Chapter 48
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: The Thief's Main Stat Isn't Luck (3)
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"Ugh, ah, ack, hng..."
My toes, neatly lined up, press down firmly on my lower back, forcing it toward the ground. Sunlight heats my back. The grass tickling my cheek itches.
All these sensations crash over me at once, scrambling my already chaotic thoughts even further.
"Put in a little more effort. What, is it harder because it's me and not one of those other bitches?"
Oroji, sitting beside me, giggles mockingly. As my hips lift in a desperate bid to escape the pleasure, her palm slams down hard, pinning them back to the dirt.
The slick lining of her rider suit rubs sharply against the base of my cock. My foreskin peels back, exposing the head completely, and I can't hold back a scream-like moan.
"Hrgh...!!"
"What's wrong? Feels good? But if you keep yelling like that and someone shows up, don't blame me."
Her words fill me with shame, and I clamp my mouth shut. With half my face buried in the dirt, every breath draws dust into my nostrils.
I literally couldn't resist at all. Even as Oroji teasingly rubs my back and gropes my ass. All I could do was shake my hips desperately to finish faster.
"Look at you. You're getting the hang of it."
Squish, squelch, squirt...
Her clothes, soaked with precum, make lewd sounds as they friction against my cock. My ass wiggling against the ground must look utterly pathetic.
But Oroji was still laughing. Watching me like she was savoring a show, her face flushed as she breathed hotly.
"Ah, that's hot... What, crying again?"
Even the Submission skill had its limits. The shame beyond common sense clashed with the opposing pleasure. My tear ducts, already loosened from earlier today, threatened to open again.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and a tear pooled at the corner before dropping. To escape this situation faster, I thrashed my hips for dear life.
"Hah, uh, mmph, ngh, hngh..."
"Yeah. That's exactly what suits you. You cum rag."
Oroji leaned forward, whispering right in my ear. The vulgar words humiliated me, yet my cock hardened even more.
Her lips touched my earlobe. Her warm inner lips enveloped it before her tongue tip probed inside my ear.
She climbed fully onto my back. Pressing her hips down on my waist, she leaned in, and I felt the soft flesh of her chest squishing against my back through our clothes.
Completely pinned under her, I writhed desperately. She leaned her upper body down again, lips brushing my ear as she whispered.
"I told you to stay still? I'll make it feel even better..."
Her long tongue glides over my earlobe. One hand covers my other ear as her tongue slips into the narrow canal, licking and sucking the insides wildly.
Slurp, smooch, squelch, slurrrp...
Oroji's breaths. The wet squelching of her tongue against my teeth and earlobe. Even her faint moans leaking out. All these obscene sounds echo inside my ear.
The indescribable sensation feels like my mind is being raped. My jaw drops open on its own, and without instruction, my pinned hips buck against the ground on autopilot.
"Uh, ah, ngh, hoo, hick..."
Squelch, squish, squotch, squelch, squelch.
The pleasure surging from my lower body intensifies. My abdomen throbs, precum leaking steadily and soaking her clothes.
Oroji's satisfied chuckle rings in my ear. As her lips pull away from my earlobe, a hollow emptiness hits me, and I snap my mouth shut.
"What? Keep squirming."
No strength left in my body. From the inside of my ear to my brain. Everything above my neck just tingled numbly. Cheek pressed to the dirt, panting raggedly, I instinctively bucked my hips.
"You do it so well now without me telling you. Figured out what to do?"
Oroji murmurs lowly. She shifts from lying atop me to slowly lifting her upper body, then rolls slightly to the side.
"Hey. Stretch out your arms. Yeah. Like that."
Her hands on my shoulders and ass, legs extended and crossed, heels pinning my wrists. Looking down at me leisurely, she drags her nails along my protruding spine.
"Ahh, hng, ungh..."
Thin moans leak out nonstop. The building arousal from repeated friction races through my body. Tension coils everywhere in anticipation of the impending climax.
The smile on Oroji's lips deepens. The hand kneading my ass moves down, lightly grabbing my balls.
"Come on. Cum quick. Do your job."
"Guh, haa, ah..."
