episode_0036

As he licked the girl’s lower abdomen, her soft skin was distorted by the pressure of his tongue. Only the girl’s unique sweet scent was present, and he tasted nothing, but it felt delicious to him. Thinking that the girl’s most precious place was inside this lower abdomen made the feeling even better. -Slurp! Slurp! Tsk! He continued to persistently lick the girl’s lower abdomen, and sometimes even used his mouth to suck on it. He tormented it so persistently that the girl’s lower abdomen was thoroughly wet with his saliva, reflecting the candlelight. The man hadn’t intended to torment the girl’s lower abdomen this much. But when he had licked the girl’s belly for some time. The girl: “Hmph.” This was because the girl had let out a different kind of moan from before. Out of curiosity, he licked her lower abdomen several times, then subtly touched the girl’s secret valley and, unbelievably, sweet honey dew was seeping out. Yes, the lower abdomen was none other than the girl’s erogenous zone. Elated by this accidental discovery, he obsessively tormented the girl’s lower abdomen, and. The girl: “Heee.” The deeply sleeping girl couldn’t even attempt to resist the pleasure and merely moistened her secret valley slightly according to her instincts. He had done this sort of thing quite a few times, but women’s sexual responses tend to be quite weak when they are in deep sleep. Especially when using sleeping pills like now, they were no different from limp meat dolls. Nevertheless, he always favored the situation of violating a woman who didn’t know anything, and what he learned in the process was that even in the same situation, women’s bodies reacted differently. There were cases where there was no reaction at all, and cases where there was a definite reaction. Among them, this girl was quite sensitive. Seeing the girl breathing heavily, he could no longer control his swollen meat-rod. He wanted to immediately shove this meat spear, swollen to the point of pain, into the girl’s hole. Just then, the girl’s secret valley, thoroughly wet with sweet honey dew, was opening and closing as if breathing, saying it was ready to accept the man. He arbitrarily took that as permission and thrust his meat spear towards the girl’s secret valley. The girl: “Ahhn.” And the girl’s moan that flowed out. The inside of the small girl, which he thought would not easily accept his meat-rod, was definitely accepting his thing. The girl’s meat dumpling, sticky and warm, wrapping around his meat-rod, was definitely giving him pleasure beyond expectation, to the point where he would have ejaculated immediately if he hadn’t forced himself to hold back. However, he was disappointed. He: “I thought she was a refined lady from somewhere. Did some other guy already eat her up?” He began to vigorously thrust his hips. Since he was already burning a sleeping incense and had used strong sleeping pills, there was no worry of the girl waking up. There was no consideration from the start, but now, without even attempting to control his impulse, he was thrusting his hips roughly according to instinct. He: “She looks so young! Not a virgin!” The girl: “Ugh, ah…!” More than that, he was jealous. Whether it was rape or done with mutual consent didn’t matter. He couldn’t stand it, feeling jealous of another male who had tasted this incomparably lovely girl first, in whatever way. He: “She already knows the taste of a man!” Above all, he hadn’t even seen this girl’s eyes. Would they be a beautiful red like her hair? Or what color? He had been excited. Thinking about how other guys had faced the girl’s eyes filled with fear, or received her loving gaze while having intercourse, twisted his gut. Then, seeing the lit candle all of a sudden, he picked it up without delay. It was a level of action that surprised even himself. He: “It’s punishment for a lewd slut!” The girl: “Ugh!” As he dropped the melted candle wax on her lower abdomen all at once and thrust his meat-rod deep into the meat dumpling, the girl breathed out pleasure-soaked gasps and pitiably trembled from the hot pain. Then a good idea came to him, and he stopped his vigorous thrusting. -Plop, plop It was to slowly insert and withdraw his meat-rod every time the candle wax dropped and touched the girl’s lower abdomen. So that the hot pain would feel like pleasure – after all, the lower abdomen was the girl’s erogenous zone, wasn’t it? The feeling of the girl’s meat dumpling tightening slightly every time the candle wax touched her lower abdomen was the best. This girl, without even knowing it, was becoming accustomed to his thing. But perhaps it was because he had already used his thing a lot today? He: “Kh-heum!” With an urgent feeling of ejaculation, he roughly thrust his meat spear until it reached the back of the girl’s inside, and in response, the