Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: First Expedition (5)
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"...You look like total dickbait, but damn, your stamina's something else."
How many times had she wrung me out? I couldn't even remember anymore.
By now, it was pitch black outside. Right after cumming, with my dick hypersensitive, I'd been rubbing it against Oroji's tits, letting it go whenever I felt the build-up, over and over.
In just half a day, my balls had gone from swollen tight to completely drained. My waist ached. The cave was filled with nothing but the scent of night-blooming flowers.
"Feel refreshed now?"
Oroji said it with a mocking smirk.
I couldn't even answer properly. Lost in the thick haze of pleasure, I'd pressed my waist right up against her chest. And there, between her cleavage, I'd unleashed what was probably my last load of the day.
Splurt, spurt...
After being milked so much, it came out weak and listless. Oroji leaned forward just a bit, pressing down hard on the hands gripping her tits.
"Hngh, ah, urgh..."
Her firm breasts mashed against me, bordering on painful. She squeezed out every last drop lingering in my urethra, and I staggered backward unsteadily.
I could feel my face twisting in ecstasy. I roughly wiped the drool from my mouth with the back of my hand, then massaged my sore cheeks, stretched from all the grinning.
"Hah, hah..."
Catching my breath at last, I lowered my gaze from the ceiling to Oroji.
"Whoa... You really squeezed out a ton, huh."
Her chest was flushed red from all the prolonged friction. Thick globs of cum trailed down her stomach, making a mess all the way.
Peeking through the open black rider suit. She prodded at the cum smeared across her toned abs and waist with her finger.
Sensing my stare, Oroji looked up from her body. Her smirking expression was laced with blatant ridicule.
She grabbed her cleavage with both hands and spread it slightly. Sticky strands of semen stretched between her tits like silver threads. She snapped them one by one with her fingers and spoke.
"No excuses about it being the skill this time. Better explain this well to your girlfriends when we get out."
Her tone was grumbling, but the corner of her mouth was still twisted up in amusement.
"They're not my girlfriends..."
Girlfriends? No way. I had no idea how they saw me, but girlfriends? Definitely not.
What did they think of me, anyway? Cum dispenser? Buff vending machine? Legendarily tiny dick? Thinking about reality like that, it suddenly hit me—every step felt like it was leading straight to the cum tank route.
This was why post-nut clarity sucked. The euphoria drained out with the cum, leaving only melancholy and calm in its wake.
I let out a sigh so deep it could sink into the earth. Head hanging low, I spotted my limp dick. Covered in cum, it looked pathetically just like my sorry state.
"Then what, fuckbuddies?"
This time, I had no comeback.
The afterglow felt like my hip joints had popped right out. Leaning on the wall, I slid down unsteadily.
"Ugh..."
The cold dirt floor hit my ass immediately. A belated chill made my body shudder.
Drip, drip. Even the leftover cum trickling down felt routine now. I flicked my dick a few times to shake out the remnants from my urethra.
I'd thought becoming a hunter would get me used to fights and connections. But all that was ramping up was the milking—sudden milking, endless milking until I thought I'd die. My lot in life felt kinda pathetic.
You had to achieve your debauchery dreams first, then accomplish shit. Ninety percent of folks who did "sex first, success later" probably died from exhaustion.
Not even full-on debauchery, really. They probably saw it as half-assed handjob heaven or something.
"Time to get up already?"
Oroji wasn't about to let me wallow in life's futility. She grabbed the zipper pulled down to her navel and yanked it up.
Her voluptuous tits vanished back into her suit. Zipping it tight to her neck, she tugged at the chest area.
"Ugh, so sticky. If this smell soaks into my clothes, you're paying the cleaning bill."
No, you milked me!
I swallowed the complaint bubbling up and stood.
"Let's hurry. It's dangerous..."
"You saying that? When you were wiggling your hips all happy earlier?"
I clamped my mouth shut, opting for defensive silence. When you had nothing to say, best to zip it.
Pulling up my pants and underwear, I rose listlessly. Unlike me, moving like a waterlogged ragdoll, buffed-up Oroji was full of energy.
"Hey. Come here a sec."
Before leaving the cave, she glanced back.
Experience told me getting close never ended well. But she wouldn't suddenly grab my balls like some psycho or show up with a chastity belt demanding I call her mommy from now on... right? Trudging over anyway.
"Wha—mmph!"
A hand shot to the back of my neck, yanking my head down.
The mix of cum and her body scent hit me; I barely held back the urge to gag. Ignoring it, she mashed my face in tight.
Softness pressed through the rider suit. Like it was imprinted from before, blood rushed to my wilted dick.
My eyes wanted to roll back. Mouth gaping. Her ingrained scent made my hips buck involuntarily.
"Oho, you like this too? What a total perv."
Her voice cut through my haze. She tugged my hair harder, grinding my face deeper.
The smothering sensation in her tits dragged on forever. Her giggling whispers tickled my ear.
Her firm thigh slipped between my legs. Like testing, it brushed my now-hard dick and pulled away.
"Still standing at attention."
Finally releasing the back of my head, she said it with a pitying look. Her gaze held a twisted thrill.
Gulping fresh air, reason trickled back. Vision cleared, revealing her mocking face.
"Save the rest for later. Let's go."
"The rest of what..."
"Want me to spell it out?"
"No."
"Then what. Don't like it?"
"..."
"Don't like it?"
"...Nyoong."
Even got good ears. Damn it.
Feeling my dick deflate fully, I reaffirmed the truth: experience doesn't lie.
...Still, that was better than ball torture.
One thing I'd realized since becoming a hunter: efficiency meant sacrificing a ton. Like lately, I'd been ditching my human rights and lower-half autonomy for dreams and loneliness relief.
It suddenly struck me—my secondary freedoms were probably under their control too. Oh, and cumming rights? Long gone.
Maybe my shame sensors were numbing out. If it was the Submission skill's fault, I'd rip it from my skill menu right now. Sadly, no dice. So I endured the tough acceptance phase.
But when you've got nothing, you cling harder to what you do have. Pathetic as it was, I had things worth protecting.
"Do we really have to do it like this?"
At the clearing by the cave mouth. My grim expression clashed with the vibe—I was piggybacked on Oroji like a baby.
Her outer jacket twisted like rope bound my waist to hers tight. Legs wrapped her waist, arms around her neck, I groaned softly.
"Obviously. Can you run as fast as me?"
"No, not really..."
"Then quit yapping. Hold tight. Not picking you up if you fall."
Fifty-fifty odds. Her words echoed.
In a monster-packed forest, carrying dead weight like me. Facing a life-or-death escape, she was still chill.
"Oh, right. Here."
Carrying me effortlessly, she undid a simple belt from her forearm with a casual flick and handed it over.
"Throw it if you think you can. Won't kill 'em, but it'll tangle their legs."
"Got it..."
Pulled out a dagger from the belt. Light, sharp. Practiced a few tosses, then stowed it. Strapped it tight under my shoulder, rewrapped my arms around her neck.
"All set. Now—"
Rustle.
...The bushes shook. Reflexively, I whipped my head back.
In the darkened forest night. Black shapes moved. Encircling from all sides, creeping closer.
Dozens, hundreds. Maybe thousands. Like every monster in the gate gathered. Glowing red eyes pierced the dark—I couldn't even count them.
"...Hold on tight."
Her voice lost its leisure. Red eyes swayed like lanterns, tightening the noose. I felt tension coil through her legs, ankles, thighs—her whole body.
BOOM!!
With a sound that ripped the air apart, Oroji launched into the sky.