Sea Monster Stew Chapter 30

Biche surrendered herself completely to the warm touch. 

 

As he gripped her chest over her thin clothes, her lips parted slightly. 

 

His tongue didn’t miss the opportunity, slipping flexibly into her mouth.

He roughly explored her soft flesh, tracing her teeth, clouding her mind. 

 

Biche accepted his tongue with difficulty and tightly wrapped her arms around his thick neck.

‘Is this really okay in Admiral Kisa’s castle?’ Belatedly conflicted, she turned her head slightly, and Muir frowned and gently bit her lower lip.

“Don’t think about anything else.”

As if the short warning wasn’t enough, he kneaded her chest over her clothes, then pinched the central peak just shy of pain.

“Eek…!”

Only after Biche let out a short cry did he release her lower lip and slowly raise his head. 

 

Biche looked up at Muir dazedly with half-lidded eyes. 

 

The sight of him licking his lips and exhaling heated breaths was intensely stimulating.

“Muir…”

Biche glanced at the firmly closed door and tightly gripped his collar.

“What if Admiral Kisa suddenly returns…?”

“Don’t worry.”

Muir didn’t withdraw the hand fondling Biche’s chest, continuing to tease the hardened peak over her clothes. 

 

Biche weakly twisted her waist and let out a moan.

“Don’t worry? But this is his castle…”

“The Admiral left on an expedition by the Captain’s orders. I heard he’ll be away from Ire Island for a while.”

He showered light kisses on Biche’s neck and whispered in a low voice.

“Are you thinking about the Admiral when I’m right here?”

“N-no… That’s not it…”

Biche turned her head away from his hot lips. 

 

But he nibbled on her neck and pressed his body against hers without a gap. 

 

The strength of his arms encircling her waist grew increasingly forceful, and the hand teasing her chest became more persistent.

“If not, then why aren’t you focusing?”

She glanced at the closed door, then tightly embraced Muir’s neck. 

 

She was ashamed to show him her flushed face.

“You were thinking about the Admiral again just now, weren’t you?”

Muir chuckled softly, rolling the erect peak under her clothes with his fingernail. His tone was clearly angry, yet a faint laughter laced its end. 

 

It was impossible to tell if he was pleased or angry.

“N-no…”

“Yes, you were. You glanced at the door again. You’re worried the Admiral might appear, aren’t you?”

“Well, he might suddenly return to the castle…”

“How long have you been like this?”

 

Along with the short question, a large hand suddenly slipped inside her thin clothes. 

 

The moment her chest was grasped by the rough hand, Biche instinctively twitched her waist.

Her trembling breast was painfully crushed in his large hand. 

 

He rubbed the hardened peak with his calloused fingertips and whispered.

“Don’t tell me you got like this thinking about Admiral Kisa?”

“Hng… N-no… That’s not it… Why would you say something so absurd…”

Biche twisted her waist from side to side and instinctively pressed her thighs together, applying pressure below. 

 

It was her nipples being teased, but it felt as if feathers were tickling deep inside her lower belly, an unbearable itch.

Muir stared intently at her, then without hesitation, lowered his hand. 

 

Her loose nightdress was stripped off before she could even resist.

Biche crossed her arms, desperately covering her chest, and curled up. 

 

She was ashamed that her flushed chest was exposed so defenselessly before his eyes. 

 

Muir stroked her stiffened back with his rough palm and laughed.

“Why are you so shy? We even took a bath together.”

“Back then… I was out of my mind from the pain…”

“Right, right.”

He replied nonchalantly, completely removing even her underwear, and wedged his hand between her tightly pressed thighs.

Biche gasped and reflexively clenched her thighs tighter, but Muir pushed his hand into her moist lower region unfazed.

“Muir…!”

“You’re wet. It can’t be that you’re already excited from barely anything… Are you really like this because you were thinking about Admiral Kisa?”

“Th-that’s not it. Why do you keep saying such nonsense…”

Biche shook her head frantically. 

 

It was upsetting and unfair to be misunderstood that her reaction was because of that terrifying Admiral Kisa.

“Then why are you already excited?”

“Muir, it’s you…”

The way his hand teasing her below grew increasingly persistent made it seem like he wanted a different answer. 

 

Biche desperately racked her brain and mumbled.

“Because you keep… touching me, so…”

 

“So it’s because of me.”

Muir, who had finally caught on, furrowed his brow with a strange expression.

“Then I guess I have to take responsibility.”

“Huh…?”

