Chapter 100 Ex-plo-sion! (NSFW +18)
Chapter 100 Ex-plo-sion! (NSFW +18)
“I said don’t move—you need to rest,” Alessandra’s voice came again as Iryoku rummaged through the armor Kloss had given them.
Ignoring her, he began putting it on, moving slowly but with stubborn purpose. Seeing she couldn’t change his mind, Alessandra sighed and helped him fasten the pieces.
Then Iryoku picked up the king-tinium dagger. Taking his white rope, he clumsily tied it to the handle, his movements unsteady but deliberate. Piece by piece, he remade his harpoon. As the white rope shifted on its own—glowing faintly and wrapping around his arm—the four girls felt a strange sense of relief.
Iryoku rolled his neck from side to side with a sharp crack. Then he gripped his jaw, forcing it back into place with another sickening snap. His face contorted with pain, but he made no sound. Without hesitation, his hands went to his crooked nose—another quick adjustment, another crack. He snorted hard, expelling a spray of blood onto the ground.
The girls watched every moment in uneasy silence.
Yumi was the first to look away. She could still hear the cracks, though he made no sound—swallowing every ounce of pain. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Moving to the back of the carriage, she glanced around until she spotted a small hatch in the roof. With a push, it creaked open. Yumi climbed onto the bench, her body halfway out, eyes locked on the distant horizon where the city was shrinking behind them.
“Reika… I need your help,” she whispered.
In an instant Reika was beside her.
“Please,” Yumi said softly, “pull out the blue Return Stone.”
Reika’s eyes widened for a moment, then she gave a sharp nod.
Alessandra, Iryoku, and Agnes all turned, watching intently.
Yumi nocked an arrow, body tense as she steadied her bow toward the capital of Uruk—straight at the castle. Her pupils dilated, focus sharpening to an impossible range, burning with fury.
Reika raised the Return Stone, black rings glinting on her fingers. As she brought it near the arrowhead, a spiral of light surged to life—larger, denser, and more volatile than ever before.
“What do you want?” Reika asked, her voice calm but edged with cold anger. “Burn them? Freeze them? Lightning, maybe?”
Yumi’s reply was ice-cold.
“Let’s just burn them. An explosion will do.”
Alessandra and Iryoku exchanged grim, unbothered glances. Agnes trembled, half-raising her hand.
“B-but… innocent people—”
Her voice faltered. The hand dropped, and she stared at the others with wide, frightened eyes.
Reika closed her own, channeling everything she had through the Stone, the rings, and into Yumi’s arrow.
The two moved as one—Yumi steadying her aim, Reika shaping the element and fueling the drill-like spiral. No words were needed. No looks exchanged.
Reika pictured a massive explosion—a mushroom cloud, a burning hell. The arrow became a blazing drill, huge and seething with power.
“It’s ready,” she said flatly. “The Stone’s empty.”
Yumi nodded. “I don’t want to come here again anyway.” And she released the arrow without a second thought.
Flash.
The arrow shot upward at incredible speed, curving in a perfect arc. Yumi had calculated every degree of its path—like a falling comet. Far in the distance, a massive fireball bloomed. Seconds later, a deafening explosion tore through the air, its light reflecting in their eyes.
Without a word, Yumi lowered herself back inside, closed the hatch, and sat calmly on the bench, as if what she had just done was nothing more than a menial task. Tapping her thighs with a small smile, she signaled to Iryoku.
“Come here, Iryoku. Lay your head here.”
Without hesitation, she unstrapped her chest plate, set it aside, and in one motion lifted her shirt and bra. Gasps escaped Alessandra and Agnes as Yumi’s huge breasts bounced free.
Iryoku blinked at her. “You don’t have to do this now, I—”
But Yumi, trembling, took his hand. Her eyes betrayed her—fear lingered there, but so did determination. This wasn’t just for him. It was for herself. She refused to let what had just happened break them, or their happiness.
Slowly, Iryoku followed her lead. He lay his head on her thighs, his hands rising to cup her massive breasts. She pressed them against his face, rubbing them over him, letting him breathe her in. He inhaled her natural scent, grounding himself in her warmth. She didn’t care who was watching—not her sensei, not the princess, not Reika who had seen them before. Her shame barrier shattered. She did what she wanted. What felt right.
Alessandra’s mind was clouded, but she couldn’t look away. She was still trembling from what had happened to them back at the castle.
Reika watched, her heart pounding. Yumi’s resolve gave her strength. With trembling fingers, she reached for Iryoku’s pants, fumbling at the buckle. For an instant, the faces of the barbarians flashed through her mind, the way they had looked at her like prey. But she crushed the thought, replacing it with Iryoku—her man, the one she loved. She freed his hard, throbbing cock.
