The Falling Tree and Desperate Embrace
Yi Cho-rin clung desperately to the tilting tree. Below her, the troll waited patiently for her to come down. It had decided to let this easy prey fall into its hands rather than chase after a fleeing opponent. Watching the scene, Gaon raised his spear. Among his ranged attacks, only the javelin had the power to stop a troll. He drew in a deep breath, gathered all his mana to strengthen his body, and hurled the spear with explosive force.
“Uwaaack!!”
Kim Min-jun, who happened to be in the spear's path, ducked his head just in time to dodge it. By the moment he looked up, Gaon was already right in front of him. Gaon seized Kim Min-jun by the collar and charged forward.
“Gurk! F-fuck, let go of me!”
Even while carrying a grown man, Gaon's movements didn't slow in the slightest. In fact, by redirecting the mana he'd been circulating through his whole body to his legs alone, his speed kept accelerating. Logically, he should have been slower than running unburdened. But he clung to Kim Min-jun anyway—not just because he couldn't let the bastard escape, but because a use for him had come to mind.
In the meantime, the tree snapped completely and crashed to the ground. Yi Cho-rin had leaped off just in time, rolling across the dirt before spotting Gaon belatedly.
“Ah! G-Gaon!”
“Miss Yi Cho-rin. Run this way!”
The troll, which had been fixated on Yi Cho-rin, now had its forearm pierced by the incoming spear. But such a wound was hardly a serious blow to a troll. It yanked the spear free without hesitation and charged. Gaon hurled the Kim Min-jun in his grip at it with all his might.
“Uwaaa—fuck! You motherfucker!!”
For the bastard, it was infuriating to barely escape only to draw the troll's attention again. The problem was that his loud shout shifted the troll's focus from Yi Cho-rin to him. The troll, which had been reaching for her, swung its club like swatting a fly and sent Kim Min-jun flying.
“Kyaak!!”
What was a casual flick for the troll was devastating for a human. With a sickening crunch, Kim Min-jun folded like origami and slammed into the ground. Frothy blood bubbled from his mouth—likely a broken rib had punctured a lung. In that state, he had maybe five minutes at best.
By then, Gaon had successfully reunited with Yi Cho-rin.
“Gaon—ahh!?”
Yi Cho-rin had been on the brink of death but felt relief upon seeing Gaon. To her, he was someone she could trust at any moment. As she let out a sigh of relief and relaxed her expression, Gaon suddenly pulled her into his arms, cradling her protectively like something precious. Before she could even flinch in surprise, he spun his body around. Only then did she realize the troll had closed right in on them. Over his shoulder, she saw the club swinging down.
Ah, no!
In an instant, the club hurtled toward them. Before Yi Cho-rin could react, their bodies lifted into the air.
Thwuuump—!
The heavy impact echoed belatedly. Yi Cho-rin squeezed her eyes shut as her vision spun wildly. Kwajajajak! They flew about four meters high before crashing into the forest, branches battering their bodies. Leaves scraped her cheeks with sharp pain, and she desperately burrowed into Gaon's embrace. Though it lasted only a few seconds, it felt like an eternity to her. The shock transmitted through the club brought her agony. But if she felt this bad, what about Gaon, who had taken the direct hit? She couldn't suppress her worry.
What could she even do? For now, she clung tightly to him, finding solace in his lingering body heat.
After those few seconds, they hit the ground, tumbling across it until they slammed into a tree trunk and stopped. Another few seconds passed. Yi Cho-rin, having somewhat regained her senses, slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head.
“G-Gaon… are you okay?”
“……”
No response. Gaon lay still, eyes closed, holding her tight without a word. Blood soaked his mouth—evidence of internal bleeding from the blow. Dread overwhelmed her.
“G-Gaon! Pull yourself together! Gaon—!!”
Even as she told herself it couldn't be, visions of the worst flooded her mind. Tears streamed down as she shook his body, terrified of losing him now.
“Gaon, don't die! There's still so much I want to say… sob! I don't want it to end like this. Please, wake up!”
She could tell from touching him. It wasn't immediate death, but he could go anytime. His arm was completely shattered, bone protruding through flesh like a stark white spike—chilling to behold. And peeking through his torn T-shirt, his side was blackened and pulverized, inner organs ruptured, ribs undoubtedly all snapped.
Having assessed the damage, Yi Cho-rin broke into sobs and buried her face in his chest. Only now could she define her feelings. What this emotion toward Gaon truly was, this unfamiliar pounding she'd never felt before. Realizing it, she opened her mouth to confess her love to Gaon.
