Chapter 33.2

[19] (EP-33.2) Pride Of The Beast #2

033 – Pride Of The Beast #2

At my words, Elga frowned and blushed. Probably because she had the vag¡na that I was talking about.

It was only after a while did her frown disappear.

Kkwaak.

Elga suddenly gripped the hilt of my sword, making me lean forward. It was more appropriate to call her action a rough touch rather than a caress.

“Ugh...!”

Then, seeing me like that, Elga burst into laughter.

“No matter how hard it is, it’s still a weakness. What’s so manly about this?”

Daɱn it! I was starting to get frustrated!

Right, fųck it, no matter what happened, I would definitely feed Elga my hotdog.

However, as I had no experience in this kind of stuff, I didn’t know how to entice Elga into doing so.

I knew what the ingredients (Me and Elga) and the result (Fella†io) were. But what about the cooking process in the middle?

“You’re weak!”

Seuk, seuk.

Elga’s hand then slowly stroked my dicƙ from top to bottom.

Even though I hadn’t told her, she seemed to already know how to make men happy. Was it instinct?

Seuk, seuk. Seuk.

Of course, her movement was very clumsy.

The timing and speed didn’t match. Wouldn’t it take me more than an hour to shoot if things continued like this?

On the other hand, Elga was squatting in front of me while jacƙing me off.

Meanwhile, I was sitting on the bed and looking down at her.

This exciting view was enough of a reward for the injustice and sorrow that I had suffered.

Oddly enough, I felt a sense of conquest as a man. Perhaps, this was also instinct?

Seukseuk, seuk-.

Still moving her hand up and down slowly, Elga then said.

“If I continue with this, you’re going to do ‘it’, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“... You know what I mean. Guys would eject white fluid when they feel good, kinda like peeing? You’re going to do that too, right?”

“Something like that.”

Elga had some of her own s£xual knowledge.

Well, the curious Elga probably looked it up in a book or observed the prisoners of war.

However, knowledge without actual practice would often result in clumsiness.

Right now, Elga was exactly like that.

The former was a last resort, and the latter was probably the best option. Thus, I decided to trust my level 8 Actor and pretended to be calm.

“As expected, it seems that it’s still too early for Elga-nim...”

“What?”

“Let’s stop here and bury what happened today. We should just act like nothing happened.”

Seuk.

I put on my pants and got up from my seat.

“What are you doing now!?”

Elga shouted as if embarrassed by my actions, yet she didn’t restrain or stop me. Passing by Elga, I deliberately headed towards the doorway, one step at a time.

Creak.

Creak.

Creak.

Due to the excessively slow pace, the wooden floor started creaking loudly.

Then, I turned the doorknob in front of me so slowly that it could be considered to have been frozen in time.

Girik, girik, girik.

.......

Why weren’t you stopping me?

Was it too much of a gamble?

Could this really be the end?

“... Goodbye, Elga-nim.”

I said my farewell to Elga before fully turning the doorknob.

“.......”

I could only hear Elga’s heavy breathing from behind. But I didn’t know what kind of expression she was making.

“I’m really going...”

“.......”

“With this, I could no longer meet Elga-nim alone...”

“Hey, you, are you running away now!?”

Uttuk.

My hand stopped at Elga’s roar. I felt like laughing out loud, but thanks to the power of the level 8 Actor, I was able to endure it somehow.

“Me? Wasn’t it Elga-nim who ran away?”

“... When, when have I done that? How dare a coward try to stigmatize me as a fugitive!?”

Turning my head, I saw a red-faced Elga glaring at me.

She looked adorable right now.

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