Chapter 370 – Midsummer Blanche

“Your Majesty~!”

A girl clinging to Tae-yang’s thigh displays an overly affectionate expression that borders on burdensome. I sat on a log, rested my chin on my hand, and observed the pair.

She is the only bright presence in this otherwise dreary space. Her face is hardly visible, only a faint silhouette, but her voice reveals her to be a girl. If she were a boy, Tae-yang wouldn’t stand for it. Sensing my gaze, Tae-yang explained.

“She’s a little girl I found a long time ago. Her name is Yuli. Oddly enough, she follows me around.”
“What’s your relationship?”
“Nothing more than siblings, really. What else could it be…?”

Despite his words, her affectionate gestures seem quite persistent. Yuli, the girl in question, hugged Tae-yang’s waist and spoke to me.

“Your Majesty, Tae-yang and I~ are dating.”

Oh…

“Tae-yang, is she really your type…?”

“Such a perilous notion. Sometimes, children harbor fantasies about older men, you know. That’s all it is.”

When they mature, they’ll naturally find their own partners and move on.

Having said that, Tae-yang chuckled and affectionately stroked the child’s head. From my perspective, that love is of an unbreakable kind, but I couldn’t find a reason to share this thought.

Termites in the fine roots.

The faction, consisting of merely nine or ten members, is the essence nurtured by Tae-yang. Until now, they’ve used this to leak information and cause disruptions.

Unbeknownst to me, it seems I’ve received many favors from Tae-yang.

“Besides this… There are trustworthy organizations and people. I will teach you about them gradually. Of course, as is the case in this world, it’s up to you to decide whether they remain reliable in the future.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Well, you are the king now. Oh, there are also some individuals with a deep connection to the Flower and the World Tree.”

It is far more efficient to plant spies directly to extract information. As I nodded, Tae-yang clapped.

*Clap!*

“I’ll stop here. I have much to tell my brother, but today is a day of rest.”

The previously static atmosphere became lively once again. The unseen group rapidly dispersed. Termites. They’re somehow always connected to trees.

Tae-yang, seemingly irritated, clicked his tongue. Someone approached and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Your Highness.”

“Don’t call me that anymore. Just call me Tae-yang. The king is someone else now.”

“…Tae-yang, then.”

“Yes?”

“There are beings tracking the three of you. Two of them, I think. One doesn’t appear to be dangerous, but the other one…”

“Dangerous?”

“Yes.”

“It’s fine. When haven’t we been targeted?”

Considering how recklessly we’ve behaved, it would be strange if no one took notice. Tae-yang and I exchanged a brief glance before shrugging it off.

I was accustomed to being singled out.

* * * * * * *

I relished the warmth of people, distinct from the heat of wood. Embracing someone and sharing emotions was such a precious experience.

“…Ah, ah.”

Excited breaths crept into my cochlea, weaving a sweet connection. Blanche’s voice, sticky yet not vulgar, moistened my ears despite my awareness of the sensation.

Dampness seeped from my earlobes while her coarse tongue grazed the inner folds of my ears.

-Gulp.

The wing bones of her back, draped over my arm, were palpable. Our mingled sweat made it impossible to discern whose was whose.

As I caressed her small but sufficiently plump buttocks, Marronnier’s legs trembled as though I had touched an erogenous zone.

“…Don’t touch my backside.”

“Do you like that? They say cats have erogenous zones in their behinds.”

*Tap tap*

As I tapped, a trickle of fluid flowed as if a faucet had been left open.

“Really.”
“I told you not to… Mon Chéri…”

She tugged at my cheek, puffing up her flushed face.

“Ah… calming down now.”
“I don’t know…”

The weary mind heals. It feels like it could become a habit, embracing her naked body like this.

“But why not the butt?”
“…Lately, I’ve gained weight.”
“Even if you’ve gained weight, isn’t it about 40kg?”
“Don’t men dislike women with extra weight?”
“The world says that girls like you are considered thin.”

Although she’s slim, she’s not entirely without flesh.
The area where her thighs and buttocks meet is full of sensuality and softness.
Or perhaps it’s the adorable bit of belly fat, like on her lower abdomen.

