The Monster Hiding in the Building (7)

“Nord. Do you sense any evil mana from it?”

Fran asked as she worked on her leather armor.

“No. It’s not some high-end item made by imbuing it with mana. The material itself is good, so it’ll help strengthen magic, though.”

The reason the Hobgoblin’s magic had been relatively powerful was that this little stone had strengthened it. It might fetch a little money if I sold it to the Mages’ Guild.

“What I’m wondering is why they left it behind.”

I shoved my bag into the corner and said,

“It’s not incredibly valuable, but there’s no reason to leave it behind, either. Dark mages are already outcasts, so they must be strapped for cash.”

“Maybe they had to flee in a hurry because someone was after them? Otherwise, maybe the goblins stole it while they were out for a bit.”

“I thought of those possibilities, too, but it still seems strange.”

I got up from the bed and massaged Fran’s shoulders.

“If it wasn’t an abandoned hideout, the goblins wouldn’t have been able to steal anything from inside and make it back alive. And if they fled in a hurry, they’d obviously have been pursued. Their pursuers would’ve ransacked the hideout and taken anything worth money.”

“Hmm. I see what you mean.”

After I explained, Fran spoke as if she’d figured it out.

“You’re worried the dark mage might be incredibly powerful, aren’t you, Nord?”

“Right. Maybe he thought this wasn’t something worth going out of his way to bring along.”

It was the same logic as seasoned veterans in old games throwing away junk items.

Maybe this Power Stone was some high-level dark mage’s junk item, tossed because his inventory was full, and that low-level newbie, the Hobgoblin, had swiped it and made it his weapon.

Fran frowned and touched her lips with a finger.

“We should report this when we get back to the guild.”

“Yeah. But what if they take the Power Stone as evidence and don’t give it back?”

“We sign a contract in cases like that, so they can’t stiff us.”

“Oh, really? As expected of my senior adventurer.”

“Hehe.”

Fran finished tending to her leather armor and nestled into my arms. I picked her up and carried her to the bed.

─Flump.

When I lay down, Fran climbed on top of me. I stroked her head, resting near my solar plexus.

“Are there a lot of dark mages around Sargadis?”

Fran murmured as she closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch.

“We found a dark mage’s hideout last time, too.”

“Now that you mention it, you’re right. It could be the same guy running around all over the place, plotting something.”

“A dark mage? That sounds scary.”

“Whatever happens, I’ll protect you.”

A pretty cringeworthy line came out of my mouth on its own. It must have been because I meant every word.

Fortunately, Fran looked happy. And I’d learned that a guy should tell his girlfriend he’d risk his life to protect her, even if he had to lie, so I said it with all my heart.

“So if anything happens, come find me first, okay?”

“Thank you. But actually, I already do that.”

Fran whispered with a happy smile. Her pale cheeks flushed pink. She worked outside in the sun all the time, so why was her skin so smooth?

“You do? Aww, our Fran’s such a good girl.”

─Pat, pat.

I stroked and patted Fran’s back with both hands. She rubbed her cheek against my hand and asked,

“Nord, are you feeling okay? That mana inheritance thing happened again, didn’t it?”

“I’m fine.”

As I said that, I checked my mana reservoir.

After gaining Tabula’s mana, the capacity of my mana reservoir had increased quite a bit. In my subjective opinion, by more than 50 percent.

‘It’s hard to say, since I don’t know the absorption rate.’

I didn’t know how much mana Tabula had at most, so I couldn’t tell what percentage I’d absorbed.

If my mana was 100 and it went up by 50, that was one thing. But if Tabula had 500 mana, then the actual absorption rate was only 10 percent.

“It doesn’t feel like it’s harmful to my body. They say mana the recipient’s body can’t handle gets filtered out.”

“But you said it doesn’t happen very often. Do you have any idea why it happened?”

“Haha. I haven’t got the slightest clue.”

Mana inheritance probably wasn’t common.

Tirsi had mentioned it, too. In some denominations of Romagna, the pope passes on his divine power to the next pope.

Interpreted another way, that meant most denominations—with a few exceptions—didn’t do that.

‘In other words, mana inheritance isn’t easy.’