girl’s waist arched as if bouncing up. His meat-rod heaved and churned, loudly spilling semen into the girl’s inside. Holding the girl for a while, with his thing still inside, and breathing heavily, he felt that now was the time to finish. If he wanted to, he could have done it all night, but then the cleanup would be a problem. If it weren’t for the sleeping incense he always kept burning recently, the girl might have woken up in the middle or he might have been discovered by other guys. This act ultimately brought an unpleasant smell, so even in a place filled with the scent of medicinal herbs like this, there might be those who would notice, so he had to put effort into cleaning up. As he stood up and pulled out the thing that was inserted inside the girl, the girl’s honey dew and his semen, mixed together from his thing, dripped down. The girl: “Ugh…” The girl’s lower abdomen was a mess, covered with his semen, the girl’s honey dew, and hardened candle wax. However, the sight of it generously splattered on the girl’s soft skin resembled sweet syrup poured over a dessert, making him swallow saliva. At that sight, his thing swelled up again. There was still plenty of time left. Checking if anyone had woken up, he reinserted his thing, which he had been about to withdraw, into the girl’s petals. The girl, unable to resist, was merely a sweet dessert to the utterly base beast. Asher slowly rose from the swamp of sleep and blinked blankly. And what met his eyes was a bright white ceiling and the biting scent of medicinal herbs brushing past his nose. He felt awkward seeing himself lying down and slowly raised his body. The man: “Y-you’re awake now.” And the voice of a man who sounded too clumsy to harbor wariness was heard. Asher: “Doctor mister?” Forcing his sleep-dulled mind awake, he recalled that the voice belonged to the doctor he met yesterday. Asher: “Why am I lying here?” The place Asher was lying was different from the spot and position he last remembered before falling asleep. Yesterday, he was definitely sitting on a chair and fell asleep leaning on the bed where Belka was lying. He was now lying on a blanket spread on the wagon floor, covered with a quilt. Wondering why he had fallen asleep here, the man answered. The man: “Y-you seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably. I, I moved you.” Holding his dizzy head, he looked towards where the voice came from and saw the man collecting discolored yellow bandages. Looking around, the people lying on the beds looked whiter than yesterday, so he rubbed his eyes, but seeing them still look brighter, it seemed their bandages had been changed. Asher: “Ah, what about Belka?” Then he spotted the girl and went closer, but she didn’t seem to be awake yet. At that moment, Asher felt like he smelled something familiar and frowned suspiciously. And a very unpleasant smell at that. It felt like his sleep was instantly gone, but smelling it again, he realized it was a different smell and breathed a sigh of relief. But because of the similar yet different feeling, he asked the man. Asher: “Did something happen to Belka?” The man: “W-w-well, her stamina and strength don’t seem to be, be good. It looks like she used up her energy too much. I, I gave her medicine good for recovering energy, and applied medicine in case there, there might be muscle pain.” Fortunately, it seemed the matter he was worried about hadn’t happened. Just then. The sound of someone knocking loudly on the wagon door was heard, along with someone’s voice. Someone: “Hey, Tluse! Let’s go eat!” It was the voice of a man named Donar. Soon the wagon door opened, and what appeared first was a brass-colored helmet. Donar: “Oh, you’re awake too. How’s your friend?” Asher: “Well, she’s still not.” Glancing at Belka, he saw her still lying asleep on the bed. With her white skin, she looked so delicate that you might mistake her for a doll if you couldn’t hear her very faint breathing. Tluse: “This child will take, take some time to wake up. Even if she wakes up quickly, it’ll be around, around evening.” Tluse also added. Donar: “Hmm, is that so? That’s a bit of a shame, but kid. Why don’t you come eat with us?” Asher: “Uh, but the wagon is.” If they all went to eat, only the patients, including Belka, would be left here. Donar: “I know what you’re worried about, but you won’t be able to eat anything for lunch, so it’s best to eat as heartily as possible.” Tluse: “Y-yes. If you don’t get some fresh air at a time like this, you’ll feel, feel stuffy.” Something felt different about what Asher and they were worried about and discussing, but since they spoke like that and asked him to eat, he couldn’t refuse. Donar: “The patients’ portions are prepared separately, you see.” He was hungry too now. While worrying about the girl who hadn’t regained consciousness