82. Ira and Her Black Eyes (Ira⭐︎)
We kept heading east until we reached the edge of the city.
There was a bulwark tower here too. The one on the west side had seen fierce fighting, but this side showed no signs of battle. The guards must not have made it around—no one was here. It was eerily quiet.
"Think we'll get in trouble if we climb up?"
Saying that, the two of us slipped inside. There was no lock; we got in without a hitch. Completely defenseless.
Just like the west tower, the first floor was a waiting room of sorts, with a spiral staircase leading up to the top.
As I started up the stairs, Ira grabbed my arm and held me back.
"Up there, you get a view of the whole city. Reach out your hand, and you could be its king. Down here, it's a dim room. I'm here with you."
Ira said it without changing expression.
I stopped climbing and pulled her close. Her face drew near. Her eyes were glistening. I stared deep, trying to read the emotions hidden there. But those black eyes were endlessly deep—I couldn't pierce to the core.
My gaze trailed down her elegant nose to her soft-looking lips.
"I hate Mash."
She kept her blank face, just following my eyes with hers.
"Resisting's pointless, you know."
I held her tight and sealed her lips with mine.
Savoring the soft feel of her lips, I slipped my tongue in the moment she parted them slightly.
After a bit of resistance, she tangled her tongue with mine.
"You planning to do it right here?"
Ira asked after we'd sucked on each other's lips for a while and finally broke apart.
"What're you talking about now?"
She'd basically invited me first—what was this?
I kissed her again while grabbing her breasts. They were overflowing handfuls, impossibly soft, sinking endlessly under my fingers.
"Nnh... mmph..."
Ira's moans stoked my arousal.
I slid the hand I'd moved behind her down to her ass and grabbed it. Just as soft. She leaned into me, clinging like she was melting.
"Mash, I have a favor to ask."
She whispered it right in my ear.
"What?"
"On second thought... never mind."
She pressed her lips to mine again.
"Then I have a favor to ask."
"What?"
"I'm freeing you from slavery in the next town after all. Stay with me. Tell me you won't go back to Lead."
She rubbed her forehead against mine and giggled softly.
"What's so funny?"
"You've got all these women around you who do whatever you want. My sister's one of them. Why aren't you satisfied? Cecily and I aren't needed anymore."
"I'm not satisfied. I want you to stay, Ira. I don't want you going to anyone else. Give me your answer."
"You only have ten years left to live, and you're still collecting us? What about the ones you leave behind?"
"...I haven't thought that far ahead. But Mizuki's in the same boat fate-wise. No matter what, I want to save her."
She pressed her index finger to my lips.
"Don't say names. Right now, everyone's in this world dead. It's just you and me."
"That's cheating. You brought up the others first, Ira. ...And you're jealous right now, aren't you? You really like me, don't you?"
"I really hate you. Hate you."
She scrunched her face. Then she kissed me. I kissed back. Our tongues intertwined, mixing saliva that tasted of nothing—just the warm slickness, the rough top and slippery underside swapping wildly, building the heat.
"Don't call me 'hated' in front of Fam."
"...No names. But next time, in front of her, I'll say I hate you and kiss you. She won't stop me."
"Maybe not."
I started stripping off her robe. She resisted.
"What if someone comes?"
"Hm? I'll spread your legs wide and brag that you're my woman."
I remembered saying the same thing to Cecily once.
"Unbelievable! From now on, I'm Myra. If we're caught, I'll say it was you and my sister!"
I pinned down her struggling form and stripped her bare, underwear and all. Her glossy pale skin gleamed.
A little plump, everything looked plush and yielding.
To keep her from grabbing her clothes, I stored them in my Storage.
"Go ahead and run if you want."
I pinched the bud at the tip of her breast.
"...Ngh."
A moan slipped out amid her breath. I kept teasing her nipple.
"Ira..."
"...Hm?"
"You haven't answered my request. Stay with me."
I pinched harder, and her body jolted.
"Nnh... If I say no, you won't free me from slavery?"
"I will. That part's separate."
I wasn't out to condemn this world's slavery system. It wasn't good, obviously, but stuff like what happened to Fam was beyond the pale. In a world without machines, slaves were vital labor. Selling yourself might stave off starvation, or support a family getting back on its feet. A necessary evil, maybe. But I stood outside that system. Like Mizuki said way back, I didn't have to get sucked into this world's ways.
Lost in those thoughts, her hand brushed my crotch.
"Don't zone out on me while I'm naked in a place like this."
She tugged my pants down and started stroking me directly.
"Mash, don't let go of Cecily."
"Ira, what about you?"
Her soft hand wriggled around my shaft, tempting me to release.
"When you're about to come, use my mouth."
She knelt down.
"Wait, Ira—I want to know how you feel."
