HPV 69

Maybe… it’s a rude thing to think, but—you’re not just thinking of how animals or monsters mate, right?

I only thought it inwardly, but it must have shown on my face because he calmly added,

“I read a book.”

What kind of book? Was there such a thing at the inn? Well, considering how many places we’ve traveled through, maybe he did come across something at some point. But there’s a major flaw here.

“You can’t read.”

“It was all pictures.”

I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. Banwes averted his gaze, perhaps feeling a bit disillusioned.

The fact that he wasn’t protesting, and was so remarkably composed—it made me wonder if he had, in his own way, been preparing for this situation.

The man walked over to the door, checked once more that it was locked, and returned. He pressed his weight onto the bed, causing it to tip heavily to one side as he leaned his upper body over me.

“Um, so… how much are we supposed to do? If we just pretend… will the demon be fooled?”

I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore. But, I mean—so far, we had only pretended to kiss.

Or maybe it wasn’t much different from a real kiss, but I had never had a real one before either, so I just believed there had to be some difference…

Banwes gave a very obvious and curt reply, saying he didn’t know either because he had never done it. Then slowly placed his hand on the string of my trousers.

He waited a moment, giving me time to accept it, and then carefully undressed my lower half himself. He moved as if peeling a delicate fruit.

When my pale ankles and calves were exposed, it seemed like his hand trembled slightly.

I pressed my hand over my wildly pounding heart to steady it.

A sudden wave of tension swept over me, and I felt I had to address a very fundamental issue.

“W-Wait… Take off your pants first.”

Even if we were just pretending to deceive the demon, wouldn’t there still be some insertion?

If so, I needed to see what size he was working with.

He was a half-blood between a human and an orc. There was no way it would be normal.

I had to see it beforehand to mentally prepare myself.

His calm eyes looked straight at me. But he didn’t even move a hand toward his own waistband.

“I hated looking at mine.”

“Huh? Uh…”

“If you see it, you’ll lose your resolve.”

The ominousness of it made my skin crawl. But his eyes were so calm, so serious, that I couldn’t bring myself to argue.

Since he refused to show me, I had no choice but to trust that he wouldn’t hurt me.

I didn’t say anything more that might shake him, and laid the back of my head down on the pillow.

He stripped me of my undergarments too, and his hot hand touched my thigh.

The sudden, strange sensation made me jerk involuntarily.

The vibration traveling through my skin struck his palm.

“It’s necessary.”

Though I hadn’t said a word, he quickly murmured in a soothing voice.

His hand was brushing over the spot where the demon’s brand was burned into my flesh.

He awkwardly stroked the skin, hesitant and uncertain.

Everything about it was clumsy and ill-fitting.

Despite his bronzed, powerful body and his chiseled face that could make anyone swoon—this didn’t match at all.

Compared to him, my calves and knees were so thin that it must have made him feel a heavy burden.

How careful would he have to be? To not bruise me, not break me?

His next movements were so gentle and cautious that it was hard to believe this was the same man I knew.

He gripped my legs and slowly spread them apart.

My bare groin was exposed.

“This is to save you.”

Even as my face flushed bright red, I nodded obediently.

I opened my legs wide before him.

Banwes settled between them, lowered his head, and fixed his gaze on my perineum.

The way he stared, so utterly focused, was unbearable.

My thighs quivered, and I shut my eyes tight.

“Can’t you do it without looking?”

His face turned slightly red, as if bewildered.

How could he not look?

His ruby-colored eyes flashed with the obvious question.

“…I’ll try.”

But that promise didn’t last long.

His fingers pressed carefully against the wrinkles of the entrance—then suddenly thrust in.

“Ack—!”

I let out a sharp sound, clenching hard around the intrusion.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the red, trembling opening where his finger was buried.

And then his eyes, as if succumbing to something, flew wide open.

Sweat beaded along his temples and trickled down.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

Panicking, I tried to clamp my legs together.

The place clenching around his finger hurt so badly it was numbing my entire lower body.

