Chapter 134 – 134 – Day 1, Sapphire and Golden Night
Unlike his son Adamantone, who foams at the mere sight of the shadow of the party members following him, Mancellarion Sunstorm is a person who can be considered the most generous person even among the group of generous people. Even when party members make fatal mistakes in life-or-death situations, he laughs it off as if it’s really fun and maintains the group’s tension. He has great leadership.
For example, when I lost my compass in the wilderness and was struggling, he didn’t say a single harsh word. Even when I was almost eaten in my sleep by a cinder snail the size of a house that chased me, he readily forgave me.
I know very well how grateful I am for that. He had learned to his core during his time with Thena that this was a world where generosity was rare.
Heroes also fight against monsters and compete with rivals for performance, causing blood to splatter and limbs to fly off, but what happens to porters who are less powerful and rare than the warrior? Tragedies even occur frequently, such as cutting a porter’s windpipe with a knife in a secret place and then having the entire party’s mouths washed out. Because it is cheaper than changing porters and providing party severance pay.
Perhaps, at the time when young Bantay was forgiven for his mistake, porters who had made even smaller mistakes somewhere in the world were paying for their mistakes with their lives.
Thank you, Uncle Mansell. Thank you for treating me with such generosity.
So, I hope that one day, when you realize that I took away your daughter’s first experience, you will be generous and forgive me. I sincerely hope that you will not recall the beautiful and evil habit of shaving off the hair of a porter you do not like.
Of course, if he was afraid of the sword and couldn’t touch the woman, Morgan, who had the water demon option, or Nidro, the glass craftsman, would have rejected him.
However, no matter how bold my behavior with women becomes, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a shitty porter. If a veteran warrior, consumed by his father’s wrath, seriously threatens his life, there is no way for a porter with only 1 point of strength to survive even with a roadside goblin.
“If you don’t do it, isn’t it the same as dying? You have to drive out Mithra’s energy, right?”
“It’s not that there is no way. No matter who the partner is, there will be Tigris who want to relieve the pain first, and there are people who engage in prostitution wherever they go in the world…”
“I don’t like that.”
Isil Rune, who had been twisting her blonde hair with her fingers, shook her head resolutely. She then smiled softly and joked about her rim.
“I don’t think you are the type of person who would pull out a knife on your daughter’s love life in the first place, but just in case, I will do my best to persuade you. Of course, I will keep it a secret for now, in case you find out someday.”
···That’s right, Uncle Mansell. Your daughter’s heart is as dependable as your uncle’s. Thank you for raising me well.
And I will finish the meal cleanly.
By the time I and Silun Lee, kneeling down and facing each other, had finished mentally preparing, the guide of the Tan Banthai Body Exploration Tour also succeeded in shaking off the lingering feelings of climax.
Morgan, who had barely remembered his duty, sat next to us like a referee. Of course, after wiping away the sweat and tear stains with a towel and blowing my nose generously.
And I tried to ignore Isilun’s gaze. Isilun’s expression as she observed Morgan was like a witness to a crime scene.
“Are you okay?”
“···Ask yourself in an hour. If you are okay or not.”
I think I heard Isilun’s resolve crumbling. I sighed and looked back at her Morgan as Isilun looked at me with her fearful eyes, recalling her memories from moments before.
And then both cheeks were pinched. The psychological hierarchy, which had been temporarily reversed due to the skill of sleeping, has unfortunately returned to normal.
“Argh! Morgan, ahhhhh!”
“You’re pinching me because it hurts! It’s your fault for getting more excited than necessary in the first place. You should have taken the pressure off, but you scared me! I wonder if a girl would even dare to spread her legs after seeing something like that!”
Morgan would also feel unfair. When she was called in to explain how her sexual relations between men and women were conducted, all she could do was moan and moan to the detriment of her dignity.
But I feel unfair too.
“Control your pace. You’re the one who couldn’t hold on!”
“Control? How about making a dildo in your size and stuffing it up your back hole? Then you might think again about the word control!”
“Then I’ll do it in moderation, and be a little less angry! Because you’re so pretty…!”
“Tan is right. I told you before I came here, but it’s so beautiful that I’m in awe. How does Eastern style clothing look so good on you?”
When she even joined in the flattery, Morgan cleared his throat in shame and let me go.
I really like it. If it weren’t for fact-based flattery, she would have been a bit more hateful.
“I should have spanked her harder on the ass when I still had the chance.”
“···Okay. It was good.”
“···What?”
“Anyway.”
Morgan blushed and pretended to clear her throat again.
“It’s nothing. Just do what comes naturally to your body.”
“I came here with my own feet, but now I can’t run away, and if I don’t do it after saying I’ll do it, Tan will be in critical condition, so what’s the point of taking it out now? I’ll try not to be scared. What’s in front of me right now is not a villain or a devil, but a fellow porter who we trusted and relied on.”
