Chapter 187: …But really… you’re used to it, or rather, skilled

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Liz was older in age, but as adventurers, Uraka was the senior. They had met when Liz later joined a party that Uraka had just formed, so even when they were full-time adventurers, Uraka had been the leader figure.

That said, whether as full-time adventurers or now as transport workers, Uraka was only the leader in work matters. Their relationship was even. Uraka was the boss in name, but Liz showed no restraint in her attitude toward her.

After exchanging light banter with Liz, Uraka turned toward Kazui.

"Then... shall I have you keep me company?"

Blushing shyly, she approached him. She bent forward, brought her face close, and overlapped their lips.

(She really... intends to do it.)

As the kiss shifted from light to deep, Kazui was made to realize that Uraka was serious. Of course, sex with her was something he welcomed, but there were still things on his mind.

When their lips parted, he asked her a question.

"Are we... doing it here like this?"

"...Do you not want to?"

"Someone else might come in like you did, Uraka. Wouldn’t that be bad?"

"Then I’ll retie a towel to the door knob."

It was Liz, not Uraka, who answered his question.

"If a towel is tied, people will know you’re bathing and won’t come in."

"I should have tied one too, but it seems it was removed, so someone might still come in?"

"It’s fine. I’ll lock it with magic so only you can remove it."

"You can do something like that?"

"I may not look it, but I am a middle-class magician."

After saying it proudly, Liz asked him a question.

"Could I have one strand of your hair? It’s needed for the locking magic."

"That’s fine."

He combed his wet hair with his right hand. When he checked his right hand, a single strand of fallen hair was tangled around his finger.

He held his right hand out to her.

"Here."

Liz carefully pinched the hair tangled around his fingertip and wrapped it around her own so she would not lose it.

"Then I’ll go tie the towel, so you two do as you like."

While walking toward the entrance, she continued cheerfully.

"My second round can wait until later."

Reaching the entrance, Liz opened the door and disappeared into the changing room.

(It’ll be easier to use Sexual Appraisal on Uraka without Liz here.)

Seizing the chance, Kazui hugged her and stretched up to overlap their lips. After a light kiss, he kissed her right cheek and ear area, catching glimpses of her side profile in between.

(Sexual Appraisal, activate!)

When he activated it, Uraka’s results soon began to display in his vision. The information he wanted—erogenous zones and sexual preferences—was shown preferentially.

(Erogenous zones are the nape, under the breasts, and sides... under the breasts means the underboob?)

He checked the erogenous zones first, then the sexual preferences.

(Prefers cowgirl and standing doggy while looking in a mirror... There were quite a few who liked cowgirl, but someone who wants to do it while looking in a mirror is a first.)

The mirror on the counter used for washing body and hair rose in his mind.

(There’s a large mirror here, so maybe we can do it if we try?)

He finished confirming Uraka’s erogenous zones and sexual preferences. Releasing Sexual Appraisal, he overlapped their lips again and shared a deep kiss with their tongues entangled.

(The nape was an erogenous zone.)

He separated their lips, kissed her nape, and crawled his tongue over it. She had not washed yet, so there was a smell of sweat, but he was used to it and did not mind.

"Ah!"

Suddenly attacked on a sensitive area with his mouth and feeling pleasure, Uraka let out a sweet voice.

(She really does feel it on the nape.)

Getting carried away, he licked her nape while reaching both hands to her chest. He first lightly kneaded her ample breasts to check the feel.

(Smaller than Liz’s, but firm and nice to touch.)

While kneading her entire breasts, he tried stimulating the underboob by pressing with his thumbs.

"Eh?"

Having her erogenous zones attacked one after another, Uraka felt pleasure but still raised a surprised voice.

(Good reaction. This is sensitive too.)

He moved both hands to her sides and stroked them. Her tightened, muscular sides felt good to the touch for him.

Since becoming a martial artist, he had come to like touching muscular bodies.

"You have nice obliques."

The obliques he referred to were around the sides.

"Eh? Ah... well, I train, so more or less."

Caressed on her sides, which she was not used to being touched, and feeling it, Uraka returned words in a somewhat bewildered manner.

"...But really... you’re used to it, or rather, skilled."

"I’m not particularly skilled."

He denied her evaluation. He thought it was less skill and more the result of using Sexual Appraisal, so it was not modesty.

