Chapter 30: Marc, Hina and Julie [II. R18]

As Hina drifted off to sleep, exhausted from their intense lovemaking session, Marc and Julie remained awake, their bodies still entwined on the couch. Marc's softening cock was still nestled inside Julie's dripping pussy, their mixed juices creating a sticky mess between her thighs.

Julie traced her fingers along Marc's chest, feeling the sweat cooling on his skin. "Mmm, you were amazing," she purred, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I haven't been fucked like that in a long time."

Marc smiled, his hand sliding down to cup Julie's ass. He squeezed the firm globe, pulling her closer. "You're not so bad yourself," he teased, giving her nipple a playful pinch.

Julie gasped, arching into his touch. "Not so bad? I thought I was pretty fucking incredible," she challenged, a smirk playing on her lips.

Marc chuckled, rolling them over so that Yurie was pinned beneath him. "Oh, you're incredible alright," he agreed, his hand sliding between her thighs. He could feel her pussy, still so wet and ready.

Julie moaned as his fingers found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in slow, teasing circles. "Mmm, and you're insatiable," she accused, her hips bucking up to meet his touch.

Marc just grinned, two fingers sliding deep inside her tight heat. "Guilty as charged," he said, pumping them in and out of her slowly. "But I can't help it. Your pussy feels too good."

Julie wrapped her legs around his waist, using the leverage to grind her hips against his. She could feel his cock, already hardening again against her thigh. "Fuck, you're getting hard again," she marveled, reaching down to stroke his shaft.

Marc groaned, his hips thrusting into her touch. "What can I say? You bring out the beast in me," he growled, his fingers picking up speed inside her.

Julie cried out, her head falling back against the couch cushions. "Then fuck me like a beast," she demanded, her walls clenching around his invading digits. "Ruin me for anyone else."

Marc needed no further encouragement. He yanked his fingers out of her pussy, making Julie whimper at the loss. But then he was pushing her thighs apart, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance.

With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Julie screamed, her back arching off the couch as he filled her completely. He was so big, stretching her walls deliciously.

Marc started to move, his hips slapping against hers as he fucked her hard and fast. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their moans and grunts of pleasure.

Julie could only hold on for dear life as Marc pounded into her, his cock hitting depths she didn't know she had. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Julie!" Marc growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Give it to me!" Julie screamed, her nails digging into his back. "Fill me up! I want to feel your hot seed inside me!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Marc buried himself to the hilt inside Julie. He came hard, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he pumped her full of his thick, hot cum. Julie came with him, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice as she milked him for every last drop.

They collapsed together, both panting and spent. Marc's cock softened inside her, their mixed juices leaking out to soak the couch cushions beneath them. He rolled to the side, pulling Yurie with him so they were spooning on the couch.

Julie let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into the crook of Marc's neck. "Mmm, that was incredible," she murmured, her hand sliding over his chest. "You really know how to show a girl a good time."

Marc chuckled, his arm tightening around her waist, a wicked grin on his face. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."

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The hours crawled by, and by the time the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I hadn't slept a wink. My eyes were swollen, my patience frayed, and my resolve to keep Julie around was hanging by a thread.

And speak of the devil, Julie walked down out of the door and finally emerged, her face glowing with satisfaction and a hint of smugness.

"Take a rest," I said bluntly, my voice flat, regret but I needed the rest.

Julie blinked, confused for a moment, before nodding and returning back to the room, clearly unconcerned about my state.

I dropped onto the bed, desperately hoping for a few hours of peace.

And just as I felt myself drifting off, the noises upstairs began again.

I stared at the ceiling, my hands clenched into fists.

This might be the moment I leave her behind, I thought grimly.

After what felt like an eternity, the next day, Julie and I finally left the village in search of nearby monster-filled areas. Hina and Zarc, who had been so eager to host us, provided detailed directions and were very reluctant to see Julie go.

I had to mentioned she'd, well, we would return, and that's when they smiled warmly, saying they'd welcome us with open arms.

Julie, ever the charmer, gave them a sly wink as she turned to leave.

I stared at her, completely speechless. No words came to mind—not that I had the energy to scold her.

As we walked toward the area the couple had described, my mood soured further.

It wasn't long before we stumbled upon a group of ogres. Hulking beasts with thick, leathery skin and crude weapons.

Perfect.

I clenched the demon sword in my hand, feeling its familiar pulse of energy, and glanced at Julie. She seemed unbothered, her usual carefree demeanor intact.

"I don't know about you," I muttered, my voice low, "but I need to vent."

Julie tilted her head, confused, but said nothing.

The ogres noticed us then, their guttural growls filling the air as they approached.

"Blame yourselves for being unlucky," I said under my breath before charging forward.

The first swing of my blade cleaved through one ogre's chest, its dark energy tearing through the creature like paper.

The others roared in anger and charged, but I was faster. Swing after swing, I released my frustration, each strike cutting down another foe.

Julie hovered nearby, occasionally throwing a spell to keep stragglers at bay, though her heart didn't seem in it.

For me, this wasn't just a fight—it was a release.

Every roar, every swing of their crude clubs, every spray of blood—it all blurred together into a 'melody' of chaos.

By the time it was over, the ground was littered with bodies, and my breathing had steadied. The demon sword hummed faintly in my grip, as if satisfied with the carnage.

Julie approached cautiously, her expression unreadable.

"Feel better?" she asked, her tone almost teasing.

I didn't answer, wiping the blood from the blade.

She sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "You really need to relax more, Lira. Stress isn't good for the skin, you know."

I shot her a look but said nothing.

Julie continue to pester me endlessly as we walked around searching for more monster hordes to clear.

"So, are we going back already? It's over, right? Or are you planning on clearing out the entire area?" she asked for the tenth time, her voice grating on my nerves.

Ignoring her, I led the way.

We cleared out two more ogre camps before the sky began to darken. The area became eerily quiet, the oppressive heat of the day replaced by the cool chill of the night.

I was starving, my stomach growling in protest. Yet, as I glanced at Julie, she still looked as energetic as she had this morning.

It didn't make sense. After last night's antics, she should've been struggling to keep up, but no—she practically bounced as she walked, humming a tune under her breath.

I shook my head, choosing to focus on the system screen in front of me.

[Stats Page]

Level: 24

Strength: 48

Agility: 66 (+18)

Intelligence: 73 (+25)

Vitality: 90

Mana: 7,300

Endurance: 60

Free Stat Points: 57

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Arriving back in the village, Marc wasted no time, eagerly escorting Julie into the room upstairs. Their laughter and hushed whispers faded as they disappeared behind the door, leaving me alone in the main room with Hina.

She stood nearby, clearly uneasy, her hands fidgeting as she served me a plate of food. Her gaze lingered on the door upstairs, a mix of longing and guilt flickering in her eyes.

"You can go," I said, my voice flat but not unkind. "I can cook for myself. Just…" I paused, trying to find the right words. "…please keep it low. Or—" I hesitated, realizing how absurd this request was in this household. "—recommend me another house to stay in."

Hina's expression shifted immediately, relief washing over her face as she nodded.

"You're in luck," she said, her tone soft but quick. "The next-door widower has agreed to let you stay. He's coming over here tonight, so his house will be free."

The implication was clear, and I didn't need to ask why his house would be "free."

"Fine," I replied, standing up and grabbing my sword.

Hina stepped forward as if to say something, but I cut her off with a glance.

"Just point me in the right direction."

She nodded again, leading me to the door and pointing next door. As I stepped out into the cool night air, I heard the faint sounds of laughter begin to rise from the upper floor.

At least I'd have some peace now—or so I hoped.