In this other world, mana was more valuable than money.

If people could pass their mana on to a successor before they died, anyone who refused would have to be either a moron or someone harboring resentment toward their organization. Even inheriting 50 percent of someone’s mana was better than getting none.

“Mana inheritance must be hard to make happen. People even try to dodge inheritance taxes just to leave their kids a little more money. That’s human nature.”

And yet, people still weren’t inheriting mana from one another.

If there were no side effects and they still didn’t do it, then it wasn’t that they didn’t want to—it was that they couldn’t.

‘But seriously, why the hell does this shit only happen to me?’

It suddenly felt unfair.

Something special or weird always happened to me. And I never had a clue what the hell was going on.

‘This is why I need a goddamn status window.’

Like, you know? It should pop up with a bunch of snappy little descriptions for all your skills! Wouldn’t that make everything so much easier?!

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[Beast Regression LV 9]

[Details: Transforms into Vector Man.]

[Random side effect: (Penis enhancement applied).]

[Mana Inheritance LV 1]

[Details: 5% chance to steal 10% of the mana from the guy you wrecked.]

[Activation condition: The target must be a professor.]

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Fuck, wouldn’t a status window make everything that easy?

If it just gave me the exact information I needed, I could’ve sighed and thought, ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake. Guess I have to stake my life on luck here, too~,’ then kowtowed and prayed for good gacha luck every time I took out a professor before chopping off his head!!!

For fuck’s sake, stop hating on status windows. What would it hurt to give me one, when everybody else has one?

Or maybe patching my Translation Ability drained all my energy. As expected, life’s a fucking broken game.

Back in the day, I used to fucking hate status windows, too. Not anymore.

Even those guys who have a fit at the mere sight of a status window would spend three years in another world with NO status window, then hear a ding! and start pissing themselves from head to toe, crying, “Thank you for telling me my intelligence was 2!!”

“Nord. About the mana inheritance—could it have happened because the Hobgoblin could use rune magic?”

Fran said as she picked a loose thread off my shirt.

“Rune magic?”

“That bad person named Tabula used rune magic, too, didn’t he? Rune letters are magical writing Odin gave to humans. Couldn’t there be a connection?”

After saying that, Fran looked like she’d just realized something and corrected herself.

“Oh, but I heard Tabula only used rune magic after he turned into a monster. Maybe that means it’s unrelated.”

“No. He used rune magic even before that.”

Tabula had used several runes while fighting me and Tirsi. Back when he was still human.

Rune magic, huh? That’s a pretty good theory.

“Fran? There’s an iron mask the guy used in my bag. Could you take it out for a second?”

“A mask? Okay.”

Fran lay on top of me and rummaged through my bag to find the mask. In the process, she covered my entire face with her breasts.

─Squish.

‘Heheh.’

Fran’s breasts really were the best. All my worries vanished while I was like this. I even forgot what we’d been talking about.

“Here. This one, right?”

Fran asked as she moved her chest away from my face. I stared at her tits like a newborn baby who’d lost its mother’s breast, then came back to my senses.

“Oh, yeah. See that wooden charm attached inside the mask? That was made with rune magic, too. Tabula must’ve made it.”

“Huh? A rune? Where?”

Fran looked at the mask in surprise. My finger pointed to the ‘ᚲ’ carved into the wooden charm.

“This is a rune?”

Fran looked more puzzled than surprised.

That was the normal reaction. Who’d look at this and think it was writing, unless they were a mage or an archaeologist?

‘ᚲ’?

The hell, was this writing? Even the five-sense script the Erin people used looked more like writing than this.

“This is a rune called ᚲ(Kenaz). It means ‘realization,’ ‘perception,’ or ‘wisdom.’”

Even to me, who knew runes, it looked like nothing more than a tiny scratch.

But that scratch was the rune that turned Tabula’s mask into a magic item with the effects of ‘concealment’ and ‘appearance obscuration.’

I knew the exact effect because Tirsi told me.

“The person who made the mask wrote this rune backward on the charm. If you carve a rune backward, its effect is reversed, too.”

For the record, you tell which way is up by drawing a line underneath the rune. I showed Fran the wooden charm.

