Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 176: Yuma (3)
Chapter 176: Yuma (3)
Chapter 176: Yuma (3)
A woman in strange attire...
Although the vocabulary was quite crude, Shiron couldn’t think of more appropriate words to describe the woman before him.
Even if one could overlook the undergarments that would have been better left unworn, the problem was the tattoos covering her pale skin that caught the eye.
As a child, he didn’t give it much thought, but now, whether it was because he had aged or because they were alone, he almost forgot that he had stopped mid-sentence while openly counting the number of tattoos.
“What brings you here in the middle of the night?”
Shiron, realizing he had been staring too intently, closed his book.
“And what’s with that outfit?”
“...It’s underwear.”
The intent of the question was why she was wearing underwear, but Yuma had no choice but to give an off-topic answer.
She had felt embarrassed earlier due to the young master staring blatantly at her nearly naked body, and now, feeling like she was being interrogated made her face flush even more.
“This is the second time I’m facing the young master like this.”
With a face red enough to be noticeable under a dim light, Yuma continued her words.
“As far as I remember, the young master didn’t say anything last time. Instead, you had a curious expression, but now it seems you can’t take your eyes off me, as if you’ve matured.”
“That’s because you didn’t just show up in your underwear out of nowhere last time.”
“...Anyway, I’ve been serving you since I was a child, so I couldn’t help feeling happy about your reaction.”
“...What are you even talking about?”
“Well, as a mature adult, I guess I should give you a reward.”
“Yuma. Have you lost your mind?”
Shiron, listening to Yuma’s rambling, held the blanket with a worried face.
‘Why is she acting like this?’
Demons’ thoughts were incomprehensible to humans, but Yuma was ‘somewhat’ a demon with human-like tendencies. However, this one-horned demon was now exhibiting the most incomprehensible behavior and words Shiron had ever encountered.
‘Could she be sick?’
Concerned, Shiron slowly approached Yuma. Yuma shivered as Shiron got closer. Seeing her reaction, Shiron wrapped her in the blanket.
“Are you feeling very unwell?”
“That’s... not it.”
“If you’re not feeling well, why did you come here in such attire? It’s worrying.”
Shiron held Yuma’s hand, wondering if she might have hypothermia. He recalled reading that people didn’t feel cold as they froze to death because their brain got damaged. He worried if Yuma was in such a state.
Even though demons were generally more robust than humans, Yuma was still suffering from injuries sustained during the last great war. It was natural to care for her well-being in the cold Dawn Castle.
“Oh, please don’t misunderstand. I started undressing from the room next to the young master’s. I’m not so deranged and shameless as to walk the corridors in this state...”
“Just stay still for a moment.”
Cutting her off, Shiron hugged Yuma and moved to the bed. Wrapped in a white blanket, Yuma’s face turned even redder, realizing things were going wrong.
In the awkward atmosphere, Yuma was lifted onto the bed without any resistance.
Having moved the seemingly out-of-sorts demon to the bed, Shiron sat beside her. Yuma’s eyes widened, and she flinched at the touch caressing her cheek.
“Young master?”
The hand moved from her cheek to her neck, and gradually lowered to her armpit, checking her temperature in order. Yuma, feeling embarrassed by the groping, sat up from her lying position.
“Young master, there seems to be a misunderstanding.”
“Just stay still for a moment.”
“I’m neither sick nor insane. My mind might have been a bit off, but it’s a body I’ve observed myself for hundreds of years.”
Yuma spoke, feeling humiliated by the probing hands.
“So, please stop manually checking my temperature. I’m not so frail as to get sick from a bit of cold air.”Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)
“Then what is it?”
Shiron stopped what could easily be misconstrued as sexual harassment and stared at Yuma.
“You barged into the room all of a sudden, talking nonsense about rewards and whatnot.”
“That... I admit my thoughts were a bit disjointed. But it’s not a result of my body affecting my mind. Rather...”
“Rather?”
“That’s a poetic way to put it.”
“Well... anyway. Thanks to our kiss, I’m ready.”
Yuma licked the fluid from her fingers and initiated another kiss.
Something... although clumsy, Shiron’s penis was fortunately not too fussy.
Having never been used before, Shiron’s penis, excited by the sight of Yuma turning from a calm and rational being into a wild beast ravaging its prey, throbbed as if it would burst through his trousers.
“So, the young master is responding properly too.”
“Indeed. How could I not, when a beautiful woman like you is courting me so?”
“Beautiful? That’s the first compliment I’ve heard from you, young master.”
“Ah... is it? I’ve always thought you were pretty. I must have mentioned it at some point.”
“No, it’s the first time I’m hearing it.”
Yuma caught Shiron’s hand with slightly open eyes.
“So, will you continue telling me?”
“Yuma, you are truly beautiful.”
“...More.”
“Pretty and wise, always doing well without being asked.”
“Skip that last part.”
“Pretty, with a large chest and wide hips, you seem like you would bear children well...”
“Good.”
“I’ve often found myself in a difficult position, my eyes drawn to your hips as you move ahead to serve me every day. Even during baths, I’ve wanted to pounce on you so badly. I wanted to press against your chest, rub, and suck it; I thought I was going mad.”
“To think... you’ve been looking at me with such eyes...”
Yuma, although blushing profusely from the blatantly masculine compliments, didn’t forget to curve her lips upwards.
“A ‘reward’ should be given to such an honest young master.”
“What exactly is this ‘reward’?”
“You can look forward to it. I’m sure you’ll be satisfied.”
Yuma, feeling the urge to engage in intercourse as her vulva became unbearably wet and itchy, twisted her thighs together to barely suppress the impulse. Now was not the time to satisfy her personal desires but to provide pleasure to the young master she revered throughout the seasons.
Shiron, seeing the significant amount of liquid flowing between Yuma’s legs, inwardly anticipated what she would do next.
What exactly was this ‘reward’ she kept mentioning?
Shiron couldn’t shake off the word from his mind, even during the moments of kissing and fondling his engorged penis and buttocks.
The identity of the ‘reward’ became apparent only after Yuma descended below the bed.
Yuma, leaning her upper body towards Shiron...
And Shiron, meeting her eyes.
Her hands reached forward, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. His sturdy body slightly peered out, but Yuma’s hands didn’t stop there.
Undoing the belt, the trousers came down.
Swollen underwear became visible, and Yuma grasped and tore away the obstacle with her hand.
The penis, angry-looking with a drop of clear liquid at the tip, captured Yuma’s gaze.
Gulping-
“...Penis...”
Yuma, unable to take her eyes off the exposed genitalia, swallowed her saliva at the scent piercing her nostrils. Her mind went blank for a moment.
Though she had never smelled it before, Yuma was certain it was the scent of a male in heat.
After enjoying the heady scent for a moment, Yuma began to look up at Shiron, kneeling on the floor.
“A splendid young master deserves a ‘reward’.”
Yuma held the penis with one hand, and raised the other hand above her head, to the left and up.
Her hand pointed to the single remaining horn on her head.
“Young master, please hold the horn.”