[You killed a gray wolf]
[You have exhausted this area, even if you continue killing monsters, none of them will give you any experience points]
'I know, you don't have to rub it in my face, the reason why I'm doing this is different,' Mikhail thought as he watched Yiria kick the head of a wolf, then swiftly plunge her sword into its neck, separating the head from the rest of the body. The blood splattered onto her body.
Mikhail sat down, leaning against a tree, watching Yiria turn towards him after killing a second wolf. "It seems like we've finished clearing this area... But why did you call me here?"
Yiria possesses a sculpted figure with delicate and well-defined curves. Her elegant height enhances her imposing presence, while her smooth and radiant skin adds a touch of luminosity to her appearance. With her vibrant blue hair cascading in seductive waves around her face.
The black and gold colors of her attire stood out, but not as much as the strategically positioned opening in the pants she wore, featuring a daring thigh-revealing slit, revealing her smooth skin. The pants had intricate ribbons intertwining between the fabric openings, forming a checkered pattern.
'Who would have thought this woman was on her knees sucking me just yesterday,' Mikhail thought, slapping his hand on the ground beside him, saying, "Now that we're done, why don't you sit down? Let's take a break."
Hearing this, Yiria already understood the purpose behind it all. "Oh... So that's why you called me?" Yiria said, sheathing her sword and sitting down beside Mikhail.
"Haha, sorry, I just couldn't make good use of everything last night, so I thought we'd do something different now," Mikhail said, bringing his face close to Yiria's, starting to lick her neck while fondling her breasts, squeezing her nipples, twirling them, and then soothing them with gentle motions.
"Mmgh... You're already much better than last time, how did that happen?" Yiria said, embracing Mikhail.
"I don't know, I'm just following my instincts," Mikhail began to kiss Yiria, their tongues intertwining.
Amidst the kisses and moans, Yiria thought, 'Instincts? Is this guy some kind of animal?'
Mikhail's hands roam Yiria's body with possessive desire. His fingers trace the curve of her waist, leaving a trail of scorching sensations. Yiria's body eagerly responds.
"Arghmmmm..."
Mikhail's lips leave a trail of fiery kisses along Yiria's neck, his breath mixing with her soft moans. His tongue caresses her delicate skin, reaching the area where there was blood. Yiria pushes Mikhail's head back, saying, "No! You can't, the blood of these monsters is dirty."
"Oops, I almost did something I shouldn't have," Mikhail said, looking at the image in front of him—Yiria with her breasts exposed and her legs wet dripping.
"You came just from that, Yiria?" Mikhail said, touching her face.
"Well, I'm still sensitive... And you didn't even get to fuck me last night," Yiria said, closing her eyes and enjoying Mikhail's caresses.
"I have an idea..." Mikhail picked up Yiria's discarded shirt next to them and used it to rub around her breasts while kneading them, teasing her, causing her to arch her back in response.
"Mmmh..."
Mikahil halted his movements, now gazing at Yiria's flushed face, her body starting to sweat and her breath growing heavy, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly, her breasts heaving with anticipation. "What are you doing? We're not stopping here, right?"
Yiria reached her hand towards Mikahil's groin, feeling the throbbing of her friend. She smiled and said, "So, is that a yes? Shall I release him?" Yiria then threw herself on top of Mikahil, straddling him, and said, "Mmm... I can feel he can't stand being restrained anymore, right? Can I set him free now?"
"Before that, I'm a bit sweaty. Do you know any way to clean me up?" Mikahil asked.
Without hesitation, Yiria grabbed Mikahil's shirt, tearing it off and falling onto his chest. She began kissing his chest and brought her other hand towards Mikahil's groin. "What do you think of this cleaning tool?" Yiria asked as she ran her tongue around Mikahil's nipple.
"Mmm, that feels good, really good," Mikahil responded.
'Did she go to the library again? Or is this just instinct?' Mikahil thought, watching Yiria's tongue glide around his nipple, as he felt something gripping and holding his penis.
"Hehe, I found the grand prize," Yiria said, pulling out Mikahil's cock. "Let's start by giving it some relief with my hand. I learned something, look at this, Mikahil."
"Ah... What a diligent girl. I like it that way," Mikahil praised.
"Hehehe, only to give you the best, Mikahil," Yiria replied, using the tip of her finger to stroke the head of Mikahil's penis while using her hand to masturbate him.
Mikahil held Yiria's face and said, "You're ready now, stand up and lean against the tree."
"Argh... I'll do as you wish," Yiria let go of Mikahil's cock, stood up, and turned to face the tree, placing her hands on it.
"Yiria, why didn't you take off your pants?"
"Huh? I thought Master wanted to do that... Sorry, I'll do it now."
Without saying a word, Mikahil positioned himself on top of Yiria, pressing her hands against the tree to prevent her from moving. "Just calm down, it was just a question, and your response was on point."
Mikahil began to stroke Yiria's pussy, causing her to moan. She said, "That's good. I was worried I wouldn't be good enough, but it seems like I did everything right..." As she remained positioned against the tree, with one hand, she guided Mikahil's hand that was pleasuring her, saying, "Now please, just do it already. I can't take it anymore."
Mikahil crouched down, holding the edges of Yiria's shorts, slowly pulling them down along with her panties, revealing her dripping wetness.
"Oh my god... It's a complete mess," Mikahil said with a smile, then stood up, gripping his member with his hand, and pushed it inside Yiria's pussy.
"Ahhhhh, finally," Yiria exclaimed.