How a Hero Lives as a Writer

80 – Bright and the Sage’s Time (2)

I put Theresa on the bed and climbed on top of her to look down at her.

Theresa looked at me with trembling eyes, then turned her head to the side.

Contrary to her appearance, her hair is innocent.

So I guess you didn’t intend to act like you were stimulating this man’s lust.

He’s a great guy.

Isn’t this a holy woman, not a holy woman?

Sure.

I reached for the hood that was on Theresa’s head.

Then Theresa began to shrink her body even more.

Rumble.

Because of the movement, a picture was drawn that made her full breasts stand out even more.

If this wasn’t intentional, I think it’s really a natural talent.

I removed the hood from Theresa’s head.

… She is also beautiful enough to be called a saint for her appearance.

I couldn’t help but stare at Theresa in a moment of fascination.

There is a woman beneath me who seems to have sculpted the concept of beauty.

In such a situation, since I drank energy pills, it was not easy to maintain my reason.

If someone pushed me on the back, I would cross the line.

It was Teresa herself who, ironically, stimulated my lust, who held on to my weak will.

“Hey, it’s soggy….”

Theresa groaned, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes, imagining the nightmare that lay ahead.

Looking at that immature figure, I remembered the story of Reina and her the same age, and prevented me from crossing the last line.

Irritability was born, and cold sweat broke out on my body.

Her breathing began to get rougher, and her hand, which had reached for Theresa, hovered in the air as she lost her destination.

But she didn’t notice my immaturity because Theresa had her eyes tightly closed.

Whoa.

After she let out a sigh of relief, I laid on Theresa’s body.

“Ugh!”

Teresa trembled slightly, shrinking her body as if she had come.

A little while ago, she would have been in a situation where she couldn’t move because of guilt….

Sure.

Without hesitation, I reached her hand over her shoulder to Theresa, and began to undress her.

Drunken with incense.

If I were to summarize my current situation, I think I could express it that way.

Teresa drank the same aphrodisiac as I did, and her body was sweating and expelling her strong body scent.

I was intoxicated by the scent and couldn’t keep my senses.

Her platinum hair reminded me of ripe ears of barley swaying in the wind.

But her body smelled of spring instead of autumn.

The scent makes her lose her temper.

Ah, I see.

Is this the feeling you felt when the main couple in A Lady in the Autumn Field made love in the barley field?

I think I can now fully understand the description that even though it is a barley field in autumn, it smells strangely of spring.

Teresa’s body exuded the scent of spring, more fragrant than any other flower.

Yes, it is worth forgetting the conflict of parental opposition that the indecisive main character was terribly worried about.

If you keep your senses despite being intoxicated by this scent, it probably means that you have a problem with your s*xual function, not that you have a strong will.

This was a matter of will, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

As described in the autumn field, I played with my hands in an unknown flow of my own will or not.

Like a bee trying to open a flower bud that has not yet opened to take honey, it peels off her cumbersome petals one by one.

Occasionally I felt faint resistance, but I didn’t stop.

Finally, the flower buds covering her body fully bloomed.

The scent of spring that had been hidden in the flower buds suddenly came out.

I pushed my face into the epicenter of the spring.

“Huh, ha ha, ha ha….”

Teresa let out a hot sigh, like someone suffering from a fever.

That sound started to eat away at my sanity.

I started teasing her body that I didn’t have to touch.

“Wow!”

As if she hadn’t expected me to come out like this, Teresa let out an embarrassed moan.

But there was a faint heat mingled with that groan.

Ah… Her head goes blank

The sound of a heartbeat that was about to burst engulfed my ears.

With the exception of Teresa’s occasional moans, no sound can be heard.

She felt the same tinnitus attacking her brain as she felt when shooting live bullets without earplugs.

“Haaa… Ha ha… Ha….”

Theresa’s mouth opened slightly as if she was just enduring her pain.

And through that gap, they began to sing a song to attract males.

Intoxicated by her siren-like song, I fell into the sea named Teresa.

However, the sea was warm and sweet, not cold and salty.

It’s just bodily fluid, but it’s more stimulating sweetness than honey.

I want to get drunk on this sweetness a little longer.

I licked her body as the desire led me.

“Haaa… It’s okay, it’s okay!”

It wasn’t very strong, but Teresa’s resistance, which had been faintly pushing me away, gradually weakened.

No, rather, as if to stimulate my lust, I began to let out a sweeter voice than before.

Stimulated by that voice, I tried to play her hand even more, and Theresa responded.

Awkward.

Theresa’s arms gripped her around my back, preventing her from moving.

If you can’t push me away, does that mean you’ll bind me so I can’t move?

Teresa has already let go of her reason, and even if I asked her to let go, she wouldn’t listen.

I had no choice but to do what I could with limited mobility.

It felt like searching for treasure while submerged in the sea where it was hard to breathe.

“Wow! Whoops!”

Since my body was currently restrained by both arms, my body movements were relatively limited compared to before.

So, even though the stimulation must have been much less than before, a truly obscene moan flowed from Teresa’s mouth.