In the past, she was so thin that her ribs were individually visible, but now she looks much better.

“It’s also nice to eat.”
“…Does it, taste good?”

“It’s delicious. Your breasts seem a bit big too.”
“Really?”
“Just kidding. Ouch! Hey, don’t pinch…!”

I made a little joke, and she immediately pinched my forearm. When I asked where she had felt this, it turned out the sage used to do this to me often.

“Regarding breasts… would bigger be better? Like, like that red girl.”
“What’s the matter?”

She must be referring to Aori as the red girl. Aori’s size is indeed unusually large. She’s similar in height to Marronnier, but boasts a chest size comparable to Zodiac’s.

In terms of Zodiac’s size, it’s larger than Lee Se-Young’s or White Peach’s.

“Why bring that up?”
“I just wonder if I lack charm…”
“Considering the number of your fans, you should know that’s not the case.”
“Should I have surgery…? As Mon Sherry prefers…”

I’ve heard that surgery using magic is much less noticeable compared to the world where I lived. But is that really necessary? No matter how much of a complex Marronnier might have, there’s absolutely no need for her to feel that way.

I know when we’re together,
There is no other such small and precious being in the world other than Shiba.

“Do we really have to? For the surgery, you’ll have to show your body to someone else.”
“…Why?”

There are countless forms of intimacy in the world, but I don’t want to expose even a small part of my inner flesh to anyone else.
It’s the kind of stubbornness all men possess.

“There are many female doctors, you know.”
“I can’t, because I think you would flirt with women too.”

As he says that, he continuously strokes my head, his cheek pressed happily against my face.
Gently sticking out his tongue and licking is Marronnier’s unique way of expressing affection.

As he licks here and there, my entire face quickly becomes soaked with saliva.
I gently grasp Marronnier’s hips and spread his thighs apart.

The slightly swollen folds of flesh. When I part the two pieces that had split along the crevice, sticky love fluid seeps onto my fingers.

“Huh…”
“Are you going to do it?”

As I rolled the bead, a moan blossomed. I cradled the petite marronier in my arms. Though small, her body nestled against mine, leaving no empty space between us.

“Blanche.”
“Mmm… it’s Blanche.”

Perhaps it was due to her being a foreigner. At times, the atmosphere when making love with the marronier felt somewhat thick and stretched, like cheese. The passionate expression of love was what I craved, so I never grew tired of it. But I wondered how she felt.

“…cock…”

That crude word, so far removed from the image of a pure marronier. Blanche spread her thighs. Love’s nectar gathered in the tightened opening.

“Quickly, inside Blanche…”

– Squelch.

As I gently pushed into the slick entrance, her inner walls enveloped me. The pulsating sensation of being tightly squeezed never became familiar.

“Ah, ugh… haa…”

She reveled in the pressure of our bodies pressed together. Affection shone stubbornly in her eyes, and her hands gripping the bedsheets tensed.

Marronnier’s lower abdomen protruded.
She moved her waist forward. The swollen area stretched and contracted in sync with the movement of his cock.
Gazing upon her honey-drenched face, lewd thoughts began to surface. Marronnier’s eyes sparkled momentarily, and the corners of her mouth lifted.

“…You’re having perverted thoughts, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”

It was as if she had examined my thoughts and seen the future.
Marronnier raised her buttocks and adjusted to my movements.

“Heh… Ah….”

She couldn’t help but feel it since she was the one moving. As she lifted her buttocks while accepting me, her posture naturally shifted into the one I had been thinking of earlier.

“…I got it warmed up quite a bit earlier… It’s alright to be rough.”

Unlike other women, Blanche takes longer to become aroused.
However, in contrast, she can handle any rough play.

Perhaps the experience of being devoured overnight had a significant impact on me, who lost my senses that day.

I thrust my hips with all my might.

– Smack, smack.

Blanche’s moans spread through the lewd sounds. Her innocent yet vulgar voice filled the hotel, causing me to lose my self-control.

She cried out and embraced me. Our tongues, extended towards each other, tangled and untangled like ropes.

“…Ah! Ah! Oh… Oh, oh, ah!”

There’s no time for conversation during rough sex. Marronnier’s legs trembled, and her tightly pressed body couldn’t escape from me.