Startled by the unexpected words, she stared blankly at Muir. With a perfectly straight face, he grabbed her ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders.

“Muir, don’t…! What are you doing…?”

“You said you’re excited because of me.”

 

Biche had vaguely imagined being intimate with a man before. 

 

Until she realized Hildert looked down on her, she had thought she might have to serve him at night someday.

But even then, she had never once imagined such an explicit position. 

 

Her mind grew faint at the posture she had never even conceived of. 

 

She felt like she was going crazy from the fact that her pubic area was fully visible to Muir.

“Muir…”

“Is it better for me to see? You’re getting wetter.”

“Ah, please…”

Realizing she couldn’t win by force, Biche turned her head away with difficulty. She glanced up at Muir with blurry eyes. 

 

The moment she saw him staring fixedly between her wide-open legs, she hurriedly turned her head away.

“Muir, stop looking… Please…”

“This place is all red and twitching cutely. You should see it yourself.”

“Are you going to keep talking so vulgarly?”

“It’s all I learned in the pirate den.”

“…You’re such a pervert.”

Biche covered her face with both hands and mumbled in a faint voice. 

 

Seemingly displeased with her hiding her face, he lightly pinched her erect clitoris with his fingertips.

“Look up.”

“Hgk…!”

It was a place no one else’s hand had ever touched. 

 

Biche couldn’t withstand the sudden surge of stimulation and tightly gripped the bedsheet. 

 

It felt like stars were bursting before her eyes.

As if he wouldn’t give her a moment to process what this sensation even was, Muir twisted her clitoris gently and raised the corner of his mouth mischievously. Biche let out a sharp cry and trembled violently.

 

After enjoying her reaction while gently rubbing her clitoris, Muir slowly lowered his head. And he buried his face between her legs.

“Muir…!”

As his tongue slowly pushed into her slick wetness, Biche let out a short, startled scream.

“Don’t…”

She desperately struggled her feet and tried to push his head away, but she was no match for his strength.

As if intending to explore every inch of her tender flesh, he thrust his tongue deep inside and licked her inner walls thickly. 

 

Combined with her clitoris being pressed here and there by his high nose bridge, Biche felt like she was about to lose her mind any second.

“Stop…! Ugh, p-please…!”

“At this rate, the Admiral’s men will hear your screams and come rushing in.”

“Wait, t-talking while, down there… Ah, eek…!”

Biche frantically covered her mouth with both hands to stifle her cries. 

 

Muir, who had kept his eyes fixed on her face while licking her, slowly raised his head.

He wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand and smiled contentedly. 

 

Biche exhaled heated breaths and stared dazedly up at him.

‘Why is he so skilled? Is it because he serves Admiral Moose at night…? Is he used to this? Then, does that mean he did this for Admiral Moose too…?’

The moment jealousy quietly raised its head, he reached for her clitoris again without warning. 

 

This time, he rubbed her swollen clitoris roughly, urging her towards climax.

“Hgk…!”

Biche gripped the bedsheet tightly and let out rapid, panting moans.

“Muir, w-wait, please, ah…!”

The moment she arched her chest and reached her climax, Muir bent down and took a generous bite of her breast. 

 

After teasing her nipple with his canine teeth and greedily licking it with his tongue, he slowly withdrew his hand from her soaked lower region.

He carefully lowered Biche’s legs from his shoulders. And he stared down at Biche, who was moaning at her peak, and undid his trouser fastenings.

The faint sound of clothes dropping to the floor was heard. 

 

Coming slightly to her senses, Biche stared blankly at the fallen garments. She couldn’t bring herself to turn her head towards Muir.

“You should look at me.”

Muir chuckled softly, took her hand, and slowly guided it towards himself.

Startled by the hot feeling in her hand, she jerked her head up, and his veiny manhood came into view. 

 

The sight of it, slightly curved to the left and twitching, made her gasp involuntarily.

Biche looked back and forth between the enormous male member in her hand and Muir’s face. 

 

Muir, with a relaxed expression, placed her other hand over the first, wrapped them around himself, and moved them up and down slowly.

“What, is it unimpressive compared to Hildert’s? Don’t you like it?”

 

“Wh-what are you talking about… I’ve never seen anything like that man’s body.”

 

“But you must have attended to his baths at least.”

“Well, yes, but that man always wore a robe into the bath, eek… I couldn’t see his body… No, I didn’t even want to see it in the first place…”

“Is that so?”

He smiled contentedly and pressed down firmly on her thumb with his fingertip. Her stiff, tense fingertip trembled violently against the tip of his manhood.