“That’s the attitude. Don’t be scared! The opponent is a lousy porter who may or may not be able to win against a goblin!”
“Don’t get all worked up about a topic that made you sweat. You’re bad.”
There are times when you have to fight even when you know you will lose. Right now, I feel like it would be unfair if I were the only one to have my cheek pulled.
While Morgan and I were pinching each other and playing childish games, Isilun thought about something and blurted out.
“Still, I’m scared. It’s not a scary feeling like I’m about to die or get hurt, but I think it’s mostly because I’m twenty-five and have no experience with men.”
Will Uncle Mansell really let me live?
“So an idea occurred to me.”
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“S-actually, I don’t know if it was really a good idea!”
Isilun, squatting in the shape of an M on the bed, shouts urgently. With her eyes covered by the black cloth tied around Morgan’s waist, she looked into empty space.
Instead of replying that I didn’t think it was a good idea, I massaged his back and carefully kissed his defenseless white neck. It’s fun to freak out, whether it’s because it’s ticklish or because you’re afraid.
“Are you behind me? Who are you?”
“Who would it be?”
Morgan gently stroked Isilun’s head. And she pulled the knot of her blindfold that was caught on the back of her head.
“Bah, who was that just now?”
“It’s me, sister. You can’t even open your eyes and do anything, so you ask me to cover you? Are you freaking out like you’re blindfolded by a group of thieves? It’s a strange feeling.”
Morgan, who was sulking, suddenly grabbed Isilun’s breast. Isilun hissed and laughed.
“And what good would it do to know which one of us is? Aren’t we going to be harassed the same way anyway?”
“···Call it foreplay. Don’t scare me?”
Morgan stuck her tongue out at me, and she began to enjoy the feel of Isilun’s plump breasts as she kneaded them through her clothes.
Damn it, I haven’t even touched it yet.
“I thought I didn’t have much taste in women, but she seems to have changed her mind after seeing her body. How on earth can she have breasts like these and still be a virgin until she’s twenty-five?”
“Take it easy, Morgan. It’s your first time. You have to release it slowly.”
“Are you jealous because we lost the player? Slow down. Will it be over before the sun rises?”
“I’m fine. I won’t give up! I don’t know what you plan to do, but do whatever you want!”
Isilun, who had been covering his chest with his sleeves, forced his hands down and clutched the sheets.
The girl’s courage, shaking like a lamp, is pathetic, but I am not a person so stoic that I refuse the table set for me. And Isilun’s body is so tempting that even if I were a saint, I couldn’t refuse it.
The curves of her skin are accentuated by the shadow of the lamp, and her breasts, full of weight, tremble and shake. I slowly put my hand in from under the hem of Isilun’s clothes. So that the shaking of the fabric touches your skin and makes you aware of the approaching hand.
Isilun flinched but did not resist. Like a prey that has resigned itself to the approach of a wild beast.
His fingers brushed the veiny surface of her breasts. While wiping away the sweat beads that had formed on my soft skin.
Isilun nodded slightly and gave permission. I squeezed my chest mercilessly.
Hundreds of sentiments assault my consciousness. It sinks in smoothly like cheese cream. I can’t possibly catch it all in one hand. The vibration of Isil Rune’s drool and her pounding heartbeat are vividly conveyed.
And above all, this feeling felt the moment he traced the extremity with his fingertips.
“···Depression···.”
“W-what is that? Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing is wrong. Thank you so much.”
Isilun blankly asked me what I was thankful for, but I didn’t answer. I just exchanged meaningful laughs with Morgan.
Isilun’s breathing became increasingly irregular as her breasts were massaged from both sides. His wheezing breathing began to be mixed with moans that could not be interpreted as embarrassment or rejection.
Morgan tasted her again, smiled, and moved out of the way. I even ravaged the other breast and lost myself in its ecstatic feel.
And the moment his index finger dug into the tip, Isilun’s body shook greatly. His body leans forward and his mouth opens wide with a gasping sound.
Damn it. You might not like me saying this, but I have to do it.
“It’s quite sensitive.”
“Ugh, do you really want to give in to this level of humiliation for the sake of your comrades?”
“···That colleague is me, right?”
Although he is not a thief who defeated and kidnapped a female knight, he feels a similar sense of immorality.
It is true that her body is too soft to even place rough hands near it, and it is true that she is massaging that body as if she is plundering it.
“Wait a minute…!”
“No, I do not want.”
Isilun, who had finally lost patience, grabbed my wrist. However, my grip was not strong enough to shake it off, so it just became slippery with sweat. Isilun’s breathing and heartbeat become stronger.
