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Chapter 7: Fxckable Pxssy, Headpattable Cat
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Training is rough, but it can be fun when you literally have hours worthy of free time to waste.
Not only I was improving with my own skills, but I was also getting more resources by fighting left and right. I had the opportunity to actually face a Mitachurl. Big guy, scary Harambe-ass bastard, and a prediliction to either big-ass axes or shields.
Luckily for me both could be broken, with the former quick to catch fire, and the latter less resilient than the bastard's head. Smacking it on his head a few time did the trick for me the first time I tried my hand against them. Yet, I had a growing suspicion that by constantly harassing those illiterate morons, I may have started to get a bit of an infamy among them.
I could just imagine it, the sheer fright my own name (whatever they were using to describe me) would cause to their little ones. Sadly, I was not exactly one that lingered around much as I preferred to bring death than some warnings to their kind to fuck off. Something was driving the Hilichurls to build more forward bases near Monstadt despite the fact they were genuinely getting more terrified of little old me. Or Klee. Both worked in this matter.
A very peculiar show that the big bad was not really nice with their minions. I wonder if I could start a monkey revolution if I played my cards correctly. It would be like turning Monstadt into Thailand- maybe Liyue too if I am lucky enough. But let's put aside my innermost sense of British Colonizer of the Marxist Kind and let's focus on what really matters.
I am glad that Eula didn't mistake this meeting as a date. I had this mental image that she would have come through the gates in fancy clothes. Much to my relief, she came through with her uniform. It would have been quite awkward and bad if she just decided to go on a potential Gang-Rape route. Let's be honest, the monkey-mentality of these deviated illiterates would have caused no little issues. And I didn't want to risk my hand over potential NTR.
The walking was somewhat shorter than how it went with Venti as she really was raining from her groin with how aroused she was. Since I had promised her to be a nice guy about it, I decided to give her a form of mercy. Sitting on a chopped trunk of tree, Eula was confused when I told her to go bottomless and spread her legs for me. Confused and yet intrigued, the girl complied with my request, going a bit further by actually removing all clothes, and was soon giving me quite the sight. Resting on her back, legs spread open and pussy as wet as the Niagara Falls.
"S-So, what happens no-ooh~?"
Her words failed her as I went on my knees, lifted my mask up and allowed my lips and tongue to enjoy the sweet and wet thing in front of me. Her legs tensed up as she felt a jolt hit back at her brain. Her body shaking slightly as I started to give her the best cunnilingus she could get as a first-timer.
Any reluctance was washed away by the tidal wave born by her growing pleasure, her eyes were losing focus as I continued to relieve her with my tongue and soon... she came hard on my face. Quite the quick-shooter, but it was a reasonable development considering how little experienced the girl was.
I gave her a few seconds to recover, pulling my loincloth down to reveal the big thing that had been aching to say hi. I stood up, giving it a rub as I glanced at Eula. It took the knight a few more seconds of rest to get back at it, her gaze aimed at the rod that she had been looking to taste for a while. On her knees, eyes aimed at my mask, the girl opened her mouth and slowly stopped by allowing half-tip through her lips. Tongue at ready as she started to cautiously lick around.
It wasn't a perfect fellatio, but it was something and she was eager. So eager than she raised no complaint when I finally decided to go deeper and finally turn that cock-licking into a proper blowjob. Eula was actively shuddering the more I touched her, her lips wrapping tightly around the length as I started to piston back and forth. Bucking my hips to further increase the pace, the noise of lewd sucking finally intensitfied within my head and soon I was cumming into her throat.
Eula tensed a bit as she tasted cum, but didn't pull away until I was completely done. With her cheeks filled up with seed, she slowly started to swallow it all, until there was nothing left for her to drink. I patted her head for being a good girl and... that was it. I mean, I could have gone for more, but Eula asked to stop there. Shocking, I know, after all she had come to be quite strongly that I would have imagined her go all the way.
She mentioned that she was too tired to go on, not because the experienced tired her out, but because she had just finished her shift and she was quite drained. I accepted this reasoning, helping her up and clean before letting her put her clothes and made her way back to Monstadt. Still... I admit that I was bored. I didn't fuck Eula properly, I was still giddy to do more, and I was feeling quite bored. Like, really bored.
And as I was making my way back home, I realized that there were slimes around that were minding their business. Cryo Slimes. Normally I wouldn't pay attention to normal slimes because, truth be told, they didn't give a shit about me. For some reason, they just ignored my existence and... that was helpful to avoid some confrontation. But Cryo Slimes were something I was actually looking to get.
The main reason was because I needed those to get my 'fridge room' project to happen. I had been experimenting a lot when it comes to creating heat-isolated rooms that could help with Winter and, while I successfully made my house able to withstand any cold storm, I also created a room which was purposely meant to be cold and not let the chill air disperse.
The issue about getting the fridge room to work was that I needed to get a source of freezing cold which could get the air to chill up. And the best way to do it was to get a Slime or two. Leading them around was easier than one would expect and it was yet a matter of balance. Slimes love elemental energy and would flock at it regardless if it was the same kind as theirs or the oppositve. When one of those die, they release a fairly big amount of elemental energy. So yes, Slimes could go cannibal if needed. And for what I needed to do, 'cannibalism' of that sort was needed.
I killed the biggest one, used my bonking club to have the lingering energy latch onto it, and then used it as bait to drive the Cryo Slimes back home. Despite my happy thoughts, I couldn't help but remember a man named Epstein using similar tactics to lead children around. I wasn't going to sleep well that night, but at least I got the slimes nicely caged in the room so that they could starve to death and provide me with the fridge room that I needed.
