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Chapter 8: Challenging Businesses, Testing Clumsy Bunny-Girls
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As one would expect as an alternative to booze, the Granita operation was going smoothly as Diona did a fine job introducing it as her own recipe.
The girl was a bit confused about why such a product would have been a solution to her problem, but if she wanted to break a monopoly, she had to create an alternative which lessened the demand and thus crippled the capacity to make the current wine available worthy of the money it was. Kill the price, and the product will soon experience a crisis. I didn't expect it to happen within a few days, not even in a few weeks, but people were going to notice that there was something that could be taken by the whole family.
Diona had also gotten into the idea of experimenting a bit about other flavors. She had made big progress and great success with the Sunsettia-flavored one, making it a staple product for her little business. One could notice it since what Diona was doing was pretty much the same a kid would do by selling cheap lemonade.
If the boss behind the wine business was to get wind of this, he could do nothing about it. After all, the kid was just making small stuff and it was making a profit out of a clientele that was mixed and wider than his. It will weaken his product, but not kill it off entirely. Not without a more direct attack. And no, I was'nt making any reference to involve Klee in terrorist actions against the local wine mafia.
That would be distasteful. If push came to shove, I would just go 'nam on their ass and be done with it. But for sake of caution, I introduced Klee to Diona. The explosive little thing was more than entertained by the chance of having a friend to head pat when in need of a morale boost. And Diona was quite happy to have a friend in general and one that liked to play with her cat ears with proper attention.
Oh yes, there's nothing greater than to create a Loli Mafia out of this whole situation.
However, that wasn't what really entertained me as of now as I had made another curious discovery while I was hunting for more slimes for experiments and... that was a big ass dragon that had taken refuge by a cave near home to rest and recover from what looked to be a constant state of suffering. Aren't we all in perpetual pain anyway? I decided to do the smart thing and approach it.
I wanted to believe that, somehow, Hilichurls could also become Targaryen with enough determination. Either that, or I wanted to see if dragons were in truth cats with wings. In this case, a feathered cat with Wings. Approaching the beast proved to be easier than one would expect through my suicidal idea, and yet it would be wrong to assume that it was all dandy and easy.
The moment I stood before the winged monster with feathers, he opened his eyes at me and bared his teeth. A predatorial challenge, but one that I met with a simple gesture.
"Hello~" I hummed, waving my hands in a greeting.
The dragon paused, then frowned.
"You... you speak?"
I nodded, taking a step closer and... patting his head. Or nose. Or whatever could give me the title of 'Dragon Headpatter'.
"Yeah, I can do that."
The dragon shifted, curiosity passing by his slightly-pained expression. "I always thought your brethren were quite... limited in this regard."
I shrugged. "I am a special nut. What about you?"
...
"Don't leave me hanging, I can tell you have a story as... you know, a fricking dragon."
"And how should I answer that question?"
"Dunno, how are you doing?"
"Becoming a true source of storms with my mere passing, the mortals that have forsaken me now fear my name and-"
"Why?"
He paused, then frowned. "They forgot about my existence. Me, Dvalin, that was among the Four Winds and the one that was the closest to Barbatos."
"Oh, I know the guy," I replied jovially. "He goes by Venti, he is quite girly, I fucked his ass and creampied his pussy."
"...Barbatos mated with a Hilichurl?"
"Considering the role dynamics, the opposite of that order is correct. I mated Barbatos and made him my good girl during that time. Consensually, obviously."
"I don't care. I suppose it explains how a failed god such as he would be so willing to forsake our bond."
"Did he?"
"Humans don't recognize me!" Davlin rebuked angrily and I huffed.
"That's because the documents got lost during the Catastrophe," I remarked flatly, causing the beast to stir in confusion. "I am quite sure they don't have papers on you or they would have recognized you."
"What you are saying is... that they forgot about me because they don't have... documents?"
"Imagine that apocalypse as a trauma. The general societal response is, in fact, forgetting everything about it. Which was facilitated by Barbatos since he took a break from everything because he failed everyone, especially you," I answered calmly. "I know for a thing Venti doesn't drink because wine is nice, but because he knows he failed you, now more than ever with this whole 'Stormterror' bullshit that is going on."
"...You think so?"
"I don't think so, I know so. I mean, it's been a long time and people don't even know what happened back then. I wouldn't say you are wrong about being forgotten, but you can't put the full blame on the wrong target. It was the Catastrophe itself that led you in this situation- well, you and Barbatos."
The dragon frowned. "You are an odd Hilichurl."
"And you are the first dragon I met, so I can't call you odd," I admitted, offering a sheepish posture at this confession. "But what I can call odd are those odd violet spikes on your back."
Dvalin turned a bit, almost to address them. "Nothing worthy of concern."
"You sure? I can bonk them and-"
"Nothing. Worthy. Of. Concern."
I sighed. "Sheesh, no need to heat up. I wasn't telling you something foul."
"You don't need to. Your lack of respect is enough to warrant-"
"Well, why should I give you respect if you decided to attack innocents?" I rebuked strongly. "Like, I would get it as self-defense you would need to attack those armed and attacking you, but what about kids? What did they do to you?"
...
The dragon didn't reply at this, sparing me a long look before giving me a single warning that I took to heart.
"Leave."
