Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 29

"Surviving an avalanche and saving me, he must be more skilled than the average mercenary, right? ...Maybe?"

It's not without reason that the maze mages jokingly call themselves 'village bumpkins'. Most of them spend their lives comfortably within the confines of the maze, completely clueless about the common sense of the outside world. Even when dispatched outside the maze, the mages usually gather in small groups, create protective barriers, and simply hurl magic at beasts before returning.

Moreover, if this were a game, mages would typically be long-range dealers, merely glancing at knights or mercenaries from a distance. Their impression of physically trained individuals was limited to comments like, "Oh, look, the swordsmen are swinging shields and swords over there." "I heard a knight appeared in the East who killed a dragon single-handedly for the first time in a hundred years!"

"I wonder who would win if Bloom and Janus fought?"

With the freedom to wander about blindfolded, Ayra thought Janus might have the upper hand and then let out a not-so-sensual scream. Janus had bitten her again in the same spot. Pulling her hand away while frowning, Janus responded by planting a kiss right where he had bitten, pretending to be affectionate after bruising her hand with his bite.

"You seem quite at ease. I guess you're not enjoying this much yet? I'm sorry, I'll try harder."

"No, no...!"

Before she could shout that no effort was necessary, her mouth was sealed. As she instinctively tried to back away, Janus reached out to stop her. His hot palm cradled the back of her neck while his thumb gently pressed the joint of her jaw and kissed her.

"Mmm, hmm..."

Caught off guard, her mouth slightly opened, and a thick tongue pushed its way in. 'If his hands are large, and... his tongue too?' Ayra thought absentmindedly. She was about to bite down when a sudden increase in pressure made her fear the consequences, prompting her to obediently open her mouth wider.

Janus' tongue was even hotter than his hand. It entered once firmly, pushing her lips apart, then licked the opened edges of her mouth slickly. She had just opened up, but instead of a proper kiss, he licked her chin and cheeks.

'He's really like a dog.'

When she tilted her head to indicate that he should stop, Janus immediately followed and kissed her again. This time she kept her lips tightly shut, but the pressure on her jaw made it impossible to resist.

"Mmm, mmm..."

Ayra involuntarily furrowed her brow as her tongue was sucked. Janus' actions turned her moist lips and even damper tongue over several times, sucking them as if he was devouring the soft flesh and saliva in her mouth as one would eat the contents of a bowl. With each strong pull on her tongue and inner lips, a slurping sound echoed.

Could this really be considered a kiss?

He sucked on just the tip of her tongue repeatedly until, unable to stand it, she retreated, and then his tightly coiled tongue aggressively probed the tender area beneath her tongue. Reminiscent of penetration, this blatant movement overwhelmed her, and she tried to push his tongue out with her own, but he excitedly pushed deeper. Saliva accumulated in her mouth due to the stimulated glands and flowed into her throat.

She swallowed reflexively as warmth spread to her ears. This wasn't a kiss. It was an act of one-sided teasing and exploitation. No matter what he did, she had intended to remain calm and detached, but she couldn't manage it.

"Mm, wait, ju-just..."

She managed to speak as she turned her head, but her tongue was captured again. This time, he properly pressed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue inside. Muffled voices were absorbed into the deep kiss.

His tongue felt less like a part of a body and more like a firm, separate entity. Janus greedily explored her mouth, then gently rubbed the roof of her mouth with his tongue. As he circled and probed deeper, he eventually reached the tender flesh near her uvula, causing her to gag reflexively.

"..."

As she tried to pull away reflexively, Janus pressed her down with his whole body. Could a human's tongue really penetrate so deeply? But this question was fleeting as the hands that had been idly holding her waist began to move, leaving her unable to continue her coherent thoughts.

Janus smothered her breath while skillfully stroking her warming skin. When his fingers brushed against her, Ayra twitched, and noticing this, he returned to that spot to stroke it several more times.

It felt as if his heat was transferring to her.

Gradually, the cold was forgotten, and warmth blossomed under her pale skin. Her rigid posture relaxed, and pleasure spread as if she were swallowing his desires through her mouth.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remain indifferent to his touch.

