Sea Monster Stew Chapter 66

“…There is a way you used to comfort me, though……”

Kisa’s right hand, which gently pulled mine toward him, was especially hot. 

 

Biche furrowed her brow sharply as soon as she saw his face, filled with anticipation.

“You’re having lewd thoughts again, you pervert.”

“I’m about to cry again; aren’t you going to comfort me?”

My captured hand touched Kisa’s face. 

 

Since his claim about tears welling up again wasn’t exactly false, my palm soon grew damp with moisture.

“…It seems Hildert is waiting for the optimal time.”

He blinked his reddened eyes slowly and then buried his face in the nape of her neck as if sulking.

“At the moment of my greatest happiness… he’ll try to snatch you away from before my eyes.”

“Kisa…”

“The deeper my feelings become, the more of a coward I turn into. It’s miserable.”

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“Well… I don’t think people would consider a man who cut his own wrists to escape Prison Island a coward.”

 

When Biche deliberately spoke playfully, Kisa lifted his head and forced the corners of his mouth upward.

 

“You think so too?”

 

“If you were truly cowardly, you wouldn’t have imprisoned me here, even risking getting your face scratched.”

“Haha, I can’t win a single argument against you.”

Kisa covered her cheek with small kisses and pulled her small body tightly into his embrace.

“I already miss how you trembled like a scared cat when you saw me on our first day reunited.”

 

“You’re vile…”

“I’m a pirate. Of course, I can only be vile and selfish.”

Kisa, who had been incessantly planting kisses on her cheek, curled the corners of his mouth in pleasure.

 

“So. How exactly are you going to comfort me?”

His hand, unable to wait even that brief moment, instantly slipped deep inside her clothes. 

 

His hand was large enough to cover her flat stomach completely, and the lower part of her breast lightly brushed against his fingertips.

The large hand swimming over her stomach quickly moved up to her chest. 

 

A faint pain throbbed from her breast, which fit snugly into his large palm. 

 

The bite marks he’d left that morning ached.

 

“It hurts…”

“This?”

As if he knew without looking, his rough fingertips slowly traced the bite marks he had made. 

 

The sensation was subtly ticklish, making her thighs instinctively clench together.

 

“When Hildert branded your back, you were lying face down on his bed, crying.”

“Huh… Y-you saw that?”

Was that right? The memory of shedding tears on Hildert’s spacious bed felt vivid, as if it had happened just yesterday. 

 

The shock and pain had left her out of her mind.

But she had no memory of anyone else seeing her in that disgraceful state.

“Could that memory be erased too…?”

 

“Probably. I erased all memories related to Muir.”

Kisa pulled her top up and off, nodding. 

 

The new clothes she had put on just minutes before fell one by one under the bed, and Biche was naked once again.

“When I saw you crying naked, I thought I’d go insane with jealousy…”

He pulled Biche close, pressing his weight onto her as he whispered.

“I thought he had finally raped you. But that wasn’t it.”

Biche unconsciously smirked within his warm embrace. 

 

Rape? The Hildert she knew was a man who would rather bite his own tongue than take a hybrid into his arms by force.

“That guy… he looks fine on the outside, but isn’t he actually… incapable down there?”

“…I guess. Maybe it’s because he’s over 500 years old.”

When she deliberately gave a playful retort, Kisa pressed his hot lips firmly against the nape of her neck and chuckled.

“That’s a lie.”

“What?”

“I lied because I was jealous of you thinking about him. He’s probably just over thirty.”

“I knew it!”

“But he’s still much older than you.”

The touch of Kisa’s hand on her breast began to grow increasingly blatant. 

 

He pinched her gradually hardening nipples with his fingertips and met her eyes.

“Surely a young guy like me is better than that old pervert, right?”

“…Honestly, you seem more like ‘the’ pervert.”

“So, do you hate it?”

Biche moved her lips, then answered by tightly wrapping her arms around his thick neck. 

 

She was too embarrassed to say, “If it’s you, anything is fine,” or “It seems you might have erased the memories, but you couldn’t erase the feelings themselves.”

Kisa chuckled softly and began slowly trailing kisses down from her neck. 

 

He moved over her collarbone, chest, stiffened nipples, and lower abdomen, lightly taking her soft skin into his mouth.

