Chapter 76
“...I’m not producing milk yet, though.”
That was the first thing Fran said after hearing my fervent request.
From her somewhat hesitant reaction, I realized this was the turning point that would decide how often we could play ‘roleplay’ from now on.
“Please. Can’t you do it for me?”
One heartfelt plea beats a hundred words.
I could run my mouth after getting shot down. Instead of wasting words, I appealed to her with a sincere plea.
“Sigh. Nord, you can be such a pervert sometimes.”
Looking flustered, Fran lifted her breasts.
“Nursing... I’ll do that for a child someday, but I have to feed my husband, too?”
“I’m not going to steal the food meant for our kid. It’s just a kind of play.”
The word husband sounded as alluring to me as Fran’s breasts. I’d never imagined feeling this way back when I was Nord the virgin loner.
“All right. I’ll do anything for you, if it makes you happy.”
Fran smiled sweetly and patted her lap.
“Come on, Nord. Come here and have your milk.”
“Wow. The way you said that kind of hurt my pride a little.”
“Hehe. Don’t you like it?”
“No. I love you.”
─Squish.
I lay sideways across Fran’s lap. I couldn’t believe I was getting to see that beautiful sight again—the one I’d seen the morning after our first night together.
─Slide.
Fran bent forward and wrapped her arms around my head. Her large, pale breasts came right up to my face. Her nipples were pink, without a trace of pigmentation.
Even with our height difference, Fran’s hand could easily reach my cock.
“Our little Nord~. Shall we go pee-pee?”
She used the kind of voice you’d use with a newborn. I’d expected her to handle me gently and slowly, but once again, Fran started stroking my cock incredibly fast.
─Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke….
“Uh, Fran? Stroking faster won’t make me come any faster.”
The sensation wasn’t what I’d expected, so I stopped Fran’s hand.
“I’m not going to hold back when I come, so take it slow, okay? Going too fast will only tire you out.”
“There, there~ Did it hurt~? Mommy’s sorry~.”
She’s teasing me, right? A little competitive spirit flaring up, I raised an arm and ran my hand along Fran’s side.
“Eep?! N-Nord! That’s not my chest!”
“I never said I’d only suck on your breasts~. Oh, or do you not like having your sides touched?”
Men like a woman’s stomach, a strategic stronghold, but apparently women would rather you never touch theirs. Was Fran the same way?
“Mmm... I don’t mind, but I haven’t been gaining weight lately, have I?”
“You’re super slim. You could stand to gain a little, Fran.”
Fran’s defined six-pack was firm and toned. I wouldn’t mind if she put on a little weight and got softer, either.
“Don’t worry about it. They say it’s hard for adventurers to gain weight anyway.”
I’d once read a study about mana use and calorie consumption, but the enormous breasts before my eyes were too tempting to think about it.
Apparently, the English name ‘Milky Way’ came from how it looked like a river of milk. Fran’s breasts were the same. They were a river of oblivion.
If I stayed buried in them, I’d lose track of time, forget to eat and starve to death, or lose every last bit of knowledge in my head and turn into a baby who could only call for Mommy Fran.
I had to fight it before that happened. I adjusted the angle of my head and filled my mouth with Fran’s nipple.
“Ah.”
That got an instant reaction. I wasn’t used to nipple play, either, so I rolled it over my tongue, nibbled it gently, or suckled it like a baby.
Slide─ slide─.
As I held Fran’s breast and sucked on it, she shook my cock as if she wouldn’t lose to me. I’d thought her power would weaken now that she only had one hand free, but it felt unbelievably good, as if to mock me.
“Fran. I think I’m about to come.”
“Hyaah... Mmh, ah...!”
Was that an answer? Or a moan?
I had no idea. Anyway, I wasn’t going to hold back, so I might as well come. A man shouldn’t contradict himself.
─Bwooroorooroot!!!
This time, too, I came for about ten seconds. Fuck, seriously? I must’ve come five or six times by now, but the volume hadn’t changed at all. That was starting to get kind of scary.
‘I dunno, dechu.’
Nord is a baby. Babies just pee-pee. If I kept coming, it had to end eventually.
Like someone searching for a well in the desert, I put my faith in the possibility of a future and let my body go completely slack.
Slide─ slide─.
“Mwah, mwah.”
I did nothing but lick and suck Fran’s breasts. I don’t know who started calling part of sex ‘servicing,’ but they deserved a Nobel Sex Prize.
Slide─ slide─.
This was, quite literally, ‘servicing.’
