Chapter 83

Chapter 83

83: Return – H Alcohol has a way of stripping people of their masks, revealing their true desires. While it varies from person to person, the intoxicating flush and clouded judgment inevitably break down the walls of reason fortified by etiquette, culture, and knowledge, leading people to be more in tune with their instincts. If this is true even for those who have spent their lives learning and accumulating knowledge, it was only natural for mercenaries, who lived rough lives with little education, to act on their desires. The open lewdness that took place in the taverns of the ‘Shelter,’ where there was no guard intervention and only minimal rules were enforced, was likely in the same vein. “Hoo-eup, slurrp, hoo-eum…” Emily held Duron’s penis in her mouth, carefully caressing it. She licked the hardened pillar of flesh with her tongue, sucking and pulling it in as if to swallow it whole. With her other hand, she stroked the base and testicles, which she couldn’t fit into her mouth. “Ha-eup, heum, slurrp…” Rough, thick pubic hair tickled her softly caressing lips, and the strong, pungent scent unique to men spread, lingering at the tip of her nose. She grimaced at the smell. It was a repulsive odor. But at the same time, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Realizing this, Emily thought blankly to herself. ‘Am I… becoming strange too?’ Emily hadn’t forgotten that she was a man in her previous life. Even though that awareness had faded after living as a woman for 16 years, her fundamental nature hadn’t completely changed. It felt strange to her that she was kneeling between a man’s legs, licking his penis and acting coquettish. Even though she had been intimate with Charka three times, and even though she had enjoyed it, she still felt a slight resistance to the act of being held by a man as a woman. And now, she had to sell her body and act charming for money. Moreover, it was happening in a tavern where countless people were watching, making her the subject of their entertainment. Every time lustful gazes fell on Emily’s skin, she felt a surge of shame and an inexplicable heat rising from within. She was still wearing clothes, but her disheveled appearance exposed her soft shoulders and other parts of her body. Considering Layla’s situation, it was probably only a matter of time before she was stripped naked. The thought of being naked in front of so many men and accepting their desires… the overflowing emotions clouded her mind, making her feel like her thoughts were paralyzed. In the midst of complex emotions that made her head feel like it was about to explode with shame, excitement, a sense of depravity, and fear, Emily thought of her friend’s name. ‘Layla.’ How was she accepting these emotions? Why could she enjoy this whirlwind of frightening feelings? Why could she throw herself completely into the storm of men’s desires? …And was it really that pleasurable? She unconsciously tried to turn her head to look beside her, but “Don’t use your teeth, take it slow.” Just as she was about to turn her head, Duron’s voice echoed in her ear. The heavy voice made her flinch, and she nodded obediently with his penis in her mouth. “Hoo-eup, heu-eup, hoo-eum.”

-Slurrp, slurrp.

