Chapter 59
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: The Man Who Awakens to a New World
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Yuteron laid out the gifts.
I thought they were bribes for Ashy, but that wasn't the case at all.
Most of them were things that seemed useful for me.
"Oh!"
Ashy showed interest.
A mithril-spun shirt and chainmail, practical boots prioritizing comfort, even a backpack with a completed subspace upgrade.
She fitted them onto me one by one, looking me up and down.
"I hope these aid you on your perilous journey."
Yuteron gazed at Ashy and me with a proud expression.
His eyes were bloodshot red, as if he hadn't slept a wink.
"Thanks, I'll put them to good use."
Ashy didn't refuse the gifts.
They were essentially bribes, but she accepted them gladly.
I slipped on the mithril chainmail and shirt.
I swung my arms around, testing the feel.
Ashy looked at me and asked,
"How's it feel?"
"Incredibly light. Feels like I'm wearing nothing."
Mithril, infused with the power of the heavens and called heavenly silver, was harder than iron yet far lighter...
A rare ore impossible to obtain.
Even a tiny amount boosted performance exponentially, but this seemed made with generous quantities.
'Especially this chainmail. It's amazing.'
I felt its worth the moment it settled on my shoulders.
No need for further checks.
I gladly accepted Yuteron's gifts and boarded the carriage.
I waved to Baron Yuteron, finishing our farewell.
"Please visit again someday, Hero!"
Yuteron clung on clingily.
Ashy didn't even glance back, ordering the coachman,
"Let's go."
— Yes, understood.
For reference, the coachman joining our journey was a priest dispatched from the church.
He seemed intent on properly supporting Ashy.
'It'd be great if we could just use a teleport mage, but no such luck.'
Teleportation required preparation.
It wasn't a spell one person could cast on a whim.
It demanded massive mana at minimum, plus intricate overlapping rituals to link spaces...
Not an easy feat.
The church had installed spatial transfer magic at each branch.
This minimized costs, but even so, it wasn't cheap enough for casual use.
Only for truly urgent situations.
That's why all heroes traveled by land.
They took ships to islands or sea routes, but otherwise relied on horses and carriages.
Neigh-!
The horses whinnied powerfully, kicking off.
We left Yuteron Baron's estate, passing paved roads.
Through the checkpoint, onto open fields.
The carriage wheels began picking up speed.
Being a small carriage, it moved quite fast.
I leaned back into the soft seat, staring blankly ahead.
There was a window in the back, but I didn't bother opening it.
Ashy looked bored too.
She just stared at me.
'...Won't she touch my dick? Doesn't she want to...?'
Normally, Ashy couldn't keep her hands off my dick.
No matter who was around, she'd indifferently slip her arm into my pants.
Once she started, she never stopped.
But today was different.
Ashy was leaving me alone.
She should've called me over and sat me on her lap ages ago.
'She doesn't want to touch it? But ignoring me like this is kinda...'
It felt off for no reason.
Her being so tame, when she used to grope me anytime, anywhere, made me anxious.
It didn't feel like she'd found another man or betrayed me—she wasn't the type anyway, and I knew that well.
Still, it felt strangely disappointing.
'Am I the pervert here?'
Even with the chastity cage on, unable to get hard or cum, I still preferred her touch.
Even if it just made me leak precum pitifully.
"Why?"
Whether she read my mind or not, Ashy tilted her head, looking at me.
Didn't seem like she was teasing.
She really had no intention of touching.
Too embarrassing to say outright, I clamped my mouth shut.
"I can tell what Puppy's thinking just from that puppy-eyed look."
Ashy giggled openly.
She crossed her arms under her chest, lifting her chin.
Her smug attitude was annoying.
"...So what do you think I'm thinking?"
A snappy tone burst out unexpectedly.
Not at all like the tough guy Kang Ajin.
"Hehe, not telling."
Ashy hummed a tune, turning her head away.
Avoiding my gaze, brushing it off vaguely.
Provocation.
Ashy was provoking me right now.
I didn't know why, but I accepted the challenge.
I wouldn't beg Ashy.
Until she ordered me to present my dick, I wouldn't plead.
Skinship when I couldn't even cum?
It was frustrating, even painful.
'This much is easy anyway.'
The carriage rattled on.
It bumped over rocks now and then.
"Eut."
My body shook slightly.
The Aneros tip buried in my ass jabbed my prostate.
Precum gushed out.
'Driving me crazy.'
My body wouldn't obey.
Not content with imagining Ashy's touch, it replayed ingrained pleasures.
Blood rushed below, trying to harden, but the cage squeezed my dick hard.
Even that felt good now.
"If Puppy begs his Master nicely... I might touch it as much as you want?"
Ashy met my eyes, grinning mischievously.
Her calm sky-blue eyes shimmered with desire.
As if seeing right through me.
Ashy spread her hand, palm up.
