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140: Someone’s Hobby 2

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After finishing something outside of the game, I had to finish something inside the game as well.

“Ah, this must be the rideable golem.”

“The craftsmanship of its joints is exceptional. I don’t know who made it, but I’d want them as an assistant!”

A swarm of eager mages had gathered around the still-present giant snake boss and the rideable golem.

Last time, without much thought, I started a donation-driven Q&A session for my viewers.

The aftermath of that was rather heated.

Normally, most viewers just send playful messages with questionable intentions, but in front of a mage, they spouted all kinds of expert knowledge.

Donations, not just the usual amounts of 5,000 or 10,000 but even 50,000 and 100,000, accompanied by questions flaunting obscure physics knowledge.

I wasn’t sure if these questions were genuine, but one thing was clear:

Since then, mages have been flocking like bees to honey.

“Hanna! You’ve made another remarkable discovery!”

“It’s not just my discovery. Our group found it. In fact, our nun was the one who activated that device, and Roland was the one who discovered the hidden pathway and held off the monster.”

Even now, despite clearly showing that I didn’t want to talk, they approached, invading my space.

Maybe they’ve been so focused in their research that they can’t read a woman’s emotions, or maybe they just stubbornly chose to ignore them.

Thankfully, Charlotte intervened.

She was already here on the 30th floor.

Compared to the mages who just arrived, she seemed to hold a greater authority.

The knight-type golem belongs to the North–

This golem is in this laboratory–

If the monster’s corpse remains, the gate–

There may be an empty hangar–

It seemed Roland also didn’t want to deal with the mages.

After whispering a few words to Charlotte and her maid, he quickly retreated to our group.

The chat didn’t care for the bothersome aftermath either.

Naturally, the stream had been turned off a while ago and the camera drone aimlessly hovered above my head.

With the stream off and our adventure paused, the exhilaration from the battle had everyone eager for a celebratory drink.

Perhaps this is the charm of a virtual reality game.

A medley of scents intensely imprinted itself on my senses: the sizzle of hot oil, the aroma of well-cooked meat topped with its accompanying sauce, the warmth of various stews and soups, the sharp tang of strong alcohol, and even the faint, musky odor of an adventurer’s sweat from the next table.

“Alright! We’ve conquered the 30th floor! To our adventures blessed by the Goddess-!”

“To our adventures!”

The usual after-party at the Lucky Scoundrel.

Steaming dishes are set on the table, glasses clash and froth spills over.

In reality, such a messy scene would have been irksome, but here, it simply added to the festive atmosphere.

If this were the real world, I wouldn’t have indulged in such greasy food.

Spicy chicken with strong beer, steaks dripping with butter, and chops thoroughly marinated in spices.

From the perspective of someone who maintains their figure with regular exercise and diet, eating this would mean sticking to chicken breast for a week.

Actually, given how accustomed one’s body becomes to a cleaner diet, it might be harmful to eat like this.

“Hanna! Our mage! Expert at finding golems and handling mysterious devices!”

“You were truly amazing, Hanna!”

Amazed by the quality of the virtual reality game, we chewed on an array of dishes.

But why are my companions already so drunk?

Why does the game simulate all senses but not the sensation of intoxication?

I felt slightly warm, but compared to my peers, it was nothing.

Grace, who kept lifting her glass in drunken toasts, and Katie, who with flushed cheeks, began praising the knight-like golem, seemed truly drunk.

As for me, I felt as if I had only drunk water.

Ah, the effects of alcohol.

A thoroughly drunk Grace began clinging to Roland’s arm.

Roland, being a natural 6★ tank, seemed unaffected by alcohol.

Instead of beer, he was chugging some fierce-looking liquor and easily supported Grace.

“Irene, about Katie…”

“Yes, just like last time, I’ll take her to the temple to rest. Ah, now that I think of it, since it’s Katie and not Kaiden, I might need to adjust the guest accommodations a bit.”

Roland was already on his feet, assisting Grace.

Irene, on the other hand, was guiding Katie toward the temple.

Naturally, I knew who I needed to follow.

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The small bed clearly looked too cramped for two people.

Usually, Roland would head to his own comfortable lodgings, but today, for some reason, he was headed to Grace’s place.

In other words, they went into the room right next to mine, the one Roland had arranged for me.

Of course, spying on them through the camera was the same whether they were in Roland’s room or Grace’s room, but… there’s something different about it.

To think that on the other side of this thin wall, not even 5 meters away, these two were passionately embracing each other.

“Hehe, Roland~”

“You’ve had quite a bit to drink, Grace.”

Maybe it was due to the vaguely simulated intoxication effect, I watched the two of them on the screen, lying on the bed, their bodies flushed.

They clung to each other, slowly removing their outer garments.

Their beautifully sculpted forms made me think of lingerie models.

Grace’s figure, more feminine than anyone else’s, showcased a slender waist, voluptuous breasts, and full hips.

It was a figure about to be dominated by a large muscular form.

There was no escape on the narrow bed.

Grace, appearing drowsy, was pinned down without resistance.

She showed neither the desire nor the ability to escape.

The scene was more like a dominant man overpowering a woman rather than two individuals intertwining.

His large, powerful hands moved with surprising tenderness over her ample chest.

“You’re not asking to me shower first today?”

“Uh, you wouldn’t have listened anyway…”

“Since when? Though we would have just washed together.”

Watching her large, pale breasts change shape under his light touch, my hand moved on its own under the covers.

Beneath my thin shirt, I touched my own chest, which felt just as real as in reality.