She opened her mouth wider and licked and sucked Duron’s penis more carefully. Her jaw ached from opening her mouth to its limit, and saliva dripped from her lips, but she didn’t stop serving Duron. She might have felt self-loathing for doing something for someone else that she had never received from a woman when she was a man, but she had already been intimate with Charka several times, so those feelings weren’t that strong. The reward for her faithful service was warm praise. “That’s right, that’s how you do it.” A heavy hand stroked her head, ruffling her red hair, and Emily felt a strange emotion in her chest. It was an emotion that could be described as pride or satisfaction. Would she have been happy with such praise if she had fully maintained her male mind? Perhaps that would have been impossible. But Emily didn’t care about that. She only followed the path led by that satisfying emotion, caressing Duron’s penis even more carefully. For Emily, being praised for her feminine charms by a man wasn’t a bad feeling, surprisingly. Charka was a considerate orc, but he wasn’t one to give compliments. The only person she loved was still Layla, but she thought that the subtle feeling of being recognized as a woman by a ‘man’ wasn’t so bad. Realizing her own feelings, Emily smiled bitterly to herself once again. ‘This is… a little painful…’ It wasn’t her body that hurt, but her heart. The process of her male self gradually eroding and Emily Artion’s female heart awakening was natural, but there was a faint pain as if something was being scraped away from within. It was as if a part of her own existence was falling away, and she was encountering another self she hadn’t known before. She couldn’t be sure if the woman kneeling in front of Duron, licking his penis and getting excited, was really the self she had known until now. She even feared that if she continued to have relationships with men, the masculine ‘Emily Artion’ would disappear completely. …Even if that ‘masculinity’ was just Emily’s delusion. ‘I am always me.’ But whether it was a delusion or not, Emily didn’t worry about it. Lee Seong-cheol from her previous life and Emily Artion. The two always coexisted, and one didn’t disappear when the other became stronger. As long as she had the memories of her previous life, she would always exist as ‘Emily Artion who was Lee Seong-cheol,’ and that fact would not change until the end of her life. “Slurrp, ha-eup…” Therefore, Emily paused her caresses for a moment and looked up at Duron. With a flushed face filled with heat and wide, colored brown eyes, she opened her mouth to Duron in a seductive voice. “Ha-eup… are you, satisfied?” If she was sure that neither side of herself would disappear, wouldn’t it be okay to indulge in her feminine side, at least for now? Thinking so, she put on a captivating ‘woman’s’ smile. // In contrast to Emily kneeling under Duron and serving his penis, Layla was lying on a table, accepting the penises of other mercenaries with her whole body. The situation of simultaneously accepting the desires of the mercenaries with her mouth and vulva, as if she were skewered on a skewer, was quite familiar to her.

-Squish, squish!

The sound of the table shaking and the sound of the mercenaries’ penises going in and out of her wet vulva echoed roughly amidst the men’s murmurs and cheers. Her snow-white naked body and disheveled golden hair sparkled in the light of the lamps. Layla’s figure, crushed under the body of a rough mercenary, distorted and shaken, was closer to pathetic than lewd. “Woop! Woop, hoo-woop!” The aloof attitude from earlier was nowhere to be found in her, who was accepting the men’s penises with both her vulva and mouth while spreading her legs. Of course, Layla herself had intended it to some extent, but the fact that she was being treated like this now was a bit unexpected. And that treatment was largely due to the fact that Layla’s fabricated personality wasn’t Duron’s taste. Whether the words he had uttered were just flattery or his mood had changed momentarily due to intoxication, Duron preferred Emily’s submissive attitude, contrary to Layla’s calculation that he would like a haughty woman being subdued. ‘Use that bitch as you see fit.’ Duron handed Layla, who had maintained a haughty attitude on the outside, over to his subordinates and chose to monopolize Emily. Layla welcomed Duron’s decision because she was secretly worried about Emily’s body, and she was even more pleased that she had become the receptacle for the semen of seven rough mercenaries. With her inner energy almost depleted, the seven mercenaries were an excellent source to replenish her empty inner energy.

-Twish, twish!

However, apart from that background, it was also true that the situation she was in now wasn’t very relaxed. Being raped without any inner energy and unable to open the Yin Demon Art was quite difficult, even for Layla. “Keuek! Damn it!!” “Wooh-woop!?” The mercenary, who was arching his back as if crushing Layla’s body, swore and forcefully pushed the penis he was inserting into her. “Heok, what a grip…” The mercenary’s penis wasn’t very large, but Layla’s inner flesh, which had mastered the Yin Demon Art, wrapped around his penis with just the right pressure, matching the thickness and length of the penis.

-Pshoo-shoo!

Due to the moist humidity, soft skin, hot body temperature, and constricting pressure, the mercenary who was tasting her inner flesh almost forcibly scattered white ejaculate into Layla’s vagina. “Poo-ha-ha! You were so confident, but only 3 minutes!” “The great Darren is dead! You talked so much, but you were the one who ejaculated early!” At the sight of such a man, the Zankata mercenary members who were watching it from around laughed and jeered. But the man called Darren also had something to say in his defense. “Damn it, try fucking her once and then talk! This bitch’s grip is no joke. It’s fucking ridiculous!” As he was jeered by his comrades, he blushed as if he was excited and grabbed Layla’s chest violently. At that strong grip, Layla trembled and let out a suppressed groan. “Woo-woop!?” However, because she still had another mercenary’s penis in her mouth, she could only repeat a gagged groan. One of the mercenaries, who was watching the scene with interest, approached Layla and poured beer on her body.

