Chapter 154: Taking Advantage Of Wounded [+18]

Ka’z sipped the warm chicken soup from the wooden spoon and let out a satisfied sigh as he leaned against the hay bed behind him.

His entire body still felt sore from the five days he had spent cultivating without moving, and even after reaching the Silver Core Realm, the exhaustion had not completely disappeared. The food helped considerably.

Za’r sat beside him with a small bowl resting in her hands, smiling as she tore a piece of chicken into smaller pieces before scooping it up with some of the broth and bringing it toward his mouth. Ka’z opened his mouth without complaint and ate, a small smile appearing on his face as the warmth settled in his stomach.

"So how is the work going?" Ka’z asked after swallowing.

Ru’k immediately threw up one hand and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, his chest puffing out with pride. "We finished yesterday."

"Good." Ka’z nodded with a pleased smile.

For a moment, everything seemed fine. The village clearing had been prepared, the artisans were already teaching the kobolds different construction techniques, and the first major stage of their settlement was finally complete. Ka’z should have been satisfied.

His smile lasted only a few seconds before disappearing.

His expression slowly tightened into a frown, and the change was obvious enough that everyone around him noticed. Tu’ka tilted his head curiously while Kurg watched him more carefully.

"What?" Tu’ka asked.

Ka’z shook his head as though trying to push the thought away. He rubbed his forehead and leaned farther against the hay.

"Are you having a headache?" Za’r asked immediately, her voice softening with concern.

Ka’z slowly shook his head. "That’s not the case. I just remembered something very important." He offered her a weak smile before shifting his attention toward Ru’k, Tu’ka and Kurg.

"The major reason a small group of ten warriors and myself were able to defeat the Ashmork is because we cut off their food source," Ka’z admitted.

Buzz!

The three kobolds exchanged confused glances. None of them immediately understood why Ka’z had suddenly brought up the battle while they were discussing the construction of the village.

"What happened, and how does this concern the building work?" Kurg asked.

Ka’z chuckled at their confusion. "The eastern part of our Evergreen Forest is filled with iron ore, so their ground isn’t very fertile. That forced the Ashmork Clan to farm beside the stream where the soil was actually suitable for growing crops. That was the only major flaw they possessed."

"How so?" Tu’ka asked, his curiosity immediately taking over.

Ka’z shifted his attention toward him. "Ashmork had large walls, so anyone attacking them directly had to be prepared to die or at least lose a lot of people. So I did the next best thing. We raided their farms and destroyed the barns there. That same night, I snuck into the village alone, destroyed their main barn and set their livestock free, effectively leaving them with almost nothing except whatever scraps they had stored away."

He chuckled lightly and slowly shook his head as he remembered how simple the idea had seemed at the time.

"It was because of that they had to leave their walls and venture into the forest in search of livestock. That allowed me and my team to slaughter over seventy five of them in one day. By the time we attacked the village, they were already severely lacking men, so it was rather easy to put them down."

Buzz!

Kurg, Ru’k and Tu’ka visibly shuddered at his words. They had heard about the battle and knew that Ashmork had suffered enormous casualties, but hearing Ka’z calmly explain how he had deliberately manipulated their food supply to force them into the forest made the entire victory seem much more calculated.

Ka’z noticed their expressions but continued.

"My point is that we need to make a village that is self sufficient. One that can farm within its walls and maintain enough water to survive even if an enemy surrounds us. So our next project should be digging a well connected to the underground water and from there, drawing channels around our village so we can supply the farms inside the walls."

He paused and glanced toward the ceiling as he imagined how the system would eventually function.

"If the Ashmork Clan had something like that, we would have been helpless. We would have been forced to attack them head on, and if that happened, I’m not sure we would have won."

The room became quiet. This time, nobody argued.

Until now, they had thought of the village primarily in terms of houses, walls and places for people to live. Ka’z was thinking about something much larger. He wasn’t simply trying to build a comfortable settlement. He was trying to make sure that an enemy could not defeat them by attacking one critical resource.

Kurg nodded firmly. "You’re right. If we depend on the stream outside the walls, anyone who controls the surrounding land can control our water."

"And if our farms are outside the walls, they can burn them," Tu’ka added.

"Exactly," Ka’z replied.

He leaned backward and released a long breath. The conversation had reminded him of something else as well. Every time he closed his eyes, he could still see Ashmork.

He could still remember the fighting, the screams, the flames and the bodies scattered across the ground. He had won, but victory had not erased what he had witnessed.

Even now, sleeping deeply was uncomfortable because his mind seemed determined to drag him back to those moments whenever he became still for too long.

Huff!

Ka’z exhaled loudly and stared at the ceiling.

He wanted to move forward. The village was supposed to be the beginning of that new life.

"With our magic, we can complete the well quickly," Ru’k said as he rose to his feet. "So what else do we need to do after that?"

Ka’z lowered his gaze toward him. "You already know the boundary of our village. Building the walls with watchtowers should come next. Only after we have those can we start building homes for everyone."

He smiled weakly.