Duly noted, there was no reason in risking genuine suicide by dragon until I was done with the rest of my life. It sounded like a good way to go, but I didn't want to go just yet. So, I departed from the beast, contemplating if I had to put some traps against a dragon-tier invasion of my humble hut in the near future. Turns out that there was an invasion, but that the cause of it was not a dragon. Nor was there anything that I could have expected to cause me major troubles.
No, the cause of it was none other than a certain Outrider that, without my permission since I wasn't around, decided to call dibs on my shower and get herself cleaned up as I came back. I noticed that right as I was about to take a shower myself. I had bonked my fair share of Hilichurls and Mitachurls, so I was ready to get wet n' clean before napping a bit before more stuff.
So, as I, a sweaty Hilichurl, turned the corner and saw Amber busy with her showering. I stood right behind her, giving her a look as she hummed while fixing her hair and... tapped the wall on the side with my knuckles, the noise catching her attention as she spun around and stared at me with wide eyes. Panic turned into dread.
"Oh... John?"
I nodded, well aware that the fright of a wild hilichurl could create some nasty scenarios. Luckily for me, I had put fences around the perimeter of the house to keep these morons away.
"I... You weren't here, and I got a long shift so... that's what friends do right? Letting others crash in their place for a while... right?"
Depends on the context. And the fact that I should be made aware of this 'crashing' since I am the owner of the place. I sighed and leaned on the wall, turning away as I contemplated if this was indeed turning into one of those anarcho-capitalist societies that I have been told about. I mean, how many times would anyone ever be intruded by a law enforcer asking to use the shower as 'friends'.
I decided to spare Amber from further embarrassment by stopping this interaction on the spot and just waiting for my turn. However, Amber was an outrider and she quickly realized that the reason why I was merely waiting and not leaving altogether was not because of her presence there.
"Y-You wanted to use the shower too?" She blurted out with a hint of curiosity, then smiling. "Sure, you can join me. In fact, come in!"
...What?
I didn't even get much of a choice as I was suddenly yanked into the shower and my loincloth pushed down by Amber. She seemed a bit too at ease for her to be aware of what she was doing. And, in a way, I was correct. As I would soon learn, the experienced windglider was expecting me to be a 'Ken' and thus lacked the package dudes were meant to be.
She went through pressing herself on me for a time, to help on how tight the shower was, blissfully unaware of what she was doing by washing around my head (and she 'liked' the human-like face I had under my mask), my arms, my pits, but muscles, my hips and then she started daring her hands unto the lower levels. She hadn't caught on the fact that what was poking at her left leg was not my own leg. And when her hands reached for the final bit, Amber finally realized her mistake.
"And then it's time for your peni- You have a penis?!" Amber exclaimed in shock, hand still wrapped around the tool right as she realized that, yes, I had a prick. "I-I thought- D-Don't give me that look, how should I know that."
Had I been in the situation to use paper and pen, I would have told her that asking would have been a thing for me. You know, I don't care if it avoids all issues like that. Yet, the girl didn't seem to learn.
"W-Well, this is not going to happen so-Gh!"
Idiocy, clumsiness and a sprinkle of hentai's luck at work. That's what I would call the resulting situation where Amber shifted on the wet floor and almost tripped me down against the thin wall of the shower. I caught her since I had a stronger footing on the ground and I had the muscles to keep her on pace. What I couldn't stop, however, was her tits suddenly pressing against my face and my cock now happily rubbing along her pussy.
I justified her lack of genuine reaction in the first minute as shock caused by the development. I didn't move, letting her have all the time she needed to recover. I tried to have her move away from me the moment she had her footing back but... she was gripping onto me quite tightly and her breathing had picked up heavily as the brunette unconsciously started to rub against the shaft.
...She is a horny bunny, isn't she?
I had this feeling that she was not going to be satisfied with this stupid situation until she came hard. Oh well, time to teach this beach something called the 'pecking order'. Amber tensed up when I grasped her hips, expecting me to outright fuck her silly, but I was not in the mood to entertain any fantasies as I was a man with a plan: a plan that revolved around giving the bunny girl a taste of what getting fucked by me meant to a girl like her.
I started to rub faster between her thighs, shifting my cock against her slit. The brunette moaned quietly, holding onto me as her hips moved on their own to match with my pace. She was quite good at bucking like a stud, and I was somewhat relieved that she was not a futa- that would have been an entirely different mess if I dared to even entertain that.
Nonetheless, her whorish moaning got quite interesting when I started to suckle at her nipples. She was quite weak about those, doing close to nothing to stop me from giving her the best foreplay she could get out of this occasion. She held onto me with as much as she could and then started to squirt like crazy. And then again and again.
I wasn't the man that wanted to waste the chance to teach a lesson, and I gave Amber a solid one in the form of who had the best sexual endurance out of the two. By the fourth orgasm, I started to cum hard through the other side, her cunt feeling the throbbing and sending jolts all over her body.
Finally, it was over, and the outrider managed to 'recover' from the experience. She showered a bit more, but we both were soon done. The brunette was incredibly nervous, quite embarrassed from what happened, but while this would normally translate into her evading me for a few months, I had this gut feeling that told me that wasn't going to be the case.
I just could tell on the spot, as she walked away while waving her hips at me, that this was just the beginning...
AN
Next chapter will be less lewd and more on Klee. It's time to give her a proper chapter to express herself after so long.
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