Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 47: 18+

As the thick penis repeatedly carved a path within her, the colors around gradually faded, leaving only a white haze in her vision. The old bed creaked noisily with their moans.

"Ayra, uh, ah... ha!"

Hot breaths scattered over her nape, shoulders, and near her ears. Realizing that Janus was as thrilled by the pleasure as she was, Ayra shuddered. When Janus let go of her waist and grabbed the blanket, ripping it like paper, a chill ran down her spine. The veins on his forearm and the back of his hand by her face bulged and writhed.

However, that was momentary; as Janus caught hold of his penis, which was twitching lonely, and rubbed it, Ayra lost all sense of cognition. The sensation of her intellect fracturing into pieces was unbearably sweet. As had been done in the igloo, the rounded thumb and forefinger rubbed the glans.

The man's weapon-like object penetrated deeper than halfway, but the pain was faint. Just a few frictions escalated the pleasure rapidly until it finally burst through the dam.

Everything was swept away in that wave.

How many seconds, or minutes had passed? When her senses returned, Ayra was gasping for breath, her heart pounding loudly near her ears.

As she lay prone on the bed, catching her breath, the penis slowly withdrew. The bizarre sensation, as if her insides were being dragged out, made her body tremble involuntarily.

With just one slow breath, Janus managed his rough breathing. He reached out and laid Ayra down properly. The moment they faced each other, his usually pale grey eyes widened.

Janus's red eyes were more vividly blood-colored than usual, shimmering. Despite having just poured his passion into Ayra, his black pupils were filled with hunger. He stared at her for a long while before abruptly leaning over.

Ayra lay there blankly, gasping, thinking Janus was about to devour her whole. As her mouth fell open, his red tongue swept across the corner of her lips, then slithered in like a snake. He bared his sharp fangs and leaned closer, her white eyelids fluttering with tension.

Contrary to her fears, Janus kissed her instead of devouring her. It was a surprisingly tender and gentle kiss.

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"I'm, dying..."

As Ayra groaned and sighed, Janus heard her faint voice and responded. He had been leisurely observing the outside from the window. Did he want to stand naked at the window so confidently? His body must be something he was proud of. Yes, it really was...

Approaching the sprawled Ayra on the bed, Janus casually checked on her, then patted her shoulder as if to comfort her.

"It's okay, you're not dying."

It was not okay at all.

Until he kissed her, she thought it was a form of aftercare. But it wasn't. It wasn't aftercare but a prelude to another round.

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With a deceptively sweet kiss, Janus distracted Ayra and then quietly slid between her legs. While continuing to kiss her, he inevitably pushed that terrifying object back inside her.

The first time had melted her spine, but by the second and third time, it felt like her spine was crumbling. Yet, his technique was undeniably exquisite, allowing her to experience several moments of ecstasy.

The problem was the aftermath. Her body ached as if beaten, and her limbs barely functioned.

More disturbingly, she felt perpetually open behind, which made Ayra reach back in fear. Feeling around, she found it swollen, not open, unable to even fit a finger properly. While she was relieved, she regretted needlessly straining her muscles. Just reaching back had made her groan involuntarily.

'Could it be that I've lost stamina?'

Doubtful, she summoned the stat window and saw that indeed about 30 stamina points were gone. Her precious stamina of less than 1,000... Meanwhile, Janus boasted a steel-like 9,999,999 stamina without a hint of damage.

It was unbelievable. The truly frightening fact was that it seemed Janus had somewhat spared her at first.

While Ayra lay quietly recovering, Janus climbed onto the bed. He leaned against the bedside, then rolled up the blanket around Ayra like a cocoon and pulled her onto his body. Seemingly pleased from the sex, he hummed a tune and played with her disheveled silver hair. Yet, his Favorability remained at 3.

'He doesn't seem to give body credits.'

Slightly disappointed, Ayra let him play with her hair and rested her head against his firm chest. The rise and fall of his chest with each breath felt nice. However, she couldn't stand his off-tune humming and eventually commented.

"Tone-deaf..."

"Yeah, I definitely can't make a living as a minstrel."