"What did I say you are?"
Her long fingers knead my balls. Nails scrape between the wrinkles before her palm squeezes firmly.
A twinge of pain mixes with the pleasure rising from below. As my upper body jerks, her other hand grabs my head and slams it to the ground.
"Hngh, uh, I, I'm..."
Every buck of my hips chasing stimulation tightens her grip. No, I need to cum quick, feel good. Simple, lewd thoughts dominate my mind.
My lips tremble as I open them to speak. The depraved feeling that saying this will change everything forever makes tears stream down unbidden, soaking the dirt.
Finally, I submit to the pleasure, stammering slowly.
"I-I'm... a cum rag..."
Oroji smirks, twisting one corner of her mouth. The hand pinning my head strokes my hair slowly, casually, yet in a voice thick with heat, she whispers softly.
She gets up from on top of me. Thinking I can finally finish, I buck my hips wildly.
But she stops me, pressing her toes into my lower back.
"Ahh, ah, I did what you said, why, whyyy..."
"But ending it like this would be kinda boring?"
Suddenly, her hands slip under my thighs. Effortlessly, she lifts my entire body up.
"Ah, uh, ah...!!"
Panic chokes my words. My view rises to Oroji's eye level, distant figures coming into sight.
Her hands on my thighs force them apart. As I struggle, her chest presses against my back, binding me tighter, immobilizing me completely.
In the end, I'm dangling from Oroji like I'm proudly displaying my cock. Legs spread in an M-shape, lower body fully exposed toward the park.
"Come on. Hurry up and cum, or everyone'll see."
Her voice comes from behind. Unsure whether to cover my face or my cock, my flailing hands desperately grab it.
"Hngh, ah, uh, sob, hnggh..."
Cries and whimpers blend into strange noises. Precum leaks between my fingers, making wet squelches.
Terror of someone witnessing this disgrace floods my mind. But unlike at the bank, my cock stays rock-hard, trembling in preparation to cum.
"You filthy little perv... Why not faster? Looks like someone's coming from over there."
"Nghut, hrgh, c-cum, cumm..."
Her face looms in my mind—looking down mockingly, lips curled, flushed with uncontrollable heat, panting heavily. Etched there forever.
I jerk my clenched fist half downward, grinding against it. Making up for the lacking pleasure with frantic strokes, like a lust-maddened monkey swinging its arms.
...I feel eyes meeting mine from passersby across the way.
Ejaculation surges violently. Tension grips my thighs. As if waiting for this, Oroji adds force to her spreading hands, straightening my curled body.
Spluuurt!! Splatter, spurt, spuuuurt...
The liquid arcs into the air before falling to the ground. Thick, musky white semen soaks her already precum-slick clothes even more.
My rigid cock twitches, squeezing out the rest. White droplets trail from the tip, pooling under my balls before dripping weakly: plop, plip, plop.
"Haa..."
Oroji sighs in satisfaction, as if she'd climaxed herself. She sets me down, grabs my pants and underwear, and slowly pulls them up.
"Hngh, hnggh..."
As the pleasure fades, belated sorrow hits, tears streaming down. Even as semen-soaked cock gets wrapped in damp underwear, Oroji dresses me indifferently.
Grinning wickedly, she wipes her front with the back of her hand. Liquid seeps through, darkening the center of her pants further.
She licks her lips, staring at my face observantly. Her hand reaches out, rests on my head, and strokes slowly, languidly.
Fingers delve between hairs, massaging my scalp. Those eyes thick with lust. Just facing them makes me shrink like a frog before a snake.
Smacking her lips as she eyes me, she picks up her clothes from the ground. Stares at the cum-and-precum-stained lining, then at me.
She chuckles softly and slips them on anyway. Zips up firmly and grabs my wrist.
"Finished before we got caught... Let's go home."
Her tone oddly regretful, she tugs my wrist and heads home.
My legs wobble, crotch heavy with foreign wetness slowing my steps. But she doesn't slacken, urging me faster instead.
...Watching her back, I knew for sure. The last shred of conscience in our clan had been corrupted.
No, only I was corrupted. They'd all been like that from the start...