Chapter 77: Poar (13)

“What are you going to do from now on?”

“Huh?”

I asked, stroking Lorena’s hair. Jack had started working, and soon I would have to leave this village too. Alice would also start working in Ithaca, and the village would continue farming as usual. Everyone was carrying on with their daily lives, each turning their own gears, but Lorena’s place felt adrift.

For now, being young, she could manage by working on the ranch, but everyone ages, after all. Could she really live her whole life just doing chores on the ranch? What meaning would the things she learned at the ranch hold in her life?

After all, wasn’t she an aspiring knight who missed the days she polished her sword and armor every day, undergoing knight training? Lorena took my cock in her hand and slowly moved it up and down. Her fingers, which held a sword, brushed against the thick pillar.

I felt both her warm body heat and her calluses simultaneously. It felt like using a masturbation device with rough skin, giving me a unique pleasure.

“I don’t know. My life was spent supporting Dad every day, but now that he’s recovered, I feel adrift.”

We were currently on Lorena’s bed. Lorena was naked, stroking my cock, and semen glistened on her chest. Her half-lidded eyes and flushed face, having climaxed several times, kept stirring new impulses within me.

“Isn’t it strange? I should be happy that Dad started working.”

She said that, leaning her face against my stomach. The feeling of her sweat-soaked forehead touching my cheek felt good. I said.

“It’s not strange.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what I should do either. Living while continuing to work on the ranch doesn’t feel right for me. I learned to wield a sword, but I’m just using a rake. It’s not that this is bad, but I wanted to hold a sword.”

I laughed. Lorena pouted when she saw me laugh. Her ample breasts swayed beneath her prim face. Her firm nipples brushed against my thigh, and her shoulder and arm muscles pleased my eyes.

“Shall we wash up first? We’re both covered in sweat.”

Sunlight streamed in from outside. Lorena looked down at her lower abdomen and lower body, sticky, and at the damp floor. She touched her flushed, sweaty face with her hand, then nodded and said,

“We should. Do you want to wash first? I’ll clean the room a bit… Eek…!”

I rejected her suggestion. I slid my hand under Lorena’s legs and lifted her into a princess carry. Lorena was startled by my sudden action, tapping my chest and saying,

“Wh-what are you doing! You surprised me!”

Normally, she could have resisted. But her legs, having been inside my cock several times, were now completely limp. She had no choice but to let her body be dragged around wherever I lifted her. I held her back firmly and started walking towards the bathroom.

“We have to wash together.”

“T-together?”

Lorena’s face turned even redder. Even though they had already had sex, washing together seemed to bring a different kind of shyness than sex. With her face flushed like a carrot, she hesitated, then covered it with her hands as if washing her face. I asked her.

“Don’t you like it?”

“…..I don’t know.”

I decided to take it as a sign of acceptance. I carried her and moved towards the bathroom. The old wooden floor creaked with every step we took.

“We’ll have to move houses too.”

“I don’t have money. This house was also given to us cheaply by the former union leader.”

Lorena’s expression looked very complex as she talked about the house. The union leader was the person who provided them with a place to live, but also the one who tried to end their lives. I didn’t bother mentioning that the union leader’s motive was Lorena’s voluptuous figure.

“There are always ways.”

Saying that, I opened the bathroom door. The bathtub was filled with warm water. The humid bathroom door was already so damp that it felt like wringing it out would yield as much water as was in the tub. The smell of wet wood gave off an atmosphere like a smokehouse.

“Going in?”

“Uh, yeah.”

I carefully placed Lorena into the bathtub, like performing a baptism. She fidgeted on my hands, changing her position, then tucked her legs so I could get in and hugged her knees with both hands. I got into the tub, facing her. The warm water rose to our necks, creating a cozy feeling.

“…This feels strange.”

She said that, letting water trickle down her neck. A few drops fell, beaded on her skin, then rolled down like dew. I pushed the water with my hand, splashing it towards her. Lorena waved her hand as if telling me to stop, but when I splashed her again, she laughed and splashed water back at me.

“Hah!”

We splashed each other like children. When I splashed her, Lorena’s breasts shook, and she clamped her legs tighter, her pussy peeking out between her thighs amidst the hazy bathwater. Lorena moved her legs back and forth while splashing water, her toes repeatedly brushing against my glans and testicles, exciting me. As if unaware of what her feet were touching, she laughed and tried to dodge the water I splashed, only settling back down after the floor became soaked.

“Ah, that was fun.”

As she said, it was a time when blood boiled despite being in the warm water. Lorena, looking refreshed, slightly extended her foot, then touched my cock again. This time, seemingly consciously aware of the sensation there, Lorena closed her legs again. I wordlessly extended my foot towards her pussy. As I lightly moved my toes, brushing over the tightly closed cleft, Lorena’s face flushed again, and her breathing grew ragged. Every time I pressed down on her pussy with my toes, Lorena’s breath hitched, and she glanced at me. It must have been too embarrassing for her to suggest engaging in lewd acts herself in this bathtub. I dipped the nearby soap in the water, then lathered it onto a towel and said,

“Get up. I’ll wash you.”