He kissed her with such devotion that it felt more like being worshipped than receiving sensual caresses.

Kisa settled comfortably between her legs and began planting small kisses on her inner thighs. 

 

Each time his short hair lightly brushed against her pubis, her knees twitched and shuddered.

 

“If this keeps up, it seems like I’m the one comforting you.”

He whispered in a playful voice, burying his face in her pubis.

“Mmm…!”

Instinctively, Biche grabbed a handful of Kisa’s hair. 

 

Even though she gripped it quite firmly, Kisa smiled pleasantly and began licking her pubis with even more persistence.

He carefully licked her swollen clitoris with his tongue, then gently sucked with his lips, as if drawing out sweet juice. 

 

Biche let out a sharp cry and gripped his hair even tighter.

The intensity of his tongue’s movements grew steadily more persistent, and from below, the sticky sound of him lapping up her fluids echoed thickly.

 

“Kisa, wait… I… there, it’s too… swollen…. Hahh!”

 

She reached her climax rapidly, without any chance to push him away. 

 

Her whole body felt drained from the intense pleasure, but it was true that her swollen clitoris was tingling.

He slowly raised his upper body, licked his lips wet with her juices, and stared intently at Biche’s face. 

 

Biche exhaled a hot breath and glared sharply at him.

“Stop touching it now…”

 

“Yes, my lady.”

Contrary to his obedient reply, a thick finger quickly invaded inside her. 

 

Biche gripped the pillow tightly and twisted her waist.

“Gah…!”

“Let me see if it’s swollen here too.”

“Ah… There…”

“It doesn’t seem particularly swollen…”

As he stroked her inner walls here and there, she could no longer form any coherent thoughts. 

 

The mix of faint pleasure and the sensation of intrusion made her vision flash white repeatedly.

“Wait, maybe it is swollen?”

 

He deliberately rubbed his fingertips over her thickly protruding inner wall and whispered playfully. 

 

He continued his pointless teasing, fully aware that it wasn’t actually swollen.

 

“Or maybe not. It doesn’t seem swollen after all…”

Her pubis, already slick from her first climax, began to pour out sticky fluids once more. 

 

Kisa, who had been stroking her inner walls, took advantage of Biche’s dazed expression to add a second finger.

“It seems there’s another spot our young lady particularly enjoys. Hmm?”

“Mmm, ngh…!”

“Is it here?”

The moment his fingertip rubbed a spot deep inside her, Biche’s eyes flew open, and a high-pitched moan escaped her lips at the same time.

“Found it.”

“You’re really, a per-pervert, uh…!”

 

“Yep. I am a pervert.”

“Ah, hahh!”

“Hildert can be the old man, and I’ll be the pervert.”

 

Kisa smiled like a despicable pirate and began rapidly rubbing the spot he had just found. 

 

Every time Biche’s back arched violently in passion, he tormented that spot even more obsessively.

 

Just as Biche’s moans were escalating toward a peak—the moment right before her climax—he abruptly pulled his fingers out. 

 

It was precisely the moment her body was shuddering as if sobbing.

Almost simultaneously with the sound of clothing falling to the floor, a hot, intrusive sensation pushed into her slightly parted pubis. 

 

His manhood began to fill her completely inside.

 

“Ki, Kisa…”

“Haa… Just a moment. Okay? Try to relax a little.”

The moment he whispered in an affectionate voice, her eyes caught the half of an apple lying alone in the corner of the bed. 

 

It was the very apple Admiral Moose had thrown to Kisa. 

 

The very apple he had thrown as a warning, saying Biche’s heart could end up like this at any time.

Just a little while ago, it was Kisa who had been crying like a child. 

 

Now, tears began to fall drop by drop from her eyes. 

 

She had cried many times during their encounters before, but Biche had never shed quiet tears like this, silently dripping down.

Kisa, slightly flustered, kissed the corner of her eye.

“Why are you crying?”

*Sob*

“Is it really because it hurts? It didn’t seem swollen.”

“I don’t know. I’m just… scared…”

“Of me?”

 

Biche shook her head silently and hugged his neck tightly. 

 

She finally understood how Kisa had felt earlier, when he had suddenly cried like a child. 

 

In the midst of deep affection, when her heart felt most full, when she was happier than ever—she was terrified that she might suddenly face a meaningless death.