He stretched up, gave her a light kiss again, and whispered.

"Shall we sit? I’m... short, so standing makes it hard to do."

"Yeah."

"Ah, but... not for foreplay, but for sex, doing a tall woman like you from behind while standing... might not be bad."

He brought up a position she seemed likely to like and watched her reaction.

"I saw a photo story on Redline of doing a tall woman from behind while standing in front of a bathroom mirror. It looked fun."

"I see..."

With her eyes shining with lewd expectation, Uraka asked him a question.

"Then since there’s a mirror here, want to try it with me later?"

"Is that okay? Then maybe I’ll take you up on it."

He answered happily. In reality, he had never seen such a photo story.

For the sake of copying skills, he needed to make Uraka climax. That was why he wanted to have sex in a way she preferred, so he had made up the story to lead things that way.

Using Lumia’s talk about Redline as reference.

"If we’re sitting anyway, let’s go to the counter. There’s a mirror there."

He nodded at her words. The two moved in front of the counter.

"Ah, wait a moment! I’ll rinse off the sweat in the shower while I’m at it."

Saying so, Uraka began showering.

"Then me too."

He had just washed, but since he had done sixty-nine with Liz, he decided to take a light shower as well. The two soon finished rinsing off sweat and such and stopped the shower.

"Huh? You haven’t started yet?"

At the timing they finished showering, Liz, who had returned to the bathroom after opening the door, asked them.

"...I thought I’d rinse off the sweat before starting."

While combing her wet hair with her hands, Uraka continued.

"Well, I had him do a little with hands and mouth before the shower, but he was really skilled."

"See!"

As if getting the agreement she wanted, Liz added.

"It’s the feel of reliably hitting the weak spots... the sensitive places."

"Yeah, that kind of feel."

(Well, of course. I know the weak spots.)

While combing his own wet hair like Uraka, he listened to the two women’s conversation and muttered in his heart. Even wet, his cowlick still stood up like cat ears right away, and he fiddled with it a little, bothered by it.

Liz turned toward him and spoke.

"I tied the towel and locked it. When you want to remove it, just flow a little aura into the towel and it’ll come off right away."

"Thank you."

"I’ll have you pay the thanks later... with your body."

Returning words to him in a joking tone, Liz sat on a nearby chair.

"Until then, maybe I’ll watch you and Uraka’s sex from here."

"Is it okay to do it while being watched?"

At his question, Uraka answered somewhat shyly.

"Well, if it’s Liz... it’s fine."

Uraka and Liz sometimes enjoyed sex with each other, including other crew members. Because of that, having sex while being watched by Liz was something Uraka was used to.

"What about you, Kazu? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine too."

"Are you used to doing it while being watched?"

"No, well... that’s..."

It was true, but saying it honestly felt awkward, so he hedged his words.

"You really... are used to sex. Even if being an adventurer means you’re treated as an adult, you’re still actually a minor."

"Fortunately, I’ve been blessed with encounters with women and had opportunities to experience various things..."

Not wanting this topic to continue, he forcibly changed the subject.

"Then... could you sit on the chair or the floor and open your legs?"

Reaching a hand to her crotch and lightly playing with it, he added.

"I’ll do it here... with my mouth."

Nodding with a face full of expectation, Uraka sat on the wooden chair and opened both legs. Faced with cunnilingus from a man after a long time, she blushed shyly.

He stood in front of her, first bent forward, brought his face close, and overlapped their lips. For him, who often kissed on tiptoe rather than looking up, it felt a little nice to seem taller.

Separating their lips, he licked her nape, an erogenous zone, then sat between her legs. Red pubic hair the same color as her hair entered his view.

"I hadn’t processed it recently."

Uraka put somewhat awkward, excuse-like words in her mouth.

"If it was going to turn out like this, I should have processed it properly."

Indeed, it seemed longer and denser than other women’s to him.

(She’s saying something similar to Liz.)

Recalling Liz’s words, he returned words to Uraka.

"It’s normal for it to grow, so don’t mind it."

Just as with Liz, he offered supportive words.

"It’s a nice red the same as your hair... and it suits you."

He reached both hands to the crotch of Liz, who had a relieved expression. Since she had just showered, her crotch was wet with water, not love juice.