The pain that once felt like a blade slicing deep into my chest was now nothing—replaced by this newer, more horrifying pain.

“…I guess this is what we use.”

Banwes rummaged through the nightstand beside the bed and found a bottle of scented oil.

It seemed like it could serve as a lubricant to ease the dryness.

His fingers, now slick with oil, pushed deeper inside.

The invasive feeling as he slowly explored was overwhelming.

I couldn’t help but let out stifled, pained whimpers.

He kept pouring more oil whenever he felt resistance, so every time his fingers moved, a wet, squelching sound echoed.

I held my breath, exhaled forcibly, and looked up at him.

He was sweating as much as, if not more than, I was.

“Are you done?”

Pathetically, I grabbed him and whined like a child.

“Endure a little longer. It will be better than being torn apart.”

It was a chilling sound, but it was laced with concern. Banwes exhaled a warm breath and gently caressed my hips with his other hand. Even when I occasionally breathed wrong and contracted below, he said nothing.

“Why…….”

This expression is embarrassing, but in the extreme mindset that there’s nothing more embarrassing to say, my mouth opens.

“Why are you being so nice?”

It’s because of me. There’s absolutely no reason to be cautious. My voice already sounded completely exhausted.

The corners of his mouth twisted faintly. My eyes widened at that curve, which seemed to smile in a pure sense.

“Was I just being kind?”

“……Yeah.”

The man who had been holding onto the edge of a small silence resumed expanding it as if scissoring with his fingers. Soon, he muttered something barely audible.

“I think I’ve learned it now. How to be kind.”

With a lighthearted voice.

However, the act performed on the back hole, no matter how careful, was far from being gentle. When I unconsciously struggled with my knees, he held my ankle to prevent me from getting hurt.

He curled his index and middle fingers inward and rubbed the inner wall. A strange, tightening sensation in my lower abdomen arose. As he stirred the inside with three fingers and moved them in a circular motion, his knuckles hit the scrotum with a thud.

“Stop, stop.”

If Banwes keeps widening the hole for a thousand years, I was suddenly struck by the fear that it would eventually become so large that it wouldn’t close at all. I would rather endure the pain and get it over with quickly. I gropingly grabbed his arm.

“Now, give it a try.”

For a moment, hesitation appeared on Banwes’s face. His chest muscles trembled as he looked at my perineum, as if measuring it. Soon, he nodded.

For just a moment, I lifted my head and saw him pulling his genitals out of his pants. His heavy genitals, nestled among a thick bush of pubic hair, emerged glistening with moisture.

I can’t believe that body part is the same as mine. Is it because half of it isn’t human?

The hot flesh split my buttocks as if it were going to tear them apart. In that brief moment, without a doubt, his manhood swelled distinctly. Unaware of my astonishment, it gently pried open the entrance and split me apart.

“Ah!”

“Ugh…”

The pain of a fist-sized stone piercing through was so vivid that tears came to my eyes. Unable to withstand the large glans, the folds of the entrance were completely stretched. The delicate and soft inner walls were ruthlessly crushed by his glans.

The man stopped pushing his waist forward. He let out a rough breath and grimaced fiercely.

A surprisingly warm liquid poured out from the inside where he had slipped his glans.

The amount flowing along the inner wall was considerable, dripping down below the buttocks. The entrance and the area under my buttocks were damp, making me grimace involuntarily.

I couldn’t bring myself to look down, so I looked up at the man with eyes demanding an explanation. Meanwhile, the liquid continued to ooze out.

His face, slightly biting his lip, was redder than before.

Actually, I couldn’t not know, but because of the dazed heat, it was hard to pretend to know. I shoved my gaze as far to the side as possible, where it couldn’t settle anywhere.

He came as soon as he put it in.

Even after one ejaculation, his penis did not go limp at all; instead, it swelled even more, growing in size. The glans, pulsating as if with a heartbeat, seemed to poke my inside repeatedly. In reality, he wasn’t even moving.

“I’ll try again.”

I flinched and tightly shut my eyes.