“I can’t breathe… Blanche… I won’t go anywhere…”

Blanche, shedding tears and moaning, murmured happily.

“…Should I ease up a bit?”

“Harder… even if I can’t breathe… Blanche is ready…”

Her head snaps, and a flash of light blurs the fog.

– Smack, smack!

Feeling like I couldn’t go on, Marronnier’s body writhed back and forth. To survive, she tightly grasped the bedspread with both hands, forgetting even how to breathe, on the verge of gasping for air.

“Kyahang! Aang! Uhuk… Heuk. Huh.”

Yet, Marronnier still pulled me close and yearned for affection. Overcoming her fear of the unknown, this time she restrained my waist with her weakened legs, preventing me from escaping, and swayed her hips.

The broken image of Blanche reappeared before my eyes. In our second intimate encounter since that day, it resembled the tragedy of that night.

Seeds spurted out from the taut, swollen cock. Filling the womb completely.

“Kyahaaaaa…!”

As Bam hatched, Marronnier’s eyes suddenly trembled as if resonating. The switch had been flipped.

Her uterus, which had been gently prodded by the tip of the glans, quivered intensely.

“Heb…bve…”

Marronnier’s legs suddenly moved.

The light vanished from Marronnier’s eyes as she clung to me without slackening her grip, pressing her lips against mine. Her delicate nipples, once nestled within her heaving bosom, now stood erect.

“Marronnier.”
“…Blanche… More, until my voice goes hoarse.”
“More?”
“I don’t want tenderness… I prefer it rough…”
“Don’t like it gentle?”
“Mmm… I do. I just like you…”

Gently cradling the base of my still-embedded cock with both hands, she softly rubbed it.

The velvety sensation made her instinctively thrust her hips forward.

“Heeek…”
“Do you like my cock?”
“Yes… I don’t mind it rough… I never dislike it… I love it.”
“How did you become such a pervert?”
“…When I’m with my lover, Blanche… I’m always a pervert.”

The thrill of her choice of words heightened the pleasure. Even though the context was somewhat disjointed, her lower body continued to quiver, eagerly responding.

I entwined myself with Marronnier once more, time now irrelevant. My sole intention was to hold her close and satisfy her completely.

* * * * * * *

The sun is rising. Is this okay?
There must be a role for the national title. If I do something wrong, isn’t it dereliction of duty?

Regardless, Blanche was still hungering for my desire.

“Buh… Bhm…”

She swallowed my cock all the way to the back of her throat, lovingly sucking it. Semen pooled on her collarbone. From her hair to her thighs, armpits, and even her feet.

Covered in the sticky mess, Bam gazed up at me with a satisfied, flushed face.

– Gulp, gulp.

Her throat tightened. Despite a futile cough, she forced herself to swallow, finally accepting my semen.

“… You took it in your mouth?”
“Ugh…”

– Gag!

My semen gushed out of Blanche’s mouth.

Marronnier’s throat muscles flexed in succession. After spitting out the cock from her throat, she licked the center of the penis with her tongue, then collapsed onto the bed and rubbed her own stomach.

“…”

She flinched.

Had I been too rough with her? Perhaps saying “yes” so many times had made the atmosphere too intense. Not even thinking about wiping off the white sticky fluids clinging to her entire body, Marronnier could only breathe, unable to speak.

Her thighs, completely devoid of strength, remained spread wide apart, unable to close. Fluid leaked from her ass and pussy. I stared at the sight, then once again overlaid my body upon Marronnier’s.

“…more.”

The hole twitched.

Strength returned to her fidgeting toes. Marronnier raised her trembling arms.

I lightly patted her ass.

-Pushout!

“Heu… “

An immediate jet of water. As I stroked her head, Marronnier flinched and laid her head on my thigh.

After using magic to clean her filthy body, she finally felt at ease and nuzzled her face against my thigh.

“Are you okay?”

I slipped my hand between her armpits, lifting her up for a comforting embrace. Marronnier, whose strength had left her entire body, gave a wry smile with her exhausted face.

“…I’m fine.”

The twisted pronunciation she uttered in her weakened voice was also quite endearing.