Chapter 126
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 126
Chapter Title: End of Hunger
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Some might criticize me.
The little sister who was so tiny just moments ago, whom I've cared for like my own for nearly a decade—how could I reach out mere seconds after her appearance changed?
Then I would probably say this.
Not just me.
A child who waited only for me, ripened solely for me.
Approaching with the expectation of being harvested by my touch—who could possibly refuse her?
-Splash!
The pure white waist I pulled into my embrace soon sank below the surface with a small sound, following my touch.
Still veiled by the hot steam rising in the bathtub, she and I simply gazed at each other.
It was impossible to believe that just minutes ago, this was the little girl scampering about—this enchanting smile as Nesneria looked up at me.
At the same time, her soft feminine form slipped slyly into mine, warm and yielding like freshly baked bread.
-Squish.
The plush sensation pressing against my chest.
Instead of the flat, gum-like nothing from moments ago, two elastic, tender mounds now met my chest.
"!?"
"Hng?"
Not some inexperienced boy, yet that soft texture and the squishy give at the tips sent a jolt through me like electricity.
Nesneria blinked her round eyes in confusion at my reaction, then turned to me with a sly little grin.
"...Aha♥"
A beautiful sea spirit so perfect that crediting her to some bungling god of this world would be an insult.
Her face, hovering somewhere between girl and woman, was the crystallization of bewitching allure that imprisoned the viewer's gaze.
A glistening white forehead damp with moisture, flushed soft ears and nose, cheeks sparkling red in seductive invitation, begging to be harvested without delay.
Her deep ocean-blue eyes gazed up at me, thick with sticky desire and affection, silently pleading for the man before her to embrace her, kiss her, love her as quickly as possible.
And those jewel-like lips, shimmering with fatal temptation, were dyed a luscious cherry hue to lure me in.
"You... which side are you on, exactly?"
"Hng~? What do you mean~?"
The white tidal wave that had shoved me into this world didn't stop at a fleeting rush but surged relentlessly to its end.
In truth, I was the victim swept away by that tsunami.
"You know, me. Right now..."
"...."
"The, the mood..."
Not even enough for some ice-breaking banter, and Neri merely swayed before me with that deep smile.
Yet as if reading something in my eyes, the beautiful fairy forgot even her smile and stared blankly into mine.
"...."
"...."
-Gulp.
Before delicious food, saliva naturally pools in the mouth.
Especially when mingled with long-awaited longing and the pangs of prolonged starvation—the body's craving grows ever fiercer.
The sound of swallowing echoing through the bathroom belonged to both of us; no point in debating it.
Neri—no, Nesneria now before my eyes—had been starving for so long.
Bound by the prophecy since birth, she hid her true heart, suppressed her desires beneath a child's form, and circled me all this time.
And now the white flower bud had bloomed at an utterly unexpected moment, swaying seductively toward me.
Tempted by those petals, thirst crashed over me in an instant.
In this Greece, where ragged male-female breaths inevitably drift from secluded woods or doors with poor soundproofing.
Whatever my past life, in this one I remained a virgin—and unintentionally preserved it here of all places.
Of course, chances to taste a woman's body had come often since arriving.
Beautiful nymphs casting peculiar glances now and then, or the outright bold invitations for a night from Aphrodite and Ares' daughters.
Even lately, external commissions brought daily marriage proposals from nearby kingdoms, and post-quest banquets featured multiple sticky seductions from stunning women.
In the old days, I would've taken any who came, undone belts, and savored every feminine form.
But the first woman I laid eyes on in this world was the beautiful nymph Neri.
And the first I truly clashed with was Atalanta, one of this myth's famed beauties.
Just yesterday, even the proud crescent moon Artemis melted beneath my hands, crying out in ecstasy.
One who has tasted heavenly nectar can never quench their thirst with earthly wines or delicacies, they say.
With this myth's most renowned beauties and nymphs already etched in my mind...
No temptress could stir my heart.
And since I could fully control my body's urges, arousal never led to losing myself in lust—I just muddled through.
Yet this pristine white nude before me, this beautiful spirit gazing up—the sight exploded all my forgotten desires and hot blood in a flash.
"Dia... haup!?"
