The Two Faces of Our Relationship (2)
"No, fuck! Why the hell does my right ankle keep twisting like this!"
"Master, I already told you earlier. You can't just dump all the mana you've pulled up from your lower dantian straight through your knee ligaments. You have to let it flow smoothly out through your toes while settling your weight into it, remember? Come on, try again. This time I'll hold your hips from behind."
The empty lot behind the inn. Covered in mud and cursing under my breath, I glared at the ground while Elara watched me with a mix of exasperation and strange delight. This scene had already become routine.
It had been a week since I started learning the 'Shadow Steps' manual Silas had given me.
For the first few days, I had tried to keep up the act—jaw clenched, posture stiff, playing the cold, arrogant master. But no matter how high my stats were, my actual body coordination was pathetic. I ended up face-planting in the mud dozens of times a day, nosebleeds and all.
In the end, trying to cram a perfect Silver-rank thief's techniques into my skull meant rolling around in the dirt until my flimsy villain cosplay completely fell apart.
"Agh, seriously! How am I supposed to know what 'settling your weight' feels like? They don't teach this crap on Earth!"
"Master, now isn't the time to complain. Your hips keep rising, so your center keeps breaking. I don't know what Earth is, but your sense for using your body is worse than the kids in our guild's back alleys. What a waste of a perfectly good body."
Elara clicked her tongue and tossed me a waterskin. I caught it with mud-caked hands and gulped it down.
As time passed, our relationship had twisted into something strange.
I no longer forced her into obedience. I didn't need to grab her leash and act cruel anymore; I had already admitted that her Silver-rank combat knowledge and information about this world were essential for my survival. Elara, for her part, had long since seen through the "ordinary outsider" hiding behind my clumsy bluster.
We had naturally settled into the distance of partners—or perhaps comrades—who simply fulfilled each other's needs. By day, she became a strict teacher and helper correcting my sloppy movements, while I served as her reliable shield.
But this peaceful, rational partnership came with one unavoidable, instinctual price that arrived every night and every morning.
The next dawn.
Before the sun had even risen, in the dim inn room on the bed, I lay tossing and turning with a deep frown, breathing roughly.
"Kgh……"
The moment the phantom of the massive ogre that had tried to tear me apart in my dream lunged at me, my eyes snapped open.
The permanent tattoos drawn in ogre blood on my chest and thighs. These cursed marks granted me steel-like endurance and beastly strength, but they also forced a brutal side effect on me every single morning.
The ogre's explosive vitality and virility condensed during sleep, erupting at dawn into an erection that far exceeded human limits.
"Haa, fuck…… This is insane."
I kicked off the blanket and looked down.
My center was already swollen to the point of pain, straining violently against my underwear as if it might tear through. This wasn't a normal erection. It was a violent, forced state of arousal where the beast's blood boiled and my brain was directly ordered to expel energy through mating. The thick ogre scent and musk rose from my body in waves.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my throbbing penis. Just as I thought I needed to suppress this wretched lust with reason—
Swish—
A soft rustle of blankets came from the foot of the bed.
Before I could even flinch and look down, something hot and soft slipped under the covers, stroking the inside of my thigh as it crawled upward.
"……Elara?"
There was no answer to my cracked voice. Instead, the blanket was pulled up to my waist, revealing Elara's face in the darkness, her silver hair cascading down.
Her eyes were completely unfocused. The rational gaze of the Silver-rank rogue who had sternly instructed me during the day was nowhere to be found. Exposed to the thick ogre scent pouring from my body, she had already been driven mad by pleasure and transformed into a bitch in heat.
"Haa, ah…… Master, the smell…… It's so hot……"
Elara panted as she rubbed her face against my swollen penis. Sticky saliva dripped from her lips onto my abs.
"Hey, wait. It's still dawn…… Hngh!"
Before I could stop her, Elara opened her mouth wide and swallowed my engorged glans in one go.
"Chup, churururuk……! Chooook!"
Her tongue tip writhed madly, licking the mucous membrane.
The nerves, already hypersensitive from the ogre's influence, exploded with terrible pleasure the moment they rubbed against the hot, wet inner walls of her mouth.
"Hurk! E-Elara…… Ah!"
I helplessly clutched the bedsheets.
Her fellatio wasn't simple service. It was a blatant act of predation—her brain, addicted to ogre pleasure, lunging at my penis like a starving hyena to suck out every last drop of the beast's essence.
"Churup, chyuuwup! Nng, uung……!"
Elara's mouth was impossibly hot. Even as she shoved my penis deep into her throat and made choking sounds, she wrapped her tongue tightly around the shaft and sucked with vacuum force. Hot breaths from her nose tickled my thighs, and her lips meticulously licked down each thick vein as if savoring them.
"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna…… No, I'm about to cum……!"
My reason had already shattered.
Even the steel-like ogre stats were useless against this overwhelming pleasure. If anything, the heightened wildness amplified the sensation several times over, melting my reason away.
"Haa, aaaah! C-Cumming!"