“What happens if the effect is reversed?”

“It makes it impossible to ‘tell’ who’s wearing the mask.”

In a magical sense, masks were tools for concealing your identity.

Tabula’s iron mask combined that magical property with a rune, making it a magic item that kept people from recognizing the appearance of the person wearing it.

“Rune magic doesn’t do much on its own. A rune only works once it’s carved into a medium.”

Rune magic didn’t require a long incantation. But you needed the right medium to get the effect you wanted, and most of its effects were support-oriented.

So I’d learned that it had declined a lot, pushed aside by powerful modern magic that could be cast instantly.

“Like the lightning the Hobgoblin shot from the mural on the ceiling?”

“Right. That was a variant of the ᚼ(Hagall) rune.”

It had carved the rune meaning ‘unforeseen disaster’ into a lightning drawing, a symbol of natural disasters, and used it as a magic circle to shoot lightning.

It was crude magic, so, Power Stone buff aside, I probably wouldn’t have died if it hit me while I was unarmored.

“This mask probably wasn’t very effective with only the ᚲ(Kenaz) rune, so he made it into a magic item to get a synergistic effect.”

That was why Tabula had carved the ᚲ(Kenaz) rune backward into the piece of wood attached to the mask, then worked it into a charm. Iron repelled mana, so he used the wooden charm as an intermediary.

‘Tabula was able to withstand Tirsi’s <Ice Arrow> even when he was still human.’

Maybe he’d boosted his magic resistance with the ᚦ(Thurs) rune right before the spell hit him.

I hadn’t seen him writing anything with his finger during the fight, so maybe he’d made the ᚦ(Thurs) rune into a magic item, too, and it broke when he transformed.

‘After he transformed, the black mana buff kept it activated like a passive skill, so attack magic didn’t work on him.’

Maybe he’d been hit by <Burning Hand> while human because the rune activated too late, or because the firepower overwhelmed it even after it activated.

His hand was fine despite the gauntlet getting hot enough to glow, so I figured it was the latter. Normally, if a gauntlet got that hot, the skin would’ve stuck to it and you wouldn’t have been able to pull it off.

Well, what the dead guy’s stats were didn’t matter anymore.

Both Tabula and the Hobgoblin had used rune magic.

That was the only thing the half-human and the full-fledged brat had in common. I hugged Fran and sat up.

“All right. It’s worth a shot. Let’s test it.”

“Test what?”

“Yeah. Fran? You had a mask you were making for yourself, right? If you brought it, could I borrow it for a moment?”

“Huh? I did bring it, but……”

Fran handed me the unfinished mask, looking uncertain.

I took it and held it in my left hand.

‘Focus, focus.’

I entered full concentration mode and gathered mana at my fingertips.

From now on, this finger would be my brush.

‘I am Nord, the performance artist, yo.’

I poured my ambition to one day become an artist who painted with his dick into my index finger. Burn, my pen!!

─Whip!

─Scritch!!

After I haphazardly carved a rune, green mana stained the tip of my index finger. My mana had turned green and carved itself into the back of the mask!

The hell, it actually worked? My heart pounding, I called out the name of the rune.

【──ᚲ(Kenaz).】

The incantation came out in Germanian. My voice sounded fucking majestic for once.

What was with that voice? Shit, I’m falling for myself. I think it felt like hearing my own voice in a recording.

They say you can’t hear your real voice. Something about the ears and mouth being connected, making your voice resonate and change? I don’t know the exact details.

Anyway, did your voice not get distorted when you recited a rune spell? That was fucking fascinating.

─Whirrrrr! Whirrrrr!

That was when the ᚲ(Kenaz) rune I’d carved backward into the mask began to activate.

Until now, I’d secretly tried rune magic, relying only on my Translation Ability, but I’d failed every time. This felt different somehow.

It felt like the mana inside me was being filtered and activated, like coffee brewed by a top-class barista!!

─Whirrrrr! Whirrrrr!

But the mana I’d made this way ran out in an instant.

By instinct, I realized that I’d had enough mana to learn only one rune, and I’d used that one chance on the ᚲ(Kenaz) rune.

