* : there is a picture or explanation in the comment section.
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Ashtarot knew how excited yet disappointed Sorrel was as they continued walking toward their destination.
He was well aware of her desire for him to stop suddenly and fuck her, but he had decided to tease her a bit longer.
Professionalism was crucial when working, and he prided himself on maintaining it, unlike Kirzin, who had a notorious reputation for indulgence and he didn't want to be on the same par with him.
'I can't believe he won't touch me! I'm doing such a good job! Praise me, touch me!'
Sorrel's thoughts echoed loudly in his mind, but he kept walking through the forest.
The pinus forest, which constituted 80% of the Lecherous area, was perpetually cloudy, dim, and humid. It frequently drizzled, making it an ideal habitat for water-dwelling monsters.
The area was dangerous for adventurers, many of whom met their end in the murky waters.
Ashtarot and Sorrel concealed their monstrous characteristics, such as horns and tails, as they ventured into the deepest forest.
Unlike Higanbana no Gen'ei, this region teemed with dungeon dwellers, necessitating a more discreet appearance.
As they moved forward, they noticed a party of adventurers leaping across a shallow river. The water, knee-deep and calm, had slippery stones serving as stepping stones to the other side.
It seemed like a routine maneuver until one of the party members slipped and fell.
A disheveled young girl, covered in dried leaves and moss, appeared behind him, it was Nure Onago*.
Her sharp teeth gleamed as she bit into his neck, causing him to scream in agony, "Help!"
The rest of the party turned around, startled. They rushed to aid their fallen comrade. One member attacked the monster, slashing at her with a sword, while another began casting a healing spell on their injured friend.
The scene quickly devolved into chaos. Blood splattered onto the stones and into the water, the scent was sure to attract more monsters.
Ashtarot stood nearby, smirking at the spectacle. The sight of humans in distress, struggling against the monsters of the dungeon, filled him with a perverse sense of satisfaction.
But still, he needed to focus on continuing their journey, as he turned back to ask Sorrel:
"Lady Sorrel, do you need help crossing this small river?"
His voice cut through her thoughts. He extended his hand and gestured toward a shallow river.
"Yes, please," Sorrel replied hesitantly, stretching out her hand.
Ashtarot took her hand, guiding her carefully over the treacherous stones. However, his patience wore thin as their progress was slow, hindered by her geta and kimono. Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms.
"Ah! As-Ashtarot!"
Sorrel stammered, startled by the sudden change. Her face flushed crimson, and her mind raced with thoughts of his warm body against hers.
'AAAAHHHHH???!!! His body is so sturdy and warm!!! Is the demon race supposed to be this warm? Oh, his broad chest!!! I can smell him!!!'
She screamed internally, clutching his kimono, inadvertently exposing his abs.
Her body squirmed in discomfort as she became increasingly aroused. All she could think about was him pinning her down and taking her mercilessly.
'I WANT TO BE FUCKED BY ASHTAROT!!!'
Ashtarot smirked, leaning closer to her ear. "Stop moving like that; I can't move," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
He then moved his lips to her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Have some shame, Lady Sorrel. I know you want me, but we have an audience. Or do you want me to fuck you here, with them watching?"
Sorrel's face flushed deeper, her heart pounding. She glanced around and noticed several pairs of eyes on them—monsters and dungeon dwellers observing with curious interest.
Even the injured party stopped their fight and looked at them curiously. The monster stopped attacking and gazed at them with jealousy.
"Ah... no, please... not here," she whispered, embarrassed but even more aroused by his teasing.
Ashtarot chuckled softly, his voice low and seductive. "Good girl," he said, adjusting his grip on her as they reached the other side of the river.
Sorrel's knees felt weak as she steadied herself, her body still trembling with desire. She adjusted her kimono, trying to regain her composure.
Without words he resumed walking, his back straight and demeanor calm, but she could sense the simmering tension between them.
'Oh Ashtarot, you drive me crazy,' she thought, following him closely as she touched his hands, wanting to hold it.
Ashtarot was taken aback for a moment, turning his head to see Sorrel looking at him with pleading eyes, her face flushed and her hand hovering as if seeking permission to hold his.
He was a man of words, the sight of her red cheeks and droopy eyes melted his resolve.
He took her hand, pulling her close. His strong arms locked her in place as he brushed his left hand over her ass, the right hand pressing against her back to bring her even closer.
"You're seducing me, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Sorrel's body jolted at his touch. She squirmed, especially when his hand began to massage her ass, a finger slipping between her legs, teasing her through the fabric.
"NNNGGGHHHH!!! ASHTAROT!!!"
She cried out, hugging him tightly. The musky scent of his body filled her senses, making her shiver with anticipation and desire.
'AHH!!! AAAHHH!!! HE WILL FUCK ME!!! HE WILL FUCK MY SLUTTY PUSSY!!!'
His fingers continued to explore, teasing her through the thin barrier of her kimono. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps, and she buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply.
The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them entwined in this intimate moment.
"Ashtarot," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please..."
He smirked, enjoying her desperation. "Please what, Lady Sorrel?" he teased, his fingers continuing their relentless exploration.
"Please... Fuck me," she begged, her voice a mix of frustration and need. Her body quivered under his touch, every nerve ending on fire.
Ashtarot's smirk deepened as he moved to untie Sorrel's obi, savoring the anticipation. Just then, a sound from behind made him freeze and turn around.
"Ribbit, you are in the way, ribbit," came a croaky voice.
A light green giant frog, standing about 100 cm (3'3") tall, stared at him with red eyes. It wore orange clothes and a yellow construction worker's helmet. In its hands, it held a long, glowing red stick.
Behind it was a procession of similar frogs, all pushing carts filled with items covered in white cloth.
Ashtarot and Sorrel were having too much fun they forgot that they were in the middle of the road.