Everyone immediately nodded with excitement.

They had spent days clearing the land, and now the enormous patch of open ground outside the cave entrance was beginning to resemble the foundation of an actual settlement. For the first time, they could stand there and imagine houses occupying the empty spaces, farms surrounding them, children running between buildings and workshops producing tools and weapons. Their dream was no longer something Ka’z had described inside a cave. They could actually see the first signs of it taking shape.

"Alright, guys, let’s give him some space to rest," Ru’k said, turning toward the others. "We have a lot to do, and I can’t supervise all of them alone."

The three began making their way toward the cave entrance, leaving Za’r behind with Ka’z. However, Kurg stopped just before leaving and turned around. He stared at Ka’z for a moment, his expression noticeably different from the usual calm look he carried.

"When you recover, let’s fight," Kurg said.

Ka’z blinked, Ru’k stopped walking and Tu’ka turned around.

Even Za’r looked at Kurg in surprise.

"I’m curious to see who’s stronger between us," Kurg continued.

Buzz!

Ka’z’s face twisted with genuine surprise. Kurg had never been particularly competitive before. If anything, he had usually been the one trying to avoid confrontation whenever possible. But Kong’gong’s training had clearly changed more than his strength. Something inside Kurg had awakened. The confidence that had once been buried beneath his fear was finally beginning to show itself.

Ka’z stared at him for several seconds before a grin slowly appeared.

"Sure. I’ll fight you when the time comes. Just focus on your work for now." He raised his thumb.

Kurg smiled and nodded.

Without saying anything else, he turned around and followed Ru’k and Tu’ka toward the exit. Their voices gradually faded as they disappeared from view, leaving Ka’z and Za’r alone inside the chamber.

Za’r remained beside him for a while, quietly finishing the task of feeding him. She tore the remaining pieces of chicken into manageable portions and made sure he finished the soup before finally setting the empty bowl aside. Once she was satisfied that he had eaten enough, she gently placed one hand behind his back and helped him lower himself onto the haystack bed.

Ka’z groaned softly as his body settled into the hay. The soreness that had been temporarily distracted by food immediately returned, though it was considerably more bearable now that his stomach was full.

Ka’z shut his eyes to rest, but then he felt a soft palm reach under his clothes and his eyes snapped open. He opened his eyes just to see Za’r kneeling between his legs while she gently stroked his cock with both hands.

"What are you doing?" he muttered weakly.

Za’r’s face flushed red but she didn’t back away. "I want to help you relieve some stress."

Ka’z’s breath hitched as he opened his mouth to speak, only for Za’r to tighten her grip on his cock slightly. She leaned forward and stared at the precum already building up at the tip of his cock and gently licked it off.

Aah!

A light moan escaped Ka’z’s lips. His hand weakly reached for her face but she simply slapped his hand away.

"Don’t try to resist... I’m your caretaker now, I know what’s best for you," Za’r said with a mischievous smile.

Before Ka’z could complain, she lowered her head, pushing his rock-hard cock into her mouth. Three inches in, Za’r gagged as it struck the back of her throat. Only then did she stop pushing it deeper and hollow her mouth.

Huff!

Ka’z exhaled loudly as the soft and warm insides of her mouth pressed against his cock. It just kept tightening and loosening repeatedly, causing his toes to straighten while his hands reached for anything and everything they could get a hold of.

’I can’t believe I’m experiencing my first blow job on my death bed. This girl is really trying to send me off!’ Ka’z gritted his teeth.

His legs kicked back and forth but Za’r’s firm grip on his waist made it impossible for him to escape. Her tongue slithered like a snake, wrapping around his cock before moving back and forth, like a handjob but with her moist tongue.

Ka’z could feel her softness on every part of his cock. She didn’t even need to move her head, her tongue was doing the job while the tip of her tongue kept slapping the tip of his cock, bringing a mixture of pain and pleasure Ka’z had never experienced before.

This was not something a human could achieve with their short tongue.

"Babe, please!" Ka’z gasped.

He could feel his body losing strength rapidly and his breathing becoming heavier. Whatever she was doing was draining the last strength which he had used to maintain his consciousness. But Za’r didn’t seem to care. She stared at him with predatory eyes while her mouth was still wrapped around his cock.

All she knew was she wanted a taste of her man’s semen and she was going to do whatever it takes to get it.

In a last-ditch attempt, Ka’z reached for her hair once again but her tail whipped forward, binding his hand while she continued sucking the life out of him.

Barely a minute later, Ka’z was already at his limit, his vision blurry as his ass buckled under pressure and his hips jerked up while warm semen poured out into her, rushing down Za’r’s throat directly.

Gagging mixed with swallowing sounds could be heard as Za’r’s eyes bulged but she held on, until every last drop of semen had been released.

Ka’z’s body went limp and she let go of him, rising to her feet. Using her finger, she scooped the excess semen trailing down the corners of her mouth and licked it off with her tongue before turning her attention to Ka’z.

He was unconscious, his chest heaving weakly, and she let out a cute chuckle.

"I should do this more often."