Chapter 419: Big beauties

A few hundred kilometers from the Eternal Forest lay a vast network of caves ruled by the Gray Orcs, a rare breed of blind orcs fully adapted to the darkness.

The tunnels were wide enough for dozens of people to walk side by side, and their combined length stretched nearly a thousand kilometers.

The deepest ones plunged dozens of kilometers below the surface. Some of them only held together thanks to the place’s absurdly high magical density.

In one of the deepest of those tunnels stood a female figure with lush proportions.

An elegant mask covered her face, revealing only her lips, rosy and delicate.

She was tall and slender, with firm, shapely legs, hips as wide as her delicate shoulders, and a waist that dipped inward in a sinfully alluring curve.

And atop that lithe, sensual torso rose two huge, round, full mounds—far too large for such a slim frame.

She wore nothing but a black full-body jumpsuit that clung to her like a second skin. It ran from her small feet—shod in heels—up over her hips and narrow waist.

Over her heavy breasts, the fabric opened into a diamond-shaped cutout right in the middle of her chest.

The tight leather squeezed the two breasts together, forcing a swell of pale, creamy skin from each to bulge softly through the opening, as if they wanted to escape. A deep crease ran between them, disappearing down into the leather.

Her figure wasn’t exactly proportionate. Still, breasts that large on a slim, curvy body had a charm all their own.

Top-heavy, bottom-heavy, both at once or even flat. They were all perfect, each in their own way.

In her left hand, she held a black dagger. In her right, a short, silver rapier.

A notification window flashed before her eyes, the only glimmer of light in the entire tunnel. Its pale glow caught the pink of her lips and nothing else.

[You have been temporarily muted; your messages will reach the recipient in 12 hours]

"Ah... damn..." the woman muttered under her breath, her eyes drifting back to the forum she had been browsing before starting that chat with her friend.

On the forum page was a photo of a man with golden hair and blue eyes. He was tall and powerfully built, but not overly so.

His muscles showed clearly through his clothes—thick biceps and forearms, and broad shoulders that accentuated the V-shape of his torso.

Still, he wasn’t like those bodybuilders who were basically walking aberrations and only ever caught the attention of other men.

He was like a Greek god, but even more beautiful and with a body sculpted to an even higher degree of perfection.

She bit her rosy lip, staring at the photo far longer than she’d care to admit.

"Ah... fuck it. Fine, go bounce on your hot NPC husband’s huge dick! When I come to your house, you’ll see!" she cursed, and the weapons in her hands dissolved into black mist, trickling between her fingers until nothing remained.

Beneath the mask, a deep blush spread across her delicate features, burning all the way to the tips of her ears.

She stretched. Her small hands rose above her head, and her slim back arched, the leather creaking softly along her spine.

Her huge tits pressed even harder against the tight black leather.

The diamond-shaped cutout stretched wide, and her pale skin bulged further out through the opening, two soft mounds jostling for space, the deep crease between them squeezing shut until it almost disappeared.

The seams groaned quietly under the strain.

She let out a small, contented sigh as her arms came down, and the heavy pair sank back into place with a slow, weighty bounce.

Her eyes were closed beneath the mask.

Then, suddenly, they snapped open.

A low hum cut through the air behind her, a rush of stale wind brushing the back of her neck.

Her figure turned into a black blur.

The next moment, a gigantic club slammed down exactly where she had been standing, splitting the stone floor with a thunderous crack that shook the entire tunnel.

Rock fragments flew in every direction, and a cloud of dust billowed up from the deep, gaping hole where her heels had been a second earlier.

The creature that had hurled the club was an orc.

His eyes were shriveled and blood-red, permanently half-closed and useless in that darkness. Not that he needed them.

His wide nostrils flared open and shut as he sniffed the air, and his pointed ears twitched from side to side, hunting for the slightest sound.

His skin was a pale, sickly gray, stretched taut over thick, scarred muscles, and the rank stink of old sweat and rotten meat hung around him.

He had barely caught a second whiff of the female figure before pain exploded through his neck.

She appeared beside his shoulder like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye the black mist condensed in her hand once more, hardening back into a dagger.

The blade sank hilt-deep into the orc’s thick throat, punching through muscle and gristle with a wet crunch.

His red eyes bulged, and a terrible gurgle escaped his cracked lips.

Then she wrenched the blade free, and blue blood spurted out, hot and thick, splattering the rock in erratic jets.

She sprang away in the same instant, and the orc’s massive body crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, sending up another cloud of dust.

"Ugh... why can’t I turn off the smell in this damn game? This stinks so bad!" she complained, landing lightly in front of the corpse, her heels clicking sharply against the stone.

The two mountains on her chest gave a vigorous jolt as she landed, lurching upward with the momentum before dropping back down a beat later, slapping against each other with a muffled clap inside the leather.

She slid her right arm around her own breasts and hugged then against her body, her forearm sinking deep into that vast, pillowy flesh until the wobbling died down.

The squishy mass spilled over and under her arm, and even through the leather she could feel the warmth and plushness of each one, their weight resting heavy in her arm.

"Behave yourselves, you big beauties," she teased, giving the side of her right breast a gentle pat with her free hand.

She was quite proud of those big, beautiful milk jugs.

With a little smile on her rosy lips, she continued on alone through the cave, the click of her heels echoing off the stone walls.

She walked in a deliberately exaggerated and sensual manner, swaying her hips. The tight-fitting jumpsuit followed her every step, the leather stretching over her firm thighs and her round, perky ass.

Each stride lifted one cheek while the other dipped, the two plump halves rolling from side to side in a gentle, unhurried rhythm, a faint tremor running through them every time a heel struck the stone.

"Let’s hurry up—once we kill the boss, I’ll finally get to take a look at Seo-ah’s new hubby in person!"

Her footsteps grew distant, and her figure melted into the darkness.

Soon, the slaughter resumed.

Orc screams echoed ceaselessly through the tunnels, mingling with the sound of steel tearing through flesh and massive bodies crashing to the ground, as the busty assassin wiped them out one by one.