Retorting, Janus playfully grabbed a handful of her shining silver hair and then let it fall smoothly. He stroked her forehead, revealing it completely, and then gently squeezed the now color-returned earlobe.

The strange touch felt oddly arousing in the post-coital languor. Ayra briefly tensed, wondering if he was initiating another round, but the touch seemed devoid of ulterior motives. She relaxed again and stared intently at Janus's face.

Just a handsome man's face. The forehead under the tousled red hair, the bridge of his nose, and the jawline were all straight and smooth. Plus, his skin was impeccably clear, as if he had never had a pimple in his life. The ruby-like eyes were somewhat chilling, but they were beautiful enough to be desirable.

While she admired his features, the fingers that had wandered on her forehead now descended to her cheek. Focusing on Ayra, Janus looked down with darker red eyes than usual, not quite the gaze of a doting lover. It was more akin to the look one might give to a favored possession.

'We did mesh quite well.'

Her body was tired, but it had definitely alleviated much stress and sexual tension. As much as Ayra had enjoyed it, or perhaps even more, Janus seemed to have been quite pleased with the preceding sex. A satisfied smile lingered on his lips.

"Um, I like it."

Janus murmured ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ as if rating her, then carefully studied Ayra's face and unraveled the rolled-up blanket like unwrapping a package. Satisfied at the sight of the bruised and bitten marks on her skin, he wrapped the blanket around her again when he noticed her shivering from the cold. His red eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're beautifully made in every way."

Anyone overhearing might have thought he truly adored his lover. It was the kind of affectionate compliment that would make anyone swoon if they didn’t know better. Ayra might have felt the same if she hadn’t seen the stats window.

His demeanor became increasingly honeyed with each meeting, yet his affection remained unchanged.

The learned affection from past lovers made Ayra feel somewhat displeased, reminding her that falling too hard for this man wasn’t wise. She steeled her resolve again.

Yet, his next words shook her resolve once more.

"When's your birthday?"

"My birthday?"

It seemed like the first time Janus had asked something about her. Puzzled if the sex had been that good, Ayra responded.

"It’s on the 23rd of the eighth month."

She hadn’t paid much attention to her birthday before, but now realized it wasn’t far off. Curious, Ayra asked him in return.

"Janus, when is your birthday?"

"I don’t know, can’t remember. I’ve never celebrated it."

After all, celebrating birthdays was a privilege in societies with some degree of prosperity. In a world where survival was difficult, most people didn’t keep track of their birthdays.

"Is there anything you’d want for your birthday?"

"I’d give you my body," she wanted to say but paused, pondering. Soon, things she desired began to come to mind. Yet, suddenly, Jinas’s advice to always present magic and behavior as beautifully as possible pushed aside those thoughts.

"Maybe 100,000 cells of mana stone... no, clothes... or maybe, a precious book...?"

Trying to buy his affection with modesty, Ayra answered and Janus chuckled.

"How about a magical beast?"

Ayra’s eyes darted around. Janus playfully pressed the tip of her nose with his finger, wearing a mischievous smile.

"Why so coy all of a sudden? You want a magical beast, right?"

Before she could respond, Janus continued as if reading her mind.

"I guess you want some rare and hard-to-capture magical beast to experiment on and dissect."

His perfect interpretation of a character who had spent 20 years researching magical beasts in a labyrinth before recently returning to the world was spot-on. Unable to deny it any longer, Ayra coughed and added,

"One with beautiful eyes."

"Ah ha, one with pretty eyes, huh? Alright, good."

Ayra had never been excited about a birthday, but hearing Janus’s response made her heart flutter in anticipation, much like a child waiting for Santa's gifts at Christmas.

She lay in Janus's arms until dusk, chatting about various things. Regardless of how much Janus liked her or she liked him, she felt genuinely at ease with him.

As they rested, her spent stamina recovered by about half. Feeling it was time to return to the lord’s castle, Ayra grunted as she got up. She picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, shaking them out and getting dressed, while Janus, still in bed, watched her.

"Shall we meet again tomorrow?"