Isilun, who is a year older than me, has always shown the image of a warrior filled with chivalry from head to toe. Since she was a bit taller than most men, she had a strong image of being a trustworthy big sister rather than the opposite sex of her age.
“Wow, uhuh…? Hmm…?”
Such a person cannot withstand foreplay and falls apart. So it started to look even more unbearably cute.
With the fingertips digging into the areola, tickle it as if stimulating Isilun’s mammary glands. It teases her insides, as if asking her to reveal her hidden nipples. Take your time, take your time, but at the same time be busy.
Unable to bear it, Isilun twists her head, but her hand holding my arm now clings anxiously as if holding on to a lifeline instead of pushing it away as if resisting. Isilun’s sweat-soaked clothes and disheveled blonde hair were wrapped around his arms.
Isilun, who suddenly cupped his knees, soon began to whimper and tremble his back. Morgan said, looking around at Isilun in confusion.
“What, did you go with that?”
“Ha, haangbook, surrender…!”
Finally, I wanted to enjoy the feel of her nipples that were shyly sticking out for a little longer, but she begged so desperately that I had to take my hands off her breasts for now. Then, he hugged Isilun’s waist and supported him and whispered playfully.
“You said you wouldn’t give in?”
Isilun grunted and unwrapped the eye patch with trembling hands. And then he glared at me with resentful eyes as I hung on his back.
“Hey!”
“If you look at it like you’re complaining, it makes you want to touch it again.”
“What have you done to me…!”
“What did you do? I touched your breasts.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying you shouldn’t use techniques on beginners…!”
“Technology?”
Isilun stammered, his words sounding like nonsense. After trying hard to combine words, Morgan and I realized what Isilun suspected of me.
I explained step by step. The ‘porter’s novel technique’ is a product of creation, and the thing that went away after just touching it is called Isilun.
Isilun did not want to believe it.
“I mean, it wasn’t like this when I touched it.”
“Massage and tickling also feel different when someone else gives them to you.”
“Did you touch it alone, warrior? What were you doing?”
Morgan, who was giggling and having fun, crawled over to Isilun. And she thrust her head into Isilun’s chest, which was shaking erratically.
I understand that you are curious about the nipples that were hidden until now but have now popped out and clearly revealed their presence. But biting might be a little too much.
Isilun, who was struggling with the lingering emotions, was startled and kicked Morgan in the chin, screaming like a girl.
“I tolerate it because it’s a mistake.”
“I’m so sorry… I was so surprised…!”
“It was bad for me too. I think it’s wet enough, so put it in, Tan. If you take her out now and grab her by the collar, it won’t be worth the effort of caressing her.”
After giving her first aid by plugging one of her nostrils with my help, Morgan looks at Ishilun with her wide-open eyes and mutters in a voice that sounds like her nose is blind. Isil Rune held his face in agony in his despair.
···I want to completely fall into a romantic mood, but I keep losing focus. Of course, it doesn’t change that I feel happy. How can you not be happy when Isilun Sunstorm spreads out its elegant appearance on the sheet?
Isilun, who lay upright after taking off her soaked gown, was wearing only a pair of white underwear soaked in sweat. Isilun, who was extremely conscious of that fact, noticed my mesmerized gaze and quickly moved his hand to his chest.
It’s fun to see even the elastic fat being pressed against her arms. It feels like the pudding is bouncing right out of the mold.
It’s a hot night. The body heat that Morgan and Isilun could not bear filled the room, but that was not the only cause of the sweltering heat.
It looks like catnip night has begun in earnest out there. The harsh noise made by the Tigris began to be heard in earnest through the night air. Even though Gokju’s mansion was quite far away from the downtown area of Hyanghwagok, the sounds of laughter of anticipation and cries of joy could be clearly distinguished.
Ishilun, whose body was stiff with embarrassment, groped next to him, took his pillow, and covered her face.
“Oh, don’t do it like before. This is my first time.”
“This is my first time meeting someone like Isilun. A fresh-faced older person who wants to lead.”
“Monica and Nidro are older than you, right?”
“Sister, you almost ate me from the beginning. To be honest, I think Nidrogah is more like a younger brother than older. You never call Nidrogar your sister in the first place, right?”
“···I see?”
Flirting with Morgan on purpose. I think the atmosphere of small talk helps Isilun relax.
It was only a little later that Isilun, who had been overhearing our conversation and giggling softly, noticed the hand pulling down her underwear.
Isil Rune, buried in her pillow, muttered gloomily.
“Can I…?”
“You don’t seem overly confident today, Isilun.”
“···To be honest, I’m already twenty-five and I have no experience so far…”
The edge of her voice rises as she strokes the crack with her finger. Unable to overcome her embarrassment, Isilun’s thighs rose up, rubbing against my wrist as if to dissuade me.