yet, he followed Donar’s urging with hesitant steps. Stepping out of the wagon, though less intense because it was morning, the hot and dry weather of the wilderness greeted him. Asher: “Ugh, it stings.” But more annoying than that was the sand dust mixed in the wind that sharply hit his skin. Perhaps because the sun was just rising, a strong wind was blowing. The reason this wilderness was uncomfortable wasn’t just that it was hot during the day and cold at night. It was that when the sun rose like this, a strong wind blew in the wilderness where not a single breeze had been. This time, thanks to being inside the wagon, he slept comfortably, but when it was just the two of them, the wind would forcibly wake them up from the morning. The wind that didn’t blow even when he secretly prayed for it to blow during the day would blow all at once when he wished it wouldn’t. Donar: “It’s a bit annoying, but it’s better than being steamed to death by the sun or frozen to death because it’s too cold, isn’t it?” Asher: “Is that what you call talking right now?” It was when he couldn’t even properly open his eyes, fearing the metallic-smelling sand dust hitting his skin might hit his eyes too. Donar: “I brought this just in case. Here, use this at least.” Asher: “This is?” Frowning at the stinging sand hitting his cheeks, he forced open his eyes that wouldn’t open and saw the hand of the man wearing rough leather gloves, extending something made of thick, worn cloth and something black. Asher: “What is this?” Donar: “Just put it on so the black part is over your eyes.” Asher: “That’s not what I asked.” He seemed to understand how to use it, but he was just hesitating because something about the black part bothered him. Nevertheless, after putting it on his head, Asher was surprised. It wasn’t just for the simple reason that the sand dust no longer hit his skin. Asher: “This, I thought it would be completely black and I wouldn’t see anything. But I can see ahead?” Just as he said, when he put it on so the black part was over his eyes, what had looked only black was more transparent than expected, and he could see well ahead. Still, it wasn’t completely transparent, giving the feeling that the world had darkened, but the fact that he could see ahead more clearly than when covering his face with a thin cloth was surprising. But for some reason, she wasn’t the only one whose voice was surprised. Tluse: “Do-Donar! T-t-t-that! That thing you treasured that’s incredibly valuable?!” Turning around at Tluse’s near-shocked cry, he saw that Tluse also had a similar cloth on his face, so his expression wasn’t visible, but it was clear he was sufficiently surprised. However, on the part over his eyes, unlike what Asher had received, there was a thin cloth instead of something black. Wondering what this black thing was, he looked at Donar, who just shrugged and said. Donar: “That’s true, but thinking about it, I hardly ever use it.” Donar tapped the helmet he was wearing. Tluse: “T-that, b-but! Just selling it would get you how much!” Donar: “I’m just lending it. Besides, we’re almost at where we eat.” Tluse finally closed his mouth. And the place they arrived at was the old man’s wagon from yesterday. In front of his wagon, many people were gathered today as well, and unlike yesterday, tents were set up, blocking the sand wind. He wondered why they didn’t blow away, but looking closely, the tents were each connected to a wagon. Confirming that the wind was blocked by the tents and wagons and didn’t blow, and while taking off what Donar had given him, the old man welcomed them. The old man: “Good morning.” Asher: “Ah, yes! Uh… did grandpa sleep well?” He hesitated about how to call the old man, then asked awkwardly. The people around looked surprised. Do people here get surprised by trivial things? Or was it because he came from the countryside that he often did things that surprised others? Noticing the atmosphere around him, Asher rolled his eyes and looked around, and the old man’s expression softened kindly, as if he had heard a heartwarming story. The old man: “Yes, have you come to eat?” Asher: “That’s true, but.” Seeing the expressions of the people around, he said it felt like he shouldn’t intrude. Asher: “W-well, you’ve prepared something separately.” The old man: “It’s alright, let’s eat together.” Despite his words, the old man smiled and beckoned him. He was even patting the spot beside him, as if telling him to sit there. The people still looked surprised, so Asher awkwardly approached the old man but hesitated, when Donar’s voice was heard. Donar: “Come on now, stop dithering, the elder is waiting.” Asher: “W-wait a minute! I’ll go by myself, you don’t have to drag me!” Despite Asher’s flustered cry, Donar casually pushed his back, leading him to the old man’s side. Half-forced to sit beside