Profession, Merchant Volume 5 Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Chapter 4 – The “Hero” III

A large amount of saliva leaked from the tip of her tongue, soaking the lad’s nipples.

“Chuup, chupp, slurp, churp, chuupaah, chuupaa…”

“Kuh… ahh, wait! Haahaaa, please, stop… ahh… something… something is wrong… huuu…”

But no matter how much he begged, the “Hero” ignored his pleas to stop and did not slow down her caresses, so “I” could no longer stand it and shifted my body position.

The “hero”, seeing this reaction, put him on his back, still torturing his nipples.

One thing to note is that she seems to be holding her hand gently on the back of his head so as not to accidentally hit it on a hard surface.

The lad’s childish face is red with steam, and his dark, unkempt hair is disheveled on the wooden floor, which feels cool to the touch in the summer.

The wind chime plays another beautiful melody, but judging by her mellowed eyes, I doubt it still reaches her ears.

“I think the left nipple feels better than the right.”

The “Hero” said this with her bare tits pressed tightly against the lad’s still-smooth stomach. Then she added,

“Hey, try sticking out your tongue.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s okay. Just do it.”

As the lad gently stuck out his tongue, the “Hero” began to tangle herself up in it.

With her own tongue, of course.

“Hello. W-what are you doing?”

“Wow, so gutless. Are you really a man?”

Seeing the “Hero” sulking, the lad “I” hastened to stick out his tongue.

Or rather, isn’t it too much to say that you’re not a “man” if you show even a hint of a “no” here?

Anyway, their tongues, each with a concentration of capillaries, touched each other with a few flicks in the air.

Then the side on the “Hero” suddenly traced the lad’s tongue in a circular motion, and for a moment his tongue almost withdrew, but he managed to hold on.

Mlemlem, chuuchuup… mlemlemlemlem♥

Time passed, and soon their lips overlapped, but both sides continued to wiggle their tongues, even though they were already locked in each other’s mouths.

Then suddenly, the Hero’s fingers flicked both of his nipples and with the added slickness of the saliva she left after licking them, it made the lad jump up and down, moaning.

“Was it good?”

She asked, saliva dripping from her mouth.

As for the young man, he could only utter an unintelligible “Ah, uuuu…” with tears in his eyes.

“Oh, dear. Looks like that was too much for you. Fufufu.”

And she was right.

It was too much for the lad. In fact, the shorts he was wearing were so tight because of the ‘center tent’ that was emerging.

“This is bad…”

“W… what is it?”

“If it’s that swollen, it’s going to be a big problem.”

She said this, but the end of her sentences was filled with a tone of delight.

“But… it’s happened many times before, and it hasn’t caused any problems. Like in the morning, when I wake up…”

“No, no, if it’s this swollen, it’s going to be a big problem!”

“Oh no! What am I going to do?”

“Don’t panic. I know how to take care of it. But first, let me take this off.”

The “Hero” put her hand on the lad’s short pants and said.

“What? Please don’t do that! It’s embarrassing!”

“You’ll get into bigger trouble if you keep dilly-dallying like that. Besides, this is a necessary treatment, so there is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I-is that true?”

“Yes. Believe me, it’s true.”

The “Hero” says this with a bright smile.

Then, after pulling down the zipper, she pulls down my lower clothing in one go.

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“Wait. I knew it, this is still embarrassing! Huh? Didn’t you hear me? I said wait!”

The lad “I” exclaimed after the “Hero” had pulled the shorts down vigorously.

She obviously heard what he said but insisted anyway, this time pulling the cloth over his legs.

Then the lad’s white underwear was revealed, tented, and with it, a conspicuous wet spot on top of the tent.

It was obviously soaked with his own semen, but the “Hero” was unfazed.

Or rather, she slid her finger along the line of the bulge, back and forth where the back muscles should be.

The lad “I” shuddered at the sensation, and while he was mesmerized, the piece of cloth was also lowered.

From inside, a still pink cock bounced up toward the azure sky.

Its foreskin had already been peeled off.