“…Okay.”

Lorena moved obediently like a pet dog at my command. She got out of the tub, presented her smooth back to me, and bowed her head. Sitting on a small stool, she looked so delicate and beautiful.

I slowly began to cover her back with foam. White foam. Just as white liquid once covered her body, I was once again covering her in white. Every time my touch landed, Lorena trembled and moaned softly, clutching her hands and touching her knees. I enjoyed the feel of her firm back muscles. The muscles were smoothly curved, not too hard; if I touched her bare skin, she would flinch, her muscles twitching as she recoiled.

“Stay still. I have to wash your front too.”

I grabbed Lorena’s wrist and whispered in her ear. I lightly bit her earlobe, then met her trembling gaze through the foam that reached her neck.

“Ah, the front, I… ! Ahh… !”

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. My hand had already moved towards her pussy. It slid between her thighs, which were primly closed, rubbing against her smooth cleft. My hand, moving much more slickly than usual, provided a unique stimulation her petals had never experienced before.

“Ugh…! Ahh…! Nngh…!”

Lorena, who had been shy about my actions, was now yielding her body to the movement of my fingers. More actively than me, she held my hand tightly and moved her hips little by little, rubbing herself. Starting from the firm part reaching my wrist, slender fingers brushed her clitoris, gently rubbed her vagina, making squelching, lewd sounds.

“Ahh…! Ah…! Aah…! E-Evan…! Agh…!”

Lorena was practically masturbating herself. She panted, enjoying the pleasure given by my hands and fingers.

“Ahh…!”

“Lorena! Lorena!”

“Hieek!”

And the next moment, at Jack’s voice calling from a distance, Lorena let out a strange sound while gripping my hand tightly. She clung to my hand as if it were a lifeline, looking around like a wild animal searching for a predator.

“Ah, Dad?”

Hurried footsteps echoed. Lorena jumped up with a tense expression, broke free from my embrace, and firmly closed the door. I thought I caught a glimpse of Jack through the slightly ajar door.

“Lorena! Ah, are you bathing? What about today’s work?”

“It’s my day off today. Dad, what is it?”

I could tell Jack was very excited, even through the door. The creaking floorboards moved unusually, and his voice was full of laughter. Lorena pressed her chest against the door to keep it shut, her rear end presented to me. Her rear end, which moments ago had been dripping lewd fluids while enjoying foreplay. The soap suds running down her thighs and shins kept stimulating me. Lorena glanced back at me briefly as I stood up, then spoke again towards Jack.

“Ah, Dad? What is it?”

“Lorena. Don’t be alarmed. Right? Didn’t Dad say he went for an interview today?”

I grabbed Lorena’s buttocks. Lorena turned her head in surprise, but couldn’t say anything to me. I knew she couldn’t resist me. While Jack was hesitating, I thrust my cock into her body without reservation.

“Hngh…!”

Lorena couldn’t bear the pleasure of the deep penetration and covered her mouth.

“Lorena! Dad got the job! A really good place!”

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch

Since the sound of skin slapping shouldn’t echo, I tasted her body very slowly and deeply. As my glans hit her cervix and pulled out while thrusting against the vaginal walls, Lorena had to tremble with her legs clamped shut to avoid making noise.

“Ah, Dad……. Ah…! C-Congratulations……. Eot…!”

“Lorena. Are you hurt?”

“I-I’m bathing! Ah…! It’s just…! I’m in the middle of washing…!”

“Lorena. When you get your first paycheck, let’s go out for a meal, something you like. How about that? Sounds good, right?”

“Good…! Yes…! Ah…!”

“Alright, then have a good bath. We’ll talk more later. I have to go to the local union office now.”

“Yeees…! Ah…! Nng…!”

The footsteps faded. As soon as the front door closed, I began to increase my speed even more. The sound of skin slapping sounded even more explicit, wet as it was.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Idiot…! Wh-what if Dad…! Finds out…! Ahh…!”

“It’s okay. We’re in love, aren’t we? Huh?”

“B-But still…! Ahh…! Ahh…! Ah, I-I think I’m gonna cum… ! Aah…!”

“Did you like being fucked in front of Dad that much?”

“N-No…! No…! Ahh…!”

“You were practically dying of pleasure, weren’t you? Huh? Aren’t you actually a pervert?”

“N-No…! Aang…! Nng…! Hngh…! Ah…! My head’s turning white…! Ah…! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

Lorena screamed, almost a shriek, and knelt down. As she did, my cock slid out, brushing her buttocks as it rose. The semen shot into the air, coloring Lorena’s buttocks and back like snow.

I looked at the collapsed Lorena and said.

“Lorena. I have a story you might like.”