“What do you want to say?”
She didn't. Lifting her head at the familiar voice, she saw Gaon's usual impassive face. Her tears halted abruptly, embarrassed by her worry.
“G-Ga…on?”
“Yes, it's me. Could you move back a bit? My side hurts.”
“Ah, y-yes…”
Yi Cho-rin quickly pulled away at his pained expression. And she thought, What was I about to say?
She remembered, but now doubted if it was truly her feeling. Could she really harbor such emotions for this cold, rigid man? Admitting she'd fallen for him bruised her pride. It irked her that he'd stayed conscious but kept his eyes closed on purpose.
“So, what was it you wanted to say?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said there were things left unsaid.”
“It's nothing. Let's treat you first.”
Swallowing her aimless resentment, Yi Cho-rin placed her hand on his side. Healing came first. Good that he was lucid, but his condition was dire. Gaon showed so little emotion that others would be screaming in agony by now.
She manifested her mana to heal, but her reserves were far too low. Only one option remained.
“……I'm doing this because I have to.”
“Of course.”
Yi Cho-rin pulled down Gaon's pants and underwear, gripping his cock and stroking gently to avoid aggravating his side. But she noticed a difference from usual. It felt softer than normal.
“Gaon, it's all soft here?”
“……The injury's numbing the sensation.”
“Then…”
She'd heard this before, days ago. She could predict what came next. And sure enough:
“Could you show me your breasts?”
“……Just the breasts?”
“No. We need to have sex.”
“Pervert…”
Rarely did the ever-stoic Gaon show emotion, but it surfaced during sex. Subtle, but a faint gleam flickered in his eyes now. She half-suspected he'd taken the troll's hit on purpose for this. But knowing better, she clamped her lips and undressed. Unbuttoning her shirt, hiking up her bra to bare her breasts, sliding her panties aside to expose her pussy. Having done it once before, it wasn't as embarrassing. The urgency helped too.
The troll was still alive, currently tangling with goblins, orcs, and the Shin Segye group. Safe for now, but surrounded by enemies. Whichever side won, they'd come for Gaon and her next. They needed full recovery first.
Without hesitation, Yi Cho-rin straddled him and impaled herself on his cock. She rubbed her labia along it to spread her juices, gripped his shoulders, and sank down.
Squelch—
“Hnggh…!”
“Nngh…!”
Viscous insertion sounds mingled with their moans. Hot breaths and excited gazes met. Silently exchanging desire, they moved as one. As she rose on her thighs, Gaon supported her ass with his less-injured hand, easing the strain. Biting her lip, she slammed down again, his hot rod churning her depths like a fire poker. Moments ago soft and smaller, his cock now felt bigger and harder than ever, veins pulsing like a dragon ascending, radiating heat.
Squelch! Squelch!
“Hah! Ungh… haaang!”
Her pussy was drenched. Each thrust slathered his shaft greedily. Her tight lips parted as the ridged walls welcomed the glans; deeper, her custom hymen stimulated doubly with firm flesh. At the end waited her womb mouth, primed to suck semen, pulling at his urethra with fierce suction when pressed. Waist-shaking pleasure. Eye-blinding ecstasy drew gasps from Gaon. But it didn't end there. Her pussy was the main course, yet appetizers and dessert awaited. Circumstances had skipped straight to the main, but no one here would complain—especially not Chef Yi Cho-rin serving it up.
Best to savor everything properly from now on.
Slurp—
“Ahng! Gaon…”
As her breasts jiggled in circles with each grind, he bit one, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Feeling her hot breath on his ear, he marked the mound before sucking the hardened nipple hard. His hands busily kneaded her ass, pistoning faster. Pleasure waves overlapped before fading, building toward climax rapidly. Her walls tightened, shoulders twitching—her peak approached.
Gaon released the nipple, locked eyes with her, removed his hands from her ass, wrapped his arms around her waist, and yanked down hard.
Splurt—!
“Haaaang…!”
“Tight.”
“Yes… cum inside.”
Splaaash! Spluuuush—
With soul-squeezing fervor, Gaon ground his glans against her womb mouth and unleashed. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, painting her womb white. As the pleasure ebbed into afterglow, Gaon's senses picked up an approaching presence.
Above!
A chilling pressure bore down from overhead. Gaon snapped his eyes open, embraced Yi Cho-rin, and rolled aside.
Kwoooom!
Instantly, the massive club smashed the spot where they'd lain moments before.