The first instinctual lunge went straight for those sweetly glistening lips.
-Chuuup!
Lips met and fused, and I seized the parting to plunge right in.
-Churrup!
"Mm..! Mmmp!?"
Startled by my sudden offensive, Nesneria wriggled, staring at me with wide eyes.
Any creature instinctively rejects foreign intrusions into its body.
Nesneria was no exception—despite her seductive form, an untouched virgin innocent to men, so my tongue suddenly tangling with her tender flesh naturally shocked her.
Our deepest intimacy until now had been light goodnight kisses before bed.
This deep, intense caress was her first.
In my right mind, I'd have pulled back here, given her time to catch her breath and prepare to accept me.
But knowing this fatally bewitching woman smiling at me remained so purely innocent... it poured fuel on my raging desire.
And this small, fragile body pressed to mine?
Her instinctively tensing frame, tiny hands flailing to push me away, white thighs quivering below the surface, elegant legs trembling.
Even her eyes—once blindingly alluring, now brimming with pleas and fear—were a lethal temptation, pushing a man's conquest lust and sadism to the brink.
-Chuuup!
My arm around her slender waist morphed into a hunter's noose in an instant.
The hand cradling her pale, soft shoulder seized her head, sealing any chance of escape.
"Mmph! Mmp!"
-Splash! Splash!
Like a frail deer snared in a hunter's trap, Nesneria's struggles whipped the tub into a storm—but all futile resistance.
I want to taste everything.
That single thought consumed me.
Pomegranate-shining lips, deep blue eyes soaked in stickiness, disheveled cascades of white silver hair.
Slender shoulders and tempting waist, long legs submerged below, the cute secret hidden beneath clenched silver curls.
The desire to devour every inch of the woman Nesneria knew no end—and she, who had unwittingly lit this fire, would pay the price in full.
"Uuum!"
Does this prey, breath choked off, not know her struggles only stoke the hunter's sadism?
Time to drill it into this frail thing glaring defiance: who holds the reins now.
'You provoked me so boldly until now?'
What gave her the nerve to tease like this?
Even traces of pity and absurdity transmuted into desire as I redoubled my assault on her.
"Huuup...."
"Chuuup!?"
I began slowly devouring her firmly pinned lips, sweet saliva, thick breaths.
In moments, the spirit's sweet lungfuls and pooled nectar flowed from her tongue to mine, into my mouth.
With each stolen breath, those blue eyes—stained with rejection and shock—began melting hazily, like wandering a dream.
"Chuuu..."
"Chuhup..."
Ears rang with breaths and saliva's lewd symphony.
Her melted gaze fixed solely on my black pupils.
And her body, slowly crumbling, lending its full weight in languid surrender—the perfect prey, my absolute favorite.
Especially those reason-dissolved, hazy eyes—they stiffened my lower half in seconds.
"U..uum..."
Whether from long-dormant bodily urges igniting, or because my partner was Nesneria—the one who ultimately shoved me into this world.
I momentarily lost track of timing, lost in admiring her nude form and eyes.
'Oh crap!'
Seeing her eyes spinning from breath deprivation, I yanked my lips free in haste.
-Chuuup!
Nearly vacuum-sealed lips made a brain-melting sound even in parting.
But right now, Neri's condition mattered most.
"Paha!"
"Neri? Y-you okay?"
"Hah, hah..."
Neri, half-suffocated to the brink of blackout.
Regret surging, I caught her slumping body and pulled her into my arms.
"Haa... haa..."
"Neri? Neri?"
I held her carefully against me to let her breathe, stroking her back.
Each pass of my hand over silk-smooth skin steadied her breaths, vitality seeping back into her limp form bit by bit.
"Di, Dia..."
"Neri?"
Face nestled on my shoulder as she caught her breath, Neri whispered faintly into my ear.
"Dizzy? Hurt anywhere?"
"Why..."
Why?
Had I been too forceful, scaring her?
As I squeezed my eyes shut in self-recrimination for blowing it age-inappropriately, Neri's lips crept slyly to my ear.
And whispered a line I never saw coming.
"Why... did you stop?"
"Keep going. Continue."
"Beyond this. Further."
...A siren's song if ever there was one, bewitching and irresistible.