Blood Moon Rising Over The Plains - Chapter 3: Language (3) (M)

“Ah!”

“[Good. It clings to my hand.]”

The hot spring water, guided by the man’s hand, poured over her skin. At the same time, the tingling pleasure from his hands, which were now firmly grasping and teasing her breasts, made her body tremble involuntarily.

Her breasts, bobbing on the surface of the hot spring, were kneaded and fondled by his hands. The hardened peaks at the center were caught and pinched between his fingers, sending jolts of sensation through her body.

I averted my gaze from my trembling chest, which was being shamelessly toyed with. Straddling him and being subjected to such indecency—it was becoming too much to bear.

Something firm, buried between the cleft of my buttocks, began to slowly rub against my skin.

“…Ngh.”

Being used like a mere toy without even proper penetration was even more humiliating. If I were gasping and out of my mind, at least I wouldn’t have the presence of mind to think about it—but lately, this man’s foreplay seemed to drag on endlessly.

The peaks of my chest, which had been pinched, were now being tugged and pulled. Letting out a faint moan, I had no choice but to weakly surrender both of my breasts to him.

“[You’re going to overflow with milk at this rate,]” he muttered, lowering his head to take a breast into his mouth.

“Mmm….”

I flinched, my body trembling as I instinctively grabbed onto his hair as if it were a lifeline. Leaning against his back, I exhaled hot, shallow breaths.

My sensitive breast, now nestled in his mouth, was wrapped in his tongue and suckled. Unable to push him away, I shivered helplessly under the bittersweet pleasure coursing through me.

The now overly sensitive peak was lightly bitten, the sensation of his teeth nibbling and grinding making me feel as though I were nothing more than prey.

My body was already burning, but his mouth was even hotter, leaving me feeling as though I might melt completely. It reminded me of the last time, when his tongue had been on my most private spot—his mouth always felt overwhelming.

The soothing warmth of the hot spring had relaxed my body, making me far more receptive to every sensation. That relaxation only seemed to amplify the waves of stimulation he brought upon me.

“Ah… nghhh…”

The sound I made was different from my usual coquettish moans. It was more like a weak, aching whimper, and the sheer shame of it made me bite my lips several times. But it didn’t last—soon enough, I was letting out more helpless sounds.

The man’s back straightened beneath me, pulling my body upright along with him. My chest, which had been in his mouth, was released, now exposed to the cool air.

“Hah…”

A sweet moan slipped from my lips.

“[…Well, I didn’t expect to feel so resentful toward the brat who’ll get to nurse from these,]” he muttered.

His gaze rose above me, as though looking past me entirely.

Then, the hands that had been focused on kneading my breasts slipped beneath the surface of the hot spring, cupping the soft mound of my lower body.

“…!”

I squirmed desperately in the man’s arms, trying to get away. The heat pooling below was driving me to the brink of madness. Just a few hours ago, I’d been shivering in unbearable cold, but now my thoughts had flipped so drastically it felt almost deceitful.

“[It’d be nice if this was just as smooth too, wouldn’t it?]”

The man’s hands showed no signs of stopping as they delved deeper into my most sensitive area. After my chest, the next place he invaded was completely at the mercy of his relentless fingers.

The water in front of me rippled visibly with each movement, betraying what was happening beneath the surface. Just seeing it made my cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment.

“Ngh… uh, ahh…”

I bit my lips, trying in vain to stifle my moans.

Noticing my attempt, the man leaned in, parting my trembling lips with his tongue, which swept inside as if claiming familiar territory.

He softly entangled his tongue with mine, gently sucking as if to soothe me. The kiss was oddly comforting, yet the rough fingers stabbing deep into my inner walls below were anything but.

The fully spread petals of my heated core, submerged in the hot spring, felt as though they might cook through from the intense heat. The man’s fingers delved deeper into the slick flesh, teasing the sensitive upper part with a light scraping motion.

A jolt of electric pleasure coursed through me, completely taking over my body. My muscles tensed involuntarily, and my inner walls clenched around his fingers in trembling spasms.

My back arched as I lost all strength, and I began to collapse weakly into the water. But the man’s strong arms wrapped firmly around me, holding me up.

In one smooth motion, he lifted my body.

Thrust!

The molten core of my inner walls, already softened and slick, was suddenly filled with his length, plunging deep inside. The slippery warmth of the spring water mixed with the burning heat of his intrusion as his rigid shaft slid against every inch of my inner walls.

“Ah! It’s so—hot… ngh, wait, just a moment…!”

Splash!

The hot spring water splashed violently, sending ripples everywhere. Overwhelmed by the intense heat enveloping my body, tears began to well up and roll down my cheeks.

“Ngh… ah!”

The heat radiating from my lower body spread throughout my entire being, making me feel lightheaded, as though I were on the verge of melting.

Splash!

Suddenly, my body was flipped over. With a thud, something firm pressed against my back, momentarily making me lose my balance. I instinctively reached out, bracing myself by placing my arms on the rocks surrounding the hot spring to steady my swaying body.

Thrust!

My now lighter body jerked violently, jolted by his powerful movements. For a brief moment, my toes pressed against the pebbles beneath me, but I soon found my lower body floating weightlessly in the water.

