Episode 50. Retinel (1)

It was on the third day, after two more nights since leaving the village, that we arrived at Retinal.

“Should we find a place to stay first?”

“Yeah. Let’s go grab some food first…”

As a city with a large floating population, Retinal was, unusually, a city with an inn, like Yulstein County. I seemed to remember hearing that there were up to five before the regression, but it seems there’s only one now. Winnie led me to a place she had used whenever she visited, and a large, magnificent inn appeared.

‘Retinal Inn’

Yeah, the first one to grab a name like that is the boss. We went into the inn, got a room, and came down to the first floor to eat. We got one room after hearing the price of the lodging. The price was insane, probably because it was a monopoly. But there were two beds in one room, so I didn’t complain.

Still, the advantages of that price were, first, that meals were provided. And second, that riff-raff who couldn’t afford that price were blocked at the entrance. The atmosphere of this city, which was lenient to put it nicely, but honestly neglectful, meant there were too many low-lives. Winnie didn’t want to cause trouble and was reluctant to reveal her identity, so we had to differentiate ourselves with money, even if it was just this much. This amount could be used as business expenses, after all. Although Winnie paid for everything.

I buried my face in the food, which was the first proper meal in days. The village we stopped at in between only had bland wheat porridge to eat, so I thought the jerky I ate while camping was better. It looked thinner than my semen, so I don’t know how people lived on that stuff.

Eating the hot stew made me feel like my fatigue was melting away. For the past few days since starting the journey, I had been falling asleep like a log for some reason, so I was tired every evening. I was refreshed in the morning, but after dinner, I felt sluggish and tired, like I had postprandial sleepiness. It was a little suspicious, though…

Winnie was staring intently at my bowl. She seemed to want a bite, so I scooped out a large chunk of carrot and gave it to her.

“Ah, thanks… Wait a minute!”

Before Winnie could stop me, I picked up a piece of meat and put it in my mouth. If there’s something going, there should be something coming.

“Hey, why are you giving me vegetables and taking the meat?! Give me meat too!”

“No.”

I used my spoon to scoop up meat from the stew and ate it. Winnie also rummaged through my stew bowl with her spoon, but it seemed impossible to find the meat that had been wiped out by my attack just now.

“Heuheo…”

In the end, Winnie gave up on the meat and ate the carrot while crying. Dealing with Winnie makes me feel very childish. Is it because her actions and size are like a child’s? Time for a grown-up drink in times like these.

“Hey, innkeeper, a bottle of wine here.”

“We don’t sell wine at our store. All we have is beer…”

“Tsk, then give us two glasses of that.”

“Oh…”

Winnie’s eyes lit up with joy. We each drank a glass of the beer that soon came out and went up to sleep. It was comfortable having two small beds in one room. Winnie’s glass hardly seemed to have decreased, so it seemed like Winnie didn’t really enjoy alcohol.

I’m the type of person who doesn’t fall asleep easily even after drinking alcohol. To be precise, if I drink a little, my mind becomes even clearer. That’s the case when I’ve had about a glass of beer.

The reason I’m saying this is because it seems like Winnie doesn’t know that fact. Winnie, who had quietly gotten up at some point, was standing by my bed and calling me in a small voice.

“…Ed, Edward…”

“Ugh, uhm…”

I almost answered reflexively when she called my name. Pretending to be sleep-talking, I turned my head, and Winnie, who was more surprised than I was, called my name again as if to check if I was really sleep-talking.

“…Edward…”

“…Ed, asleep…?”

Winnie was waving her hand in front of my half-closed eyes. She even blew air into my ear to check. This was a bit dangerous, but I slowly raised my hand and scratched it to get past it. If it were her usual personality, it wouldn’t be strange for her to have already woken up and interrogated me, but Winnie was too serious and cautious, so I felt bad about embarrassing her. I was also curious about what she was trying to do.

“Is she weaker to alcohol than I thought…”

No, I’m awake right now. Winnie, who kept stimulating my body as if to confirm something, finally took action. At the sight of her silhouette going between my legs, I prepared to restrain her by tightening my legs if necessary. And… Winnie lowered my pants.

I can feel Winnie’s hand touching my soft and small penis. I can feel her warm and small hand touching my balls. Winnie, who was about to lower her head, stood up again as if she had forgotten something.