Understanding the true meaning of a rune not with your head, but with your instincts!

That was what it took to use rune magic!

‘Fuck. No wonder I kept failing no matter how many times I tried.’

So just knowing what it meant wasn’t enough to make it work. I frowned.

Knowing a math formula and solving a problem that used it were two different things. The same went for knowing rune language and using rune magic.

It was like how knowing a few simple formulas from a textbook wouldn’t get you a perfect score on a math test, and being Korean didn’t mean you’d get every question right on a Korean exam.

That was how I stood in relation to rune magic.

‘So this is how even those brain-dead, dumbass goblin shamans could use rune magic.’

Rune magic had nothing to do with intelligence or the amount of knowledge you had.

That was why even a dimwitted half-human like Tabula or a goblin brat could use rune magic.

‘It’s similar to the enlightenment you hear about in martial arts novels.’

Normally, you’d have to spend a long time meditating or training your mind to reach this kind of realization, right?

Maybe I’d skipped the process of learning rune magic by using the mana I’d stolen from the Hobgoblin instead.

“Nord! You carved a rune into it!”

Fran’s eyes widened when she saw the ᚲ(Kenaz) rune on the mask.

I was pretty surprised, too, but Fran’s big reaction helped me calm down a little. My beloved girlfriend really was an adorable partner who helped me twenty-four hours a day.

“I’m not sure if it worked. I’m going to try it on, so tell me what you think.”

As I said that, I put the wooden mask on my face.

I couldn’t feel any difference at all. What the fuck? Was it actually a dud?

‘Where’d my realization go?’

Was all I’d gained a skill that turned my finger into a brush?

“Huh? Ah?!”

But Fran’s reaction was strange.

“N-Nord’s presence disappeared!!”

─Whip!!

In a panic, Fran pulled off my mask. I blinked, unable to understand why she was acting like that.

“Fran? Why’d you suddenly do that?”

“Oh. S-sorry. Nord’s presence suddenly got so faint, I did it without thinking.”

Fran apologized when I asked her dumbfoundedly. She’d done it by mistake because she was startled, but she’d only been worried about me, so I didn’t feel bad about it.

But my presence had gotten faint? Had it worked?

I was so curious that I reached for the mask.

“It’s my magic, so I can undo it whenever I want if something goes wrong. Give it back. I’ll try it on again.”

“No. I don’t want to. What if it’s dangerous? If you really have to test it, I’ll just wear it.”

─Whip!

Fran hid the mask behind her body as if she didn’t want to give it to me. Her round eyes were full of caution.

What was this adorable creature? It hurt my heart, like I was taking a sunflower seed away from a hamster. I gave her a wry smile.

“All right. Can’t be helped. Then could you do me a favor? I want to see what it does with my own eyes, too.”

If it was dangerous, we could cancel it. The effect was powered by mana, so we could dispel the magic just by cutting off the mana.

“Leave it to me!”

Fran declared boldly and put on the mask. It didn’t have a strap, so she had to hold it to her face with her hand.

Then the rune’s effect kicked in.

─Fade.

Her presence grew faint, as if the sound effect ‘fade’ had come to life. I could still see her, but her features didn’t register clearly on my retinas.

─Boing!

Fran jumped off the bed and crouched in the narrow gap between the bed and the wall. She was using her thief skills to hide.

“Holy shit.”

The truly amazing thing was that even though I was using my mana-enhanced senses to their fullest, I couldn’t pin down Fran’s presence at all.

I could see her with my eyes.

But if she went behind me, I probably wouldn’t detect her presence at all until she tried to attack!

“The rune magic’s a huge success.”

I said as I looked at the tip of my index finger.

I’d become Nord, the Rune Mage.

“How was it?”

Fran asked as she came out of her hiding place.

She was still wearing the mask, but the effect of concealment weakened when she spoke to me. It felt like the more attention she drew, the weaker the effect became.

“It’s good enough. I couldn’t tell where you were. Even if several people wearing that hid in this room, I don’t think I’d notice.”

When she stayed still and quiet, she really was difficult to detect. Now I understood how that hulking half-human bastard had watched my Requiem without being found out.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

“It was the same when I wore it. I guess the person wearing the mask can’t tell.”

