Sea Monster Stew Chapter 34

 

“What if, Muir, there are more secrets you don’t know about…?”

 

Perhaps it was because of the kindness in his eyes. 

 

A small seed of courage began to sprout in her anxious heart. 

 

Biche tightly held his warm hand and cautiously continued.

“Even if there are more… stranger, more terrible secrets… will you still cherish me?”

 

Instead of answering, Muir gave a lopsided smile. 

 

His eyes were playful and warm, as usual. Biche glared at him, rubbing her reddened eyes.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re stating the obvious. It’s making me flustered.”

 

For a moment, her throat felt tight. Biche looked at Muir with a touched expression, then threw her arms tightly around his thick neck. 

 

Their shadows merged on the pile of cushions bathed in a soft, warm light.

 

Muir held her in his arms and spun around. 

 

As her upper body swung to the side, a soft cushion met her back. 

 

Biche narrowed her eyes at him as he leaned over her.

“You said you were tired.”

 

“You believed that?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then why did you stick to me like glue?”

 

His happy laughter filled the bedroom. 

 

His broad chest, right before her eyes, rose and fell gently.

“Did you think I was up to something?”

 

Muir’s sharp eyes crinkled as he smiled softly. 

 

His lips lightly touched her cheek and then quickly pulled away.

 

As he bowed his head deeply, his long, ash-gray hair cascaded softly over Biche’s shoulders. 

 

Feeling her heart pound *thump, thump*, she fiddled with his hair.

 

He gently brushed her dry lips with his rough fingertips. 

 

Laughter still danced in his eyes as they met hers.

 

His affectionate gaze was so ticklish that Biche stealthily covered her face with both hands.

“Stop looking.”

 

Without a word, he grinned and lightly kissed the back of her hand. 

 

The moment she pulled her hand away in surprise, his lips approached as if he had been waiting. 

 

Biche closed her eyes gently and accepted him.

 

Muir let out a faint breath, then gently bit her lower lip. 

 

A slight pain spread through her lips, and a hot tongue pushed through the parted seam.

 

“Mmm, ngh….”

 

It was a struggle just to accept the roughly intruding tongue. 

 

He ravaged the inner lining of her mouth as if intent on stealing her very breath.

 

She managed to pull her lips away slightly to catch her breath, but it was only for a moment. 

 

The grip of his hand holding her chin grew stronger.

 

This time, his thick tongue pushed deep inside. 

 

Muir stimulated her palate, pulling his body closer. 

 

He sharpened his tongue to scrape her tender mucosa, swallowing every small moan she let out.

 

When she grew breathless and struck his broad shoulder with her fist, he chuckled and slowly pulled his lips away. 

 

Biche glared into his amber eyes as she gasped for air. 

 

His laughter only grew louder.

 

“I love how messy your kisses are.”

He laughed, running his rough palm down her back.

“It’s proof you’ve never kissed that Vice Captain before.”

“Why do you keep bringing him up…?”

 

Muir seemed unable to let go of the fact that she had been treated as Hildert’s mistress. 

 

His name always came up whenever they were intimate.

“Stop talking about the Vice Captain. Would you like it if I kept bringing up Admiral Moose?”

“Sure. I’d love to see you jealous.”

 

Despite her pinching the hand that was groping her waist and scolding him, Muir just laughed playfully and covered her cheek with tiny kisses.

“You’re not a child…”

 

Biche swallowed a sigh and gave a quick peck to his approaching lips. 

 

He seemed surprised by her sudden initiative, his amber eyes slowly widening.

 

But it was brief. 

 

He let out a breathy laugh and swallowed her lips again. 

 

His hot tongue pushed past her lips once more.

 

Just as they tilted their heads and their tongues intertwined, she felt a large hand slip inside her top. 

 

Muir swept his rough fingers up her waistline and then grasped her breast over her underwear.

“Hhu…”

 

A thin string of saliva stretched between their parted lips. 

 

He gently kissed her panting neck, then bared his fangs and lightly bit into her soft skin.

 

Biche felt a slight pain and rounded her shoulders. 

 

He licked the teeth marks softly, then gently sucked. 

 

Only after a reddish-purple bruise formed did a satisfied smile appear on his lips.

 

Muir skillfully moved his hands and stripped off her clothes and underwear. 

 

Biche pouted as she watched the clothes drop one by one beside the cushion pile.

 

No matter how she looked at it, he was too skilled. 

 

Her heart ached as she imagined Muir undressing Admiral Moose.

“You just had a strange thought, didn’t you?”

 

Muir grabbed her arms, which were clumsily trying to cover her chest, and pulled them down with a grin. 