“Hah… ahh… ngh!”

Each time he drove himself into me, his body colliding with mine, the water surged and splashed with force. Waves rippled across the surface of the spring, making my hair fan out in wide strands atop the water.

“[Hahh… huh…]”

The man’s thrusts grew faster, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the air. His firm lower abdomen collided with my soft, round backside, sending jolts through my body with each impact.

“Hiik… ngh… ahhh!”

My waist was pulled sharply toward him. There wasn’t even space left for him to go deeper, yet it felt as though he was trying to force in something that didn’t exist, making my body tremble in shallow spasms.

Tap—

“—!”

Something cold touched my feverishly heated back, sharp enough to momentarily trick me into thinking it was painful. Startled, I bolted upright.

The sudden movement, combined with my dazed state, sent a wave of dizziness crashing over me, leaving me swaying as I struggled to regain my balance.

“[Honestly, with such little stamina…],” the man muttered, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.

His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me up and holding me firmly against his broad chest. I leaned into him, using his solid frame as support, my eyes drifting up to the vast night sky above.

Tap—

Once again, something cold landed, this time on the tip of my nose. Blinking in surprise, I noticed how the countless stars had disappeared, hidden behind the clouds, as white flakes began to scatter gently from above.

“Hahh…”

My weakened body floated weightlessly in the water. As I rose, my hair, which had clung to me earlier, spread out in disarray across the surface of the hot spring. The cool air brushed against my exposed face, slowly drawing away some of the lingering heat.

The snowflakes, which had fallen sparsely at first, began to multiply, their descent growing heavier. Moments ago, this very snow had been the culprit behind my shivers and discomfort, yet now, submerged in the steaming hot spring, the flakes looked like delicate flower petals fluttering gently from the sky.

I had arrived in this place during the final days of summer, and now it was the depths of winter. This was the first time I had truly taken in the sights of this land in winter.

What would spring here look like? And summer? Autumn? How much had I missed? How many sights had I not been able to witness?

Srrr—

The winter breeze rustled through the coniferous trees, creating a soft, natural melody. From somewhere nearby came the faint sound of an animal rustling in the underbrush.

A single flake of snow traced a gentle curve through the moonlit sky before landing softly on my forehead.

Ah, what a beautiful sky.

It was just like that night—the sky was so clear and pure, bathed in the moon’s light.

That night too, a large full moon had risen high in the sky. The only difference was that this moon wasn’t painted red as it had been then.

* * *

Their tent was small, like a simple shelter, yet it didn’t waver in the fierce, swirling winds. Well, considering the additional wooden reinforcements, if this tent were to shake, it must mean that the wind outside was catastrophic.

“Noah, display the language patch screen.”

As if waiting for my command, a wide screen rose into view, filling my field of vision. Numerous lines of text appeared on it.

<Results detected: Middle Chinese (中古漢語). Unable to connect to 16G network. Attempting manual language patch. (Current progress: 42%)>

<Results detected: Middle Mongolian. Unable to connect to 16G network. Attempting manual language patch. (Current progress: 7%)>

<When performing a manual language patch, the system downloads data by recognizing the surrounding language, which may take some time. A network connection is recommended.>

…It had increased. And the progress for the newly added language, Mongolian, was already at 7%. Additionally, since two languages were being downloaded simultaneously, what should have been at least 50% for Chinese had only reached 42%.

“…Where did it pick up Mongolian?”

Occasionally, I’d noticed sounds in their speech that didn’t match the pronunciation of Chinese. I’d assumed it was just dialects or parts of Chinese I didn’t know, but judging from this, it seemed they used two distinct languages.

Of course, these people weren’t locals speaking Chinese. Although they were currently here as invaders, their usual home must have been somewhere in the Mongolian region. In that sense, it was less surprising that they spoke both languages.

Staring at the hologram quietly, I manipulated one of the prompts.

<Would you like to begin downloading Middle Chinese (中古漢語)? Current progress is at 42.37%, resulting in partial gaps in understanding.>

“Start.”

<Download initiated. Estimated language patch time: 172 hours, 24 minutes, and 35 seconds.>

<No linkable sleep capsule detected. A sleep capsule is recommended for faster language patching.>

Using a sleep capsule would have finished the download in mere minutes, but without exceeding the brain’s capacity, manual patching would take over seven days.

Still, with 42% completed, I could understand nearly half the language. For the rest, I could learn gradually through observation and inference. If the Mongolian patch progress increased during my time here, I’d download that as well.

I closed the hologram and moved on to the next task. There was a mountain of things to deal with while the man was away. Ever since I escaped last time, he’d stuck to me like glue, leaving me no time alone. Naturally, that meant I hadn’t been able to call Noah during that period either.

“Gravity shoes settings.”

<Gravity Shoes 00NE_00957 status: Battery 100%. No damage detected. Current appearance: Ugly Shoes. Color: White.>

“Change appearance.”

<419 compatible designs detected. Please specify search criteria.>

“No laces, no designs, fully enclosing the foot.”

<18 designs match your criteria.>

Narrowing down the options to plain, fully enclosed designs significantly reduced the list. I scrolled through the options with my eyes, examining each design.