Was the warmth welling up from deep within due to the partially rendered drunkenness, or was it because of Grace’s face, which was melting into a beautiful smile?

Even though she was an NPC, she was more human than most, gasping on the screen.

On screen, two of the most beautiful and handsome figures I’ve ever seen, passionately entwined.

As I blankly watched, my hands naturally drifted towards my chest and between my legs.

Buried in the thick, soft bed covers, curling up like a shrimp, I found my fingers moving in rhythm.

Matching the movements of the couple on screen.

“Ah~ Roland, Roland… Really, you’re not a child…”

“How can a man resist such pretty breasts?”

“It’s always my fault. Saying I make you act this way-“

Grace’s pale pink nipples stood erect, looking so pure and beautiful that even another woman would admire them.

The usually dignified and serious Roland was now behaving like a wild beast, teasing and nipping at them, which only testified to their allure.

Like a carnivore going for the nape of a herbivore’s neck, white teeth nibble gently at the flesh.

It’s done with an insatiable hunger, rather than the softness of a baby seeking milk.

I felt thankful for the audio transmission function on the camera drone, adjusting its settings so I could sync with their breathing.

“Would it hurt? Being bitten like that?”

Each movement on the screen brought about a heated reaction, with one figure overpoweringly holding down the other.

As the golden hair cascading down his chest moved to between Grace’s legs, I couldn’t help but sink my fingers deeper.

“How is it, Grace? Does it hurt?”

“Ah, seriously… You’re such a… beast… I mean, I don’t know… maybe a little?”

Even as white, long fingers grasped his hair firmly, the muscular form remained unfazed.

He pressed further, while I adjusted the camera that was capturing everything.

Her strong thighs were clamped, but they couldn’t resist the beastly acts of his tongue.

It was almost overwhelmingly obscene, so opposite to their usual demeanor, and it felt like my head would explode from the heat.

A slurping sound resonated clearly, almost as if it was an ASMR stream.

The suggestive sounds were clearer than Roland’s mana-imbued shouts, piercing my ears.

As the tongue moved, so did my fingers, and my body shuddered uncontrollably.

The incredible movement of his tongue, slow yet deliberate from the base to the top, had me wondering how much more pleasurable it would be compared to my own fingers right now.

“Ro… Roland, wait… I, I’m soooo-“

“It’s okay, go ahead.”

My fingers don’t stop.

A trembling sensation originating from my back spread throughout my body, like electricity.

Even as my vision blurs, I keep going.

It felt as if Roland’s words were directed not at Grace, but at me.

“Hmph, you’re going to keep going aren’t you. All night?”

As my trembling subsided and warmth flowed, I noticed Roland now completely exposed in front of the camera.

His sculpted physique was more defined than any statue, and his manhood seemed so impressive that adult toys of that size would deter some from purchasing.

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While teasing Grace’s fair and soft skin with my tongue, something looms over her slender waist.

It was Han Se-ah’s filming drone.

‘…Peeking again?’

I nearly made direct eye contact with the drone, but fortunately, from the angle, all that could be seen was Grace’s chest.

I put my hands on her thighs, and spoke to Grace.

“How is it, Grace? Does it hurt?”

“Ah, seriously… You’re such a… beast… I mean, I don’t know… maybe a little?”

After teasing her thoroughly, I softly kissed her navel, then moved downwards.

It hadn’t even started, but Grace, already intoxicated with pleasure, started teasing back.

Well, if she wants to watch, go ahead.

Han Se-ah surely won’t sell our sex video on some platform for money.

Even if it’s an adult stream, it’s not a platform that allows explicit content, so it’s just to watch and enjoy.

Halfway to orgasm, I lick it vigorously with my tongue, showing off.

Undisturbed by the sticky honey water that dampens my lips, I run my fingers into it again and again.

As I got more into the moment, my movements became more intense.

It’s because Han Se-ah’s watching.

The one who has to bear the aftermath of that is of course, Grace.

Watching her slender stomach quiver, I held onto her thighs firmly as she tried to pull away.

“Ro, Roland, wait… I, I really-“

“Haha, it’s okay, go ahead, go ahead.”

No matter how much she struggled, there was no way she could break free from my grip.

As her strength waned and her legs sagged, her pink flesh slowly peeks through a tightly closed mound.

Warm juices pour out of the gap like a clam’s mouth.

I press my mouth to her thigh, then rise to my feet.

Showing off for the now-still camera, I tore off my pants to reveal a cock worthy of a superhuman body.

With her lower body spasming, water flowing like from a broken faucet, I pushed inside Grace.

“Can’t you wait… Roland?”

“Grace, I’ve told you before.”

“Again, again, you’re blaming-“

“That if you do that, a man can’t hold back.”

“Ugh, ah! I didn’t do anything!”

Sorry, Grace. Seems I really am a beast.

Behind that camera, Han Se-ah was watching us.

It was exhilarating.

The thought that a beauty like Han Se-ah might be pleasuring herself to me was incredibly arousing.

Initially, It was unsettling, but now the thrill comes first.

It’s a bit scary seeing how one can be consumed by such perverse desires.

“Hmm, hm, wait, ah!”

As I thrust my hips upward in excitement, I felt her clench around my d*ck, different from what her lips were saying.

Her legs, toned from training, wrapped around my waist, holding me close.

Perhaps wanting to ease-in to the waves of pleasure, Grace clings to me.

But trying to slow down a man who could subdue a 20-meter snake with his bare hands, she had no chance.

When I lean in for a kiss and grab at her chest, she lets out a cute little gasp.

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