Maybe it was because the wearer wasn’t included in the effect. If you couldn’t even tell where you were, that’d just be a fucking curse.

“Anyway, this rune looks pretty useful. If I can carve it into a mask, you could walk around with me when I’m Arthur Wayne without anyone finding out who you are, Fran.”

“Oh, really?!”

Maybe it was good news, because Fran took off the mask with a smile.

That smile made me feel a little sad. It would be hard to make that happen right away.

“The problem is, I don’t know how to make magic items.”

“Oh……”

“I know they’re made with <Enchant> magic, but I don’t know how to make them last a long time. The materials must be complicated, too.”

I could carve the rune into the mask and maintain it for a little while. But the effect would keep cutting out at the slightest thing. It didn’t use much mana, but the magic required concentration.

That was why you had to turn it into an item to use it.

“Um, couldn’t I just wear that iron mask?”

Fran said, pointing to the mask Tabula had made.

“No.”

Even though I knew how selfish that sounded, I said it anyway.

“I don’t want you wearing a mask some other guy pressed to his face while panting.”

It was an unabashed display of possessiveness.

I hated wearing a gas mask even in the military. If Fran put on the mask that bastard half-human, some pig-and-wolf hybrid, had worn? I’d lose my mind and smash it to pieces before the day was over.

“……Ahem. I-is that so? All right, I won’t wear it.”

Depending on how you looked at it, my comment might’ve sounded a little pathetic. But hearing it, Fran blushed and squirmed.

She seemed to like seeing her man act possessive and jealous.

‘Damn. That’s hot.’

The sight of Fran in her light underclothes, lit by candlelight, made my dick throb.

We hadn’t done it in a few days. And it was nighttime, with the sun already down outside.

We weren’t going to take any quests tomorrow when we got back, so wouldn’t it be okay to spend the night going at it?

─Creak.

I went and sat next to Fran. The bed creaked softly.

Fran wasn’t embarrassed. She placed her hand over the back of mine. It wasn’t like this was the first or second time we’d been like this, so what was there to be embarrassed about?

And so, like a major league pitcher who’d spotted an opening, I put my hand on Fran’s shoulder and──

─Knock, knock.

“Anybody in there?”

──I was interrupted by that fucking innkeeper.

“……Yes. What do you need?”

My mood had naturally plummeted, and my voice made it painfully clear how annoyed I was.

“I thought I said we didn’t need a meal.”

“I remember. I came to ask about the bath and feeding your Hamal, though.”

“Tch.”

A bath and Hamal feed, huh? Both were important and necessary, so it was hard to tell him to get lost.

─Glance.

I looked at Fran. She nodded, apparently wanting to wash if she could. In country villages without bathhouses, inns like this sometimes let guests use their bath.

I had no choice but to get up from the bed.

“We’ll take care of both. How much?”

“Two copper for two baths and enough straw to feed your Hamal.”

After getting turned down once, the bastard had immediately gone back to normal prices. Those otherworldly con-artist merchants were all the same.

“Fine, here you go.”

I paid and went to the bath. While Fran washed, I guarded the area in full armor. Fran held a basket and giggled in amusement.

“Nord, you’re really going that far?”

“Never underestimate how quickly idiots can fly off the handle.”

They were the kind of bastards who’d peep on someone without batting an eye. I’d learned that while exploring ruins.

Nord, the otherworldly macho man, still vividly remembered how three backwater assholes who’d tried to peep on us ended up half-dead, hanging from a tree in the village. That was when I first learned how strong Dana was.

【ᚲ(Kenaz).】

I carved a rune into my forehead, too.

I’d read about that application in a book. It was a technique that enhanced your senses by carving a rune meaning ‘realization’ into your forehead.

Once my senses were further heightened, I could detect things from a long distance away.

‘Convenient.’

Rune magic was difficult to learn and had a lot of crappy effects, but it was still part of a magical system that carried on the tradition of ancient magic.

Even a bastard like Tabula, who seemed like a professional assassin, had used it all the time, so it was definitely useful if you knew how to use it.

─Rustle.

As I kept my guard up, I detected a presence moving in the dark. I glared in that direction.