 

Biche stubbornly shook her head.

 

She didn’t want to admit she was jealous of Admiral Moose. 

 

The thought of dealing with him being even more insufferable was overwhelming enough.

“You’re being dishonest. You were just thinking about Moose.”

“…Moose?”

“No, I mean Admiral Moose…”

 

Biche frowned and shot him a look. 

 

She hadn’t expected him to refer to a high-ranking officer of the pirate fleet so casually by name. 

 

Had their relationship been more than just master and mistress?

“…Did you call the Admiral by her name?”

“Are you jealous now?”

 

He retorted cheekily, lightly rubbing her nipple with his fingertip. 

 

A ticklish sensation ran through her lower abdomen, but Biche bit her lower lip hard to keep a moan from escaping.

 

As if teasing her for her pride, Muir buried his face in her soft breast and slowly licked her nipple up.

“It was a slip of the tongue. I’m the one who’s bothered by the Vice Captain calling you by a pet name…”

Biche looked at him, bewildered by the sudden change of subject.

“Pet name?”

“Do you know how infuriating it is that the Vice Captain calls you “Biche”?”

“That’s not a pet name…”

She shook her head, pushing him away with difficulty as he suckled persistently on her breast.

“I couldn’t exactly live among pirates using my real name, so I started using “Biche” myself.”

“So, you’re saying it was a name for just any random guy to use.”

“Any random guy? No matter what I say, you always…”

“As long as the Vice Captain wasn’t special, it’s fine.”

 

He laughed contentedly and gently kissed her flat stomach.

“Then… how about “Arco”?”

“Huh…?”

“I’ve been thinking about it. For some reason, it bothers me to call you “Biche” like the Vice Captain does.”

 

He gave her no time to say whether she liked it or not. 

 

The moment he pressed down on her clit with his fingertip, a tingling pleasure spread throughout her body.

“Ngh…!”

 

Muir gently nibbled on her hardened nipple while slipping his fingers inside her. The slick arousal coated his fingers all the way down to his prominent knuckles.

 

He curled his fingers and slowly rubbed her inner walls, wet with excitement. 

 

A faint moan leaked through Biche’s tightly clenched teeth.

“How is it? Arco?”

“Hhu…”

“I like it.”

 

His pupils swirled with desire, but she couldn’t see the beastly, fierce glint in his eyes.

 

Biche shook her head, forcing back a moan. 

 

Misunderstanding her resistance, Muir let out a disappointed sigh.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, ngh, it’s not that…”

 

At that moment, a faint footstep was heard from beyond the firmly closed door.

 

*Thud, thud.* 

 

It was a faint sound, one you could barely hear unless you listened carefully. 

 

Muir glanced toward the door and whispered.

“Shh.”

 

‘Was it one of the Admiral’s subordinates or a servant nearby?’ Biche flinched in surprise and instinctively clung tightly to Muir’s shoulder.

 

The footsteps continued to linger near the door.

 

Just as she tensed up and curled in on herself, a thick finger once again stirred her insides.

“Guh…!”

 

Biche desperately held back a moan and punched his shoulder. 

 

But her eyes reddened from the unbearable pleasure. 

 

A teardrop gently formed at the corner of her eye.

 

She scratched his blood-streaked forearm, signaling him to stop, but it was useless. 

 

He kept moving his hand, stimulating her thick mucosa. 

 

As she grew breathless and her mind hazy, an intense pleasure struck her.

 

Her vision flashed white, his form blurring within it as she reached her climax. Her widely spread legs trembled violently.

 

Just then, the presence lurking outside the door seemed to vanish. 

 

Muir slowly withdrew his hand. 

 

Biche couldn’t move a finger, only gasping for rough breaths.

 

Her body was suddenly lifted. 

 

Muir picked up her limp form and began to walk. 

 

Biche leaned her head against his broad chest and slowly closed her eyes. 

 

She wanted to lie down on the soft bed and fall asleep like this.

 

The moment her back touched something hard and flat, her closed eyes flew open. 

 

It wasn’t the bed, but the surface of a wide desk. Muir sat her on the desk and grinned.

“Going to sleep already?”

 

He naturally slipped between her widely spread thighs. 

 

His firm flesh pressed firmly against her damp thighs. 

 

The moment she realized it was his manhood, thick and bulging with veins, all sleepiness fled.

 

Biche’s face was dazed, only her lips moving. 

 

‘He’s not really going to do it here…?’

“Where do you think you’re going?”

 

Muir grabbed the ankle of the girl trying to stealthily slide away and pulled her firmly toward him. 

 

His rigid erection rubbed warmly against her lower lips. 

 

The hard tip was already glistening with her slickness.