Chapter 41 – Part 1 Hunter – Minerva (3)

Pang, Pang, Pang, Pang!

I can hear the rhythmic sound of my belly and Minerva’s butt colliding. Each time, the seed sac hit Minerva’s thigh like a pendulum movement. I feel like my vitals are being trained subtly.

Minerva is still burying her face in her pillow. Every time her son goes inside, she hears only a weak gurgling sound.

I would like to grab Minerva’s long, strewn hair like a rein and bump her waist as she pleases, but she would only be hated for doing that.
So instead I decided to brush her hair and put her kiss mark on the back of her exposed neck.

First one on the back of her neck.
If you suck it with her lips, it will leave marks like her insect bites. Minerva trembled each time, but could not resist because of her lack of energy. Maybe she doesn’t know that this will make her mark.

Two, three, four on her next shoulder…
On the pretext of her lack of resistance, she ran her kiss marks along her shoulders and wing bones and down the line of her back. As if drawing a picture on pure white drawing paper, my marks were engraved on the immaculate body.

If it is carved on her back like this, Minerva herself might not notice it. She didn’t know anything, and she was wearing clothes that left her back exposed like now. With a bunch of kiss marks on her back, the people you run into will start imagining everything we’ve done up until now.
Haha. I look forward to seeing Minerva’s shy face after realizing it belatedly.

Pang, Pang, Pang, Pang!
Even as Minerva put her kiss marks on her back in a mess like this, her waist didn’t stop moving.

“Sigh…~~~!”

What. Is Minerva at her peak already? This time it was faster than I thought.
She’s completely visible, even though she’s holding her breath as if she’s not showing off. Her body is shaking as she squeezes her pillow, and above all, her vaginal pressure is increasing by 50%, so I, her partner, can’t help but notice.
But if she’s hiding it, she doesn’t bother pretending to know. ‘Cause I’m a gentleman

She pretended not to know and decided to carry on with her act. It may be painful right after her climax because her body is sensitive, but she can’t help it if she wants Minerva to be.

Pang, Pang, Pang, Pang!

“Ahhh…”

Her convulsive vagina is pounded non-stop. Minerva’s body struggles against her will to escape her stimuli. But she has no intention of letting go.

I lick the beads of sweat that formed on my slender back. When her tongue touched her, her body trembled as if it received an electrical signal from her.

I want to make you feel a little more, a little more. I want to see more of her reaction.
I put my arms around Minerva’s stomach and lifted her up. Minerva is in a prone position, supporting her body with her arms. Now you can’t even block her mouth with her pillow.

“Ugh…!?”

Confused by the change in her position, Minerva turns around. Her face was melted with her pleasure. She is the face of a woman

When I think that I have changed Minerva, who has always been shy, she gets even more excited.

He hugs Minerva from behind as if covering her body. The feeling of closeness between sweaty skin is exceptional. She puts her hands down and grabs both of her breasts.

“Huh, uh, uh…”

The entry point is deeper than before. Hearing Minerva’s pained moans, he manages to some extent, but it’s quite hard to resist the urge. She inadvertently holds back her hands, which seem to be strained, with the last of her reason and gently touches them. In my hand, I flicked both of her nipples protruding with my index finger.

I don’t think I can stand it for long. If you’re a little careless, you’ll feel like you’re going to ejaculate.
Let’s climax Minerva one more time in the future. A man’s pride does not allow him to ejaculate first.
With that thought, I put strength into my sphincter and forcibly suppressed the feeling of ejaculation. Even so, he did not stop attacking Minerva.

Fortunately, the moment we had been waiting for was not far off.

“Oh, hot, again, no, aha!”

Minerva cried out in a hoarse voice and shook her head. Long crimson hair tumbles and tickles my face.
I couldn’t stand it any longer at the sight of Minerva agonizing over pleasure.

“Kuh! Minerva!”

Last spurt.
I flipped like crazy and stuck my son inside Minerva. The sound of meat colliding with meat echoed louder.
Minerva also screams in a hoarse voice.

“Aaaaa!!”

The idea of ​​being considerate of your partner is completely blown away. I bumped my back with just one thought to plant my seed inside the woman I was holding.

“Haaaaa!!”

Uncharacteristically for Minerva, she let out a beastly scream and raised her head.

“Oohhhhh! Cum! Minerva! Give birth to my child!”
“No! Like a child! Hey! I don’t want to give birth!”

Of course, I don’t think so yet. However, this is a standardized statement that must be made when a man ejaculates.
And the woman who received this line is the national rule of rejecting it with her mouth but welcoming it with her body. In that sense, Minerva returned a classic response as if it were painted in her painting.

“Hiyaaaaagh…!”

Pleasure enough to make your brain go numb.
I pushed her son all the way to the innermost part of Minerva and vomited out the seeds he had been holding back. By all means hugging Minerva with her whole body to keep her from escaping. Minerva also greeted my seed, shaking her body.

…A long, long affair that seemed to have lasted for several minutes was over.

When he released Minerva from his arms, red marks remained in places on her naked body. At the end of the hug, it seems that the power went into it unintentionally. Sorry I did

“Thank you, Minerva. It felt good.”

A grueling Minerva gives her a light kiss on the nape of the neck and pulls her son out of her vagina. Her vagina stuck like a sucker and wouldn’t let go.

As she pulls her son out, she sticks her finger inside her prickly opening. Fortunately, she did not bleed.

While Minerva couldn’t come to her senses, I summoned her cubby to retrieve only the semen that had entered her body. It is a contraceptive measure.
How kind of a man I am to secretly get contraception without being pregnant.