“··· There hasn’t even been a man who seemed to pay attention to me, let alone confess to me, so in fact, as a woman, I wonder if she doesn’t like other people’s feelings…”
“Absolutely not. Everyone must have been secretly glancing at Isilun. How could you not be aware of a body like this?”
It is understandable that people who appear to be good in many ways are naturally perceived as difficult. However, it is difficult to believe the confession that no man has ever approached her. I’m sure there must have been a child who couldn’t resist his excitement.
Was Isilun insensitive to love affairs, or did he not have the courage to reveal his rational interest clearly enough to be noticed? Am I really the first idiot to try to see if I fit that category?
I hope so. It hasn’t been long since he stripped Isilun and laid her down, and he’s already feeling intensely possessive.
Isilun’s lower body, which showed that it had not been touched by other people’s hands by constantly twitching, was soaked and prepared in the first place, as Morgan said. Isilun’s crevice, which had been wet even through his underwear to begin with, twitched sensitively as his fingers dug into it.
As his fingers, which had been gently working inside his body, withdrew, Isilun let out a sigh of relief. And when something heavy, thick, and unkind was placed on his lower abdomen, he stopped breathing.
Isilun nodded, pressing his pillow tightly against his face.
“It’s going to hurt.”
“Ugh…”
“Stay still until I tell you it’s done.”
Even Morgan, who has become accustomed to it, often finds the burdensome object slowly digging into his raw flesh. A clear sense of resistance is conveyed from the warrior’s stiff vagina, like a mouth closed with pride.
Isilun, holding back even the sound of pain, rips the pillowcase. He stopped, half-burrowed, and tried to speak to him.
“Are you okay?”
“Please go on. It hurts, but not as much as when I got hit by her wooden sword while training with her father.”
“It’s painful enough to be compared to something like that.”
“···And it’s not even as bad as when Tan was stabbed by the spear.”
“I said it was okay, but it happened again. If Isilun thought I was sick, wouldn’t it hurt less? It would be more productive to beg for relief.”
“If I ask you to gently touch me, won’t it hurt?”
“It might hurt less.”
“By any chance, how many times does it take to stab it before it’s over?”
“It depends.”
As he whispers, kissing wherever his mouth touches, Isilun’s neck and chest can be seen turning bright red with heat.
That shy reaction feels as erotic as her sunken nipples. One piece of positive news occurred to Isilun.
“I don’t think it will take long. It feels so good inside Isilun.”
“Aha, is that so…?”
Isilun giggled even though he was in pain.
I don’t know if I was overly excited because the foreplay was long, or if I was happy about the unfamiliar closeness. I’ve only inserted it halfway and it looks like I’m already going to cum. I buried Isilun’s face in his chest. You can’t go any further, but you can’t escape either.
“Very much. This may sound like a bold statement, but I didn’t know that you were as assertive on the inside as you were on your looks and body.”
“This is the first time I’ve received such praise. It’s not a bad feeling to discover a talent like this.”
Isilun must have made up his mind and threw down his pillow. And he smiled with water in his eyes.
“From now on, I won’t blame myself or be timid. Could you please not be careful with your bullets?”
“Are you okay?”
“Huh.”
Isilun, who spoke for the first time, pulled me close and hugged me, who was in a fresh shock. And he slowly stroked my head.
Isilun is taller, so it feels a little awkward. It’s like going back to when he was a boy and complaining about his older sister. I feel somewhat embarrassed.
“Get rid of it.”
Even if I hear that Uncle Mansell has decided to cut me up, I don’t think I will regret it.
It moved as requested by Isilun.
The feeling of the inside tightening with pain and tension, as well as the feeling of sweaty thighs sticking together and then falling apart, is dizzying.
Isilun, who had closed his eyes tightly as if he sensed that he would not get used to it, opened his eyes wide in embarrassment when he sucked in those big breasts.
As I insert it deeply, only then does his face become close enough to be comfortable to kiss. Isilun accepted her kiss, missing a beat of her breathing, as if he was lost in her.
His tongue tangles with mine, and our breaths overlap. When my nerves were pierced by the thrill of that moment, I climaxed while holding Isilun as close as possible.
In the middle of a noisy night, we were dead quiet.
Ishilun, who was silent and panting for a long time after pulling out his dick, giggled, saying that if she touched him like that, she would realize motherhood.
I realized that I was still touching my breasts unconsciously. And even though it was this hot, I felt like my back was cold for some reason, so I turned around.
Morgan, who was staring at my buttocks, raised a finger. And he pointed to his chest as if he had a clear wish.
“Touch mine too.”
As the night deepened, we groaned in the heat. The blue of the night and the gold of the stars are entangled in my body.