"Mash, I like Cecily. I use you when I want to feel good. While I'm with you, do whatever you want with me. Even if Cecily and I get together, when I need a cock, I'll use yours. That means two convenient girls for you. So help me with Cecily."
With that, her eyes dropped to my dick.
Her worldview baffled me. Didn't ring true as her real feelings.
"If I said I liked you, it'd shatter the air around you holding everything together. Cecily too, My si—Myra even."
She latched onto the tip. I couldn't hold back the pre-cum, and she sucked it up.
Then she took me shallowly into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at my glans.
I slid deeper into her mouth. Watching my face, she started bobbing back and forth.
"Ngh."
The pleasure made me groan.
Her hands fondled my shaft and balls. That technique, her mouth's motion—I couldn't last minutes.
"Ira, gonna come."
Instead of nodding, she sped up her strokes.
Her hands gripped my thighs; she focused purely on her mouth.
I held her head and thrust to the hilt, unloading.
"Glrk."
She made a muffled noise and tried to pull away, but I held her until I finished.
When I let go, Ira coughed hard, spitting semen and drool.
"Seriously, I can't swallow it all! It won't fit!"
"S-sorry. Felt too damn good."
Ira was pissed. Saying it felt like it'd gone all the way might make it worse. I'd hold back next time.
Her blowjob was hands-down the best I'd had. Couldn't say that—made me think of her exes. Complicated feelings.
"I was gonna drink it all this time..."
She shot me a resentful glare.
"Give me my clothes."
"Nope. I wanna make it up to you."
"You already came... wait, you're good to go again?"
Ira clung to me and sucked a hickey onto my neck.
"Put one on me too, Mash. Somewhere obvious."
I obliged, sucking her neck. A red mark bloomed on her pale skin. She traced it with a finger.
"Later, I'll show this off to everyone while the three of us eat stollen with Cecily. Can't wait to see Cecily and Myra's faces."
Petty revenge for the blowjob, maybe? She said it so casually terrifying.
I had Ira face the wall, hands planted, ass toward me.
Big ass. Pink pucker in the cleft. Below, her slit—wet labia peeking out. Erotic as hell.
I pressed my index finger to her asshole. A little rub, and the tip sank in.
"Mm... Mash, you gonna put it in there?"
"Nah, you ever had it there before?"
"...Pervert."
"Say it, or I'll shove my finger all the way."
I pushed harder.
"N-no! Not there—that spot's trouble. Not today!"
"Fine, next time then."
"Ugh... okay, but guys tried a few times and it didn't work. Yours might, though."
Ira nodded, saying something awfully rude.
She'd called it big earlier—Mizuki's fault, somehow.
And casually flashing old flames to make me jealous? Stop that. Drove me nuts imagining it.
"...I thought you were the type who'd force me to spill my history and get off on it."
Ira glanced back, surprised. Guess it showed on my face.
"I wanna hear it all. But I don't."
I hugged her and kissed her.
"Next time, I'll tell you everything—from my first time to what Lead did. You just do all the stuff I haven't tried yet. Leave my next boyfriend with nothing to do."
"..."
Jealous? Happy? Hurt? No clue anymore.
Anyway, to shut her up, I kissed her again. Thrust my tongue deep, making sure she couldn't talk.
I kneaded her breasts—big, satisfying handfuls.
Hand trailed down her belly to her crotch. Already soaked enough to slide in.
Teased nipple and clit together.
"Ah... ahn... ah..."
Ira moaned. Finally back in my rhythm.
Was gonna torment her to climax like that when she let go of the wall and grabbed my arm.
"Mash, legs giving out... put it in already."
"Got it."
I nodded and pressed my dick to her entrance. She pushed back, eager to take it.
I thrust in.
"Aghoo..."
Her pussy softly enveloped me.
I savored the feel, still buried, admiring her.
Black hair parted in two, draping down. The part revealed her nape, flowing to a graceful backline, swelling into her ass. Just above where we joined, her asshole winked. To let her know I was watching, I grabbed her cheeks and spread them. She squirmed to close it.
That sight got me too riled; I started pumping.
Slow and shallow at first, building to big strokes.
My hips slapping her ass echoed in the dim room.
"Auh, auh, ahh, ahn... ah..."
Every smack drew a moan.
Ira reached back to me.
I took her hand, pulled her close. Shifted from doggy to side-on. I lifted one leg, holding her tight.
Kissing as I ramped up the pace.
"Mash, feels good..."
"Ira, me too... but gonna come."
"Yeah. Come inside!"
I pounded her hips. Held back as long as I could.
But not forever.
I erupted deep in her core.
"Auuuugh!"
Each spurt throbbed through me. Her pussy clenched like it was milking me.
We crushed together. Devoured each other's lips until my dick softened and slipped out.
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