Alessandra finally couldn’t take it anymore. The moment she saw Iryoku’s shaft about to pop free, she turned away, covering her eyes. But terror and memory dragged her back. What if those men had succeeded? What would have become of them all? Pain and fear coiled in her gut, mixing with a burning desire to save her body for the one she truly loved. Iryoku’s face flashed in her mind. Against her will, she glanced again—just for a heartbeat.
Agnes’ jaw dropped at the sight. She had followed their journey through Rhogan’s eyes before, always granting them privacy, but this? This was beyond belief.
By then, Iryoku was already suckling at Yumi’s breasts—licking her buds, flicking her nipples, savoring every taste. Yumi stroked his hair with gentle fingers, her cheeks flushed.
“Ahhh… uuhhh… you’re just like a cute baby,” she whispered with a soft smile.
Reika remembered the one time she had seen Yumi service Iryoku. Determined not to be left behind, she pulled out her own breasts—smaller, but still proud—and pressed Iryoku’s thick shaft between them. She slid them up and down the length until her eyes fixed on the swollen tip. For the first time, she licked it—tentative at first, then bolder, desperate to please him. To overwrite the memory of almost being violated.
Her tongue circled the head slowly, carefully. A warm hand came to her hair; Iryoku caressed her, encouraging her. That gentle touch pushed her further. She opened wide, taking him into her mouth, bobbing her head with growing purpose.
“Ahhh!” Yumi gasped as her breasts were mashed tighter against Iryoku’s mouth. She turned toward Reika, her voice soft and feminine.
“Try sucking his balls—he likes it a lot.”
This time, Yumi wasn’t jealous, nor was she trying to steal Iryoku’s attention. She only wanted to please him, to make him feel better.
Alessandra gasped at the words. The shy, clumsy girl they had told her Yumi was back on Earth… was gone. First the cursing, now this.
Reika met Yumi’s gaze and nodded. “On it.”
She lowered herself, taking one of Iryoku’s balls into her mouth, then the other, her tongue swirling as wet, obscene sounds filled the carriage. His body shuddered under her touch, and she smiled.
Chu, chu—kisses trailed across his sack before she climbed back up to the tip. Once again, she took his cock deep into her mouth, lowering her head as far as she could before pulling back in a steady rhythm. The thick shaft pulsed against her tongue. She felt his release building, and she moved faster—eager, desperate.
“I’m cumming,” Iryoku muttered, his body trembling as he erupted. Hot semen surged into Reika’s mouth. She tried to swallow every drop, but it was too much—her first time tasting him. White seed spilled from the corner of her lips, her cheeks burning red as her half-lidded eyes met his.
“Ahh…” she gasped, catching her breath after a hard swallow, finally letting his cock slip free. The heavy scent of his release clung to her nose, dizzying her with warmth. She could feel her belly filling with his seed.
Eager for her own taste, Yumi leaned forward, careful not to disturb Iryoku as he buried himself against her breasts. She guided his cock toward her lips, closing around the tip and sucking softly, savoring the last of his release.
Seeing this, Reika lowered her head again, her tongue trembling as she traced along his thick shaft, licking up the stray seed and cleaning him with quiet determination. Together, the two girls moved in unison, their mouths worshipping him side by side.
At last, Yumi let his cock slip free with a wet pop. It sprang upward and smacked against Reika’s cheek with a sharp, unexpected slap.
“Dick slap, hehe,” Iryoku mumbled from beneath Yumi’s breasts.
Yumi chuckled, and Reika blinked in surprise—then laughed too. Soon both girls were giggling together, their laughter awkward and shaky.
Alessandra had already moved to the front, sitting on the driver’s bench, pretending to busy herself with Rhogan.
Agnes had turned away, curled up in her corner, trying not to be noticed.
But laughter can’t hide pain forever. Yumi and Reika’s giggles faltered, breaking into small sobs—half laughing, half crying, their shoulders trembling.
Iryoku reached forward, pulling them into his arms. He held them close, letting their muffled cries soak against his chest.
Eventually, both girls drifted into sleep in Iryoku’s embrace.
Some time later, as the sky darkened, they stopped the carriage deep in the forest, hidden away.
Alessandra remained outside, seated quietly, her gaze lifted toward the moon.
Rhogan grazed peacefully nearby.
A faint sound caught her attention. She turned to see Iryoku stepping down from the carriage. He crossed the short distance and sat beside her. Alessandra lowered her eyes.
“Are they feeling better?” she asked softly.
“Don’t worry, they’re fast asleep,” Iryoku said. “What I’m worried about is you.”
She managed a faint smile. “I’m okay. It takes much more to make me fall.”
She dodged his gaze, trying to look unbothered.
Then—arms wrapped around her. She stiffened, startled, shyness tightening in her chest. His face was close now, his eyes gentle and steady. This time he pulled her fully into his arms and simply held her.
She didn’t protest. She didn’t speak. She only breathed, letting herself rest in the warmth of his embrace. A few small sobs escaped her, quickly hidden.
“Come, let’s sleep,” he finally murmured.