Then curled her fingers like grasping an egg.
Knead, knead.
Empty hand wiggling in the air, yet it felt lewd.
Like she was massaging my balls.
"Know how long to Alvheim?"
"About a week, right?"
"Once we reach Alvheim, we'll have the wedding right away and make a baby. So I need to stock up plenty of semen?"
"......"
She'd controlled my erections and orgasms from the start.
Now she was taking it further, banning them outright.
"Hehe, if Puppy begs really desperately, I might let him cum one last time. How's that?"
Ashy smirked slyly.
Different from her earlier grin.
Before, it was playful teasing; now her eyebrow arched like take it or leave it.
A week.
No cumming for a week?
Honestly, hard to imagine.
Stop the nightly milking, let sperm build up in my balls...
'Do I even have any pride left?'
Tough guy Kang Ajin was long dead.
I didn't know that guy.
I fumbled desperately with my belt, pleading to Ashy.
"Master, please touch my dick."
"If Puppy asks to be touched, I should, right? But... it doesn't feel desperate enough."
Ashy frowned, like something was lacking.
Her hand still kneaded the air, as if gripping something.
I dropped my pants and underwear, exposing my dick.
The cute pink chastity cage, balls dangling limp below.
I staggered over to Ashy.
Thrust my hips forward, placing my balls in her small, delicate palm.
"Hehe, huh. Puppy wants to be touched that bad?"
"Yes, yes."
"Just touching is enough?"
As she asked, Ashy cupped my balls.
She squeezed gently, then skillfully worked my dick with ease.
No pain at all.
Her familiar touch even brought relief.
"Huh? Satisfied with just this?"
"......"
I shook my head.
Just touching wasn't enough.
I craved something more intense.
"Gotta hold out a week, so make this last cum a good one."
Ashy pushed me back.
Leaned me against the seat like reclining.
Click-.
She unlocked the chastity cage with the key around her neck.
My dick hardened.
Ashy hooked her hands under my knees, lifting my legs.
She pressed my thighs down with both hands, lifting my ass.
"Ashy?"
"I'll send you off with a bang."
Schlick-.
Ashy pulled out the Aneros.
It slipped from my ass with a lewd sound.
Gel dripped from the hole, making my ass slick.
"Hup?!"
Slurp, slurrrp, lick!
Ashy grabbed my ankles one by one and started sucking my dick.
Her head bobbed wildly up and down, making obscene noises.
"Hauk...!"
"Feels good, right?"
She swallowed my balls and sucked hard, or thrust her tongue deep into my asshole—unleashing her full technique.
Dead set on milking me.
'Gotta hold out...!'
Instinct screamed.
Endure, hold on.
Last cum before a week banned—I wanted to savor it as long as possible.
"Eugh...!"
"Puppy's holding out pretty long?"
"Hoo, huuk, huuk!"
I glared at Ashy, eyes wide.
Perched precariously on the seat, back and waist barely touching, barely holding back orgasm.
Ashy smiled at my lips, caressing my ass.
Smack, she spanked my cheeks a couple times, then slathered saliva on her fingers.
Her spit-soaked fingers circled my asshole teasingly.
"Can go harder now, right?"
"......"
"While milking you, link that orgasm pleasure properly to your ass sensations..."
"Wait..."
"Puppy, hold your legs."
One leg dropped.
If I didn't grab it intentionally, the position would collapse.
Ashy ordered me.
Hold your own legs, spread your ass yourself.
I gripped my thighs.
Kept my legs from dropping.
Squelch-!
Ashy smiled satisfied, shoving fingers into my ass.
Middle and ring together, three knuckles deep in one go.
Squish, squish!
"Heut, hup!?"
Slurp, slurp!
Sucking my dick while fucking my ass.
Ashy tormented me until I came.
Front and back at once...
I couldn't hold out long and came in Ashy's mouth.
"Let's empty you completely."
Now Ashy was aroused.
Her nostrils flared as she dove onto my dick.
Slurp, slurp, slurrrrp!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch-!
"I'll turn Puppy's asshole into a total pussy."
"Stop, stop...!"
Ashy kept my dick in her mouth, unrelenting.
Fingers hooked in my ass like claws, scraping mercilessly inside.
Four more orgasms until I couldn't harden anymore...
Only then did I escape Ashy.
— ...We'll feed the horses lunch and set off again.
The carriage had stopped long ago; now I learned why.
"River nearby?"
— Yes, the horses need water.
"......"
Ashy looked down at me.
A single hair on her lips, my dick glistening with saliva, the carriage thick with night-bloom scent.
Needed a wash.
"Can't get up, huh?"
"......"
To Ashy's question, I nodded slowly.
Waist limp, couldn't stand.
Ashy scooped me up, heading to the nearby river.
We barely washed, then back to the carriage.
Ventilated the interior smell too.
— Departing now.
To Alvheim.