“Who’s there?”

“I came to add firewood.”

The innkeeper came over with an armful of firewood. He must’ve come to heat the water.

“Give it here. I’ll do it myself.”

“Huh? No need for that. I’m doing this for money, too.”

“If I break the furnace, I’ll pay for it. Just leave it to me and go feed the Hamal.”

I chased off the unwelcome guest and guarded Fran’s bath. She must’ve washed quickly, because she came out of the bath in no time.

After that, I washed quickly, too, and returned to our room. Fran dried my hair for me, and we lay down in bed as usual.

“Fran. I have a little favor to ask today.”

I brought it up before trying to set the mood.

We’d slept together four or five times by now. I thought it was about time we tried something that could be called ‘play.’ If we kept putting it off, we’d spend our whole lives just putting it in and cumming.

And there was something I’d been curious about, personally.

“A favor? What kind?”

A hint of nervousness and anticipation mixed in Fran’s eyes. Seeing her react like that, I spoke seriously.

“I want to find out how much I can cum. To be honest, I still don’t know the limits of my stamina.”

It was especially hard to tell since my body had changed like this.

Our sex always ended with me getting so worked up that Fran couldn’t take any more. It was basically like landing a finishing move in wrestling.

That was why I was curious about the limits of my stamina.

I could’ve taken care of it by masturbating, but ever since Fran and I got together, I’d been busy or living with her, so I hadn’t had a chance to test it.

“S-so you mean you want to keep going without stopping today?”

Fran shivered and looked at me cautiously. Like before, her eyes were full of both fear and anticipation.

……I was a little worried I’d made Fran develop a bit of a masochistic streak.

“I’m not planning to push you too hard. I have something else in mind.”

Fran couldn’t last if I came two or three times over about thirty minutes. At the end of every session, my reason let go of the brakes and went full throttle, and she couldn’t keep up.

So I was turning the idea around.

I wasn’t going to do anything to make myself cum today.

In other words, what I wanted to ask her was──

“Fran. Would you use your hand on me?”

──The so-called handjob play.

It was just my personal opinion, but wasn’t this one of the less difficult kinds of play to ask your girlfriend to do?

Compared to other kinds of play women might find uncomfortable, a handjob was basically just foreplay, wasn’t it? For Fran, who’d given me a blowjob even the first time, it probably wouldn’t be an uncomfortable request.

“With my hand……? Okay, if it’s just that much.”

It was a slightly shameless way to think, but Fran accepted as if she understood.

“Um, do I just keep squeezing until nothing else comes out?”

“Ahem. Ahem! Y-yeah. That’s right.”

Fran asked with such pure, innocent eyes that my face turned red.

Shit, right. Our Fran wasn’t from Britannia. She didn’t know the dirty connotations of the Britannian word for ‘squeezing it out,’ so she’d said it that way without thinking.

I started to understand how guys felt when they wanted their girlfriends to say dirty things. Until now, I’d thought they were perverts and wondered what they found so arousing about it. But, yeah, it was definitely hot.

“All right. You do that for me a lot, Nord, so I’ll do it for you. Um…… I should get it wet first, right? It’ll hurt otherwise.”

“Huh? I-is that so? Maybe? Would that help if I wanted to cum a lot?”

I wasn’t lying. Wetting my dick with saliva so friction wouldn’t destroy it was logical thinking.

It definitely wasn’t that I was pretending not to know because I wanted a blowjob. I mean it.

─Rustle.

Fran didn’t know how men masturbated. Since I didn’t deny it, she took off all her clothes and undid my belt.

We sat on the bed, naked.

“Nord. Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

──Mwah.

After asking me to tell her in advance when I was about to cum, Fran took my cock deep into her mouth.

“Slurp. Schlupp. Lick.”

Fran diligently sucked and licked my shaft, wetting my dick. Then, like last time, she gripped the saliva- and precum-slick shaft with her hand.

─Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide…!!

It seemed those lovely hands hadn’t forgotten a single thing they’d learned during the last handjob-and-blowjob session. Her pale hands drove my cock mercilessly.

“Slurrrrrp. Schlupp. Sluuuurp!”