Water was set down in special engravings on the ground which would soon turn into ice and thus allow the cold to persist even after the slimes' death. Once I was sure my slimey slaves were properly restrained, I went back to bed, slept and imagined of a world where a Samurai ninja that looked like an unholy union between Sonic the Hedgehog and a Vending Machine saved a child by killing him and the pedophile doctor trying to do naughty 'brain-in-the-jar' things to him and others.
Man, these nightmares are sure exciting. But not as exciting as get the fridge room I wanted. And you know what this called for? A Sicilian Granita. To be born in the land kicked by Italy both metaphorically and literally, I had the chance to grow to experience the same trick many grandmothers would use to keep their grandkids tame and bearable: the Sicilian Granita. Ice with a flavor, in this case grated Lemons with sugar.
The thing that I prepared was just perfect. Yet not as easy to repeat as I had not too many lemons. Still, I got enough to go ahead with a plan. I was going to build a monopoly on Granita and make it compete with Wine. I was going to be rich in no time.
There was a small issue that I hadn't accounted for.
What do you mean I 'cannot'? I am a friendly HIlichurl from around the corner.
"We are aware, but Acting Grandmaster Jean said that people without identification papers can't be allowed inside."
If the nice guy mode wasn't going to work, then the cheeky trickster will do.
Is this because I am black?
"Dude, I am dark-skinned," One of the guards rebuked. "That ain't going to work."
...
Is this because I am a monkey?
"Dude, fuck off. Just wait until the Acting Grandmaster lift off the martial laws or something like that."
I could feel my poor heart that had endured thousands of pain throb in agony. So I sat beside the bridge, contemplating about the nature of Anti-Monkey racism. I retrieved a strawberry-flavored Granita and started to eat. I tended to stress-eat at times, not always, but this was a good reason to be sitting down by the river and contemplating the rules of existences... while a cat-eared girl was tilting a barrel so that its content spilled onto the water.
Red liquid poured down and, at first, I thought it was blood. Then I realized the composition and color were wrong and-
"Wine?"
The girl tensed up, then turned to look at me and we shared a look.
"W-Wine? No- No, this is... red dye!"
I ignored the lie and focused on the newest development. The kid understood what I said.
"You can understand me?"
Her kitty ears twitched. "Y-Yeah?"
"And you are wasting wine, why?"
She frowned at that. "It's... complicated."
"That's a waste of money-"
"W-Well, dad should have bought something more reasonable and- You heard nothing."
"I heard everything and there's nothing wrong with your intentions," I rebuked swiftly, causing the girl to pause entirely in her business to ruin good wine for the sake of killing off her daddy's addiction. "Like, having a drinking problem is really serious."
"Yeah, he is so out of his mind and he is always so sleepy-"
"And he can experience kidney's failure if he goes on to drink too much too frequently," I remarking, causing the little neko-girl to frown quizzically. "The kidney is an organ which filter the pee. If it 'fails' then it will not clean out any potential bad thing and could actually hurt the rest of the body."
She gasped. "R-Really?"
I nodded. "How much does your father drink?"
"Four cups a day. He- He is a hunter and he always check the tavern."
That's not the worst I heard, but it was still a lot. Especially with people trying to tease him to drink more than usual at times.
"He should tune down the drinking. He is in no danger zone, but he could be if he ups the current dose."
"Which is what I am trying to do by removing his personal stash-"
"It's too short-termed as a plan," I reasoned. "You will need to do something more drastic than just that."
"And what should I do? I tried to ruin the wine business by being bartender most of the time, but even when I try the drinks come 'perfect'," The girl muttered loudly. "Dad doesn't even consider it's bad and... and..."
She fell on her knees, looking at the grass and sighing.
"It doesn't work. I am just- I don't know how to help."
...That sucks. Like, really suck. I have a feeling there was more about her drinks making perfect being a normal thing. Something, something one of the Gods being responsible for this.
"What's your name, kiddo?"
"Diona..." The child quietly replied, clearly not in the mood to entertain the notion to not say this sort of stuff to strangers. Then again, we had enough banter to not be just strangers.
"Well, Diona, I know this isn't much but... can I offer you a Granita?"
"Granita?" Diona inquired, slightly perking at the question. "What's that?"
"It's a icy treat flavored with ground fruits and sugar," I explained calmly. "I have a couple of samples in different flavors. Any favorite fruit?"
"Pear."
I nodded, retrieving the green-colored icy treat and offering the cup to the girl together with a small spoon. She accepted it, sitting down and giving it a quick bite. Her tail stood stiff and her eyes widened. The girl happily enjoyed it, going through a bit of a brainfreeze for going too far, but nonetheless loving it.
And while she was eating, I started to plot. Here there was the daughter of the local tavern's owner, trying to find a solution to lessen the influence wine had on not only the tavern, but her daddy's addiction. I had something that was delicious, could be easily prepared with a room where to make ice in and could be sold cheaply and quickly.
It would have the same fruity flavor, and create competition as the 'quantity option' compared to expensive wine. But as my plans started, I should have predicted my business approach would have stirred trouble and gained me attention and irritation in the form of the big boss owning the fruity grape juice affairs unfolding in Monstadt.
Then again, I was also busy being a lovely neighbor just trying to make money, extend my influence, and make sad cat-girls happy.
AN
Eula gets a taste... of cock n' cum.
Diona gets a taste... of Pear-flavored Granita.
John gets profit.
Success?
Next time! John gets to pet a feathered-dragon[, and screws a bit with the main plot], Amber stumbles on an awkward situations[, tries to make it better but ends up turning it even more sexual than it needed to be (no complaining here)], and Klee makes a new friend (and there's no secret innuendo there, kids gonna be kids).