“Minerva, can you stand? I need a shower.”

No answer came from Minerva, who was completely stretched out.
I can’t help it. If you can’t wash yourself, should I wash it for you? Haha.

*

“Now then, raise your arm.”
“…It doesn’t work.”

Unable to respond to Minerva’s sullen answer, I raise my arm instead. Then he started washing her arms and shoulders with her lathered cloth.
When I rubbed her underarm side, Minerva curled up to see if it tickled her. Is Minerva weak in her armpits? Next time, let’s focus on attacking this side.

After finishing her work, Minerva was in a corpse-like state. Her eyes are open and she is breathing, but she is dazed, as if her soul has been drained. I picked up Minerva and brought her to the shower.
Washing naked together is the best way to increase intimacy. Of course, I would be lying if I said there was no nefarious ulterior motive.

He sits Minerva on a bath chair and bathes her. Meticulously from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. She didn’t particularly reject Minerva, even though she put on her grim expression.
I was especially careful in important areas like between the crotch, her buttocks, and her breasts.

As I touched it here and there while washing, my son naturally swelled up, but I decided to put up with it for now. Also, if she gets hit, she has to wash again from the beginning. Besides, Minerva is also close to her limit. She doesn’t want to let her brood from broad daylight until she passes out. She said that Minerva is still a beginner.

Wash her hair after washing her body.
Lather the shampoo into her long hair and rub it in. She wanted to say something, but Minerva was meekly accepting my touch, her hair hanging behind her.
Rather than saying that she is receiving it because she likes it, it is useless to rebel, so is it just that she is in a state of giving up? Or does she not have the energy to rebel?

“…I’m used to handling women’s hair.”

While washing her hair, Minerva suddenly spoke to her.
It is rare for Minerva to speak to her first. I answered while thinking about it.

“Huh? That’s because I used to wash her sister’s hair too.”
“Did she have a sister?”
“Yeah. It used to be.”

After answering that, Minerva kept her mouth shut for some reason and hesitated.

…Do you think my sister is dead?
I thought about correcting it, but decided to just leave it alone. It’s annoying to explain, and it’s rather lucky if you can buy sympathy with such a misunderstanding. Some say that it is easier for a woman to fall for a wounded man than a perfect man.

“Then I’ll wash off the shampoo. Close your eyes.”

Minerva runs water through her hair and rinses off her lather.
After washing off the shampoo, Minerva’s hair sparkles crimson. It is long and pretty hair.

“Your hair is very clean. Did you manage it separately?
“…Yes.”

Minerva answers my question vaguely.
Ray, too, had often complained to me about the difficulties of managing her hair while growing it out. Even though it is good to grow, the hair is easily damaged if not properly managed. There are medicines to protect the hair, but for us poor commoners, it was a piece of cake.
You could buy a hundred or a thousand now, though.

“Then wait a little bit. I’ll wash and wipe it right away.”

I sat Minerva in her bath chair and I began to wash her as well. At super speed.
One minute to wash herself, one minute to wash her hair.
Even if it seems absurdly sloppy, men are originally like that. Because I’m not washing roughly!

So I finished my shower, got Minerva up and wiped off the water with a towel.
Then, after wiping my body, I picked up Minerva and came out of the shower. Minerva did not resist and calmly embraced her.
After all, thanks to showering together, can we say that we became a little closer?

He sits Minerva in a chair and dries her hair. Will there ever be another man so kind? Today is full service from start to finish.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
“…Yes.”
“Aren’t you sick?”
“… My whole body hurts.”
“Yeah, yes.”

I couldn’t say anything.

She didn’t bleed, and there were no sores or abrasions, so I thought she’d be fine… But I don’t know what a woman’s body is.

After roughly drying her hair, try spraying the potion like last time.
Results, no change.

Next, call the familiar Healing Fairy to heal him.

“Are you feeling better or are you still sick?”
“…Little.”

If you look closely, the kiss marks on the back of your neck and back are completely gone. It certainly seems to have a therapeutic effect.
It’s a bit disappointing that the mark I took was gone.

Physical wounds and pain that do not affect HP. This cannot be cured with potions. However, with the Healing Fairy, it was cured.
It’s strange. The description of the Healing Fairy also says ‘Recovers HP.’ What is the difference between a potion and a Healing Fairy?

Come to think of it, I had this question before, but I forgot about it after a while. If I go to the guild, I will definitely ask this time.

While I was drying her hair with that thought in mind, Minerva was sitting and dozing.

Kkeuk. Nara sleeps naked with a man in front of her. It’s good to have guts. You don’t know what might happen to you while you sleep?

I picked Minerva up and sat her on the couch next to her. And I sit down next to him.
Me and Minerva are both naked. It’s bad manners not to touch a naked woman in front of you.

I gently put my hand on Minerva’s chest so she wouldn’t wake up. After taking a shower, my skin feels smoother.

Hmong Hmong.

Minerva, whether aware or not aware that she is touching her own breasts, breathes comfortably with her eyes closed. I put my arms around her shoulders and began to massage her breasts with both of her hands.

Molkan Molkan. Molkan Molkan.

No matter how much I touch it, I don’t get tired of it. A woman’s breasts are truly mysterious.
The skin you are touching is warm. The hand touching her breast feels good.
A quiet and comfortable space. Only Minerva’s regular breathing could be heard.
It’s peaceful…

Looking at Minerva sleeping with her carefree face in such a state, I gradually became sleepy.
Soon, I too began to doze off beside Minerva.