Fran licked just beneath the head. She didn’t know any proper techniques, so her cheeks didn’t hollow out, but I was satisfied that her adorable face still looked the same.

More importantly, if Fran got better at blowjobs while already being that amazing with her hands, I’d become Nord the premature-ejaculating otherworldly masochist……!!

─Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide…!!

“Ngh…! Fran, now…!”

“──Pwah.”

My cock slipped out of Fran’s mouth. Even as she did that, the ten fingers clinging to me kept working me over without a pause, and I came.

Bweet─!! Bwoorooroorooot!!

I came with such force that it splattered against the ceiling and reached the door. Fuck, I’d felt it when I pissed, too, but cumming was on a whole other level.

But I didn’t have long to think about it. Fran’s handjob continued even while I was cumming.

“Ngh!”

A short moan escaped me. Fran kept jerking me off while leaning over to lick my balls next to my spurting cock!

“H-hey! Where’d you learn to do that, too?”

“In that book you mentioned… lick….”

That damn book!! I’d find out its title sooner or later!!! Fuck, I hoped it wasn’t something like [How to Milk Seven Husbands: The Countess’s Guide to Polyandry].

─Bwooroorooroot!! Bweet!! Bwo-bwo-bweet!!

─Bwoorooroot!! Bwo-bweet! Bweet! Bweet!!

─Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide…!!

“Slurrrp…. Lick…. Lick…. Schlupp…! Smooch…!!”

The sensation of cumming, a handjob, and having my balls licked! A forty-hit combo from Mercy 0 came for my cock to finish it off!!

Fuck, this was amazing. Thanks to my enhanced dick, my back wasn’t about to give out, but Kang Buk-ho, the two-times-Kaio-ken-version man I used to be, would’ve died on the spot!!

Was this what Fran felt like when I was pounding her through an orgasm? I never thought I’d end up repenting for my past during a handjob session!

Even so, asking her to stop here made me feel like I’d lost!

‘Hang in there, my dick!! Twenty times the cum volume!!’

I gave myself over to the pleasure without resisting!!

─Bwooroorooroorooroot!!!

“Pwah?!”

I won the cumming race. Fran ran out of breath and gave up on making me cum before I did.

Bweet…! Bweet…!

When Fran stopped moving her hand, I soon stopped cumming, too.

It felt like each ejaculation lasted more than twenty seconds. Did I cum about three times at that pace? Maybe they lasted so long because I came again while I was still cumming.

“Haa… haa… Nord, are you okay?”

Fran, with cum splattered across her bangs, wiped her forehead and asked. I answered by getting my dick-cobra hard again at the sight of her sexy appearance.

“……Looks like you’re fine.”

“I could do this all day.”

“I couldn’t last all day……”

“Then I don’t want to talk about that.”

This was a problem. Even just moving her hand like that seemed to tire Fran out quite a bit.

She might be fine physically, but keeping up her strength and technique would wear her out. We’d also fought goblins just a few hours ago.

How could I let Fran keep going without getting tired?

Faced with this difficult problem, my dick-cobra asked my brain for direct computational assistance. My horny-mode brain, which existed only for pleasure, approved the final fusion and searched for a solution.

─Titfuck? Super hot, but it’d make Fran even more tired.

─Footjob? Next time.

─Sixty-nine? Don’t be ridiculous.

─Rub it between her thighs? If I move, we’ll end up with the same damn orgasm anyway.

─Should I masturbate with Fran’s body? No, that’s a bit much.

─Go slower with the handjob? The sun would come up faster.

─Take breaks in between? Wouldn’t that just kill the mood?

─What if I give up and just jump her? Shit, are you a genius?

And so spoke the eight dick-cobras, each with their own opinion!

They were just like the Hydra of legend! Since it had a deadly poison—semen—that even the gods feared, wouldn’t it be fair to call my dick a Hydra dick?

The high-speed brain conference lasted a moment, close to one second, but to me it felt like it dragged on for nearly ten minutes.

Amid that conversation, going in circles like a squirrel wheel, the last dick-cobra rose from its long silence and spoke.

─Breastfeeding handjob.

You’re hired.

Rune