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Chapter 10: Cold Peaks, Fat Cheeks

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I have a map, and before you ask I am no exploring latina girl with Mexican descent that goes around with a Monkey.

I am the fucking monkey here and I was having a blast enjoying the scenery. [Sadly, I have no boots on me.] Or rather, planning how to enjoy that without actually dying. The intricate 'crafting' system that I discovered a while ago allowed me to contemplate the potential Factorio-esque chances of pulling a Robinson Crusoe... Except I am the 'illiterate savage' with the knowledge on how to make nukes.

I had been pondering- no, ambitiously plotting. I have plans, I have ideas, but I lack the material and the minerals to achieve so. So, I needed to draft an expedition. Nothing risky, or at least nothing that was supposed to be the end of me [and my capacity to be a retarded spot in this world. Dragonspire, or 'Mount Everest 2.0']. It had a lot of iron, precious rocks, magical rocks and some scary monsters lurking around- it was also said to have numerous inexplored caves with potential rare ores.

Now, I get what others may think of it. Bukharin, why go there when there are other places with minerals? Well, Jamal, the truth is that I am a man with an inferiority complex when it comes to unexpected challenges. So, when I see a mountain trying to pull a dick-measuring contest on me by sheer terror scale alone, you know I will go there and show people it can be beaten through sheer... bullshit.

It was instinctive, really. I wanted to prove a point. I wanted to prove that I could go there, kick names and chew on butts. Female butts of the horni and consensual kind, but still butts. Fat butts. [I may have a problem beyond gacha-related business. Opinion Piece: I don't like Victoria III's shitty warfare system.]

Of course I couldn't rely on my traditional bonk for most of these skirmishes. Not when there were threats of incredible level resting there. If the Knights were unwilling to commit in-depth expeditions to pacify the sudden increase of Fatui bastards in the area, then I guess I could do that for free.

Ah yes, the Fatui. These people reminded me of the KGB if someone of the demented kind was in charge. I mean 'Diplomats which relied on subterfuges' but were keen to use tall men, super-obese guys, slim sharp-shooters and dagger players- that sounded more like a joke than a genuine worry, but their military might was nothing short of fun. Especially with their reliance on elemental boosts to tank up and be utter bastards.

I had yet to find one, but the knights I found patrolling near Monstadt had been quite clear about the dangers of these Russian Snezhnayan 'activists'. I am a believer of order, in a chaotic fashion obviously, but nonetheless glorious order against those disorderly disrupters. So, I decided to go for a quick visit to check on these troublemakers once I had all the equipment near for use.

I took me just a day to get an understanding of how massive this domain was as I just scraped at the 'entrance' and, even then, I managed to get a proper look of the Fatui. Nasty people alright, belittling and underestimating me because they thought I was wielding a normal crossbow and... they were so massively wrong. Two words: rapid fire.

Crafting is indeed an interesting thing to use even though it required a lot of stuff to get special thing made. However, once one retrieves some weapons at the Hilichurls' disposal, the sheer amount of bullshittery allowed was nothing short of Poggers, with a slice of Pepega. I could do so much with some of the shit I found and I even found a way to boost my bonking club to use elemental power. I will soon have my Bonking Light Club. [I promise, mommy.]

A rapid-fire crossbow which had autocharged elemental fire explosive arrows? That was something they weren't prepared for. I taught a final lesson to the NKVD LARPers that were trying to intimidate my jolly walk into the fucking tundra or something like that. Balls were freezing up at the insane temperature, but I held strong and so did my testes. [For the first times in ages, Bolzano becomes a location of importance without being the centerpiece of cultural differences of the Austro-Italian Kind]. The big guy with the electric big hammer? Decimated. The fat bastard with an Ice shooter? Chilled by numerous detonations. The terrified sharpshooter trying to make a run from it? Bonked and then dropped off a cliff. [Trolling had to be done for the sake of memes.]

A most entertaining encounter and perhaps the one that yielded the most rewards for me. I may have found some White Iron pieces, some Crystal Ores and a strange red ore that emitted heat which took me a while to permanently keep as it continued to disappear over and over again, but the things that got my attention were the weapons I retrieved.

A ice-gun which involved using elemental ice channeled within a reinforced-glass canister? Mr. Freeze shall pun again, I suppose. Thor Hammer? Why not. And the muskeet-like rifle from the Sharpshooter... that's what really got my full attention. It didn't use gunpowder, but rather a reaction to elements which allowed to create a similar phenomenon to normal rifles. But stronger, faster and with less chances of jamming.

I may have not been a gun nut, but this was giving me a boner just thinking of what I could do in a larger scale. Cannons, artillery pieces- the potential was endless, and the pleasure eternal. But never like Doom Eternal, or worshiping Eula's fat butt on the darkest of day.

Speaking of her fat butt, that's what I ended up pounding once I got back from that trip.

I did leave a message explaining where I was for anyone visiting, and I definitely didn't expect for it to gain the shock, the fear, and the worry of someone like Eula. To make it clear: the scary mountain kills people. And I was expected to fit with that crowd of victims. Sadly, I am more of a murderer. [Bite of '87 and Amogus.]

There were tears, there were hugs, I patted her back in an effort to comfort her, but eventually that patting turned into pounding when she explained how she came to visit with Klee, the little girl just shrugging at the fact he wasn't around to play somewhere else and Eula keeping behind to 'guard' the place.

Also, she had originally planned to stay over as she was quick to show. As if to try and make up for not giving me the fucking she promised, the girl decided to put on a peculiar set under her clothes. And let me tell you...

She's THICC~!

The Net pantyhose thing just added a greater understanding of how delicious her thighs and ass were, to the point that she was almost delighted when, rather than a response, I just started fucking away. The girl was a bit surprised by the eagerness, but happily planted her face on the pillow while I drilled her slutty pussy into shape.

Her moaning muffled at first, clearly hidden because of potential embarrassment. Quite adorable, but I just couldn't allow for this crime to unfold. I wanted to see how happy she looked, and I wanted to make it as lewd as it could get. Eula clearly wasn't expecting for me to suddenly pull out, flip her around, and crawl over her.

"W-What are you- OH~!"

Her mouth ejected that big moan right as I pounded downward onto her craving hole, holding her hands and breed her cunt into oblivion through some good ol' Mating Press. I had her squeal for more, pacing fast and driving my length as deeply as it could get and, once I got her to cum a few times, I proceeded to shot the fat load of jizz that had been churning during the whole process. Her pussy clamped down as she orgasmed once again, holding tightly on me and professing her love for me (but mostly my cock) and how she didn't want me to die and all that stuff.

More crying, but this time it was easier to shut her up by merely unplugging my cock, crawling closer to her face and kiss her silent. She was not expecting that sort of treatment, and the girl was further shaken by the notion I would cuddle up with her. After all, she was supposed to just 'make sure I was alright and could lose some time about it'.

But even as we rested through cuddles and cheeky groping of the lustful kind, I didn't miss that our little exhibition had been noticed by someone that had been peeking by the window. I said nothing of this to Eula, but let's just say that a certain outrider was going to get the spanking of a lifetime for trying to sneak around and try to get some sexy time. I could forgive it once with Eula, a second time was just begging for some paddle action.

It was hunting season, and it was definitely Wabbit Season too~!

AN

I tried the Dragonspire recently, it was a fun adventure where I couldn't get the challenge inside the mountain. Too much 'freezing up' bullshit happening but... I may try again. Fischl is now 60 and I am close to get Bennett at 50. Plus Barbara is close to get her first Ascension (Fucking Oceanids bullshit), and Ningguang is getting her third ascension soon too.