the old man, he soon belatedly smelled a savory scent wafting into his nostrils. Looking now, near the fire burning in front of the old man, some unidentified meat skewered on an iron spit was beautifully searing and cooking. But the strange thing was that there was no wood burning beneath that fire. Instead, something shaped like a pot was spewing out the flames. At that, Asher forgot his tension and stared at it. Asher: “What is this?” In the village he lived in, they started fires by burning wood. Furthermore, even after using a fire once, they always had to maintain at least the embers, so someone from each household had to watch the brazier, which he remembered as inconvenient. Asher, who lived alone, had no way to maintain the embers, so he would start fires with the flint he received from Belka. From the pot, a somewhat acrid and unpleasant smell came, unlike when wood burned, but the existence of the pot spewing flames on its own without any wood was so wondrous that he didn’t mind the smell. The old man: “Is it that wondrous?” Asher: “Yes, I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Was that why? Asher didn’t realize the old man’s gaze directed at him. But his curiosity towards the never-before-seen object was only for a moment. For Asher, whose only food while walking through the wilderness for the past few days had been a few pieces of dried jerky given by the wolves and a few handfuls of sweet-tasting powder-like things he couldn’t identify, the sight of properly cooked food was extremely tempting. When the old man offered a skewer that seemed cooked, he couldn’t even think of refusing and just accepted it, saying thank you. Donar: “Come to think of it, you’re lucky.” Asher: “What do you mean?” When he asked Donar what he meant, unable to understand, the man laughed and said. Donar: “We can’t always eat like this either, you see.” Asher: “Then this is.” Holding up a well-cooked skewer himself. Donar: “Before we met you, a rather large one attacked, you see. This is its meat.” Asher: “Ack!” Asher was surprised and looked at the skewer he was holding. More than that, an attack by a large one? He thought it might be a creature living in this wilderness. Donar: “We even had injured because of it, but we managed to defeat it. Thanks to that, we got food like this.” After hearing Donar’s story, he couldn’t bring himself to eat the skewer he was holding. The delicious smell was tempting him, and his stomach was crying out for food. Hearing the news that there were even injured people to get this meat made him feel like his appetite had completely disappeared. Donar: “Uh, I didn’t mean to make you feel burdened, you see.” Perhaps realizing his mood, Donar awkwardly scratched the back of his head. It was a moment when everyone unintentionally looked at each other. A woman: “I’ve said this before, but Donar-ssi, please think about the timing when you speak.” Donar: “Sif.” Just then, a woman interjected and spoke, and the atmosphere relaxed a bit. Sitting right next to Donar was a woman with flowing blonde hair and a cheerful impression. Asher couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the sight of her. Because her appearance was. Asher: “Mari, noona?” She had the bright blonde hair like the girl who was like family, now only a memory, and green eyes like lush greenery. But Asher gave up on asking the woman about her relationship with Mari. He realized that simply having the same hair and eye color was too little evidence to make a connection. The woman: “Hey, kid.” Asher: “Yes, yes?!” When the woman called Asher, he was startled and raised his head. And he met her green eyes that reminded him of old memories. The woman: “Don’t mind what this person says, and eat. And you! Watch your words! What are you trying to do, burdening the kid!” Donar: “No, I didn’t mean to.” The woman: “That’s the bigger problem!” For some reason, the kindness within her made him think of Mari even more, and biting his lip with a choked feeling. The woman seemed to think it was because of Donar’s words and rebuked him. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to have heard what he mumbled. After the woman unleashed a torrent of nagging at Donar and he floundered, the awkward atmosphere had somehow disappeared. The woman: “Where are you going! You!” Donar: “I have something to do!” In the end, the woman’s nagging concluded with Donar running off somewhere, saying he had something to do. Everyone watching that sight laughed and became noisy. The woman: “I’m sorry because of that person. Did you get indigestion?” Asher: “I-I’m okay.” Asher was flustered by the sight of the woman apologizing as if she had done something wrong, and shook his head. Seeing her, making him wonder if Mari noona would look like that if she had grown up safely, his heart couldn’t help but soften.