mean, 'a lot of flesh'? I’ve been self-conscious about that."
This wasn't a line to seduce me; it was her honest feelings coming from genuine embarrassment. To be ashamed despite having such a magnificent body. I would have to teach her about her charms today.
"Don't be ashamed. Why be embarrassed when you're this attractive? Especially these thighs."
I gripped both of Izumi’s thighs, which were too thick to be fully encircled by one hand. My hands sank into the soft flesh. What dangerous thighs these were. If I had a lap pillow here while sucking on her breasts and getting a handjob, I’d probably turn into a baby.
I should make Iruna do that later.
"I-Is this a massage too?"
"That was the excuse I used."
"Huh? An excuse?"
"Be quiet."
I applied pressure and pressed firmly into her inner thighs. Izumi reacted instantly.
"Hauk?"
"Because you have such plump thighs, the customers in the shop must have been staring. I’m releasing the tension from the muscles that have condensed all those men's gazes."
"Can gazes even condense like that...?"
"I just felt like saying it."
My hand gradually moved upward. The back of my hand brushed against her pussy, which was radiating a damp heat.
Her pussy, desperate for sex, soaked the back of my hand. A virgin might have mistaken it for oil, but not me. This was pussy juice.
"Your pussy is so fleshy it looks soft. I’m sure it’ll wrap around whatever goes inside very gently."
"Hguuuk..."
"As expected, the texture is wonderful. It’s like a marshmallow. The sensitivity is good, too. I only touched the labia, but your clitoris is already standing up."
"Th-There is off-limits. This isn't a massage anymore."
"Who cares."
I grabbed Izumi’s resisting thighs and forced them apart. After her half-hearted resistance, Izumi spread her legs as if she had no choice.
The labia majora parted, revealing her pussy hole. The hole, which knew the taste of a man’s cock, fluttered as if begging me to hurry up and put it in.
"Then at least let's move to another room. My husband is watching."
"What can a man who hasn't even regained consciousness see? As long as the two of us keep our mouths shut, no one will ever know what happened here. If anyone gets suspicious, you can just make the excuse that you were getting a massage."
I pulled down my pants and revealed my giant cock to the world. My furious little friend throbbed, screaming its desire to violate Izumi.
Upon hearing the cock’s roar, juice poured from Izumi’s pussy. Izumi herself couldn't take her eyes off it.
"Haah..."
With a hand to her cheek, she murmured dreamily.
"What a truly big and beautiful cock... It doesn't even compare to my husband's."
"Of course. You’d have to bring an Orc to find something comparable to me."
Advancing on my knees, I pressed my meat pole against her pussy. I hadn't even intended to insert it yet, but the married woman’s pussy took the initiative and bit the tip of my glans.
The cozy pussy flesh tickled the glans. What terrifying receptiveness. At this rate, she was at least 0.5 Mamang.
For the record, 1 Mamang is equal to 1 Iruna.
Izumi, who had been unconsciously swaying her hips and rubbing her pussy against my cock, suddenly snapped back to her senses.
"I beg of you, Lord Sma. Could we please go to the next room?"
"You're making this difficult. Then let's do this."
Izumi leaned in to listen. I couldn't let my guard down when the glans was already halfway inside her pussy. I thrust my cock all the way in while pulling Izumi into an embrace.
"Hguaaaaaat!!!!"
Izumi’s legs shot up toward the ceiling. Beneath her V-spread legs, my cock was buried to the hilt, hair meeting hair.
Her waist arched like a bow, and her nipples, which had returned to their original color, stood stiffly.
The biggest change was Izumi’s expression. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing was ragged, and her mouth hung open—the very picture of a depraved female.
The only disappointment was that her lower abdomen didn't bulge in the shape of my cock. It seemed to be buried under the plump flesh of her belly.
That was one of the joys of sex, so it was a bit of a shame. Her pussy, which occasionally regained its senses even while being overwhelmed by pleasure, tightened around my cock in response to the intense change.
"I-It’s inside..."
"Izumi-san. Think of it this way. This isn't sex. It’s a massage. A massage is supposed to relax the muscles of the entire body, right? I’m simply using this tool called a cock to massage your vaginal muscles."
Before Izumi could respond, I smothered her lips with mine. Savoring her passionately moving lips, I put my weight into my lower body. The fully inserted glans pressed down as if to crush her cervix.
I felt the prominent protrusions from her breasts pressed against me. They were so hard from excitement that they felt as firm as my own muscles.
I began the piston motion. When pulling out, I went slowly so Izumi could feel every bit of it. As if savoring every single wrinkle of her vagina with my glans, I moved carefully, like handling a fragile antique.
And when inserting, I used my body weight to pierce her pussy in one go. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed lewdly. With every thrust, Izumi’s breath escaped into my mouth.
It really was an excellent pussy. It lacked the tightness of my other women, or even Rico, but in its place was an overwhelming coziness. It felt as if it were kindly wrapping around my cock and cheering me on for working so hard. This was the pussy of a married woman. It made me realize why Westerners have a MILF fetish.
Wanting to enjoy that cozy tightness, I swiveled my hips in a circular motion. When the kiss ended, Izumi licked her lips as if she wanted more.
"Hua... I see. Just as Lord Sma said, this is a massage."
"That's right. It’s just a massage. Are your muscles feeling relaxed?"
"...No."
Izumi hugged me tight. Her hands moved up and down my broad back as if she wanted to touch every inch of it. Then, pressing her thighs against my pelvis, she wrapped her legs around my waist.
"It’s still not enough. So please, continue the massage."