His fingers teased her skin, finally discovering sensitive spots she hadn't known herself. Each slight scrape from her waist to her hips brought a tingling sensation, and her body twitched involuntarily. Muffled moans slipped out, and her head kept falling back.

After enduring such persistent and meticulous caresses, Ayra suddenly curled her thighs and grabbed the cape, trying to cover herself. Not missing this movement, Janus forcefully pulled the cape from her fingers.

"Is it a bit better now?"

Finally breaking the long kiss, Janus asked while pressing his lips to her swollen lips, cheeks, and flushed eyelids. She had tried several times to retrieve her cape, but having failed, Ayra bit her swollen lips and turned her head aside. Embarrassed yet simultaneously tingling with newly risen anticipation, her fingers trembled faintly. Not admitting it was her last bit of pride.

When he didn't get the answer he wanted, Janus paused his teasing touches and brushed her disheveled silver hair behind her ears. Then, like he had brushed back her hair, he slowly slid the cape over her shoulders.

As the cape that had been covering her body was removed, her naked form was starkly exposed. The area she most wanted to hide between her legs was already visibly aroused. Ayra hoped the trembling of her body was due to the cold. Surely it was because she was embarrassed to be mounted on his body with only shoes on...

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Janus' hand cradled her cheek. He seemed to like the soft, chilled texture of her earlobe as he fiddled with it for a while before slowly moving his hand down. Flushing with embarrassment, Ayra looked somewhere along the igloo's wall before eventually bowing her head again. Her grey eyes hidden under silver lashes shone with excitement and anticipation.

Without hesitation, Janus grasped her breast. Her body, lacking much flesh or muscle, made Ayra grimace in pain, so he immediately eased his grip.

His loosened fingers then circled her nipple and pressed it. Mischievously, he scraped the tip of his index finger over it several times until the nipple stood out prominently. Ayra's cheeks deepened to an even redder hue.

As his hand moved lower, her heart pounded more violently. Her mouth was dry, and her throat burned unnecessarily. Her genitals were starkly and vulnerably ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) exposed between her naturally spread thighs atop Janus' legs.

Suddenly, Janus spread his legs, which had been straight out, to either side. Something thrust up, bumping Ayra's buttocks with that surprising contact. As her crumbling posture stiffened, each thump of the heavy flesh against her buttocks made her legs twitch. Even though he had said he wouldn't penetrate, chills ran down her spine.

Janus' hand grazed her genitals while only caressing the inside of her thigh. Without a word, just trembling tensely, Ayra watched as he chuckled and then firmly grasped the inside of her pale thigh, leaving a handprint.

"Do all Solar people have such pretty pink genitals?"

"Why are you asking me...? Didn't you have several lovers?"

Her voice quivered as she retorted to his somewhat rude question. Janus' index finger had touched her glans. When he circled the urethral opening with his finger, her mind briefly clouded. Ayra barely swallowed a moan and continued her response.

"Were all your lovers women?"

"No, it's just that I never really focused on what's between the legs. Whether it's a man or a woman, the hole to shove it in is what matters, right?"

She didn't respond. At least, Ayra thought so. But when Janus scraped the most sensitive flesh near her urethral opening with his fingernail, her inability to respond became a non-response. In a moment of dizziness, her genitals, roamed by his fingers, tried to push him away, but Janus caught both her wrists in one swift motion.

"Ah! Don't, don't do that..."

"Don't do what? Like this?"

Janus again brought his fingernail to her glans. Moving as if to scratch, she flinched, and he pressed down.

"Or are you talking about doing this?"

This time, Janus held her glans between his index and thumb. Touching nothing else, just that area, he rolled it gently, igniting such a burning desire that she felt it swell up to her throat.

"Is it a bit better now?"

Unable to say anything, just breathing heavily, Ayra listened as Janus muttered that she probably didn't like it and moved his fingers again. This time, rubbing a bit harder than before, her sanity quickly crumbled. The hair on her nape stood on end.