Why… ?

I wondered what was going on, so I decided to stop moving and check Theresa.

Sure.

Swoop.

As I suppressed my instincts and pulled out the reason that had been turned off with one side of my brain, the parts I had missed began to be recognized one by one.

… Two hard buoys were floating in the sea.

When the two buoys sank in the sea or were washed away by the waves, the siren sang a sweet song to attract men.

Has the country been using ships to placate itself….

Teresa doesn’t appear to be very knowledgeable s*xually.

So this must be the realm of instinct.

Once I recognized that, my consciousness went to other parts as well.

It was Teresa’s leg.

Teresa wrapped around my right leg, twisting like a snake, creating waves around her body.

At first, it just seemed like a small entanglement trying to run away from the unfamiliar stimulus that I felt for the first time.

But it wasn’t.

Teresa was instinctively seeking greater stimulation.

I feel so engrossed that I don’t even notice that I’m being observed because I’m completely drunk with fever.

Ah… Aren’t you cute?

Can a human being who was faintly annoyed just by looking at his face become so lovable on the bed?

I felt like I finally fully understood the story that rice cake making is scary.

I continued to stimulate her body in a more vulgar and obscene way.

Until now, the work was to leave traces of me on her body.

That’s the only way to fool the church’s staff.

But not from now on.

I want to enjoy the other side of this woman.

I want to see how things change because of me.

Following that urge, I began to play with her hands, looking for her weakness.

“Haaa… Ha ha….”

My mouth opened slightly, and a sweet sound penetrated my ears.

This meant that the point I was aiming for was not her weakness.

“Haa… Happ!”

Theresa groaned and wriggled her body.

This meant that it was quite stimulating.

I found it.

I decided to persistently bully Theresa’s weakness.

Then an unexpected reaction came back.

Kwadeuk.

She bit my shoulder because I had been cowed by her fear until now.

Teresa’s action was as if she was enduring something about to explode.

… Sick.

The pain that started in my shoulder pierces my brain like lightning.

I feel like blood will flow from my shoulders if I apply a little more force.

But rather, the pain pushed my back even more.

It felt like the rough blood flow that started in my heart intensified with the pain in my shoulder.

Then the clear reason started to blur.

Intoxicated with the heat that started in my chest again, I moved as my instincts led me.

The pain in my shoulder got stronger and stronger, but I couldn’t even recognize it.

The moment finally arrived.

Kwaddeuk!

My trapezius muscle was bitten off.

The leather on his back was torn with his fingernails.

A sharp pain that turned white in front of my eyes pierced my brain, and the blood flow that had been extending throughout my body began to focus on my shoulders and back.

Puffed up.

Fortunately, the pain did not last long.

Because Teresa, who had been grabbing me and biting and scratching me, lost strength in her body, and her arm fell onto the bed.

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Only then did I get up from Teresa’s arms and check my condition.

… It was bloodshed.

Blood is flowing from his back and shoulders.

I tried to make fun of Theresa, asking if it was revenge for last night, but when I saw Theresa’s expression, I had no choice but to shut her mouth.

Because she was drooling from her mouth with a completely bewildered look on her face.

Sometimes the body wriggles as if it had convulsions, so it seems to be alive….

As I was thinking about that, I felt somehow warm in my right leg.

Hmm… ?

……

…

“Hey, hehehe…” .”

As the heat cooled, Teresa regained her sanity, and she began to sob as if she were a victim of s*xual violence.

Because of this, I feel like I’ve become an asshole, and the aftertaste is bitter.

I am the one who wants to cry.

Because the bitten trapezius muscle and the scratched back were sore.

I used divine power on my shoulders and back and glared at Teresa who was whimpering.

Then, realizing the horrors she had committed, Teresa averted her gaze.

“Was it boring enough?”

“… Awesome!”

Theresa dyed her face red and pulled the covers over her.

“I can’t live without being hurt, right? I was bitten last time, so I’m bitten too… Is that so?”

Mumble.

Teresa seems to have made some excuse while wrapped in a blanket.

But the sound was so low that I couldn’t hear it very well.

“You’re ashamed for not being a dick.”

As I spat out harsh words, Theresa poked her head through the gap in the covers.

“A nasty person….”

How are you?

“Unlike your body, your hair is very innocent, Teresa.”

“Well, what do you mean?”

“That’s stupid.”

“Wow!”

What do you do when you get so hot?

Actually, it’s Facton that’s stupid.

I sighed and pointed at my junior, who is still assertive.

Then Theresa turned her gaze away, blushing.

“Keep doing that. Because I am also embarrassed.”

The last time I did it in a pond, so I could pretend there was no trace.

But this time, there were clearly traces of such and such acts in bed.

But wouldn’t it be strange if it didn’t leave the biggest trace of an affair?

So this is inevitable.

Whew….

I don’t know what the f*ck is this.

I’d rather do it for real, less embarrassing and less unfair.

I sighed and decided to leave a trace of love affair.

It was quite an embarrassing time, probably because it was after the heat had cooled.