“Ooh, you’re surprisingly big.”

The “Hero” mumbled, then stuck out her tongue to play with the springiness of the fresh pink cock.

The lad “I” stiffened his shoulders and closed his eyes.

But the “Hero”, after letting out an excited sigh, licks the head of his sensitive glans instead.

“Mlemm… chuup…”

Her warm lips traced the back muscles, and a boyish, high-pitched “ah” echoed around the room. It echoed off the corners of the room and across the veranda.

Then the mouth of the “Hero,” now full of saliva, fully engulfed the cock of the lad “I”.

In response, he grabbed tightly at his shirt, which she had left half undressed.

“Oh no, don’t do that. It’s so dirty…”

He spoke, seeing the “Hero” sucking the part where his pee comes out.

“Ifsh fine, ifsh fine.”

“Ahh… Is this really… a necessary treatment I need…?”

“Of ghourshe.”

“It’s fine,” and “Of course,” is what she says here.

Shluurrp, shuuurp.

However, the moment the object slid down the throat 9f the “Hero”, making an obscene noise as she coated it with saliva, the lad “I” got scared and tried to wriggle his body out.

“Ufufufu♥”

But in the midst of his futile struggles, and although he did not moan with the same intensity as she did with his nipples, the “uuuu” kind of breathing and moaning, as if he was biting down the sheets on some heavy pleasure, it made the “Hero” smile with satisfaction.

“What is this… something is… ahh, fuaaaahh… eh? ……☆!? Fueeeeehh!?”

Squirt♥ Splurt♪ Squirt♪ Squirt♪ Squirt♪

Perhaps this was after the “Hero” had demonstrated all her techniques. The lad “I” arched his body, his slender hips twitching in a curve.

It was such an intense orgasm that it must have felt like heaven and earth had been switched back and forth.

“Mmm, mmmh…”

But as expected of a battle-hardened warrior, the “Hero” only slightly contorted her face and closed her eyes before sucking in the newly released contents.

Then, after a series of sucking motions, she pulled her mouth out and looked over the edge of the veranda and out into the garden, semen still dripping from her lips.

When the lad “I” saw this, I gasped as if coming to his senses.

“Ah, I-I’m sorry! S-something like pee came out, and…”

“Don’t worry, it’s not pee. But, well, how can I put this… ah yes. This is what is causing your dick to swell.”

“I see. Wow, you really know a lot of things, Miss Hero. That’s amazing.”

The lad’s eyes gazed at the “Hero” with a look of relief and respect.

“No, no, I still have a long way to go. Besides, we’re not finished yet.”

With that, she stood up, unbuckled her own belt, and pulled down her khaki cargo pants, exposing her slender legs and plump buttocks and thighs.

The lad “I,” for one, was already spellbound by the sight.

Then she muttered.

“Earlier, I mentioned ‘tits’ as the most important thing boys crave, but I think a ‘woman’s panties’ is just as comparable.”

In the hazy “erotic” consciousness of a sheltered lad with limited sexual knowledge, underpants, panties and underwear are far-reaching symbols.

On top of that, the panties of the “Hero” were pure white. It was an undergarment of such purity that it’s hard to imagine that it was the fashion sense of a “Hero” who was always carefree and sassy.

The lad’s cock, which had just experienced a “sperm delivery” and had lost its strength, rose again.

Seeing this, the “Hero”, without hesitation, quickly climbed on top and started rubbing the top of her underwear against the tip.

I don’t know if it was the lad’s pre-cum or her leftover love juices from earlier, but there was a faint trickle of liquid from the tip of his cock staining her pure white panties.

How awe-inspiring!

But soon, the contents of the panties began to seep out, mixing and acting as a lubricant for the slippery rubbing between his cock and the labia through the underwear.

“Here, drink this.”

Around this time, the “Hero” handed “me” a grey pill.

“Wh-what is this?”

“This is a contraceptive called the pilpil. Sex feels very good on its own, but you have to use a contraceptive unless you want to have a baby with me. Do you understand?”

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