Fran focused on giving me a handjob purely out of affection, with no regard for her own pleasure. With my eyes closed, I felt like I could fall asleep if not for the pleasure in my cock.
No, honestly, I did doze off for a moment here and there. Fran’s handjob was so rhythmic that it drained the tension from my body like a lullaby.
Bwoorooroot!! Bwooroorooroot!!
Every so often, I came, opened my eyes to lick her breasts, then surrendered myself to Fran’s warmth as she went back to giving me a handjob. It was bliss.
It was Fran who changed that heavenly moment.
“Hnng...”
With her other hand, the one not giving me a handjob, Fran began fondling her own breast. I saw her half-dazed expression while my mouth was still on her chest.
“Mmh, ah, haaah...”
Her fingers rolled over her nipple so clumsily that her handjob skills seemed impressive by comparison. There was no doubt she was masturbating. Our eyes met through the gap between her breasts, pulled apart by my mouth.
“Mmh... N-Nord keeps... teasing my breasts...”
Her voice almost sounded like she was about to cry.
Fran’s waist trembled as she gradually leaned farther back. That was how she reacted when she felt pleasure.
How much time had passed?
Ten minutes? Twenty? It had to be around that long.
So had I spent that whole time half-asleep, fondling Fran’s breasts? Judging by her reaction, I probably had.
“Ah, ngh! You can’t lick my nipple...!”
Fran’s desperate reaction woke me up. I brought both hands together and focused on fondling her breasts.
“Haah, ah. Ah...?!”
I pressed and kneaded her breasts as if massaging them, then gently tugged as though milking them. Fran’s hand stopped moving. Her hips jerked back, and her waist shuddered violently.
“Ngh, hng...!”
Pfft!! Pyu-pyu-pfft!!
Warm liquid splattered across my head. After I kept sucking and licking her breasts, Fran had climaxed from breast stimulation alone.
“Hoo... Haa... Haaah...”
Fran panted like a wind-up doll whose spring had run down. The hand that had been giving me a handjob had stopped completely.
“N-Nord... I... I can’t hold back anymore...”
With a dazed look on her face, Fran stroked her lower belly.
“It’s nowhere near enough... My insides feel empty, and I feel so strange I think I’m going crazy...”
─Squelch.
Her wet thigh pressed against my stomach. Fran climbed on top of me in a cowgirl position and collapsed onto my chest.
“Can’t we just do it...? I don’t want to get all worked up from you teasing my breasts and then stop...”
“...All right. Let’s do it.”
Unconsciously, I’d kept caressing her while she gave me a handjob, and it seemed I’d flipped a switch in Fran.
We always moved on to penetration right after getting each other worked up with foreplay. If it was that hard for her to hold back, it made sense she’d be begging like this.
I had no idea what my limit was for how much I could come. I even had a feeling there’d be no point in going on for several more hours.
So──let’s just put it in already.
─Squelch.
I took hold of Fran’s hips with one hand and my cock with the other, searching for her opening. My cock touched the cleft of her valley, slick with her hot juices.
I gripped Fran’s thighs and pulled her down. My cock slid all the way into her vagina, which was being molded to its shape.
“Ohh. Haaaa...”
Fran covered her mouth to stifle the lewd sounds escaping it. My cock settled at the very end of her vagina, as if taking its assigned seat.
“Th-this is it. I need this... I need this...”
Clinging to my shoulders as if hanging from a cliff, Fran moved her body just a little. Her vagina squirmed in sync with her movements, as if she absolutely refused to let go of my cock.
“Hey... What should I do, Nord...?”
Fran touched my cheek with a crazed smile.
“I think... I can’t do it without your cock anymore...”
“...R-right. Guess all that effort to make it bigger paid off.”
My self-control sprang into action faster than lightning, catching my reason just as its thread was about to snap.
‘Fuck, my brain almost blew a fuse.’
If I’d lost control, I would’ve pinned Fran beneath me and extended our stay at the inn until tomorrow, then pounced on her like a beast. Fuck, that was cheating. Begging me to have sex all night wouldn’t have turned me on this much.
I absolutely couldn’t move tonight.
The day I started thrusting my hips myself, we’d have a 140% chance of ending with an orgasmic finale.
“Fran. From now on, you can move however you want.”
So I took my hands off Fran’s hips.
“Take it slow, until you’re satisfied. Just don’t go too hard.”
“However I want... with Nord’s cock...?”
Fran mouthed the words, nodded, and began to move.
Squelch─ squelch─.
