Chapter 443 |
Day 101 – Nighttime, White Weirdo Inn
With everything settled, I put Armored Pres-san’s cute butt over here, and Dancing Girl-san’s lovely bottom right next to it. I am satisfied?
It would seem the ancient proverb of 『Curses come home to roost, so if you curse others, dig two holes』was true. Once the door to the room swung open, I was locked into a hand-to-hand combat with two Kung-Fu Girls in mini china dresses. Being unable to resist their already mastered Takyokuken I’ve attempted a desperate struggle with Mizongquan, but as expected, using a style designed for destroying the human body by striking the opponents pressure points against Takyokuken would be an uphill battle, so in the end I ended driven into the corner.
It is said to trace its origin back to Yan Qing of Water Margin. Besides its other name, Yanqing Fist, it is also known as Mizongyi, as the names suggest[1], it features attacks that employ intricate footwork. Its hallmark techniques involve using swift, agile movements to execute sudden spins and drastic shifts in posture, evading the enemy’s attacks with bewildering changes in motion and diving straight into their close quarters. However, once you close in, if the opponents happen to be two masters of Takyokuken, the strongest martial art in close-range combat, the matchup couldn’t be worse. Or rather, I just started practicing with it, you know? …Yeah, no chance?
However, this martial sparring was only meant to buy me some time, my actual goal was to use the chicken(Coca-san)’s『Hexes』to increase sensitivity. The result of employing those curses was two holes. Truly magnificent saying.
With the curse already taking effect, their face had flushed red, eyes turned moist, and breathing had begun to grow sweet and uneven. With Hexes now forming a quintet of compounding effects together with the stacked Sensitivity Increase applied by touch, I now relentlessly struck pressure points on their sensory overloaded bodies! Yes, I rubbed, touched, and stroked them all over. The effect was tremendous, more than compensating for the disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat. Applying the Mizongquan unique technique of twisting the wrist to deflect and then driving in strikes with a twisting, kneading motion, I massaged and worked over every inch, layering on wave after wave of Sensitivity Increase!
Their breathing had already turned ragged, disturbing their qi flow; their legs trembling with, their whole bodies convulsing in small spasms. Now, merely touching them is enough to gain the advantage, even a graze of my fingertips makes them squirm, breaking their stance and nearly causing them to collapse. And having the upper hand, I can overwhelm them with an infinite flurry of strikes, yes, an infinite Tentacle-san Ver. Aberration, WITH Snakes, Hydra, and Cocatrice-san collaboration included! When I brought it out, I did wonder if the chicken was a bit out of place, but while my tentacles restrained their limbs, the snakes’ gave them gentle nibbles with Sensitivity Increase venom, their forked tongues lashing at their skin, and as they writhed in anguish, I softly brushed them with the feathers of Cocatrice-san. There, they began to tremble, whimper, and convulse. Come to think of it, the feathers do have a slight flight-assist effect, so maybe they actually flew off?
I don’t know what effect it actually had, but their minds definitely seem to have been blown away, their usually captivating, powerful eyes that always looked like you could drown in them, are now wide open, pupils dilated and rolled back, with pretty much only the whites of the eyes being visible. From their trembling, adorable lips, their tongues and saliva drool, trailing in strings. They seem to have flown all the way to heaven… Not bad, Cocatrice-san!
「Well then, breaking in without a knock or a hello and attacking out of nowhere is just bad manners, and bad girls need to be punished, don’t they?」
I lower them onto the bed, the two of them are face-down, sprawled across it as if they’d tripped and fallen. They’re on their knees, but with their faces buried in the bed, their hips are raised high, crouched in a posture that offers up their backsides for punishment.
Flipping the hems of the mini china dresses reveals large, rounded buttocks in tight shorts that cling to the skin. Since they’re so kindly offering themselves up, I give the plump, white flesh a squeeze. The soft meat bulges and spills out between my fingers, squishing and shifting shape with each knead. With every rub, the shorts dig in, burying themselves into the flesh until they become like thin strings, exposing more and more of that ample rear. My fingers sink into the moist, supple skin, and at the slightest vibration, the beautiful flesh softly shaking and trembling.
Restraining the right wrist and right ankle together with the tentacles, I do the same with the left wrist and left ankle, tying them together in the same way. And now, with with them fully restrained, the punishment begins.
I stroke and knead twin orbs of smooth, amber-toned, alluring skin, and tease the lustrous white flesh. Good manners were originally a code of conduct for showing non-aggression in matters of life and death, later refined into etiquette and decorum. As their master, I must steel my heart, be stern and rigorous, and carry out their punishment, even if it brings me to tears(of joy).