In the end, I let out a beastly groan and thrust my hips upward.
Hot, thick semen condensed with ogre vitality erupted like a volcano from my center, mercilessly pounding into Elara's throat.
"Ugugh! Gulp, gulp……! Churup……"
Elara clung tightly to my thighs, swallowing every drop down her throat as if she wouldn't let a single bit escape.
"Haa, haa……"
My whole body trembled in the aftermath. My vision flashed white before slowly returning. Panting, I looked down at Elara, who was staring up at me with white fluid on her lips, as if entranced.
"Fuck…… First thing in the morning, really……"
Just as I was about to grumble in a voice mixed with embarrassment and fatigue, my center—thanks to the ogre tattoo's ridiculous recovery power—had already risen stiffly again within seconds, even after one ejaculation.
And Elara's goal wasn't something that could be satisfied by simply swallowing my semen.
"Aah…… It's still not enough. My mouth can't fill my stomach……"
Elara licked her lips and slowly rose up.
She roughly tore off the thin slip she was wearing. Under the bluish dawn light leaking through the window gap, her sensual naked body—slick with sweat and love juices—was blatantly exposed. Beneath her softly curved shoulders, her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her rough breathing. Her sweat-drenched skin glistened sensually under the faint moonlight, and her erect nipples were flushed red as if about to burst.
Between her thighs, her reddened sex was already overflowing with transparent fluids, soaking the sheets. Having tasted the ogre's energy and my semen, her arousal had spiraled into an uncontrollable frenzy.
"H-Hey, wait. My back hurts from training yesterday……"
"Put it in, please! Hurry……!"
Elara ignored my excuses completely. With a beast-like leap, she straddled my hips, grabbed my erect penis, and impaled herself on it in one swift motion.
Thud—! Squish!
"Kgh! Hey!"
With the sound of flesh violently colliding, an overwhelming heat swallowed my center. As my penis, swollen to the brink from the morning erection, thrust straight to her cervix, Elara arched her back and let out a tearing scream.
"Kyaaaaang! Ugiit—!!! Haa, aaaah! It's in, it's so full……!"
She was completely lost in pleasure.
With both hands on my chest, Elara began slamming her hips up and down like mad.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The dull, wet sounds of flesh and bone colliding filled the room. She lifted her hips until my penis was almost out, then dropped her full weight straight down. The overwhelming core strength and agility of a Silver-rank rogue had transformed into a merciless piston motion solely for extracting pleasure. Every time she shook her body violently, her ample breasts bounced uncontrollably, slapping loudly.
"Ah, aaaah! So good! My stomach feels so full and it's stabbing so deep, it feels amazing!"
"Kgh, haa! Take it easy! My back's gonna break, fuck!"
I was helplessly shaken on the bed in time with her movements.
By day, the teacher who coolly and rationally corrected my footwork; by night, she melted from the ogre scent and turned into a lust-crazed woman who craved my cock.
Her toned abs and pelvic line, beaded with sweat, writhed with primal vitality, and every time I thrust roughly, the thick outline of my penis clearly bulged against her smooth lower belly.
Overwhelmed by the brutal foreign sensation churning inside her, she drooled and panted like an animal.
What a depraved partnership this was.
Yet despite my complaints, my body was perfectly syncing with the supreme pleasure she gave. Her inner walls constantly writhed and squeezed my shaft, and every time she twisted her hips, a thrilling sensation like my insides were being scraped sent shocks through my entire body.
'Aah, right. This is the path I chose.'
I reached out with both hands and firmly grabbed Elara's plump ass as she wildly rocked her hips. The softness overflowing between my fingers and the intense movement of her muscles transmitted clearly.
"Nng, ugh! Master! Ah, squeeze harder!"
The arrogant master act was already over anyway.
Instead of forcibly controlling her, I decided to perfectly tame her within this overwhelming cycle of pleasure. I provided semen infused with ogre energy, and she repaid me with Silver-rank techniques and pleasure. In this brutal Shedborax, this survival method—clinging tightly to each other's bodies and desires rather than flimsy morals or friendship—was the most certain proof of trust.
"You horny crazy bitch. You like getting pounded that much?"
"Yes, ah! Haaang! I love it, I love it! I can't live without Master's anymore, my brain feels like it's melting!"
I pulled up the ogre tattoo's mana once more.
As my center swelled even larger inside her stomach, the shape of my penis protruding against her thin lower belly expanded even more grotesquely. Elara's eyes rolled back white as she squirted love juices like a fountain.
"Ugiit—!!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming again!"
She let out a tearing scream and convulsed violently. Unable to hold herself up from the excessive pleasure, her body collapsed onto my stomach, drenched in sweat and fluids. Panting, I roughly stroked her silver hair as she clung to me, trembling. Her heartbeat transmitted vividly through my chest.
"Do your job as a teacher properly during the day. If you sucked me dry all night, you should at least earn your keep."
"Haa, haa…… Yes…… I'll teach you. Tomorrow I'll train you even harder than today…… All of it…… Ah, so cum inside me one more time……"