Fran slid her hips up and down on top of me. Our stomachs, slick with cum and her juices, pressed together and slid against each other, making lewd, sticky sounds.
Squelch... slap... squish...
“Ngh, ah, haa, hah...”
“Haaah...”
Like slow sex, our genitals moved by the centimeter, becoming tongues that savored pleasure.
Fran’s eyes had gone hazy. As if she couldn’t bear to let go of my cock even for a moment, she squeezed it ever so slightly with her vagina, then loosened her grip. It was an obsession like pressing a mold into soft bread dough to shape it.
Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch...!
If I pulled my cock out now, would Fran’s vagina keep its shape for the rest of her life?
That thought sent a rush of transgressive pleasure through my cock. Feeling cum surge up like a raging torrent, I frantically muttered,
“Fran...! Sorry, I’m at my limit again...!”
“Mmh...! It’s okay whenever you’re ready...!”
─Pfft!!
Bwoorooroorooroorooroorooroot──.
Cum gushed back out of Fran’s pussy. It was hard to believe that was the same cum I’d been shooting out more than ten times earlier. At this point, it was probably easier to believe my balls had some kind of fourth-dimensional pocket.
“Nghhh...!! N-Nord...!!”
Fran let out a groan as if her stomach were being stomped on and wrapped her arms around my neck. I held her tightly in both arms, too.
─Pop.
As we shifted into a position that pressed against the inside of her vagina, Fran’s cervix opened. How could I tell with my cock covered in cum? Because the cum flowing back along the inner wall of her vagina and past my cock suddenly disappeared.
Bwoorooroorooroorooroorooroorooroorooroot─!
Her glans didn’t slip a little way into Fran’s uterus this time like it had before, but my cum still got a free pass into her womb and defiled it.
Bwoorooroot... bwooroot...!
My cock stopped spewing cum and began to throb. The tingling sensation made me stroke Fran’s back.
As expected, cumming inside felt different.
I liked the other kinds of play, too, but the most satisfying sex was pouring cum into Fran’s vagina without thinking about anything else.
“Haa, haa, hah, hah, haa...!!”
Fran managed to stay conscious until the end, panting frantically. When she saw my eyes, her lips trembled into a smile.
“Hehe. I didn’t pass out this time, either.”
At Fran’s words, I found myself nodding.
Had she been worried about passing out every time? Since I hadn’t been pounding her hard, she’d managed to stay conscious.
“You did great.”
I kissed Fran on the cheek and pulled my cock out.
─Pop.
─Gush!
White cum poured out of Fran as if someone had cut a mayonnaise bottle in half. Fran pulled out a towel and held it beneath her pussy, so I took it from her and held it instead.
“I’ll help.”
“I-it’s embarrassing...”
Fran mumbled behind her hand. She seemed embarrassed to have me holding her crotch up like this.
─Trickle, trickle.
I caught and cleaned up all the overflowing cum. Fran took out another towel and handed it to me. I used it to wipe my crotch and stomach, too.
Anyway, producing so much cum caused all kinds of problems. Fuck, maybe I should take some kind of medicine to reduce the amount. What a hassle every time we have sex.
I was grumbling to myself when it happened.
Creeeak....
I suddenly heard the door to the next room open. It sounded like someone was trying to open it as slowly as possible so it wouldn’t make a noise.
Step... step...
Then came the quiet footsteps of a petty thief.
What was going on? There was no way the innkeeper was doing his cleaning this late at night.
Rrrr...
Now I heard the scrape of pottery being moved. With a bad feeling, I pulled the blanket over Fran, covering her all the way to her head.
“Nord?”
“Stay like that for a moment. Keep your head covered, too.”
I said as I roughly wiped away the cum with a towel. Fran did as I told her. I’d spoken seriously.
─Slide.
I got up, put on my socks, and pulled on my pants.
The furniture was probably arranged the same way in every room at the inn. What pottery or bottles were in this room? There was only that flower vase against the wall.
The vase held several flowers that looked like weeds plucked from the roadside. I moved it aside, revealing a small hole.
‘What the fuck?’
I peered through the hole. The hole in the wall led, as you’d expect, straight into the next room.
It was too dark to see much over there, but if they’d lit a lantern or candle like we had, they’d have a clear view.
─Wham!!
Realizing what it was, I turned toward the wall of the next room, like a meerkat that had spotted its prey.
There was a hole in that wall, too!! I’d thought the black hole was just a knot in the old wooden wall, but it was actually a peephole!!!
This place was a fucking voyeur’s peep-show motel!!!!