-Glug, glug.

As the cold liquid was scattered over her snow-white naked body, Layla’s body convulsed intermittently. Light yellow beer pooled like a spring on her concave belly, and her snow-white naked body glistened under the lamp, wet. That appearance made the men’s lust rise by itself. “Hoo….” Originally, Layla’s body was structured to be more suitable for beauty and lust than martial arts due to the Yin Demon Art. There were quite a few martial arts that were not for the purpose of martial arts, and the Yin Demon Art was one of those martial arts. The breasts, which still took on a seductive shape even after being grabbed and distorted several times, the pink nipples with a delicious-looking color, and the slender thighs all had beautiful shapes as if they were made to seduce men. “Keuheup, is it my turn now?” While everyone was admiring her body with lustful eyes, one of the mercenaries who was looking at her while swallowing his saliva seemed to come to his senses and muttered while looking at her. Excluding the leader Duron, there were a total of seven mercenary members. In order to taste Layla together, a turn was needed, and this was his turn. He was a man who was half bald despite his young age, and he was often rejected by women because of that unfortunate genetic trait. However, he wouldn’t have to worry about being rejected now. “Ha-eup, heup…?” What was in front of him was a beautiful woman, and at the same time, their plaything that accepted any desire. Layla turned her gaze and looked at the man who had approached her while accepting the mercenary’s penis that was moving back and forth in her mouth. Her blue eyes, looking at the man, were filled with anticipation rather than fear. Perhaps it was because he had read the desire in her eyes. The man put on a sly smile and muttered while looking at Layla.

“Heh… I’ve never seen such a delicious little thing.” He opened his pants and rubbed his penis between Layla’s cleft, which, despite being subjected to multiple intravaginal ejaculations, still looked pristine. The sensation of the soft flesh caressing his penis made him feel as if the blood was rushing to his head with excitement. “Ugh, I’m gonna cum!” “Huff, huff, ungh!!” And at that moment, the man who had been using Layla’s mouth ejaculated into her mouth with a soft moan. Even as nausea welled up, Layla strained to move her throat, swallowing the brackish, bitter taste and viscous semen that gushed from the tip of the man’s penis.

-Glug, glug.

The sensation of the semen passing through her esophagus and into her stomach would normally have been a dull and sticky unpleasantness, but for Layla, who could sense the fresh essence contained within the semen, even that was a satisfying pleasure. Tears streamed from her eyes as she struggled for breath, and her beautiful face contorted in pain, but she didn’t care.

-Squish.

But before she could properly savor the taste of the essence she had painstakingly received, a heavy, foreign sensation tearing through her insides from below pierced her body. The penis of the man who had newly inserted himself into her vulva was much larger than the previous mercenary’s, and Layla trembled as if she were being pierced through the crown of her head with pleasure. Even though her physical abilities had been honed by the succubus arts, her sensitivity to pleasure remained unchanged. In fact, having developed a more delicate sense of touch, she was even more vulnerable to pleasure and stimulation. Now, she had become a body that could easily climax simply from being penetrated, even without her clitoris being caressed, so without using her inner energy, she had no strength to resist, let alone control her body. “Haaah, wait, let me… haaang!!!” Thanks to the penis that had been filling her mouth being pulled out, Layla managed to open her mouth with difficulty, but all that came back was the mercenary’s rough movements. There was no way the mercenaries, with their lust raging to the top of their heads, would listen to her. The moment she felt the glans scraping against her vaginal walls and the thick penis tearing through her flesh and pressing against her internal organs, Layla once again moaned and trembled.