Chuk-

“I won’t kiss you if I suck your penis…”

I tried not to show it as much as possible, but I felt embarrassed because she seemed to have already noticed. I was wondering if it was right not to react when she touched my penis and kissed me, even though I reacted when she blew air into my ear. Winnie moved back between my legs.

“Eup, eum… slurps.”

Feeling the sensation of her mouth-vagina, which I thought I had gotten used to, I felt my penis erect again after a long time. From the day I arrived in the village until today, my penis, which had always been energetic, had lost its vitality and was drooping. I was wondering if the cause was some strange herb, but it was just that I had unknowingly used up all my semen. Is this pleasure without responsibility? I was wondering why she hadn’t been making demands suddenly for the past few days, but it turns out she had been enjoying it alone.

Winnie, who has done it several times, skillfully plays with my erect penis. I can also hear the sound of water squishing, so it seems like she’s sucking while masturbating herself. Winnie’s face, moving quickly, is faintly visible, and I feel pleasure from my penis. The moonlight from the crescent moon seeping through the window was creating a strange atmosphere. I ejaculated comfortably at the sight and the stimulation I felt after a long time.

gulp-

Winnie, who licked up the semen as if it were delicious, now climbed on top of me as if riding a horse. She put her penis between the vaginal lips and rubbed it a few times while shaking her waist, then naturally inserted it with a seemingly accidental motion. It was a sensation I was feeling after a long time, but my penis and vagina found each other’s positions as if they were familiar with each other.

“Heung, heut, heut, hua…”

She shakes her waist, slamming her butt hard. Only Winnie’s sweet moans could be heard in the quiet inn room at night. But is it easier to cum when you’re sleeping? At this rate, it seemed impossible to squeeze out my balls until they were empty, even if the sun rose and it became bright.

“It feels good because it’s bigger than usual…”

Winnie put her hand on my chest and shook hard, shuddering alone. Her sexy belly, shining in the moonlight, contracted, making the outline of my penis inside her more distinct. Due to the angle, the moonlight was only shining below Winnie’s shoulders, making her lewd body look more emphasized. The shadows of the partitions that were hanging in the middle were forming dark bands, as if trying to cover her nipples.

That’s that, and the sex has completely stopped. Is it all right if she just feels good and goes by herself? I felt good because it was after a long time. It feels like it burned halfway and stopped.

“You’re being wicked.”

“Huh? Huh?”

When I raised my body as it was, it naturally became a missionary position. I couldn’t see well because I was obscured by my shadow, but I could tell she was flustered just by hearing her voice.

“Since when have you been doing this?”

“Oh, it only happened once today.”

You’ll be in more trouble if you lie. When I looked at her with that kind of feeling, she immediately raised five fingers and surrendered. Five times, five times means from the day I fell asleep until last night. That means she did it every day.

“So, is it all because of you that I went to bed early every evening?”

“But I never gave you anything that would leave permanent aftereffects…”

I don’t sleep much originally, and I tend to wake up easily at the slightest sound. It didn’t seem to make sense that I didn’t know she was taking off my pants and having sex at night like this, so I asked, and that was the answer.

“How can I eat anything Winnie gives me in the future without being scared…”

“No, really! You didn’t have a headache at all!”

“Shh.”

Too loud is a nuisance to the next room. I silently adjusted my posture. In times like these, it would be best to issue a sex ban as punishment, but I’m already too erect… That’s impossible. Instead, I completely spread Winnie’s legs, turned her body so that her vagina was facing up.

“Were you wrong, or not?”

“I was wrong…”

“I can’t believe you just saying it. You’ll have to be punished, won’t you?”

I pressed down on Winnie’s whole body so she couldn’t escape, and moved the penis that was inside her. Maybe it’s because she felt a pleasure that was on a different level from when she did it alone, but I could see Winnie’s eyes rolling back and going away. How bland. Since she satisfied herself to her heart’s content without me knowing, I’ll have to cum inside Winnie until I’m satisfied. I cummed inside Winnie three times in a position where my waist was completely bent and I was lying on top of her.

“My back hurts…”

“Who told you to do that?”

Winnie, who woke up the next day, complained of back pain.