Chapter 482: I can handle the cold

Killing that terrible beast was no quick affair.

Its resilience was immense, and even with its eyes blinded, the creature’s other senses remained far too keen for anyone there to feel at ease.

Fortunately, the sea of pain from having its scales attacked and torn from so many sides at once was enough to drown out those senses.

Roars echoed through the underground chamber, mingling with the clang of steel against scales and the smell of warm blood that was already filling the air.

The floor was slippery, a mixture of mud and dark blood sticking to their boots and sucking at every step.

Finally, after forty long minutes, the beast grew too exhausted.

It tried to lift its head one last time, but the movement faltered halfway, its front legs trembling under its own weight. Claws scraped uselessly against the stone.

With one final movement, Seo-ah plunged her sword into the creature’s neck, right into the center of a gash opened by countless blows against that armor. The blade entered with a wet sound, sinking as far as her arm could push it. Hot blood gushed over her gauntlet, soaking through to her wrist.

She wasn’t able to decapitate it completely, but that wasn’t necessary.

The cut tore through half the beast’s neck, and it let out one last choked, gurgling sound before collapsing.

The entire floor shook under the weight of that falling body, dust drifting down from the ceiling in fine strands, and then silence engulfed the cave all at once.

Seo-ah landed softly, her steel boots echoing through the cave as she let out a long, heavy sigh.

“Ah…”

She plopped down on the floor, propping both hands behind her and staring up at the dark ceiling of the cave, her chest rising and falling.

The sword hilt was still vibrating slightly in her hand—or perhaps it was just her arm, which felt as if it were made of lead.

Tales of Estria, despite being a game, simulated the feeling of exhaustion very well. Too well, in her opinion.

In any case, she was happy.

It had been a huge success.

Only fifty-seven players had died, having to reincarnate into the artifact they’d left outside—a resurrection item that allowed players to come back to life without having to go through the waiting period.

Of course, it was expensive, and its uses were limited.

She’d been expecting to burn through two hundred, maybe three hundred uses, so just fifty-seven made her very happy.

Unfortunately, there was something she had forgotten.

“Little Sister Snowbreeze… hehehe~”

Seo-ah heard the laughter right behind her, as sweet as it was venomous.

She shuddered from head to toe, her exhaustion forgotten in an instant, and slowly turned around.

It was, of course, BustyViper, whose eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity as she threw herself at Seo-ah without the slightest ceremony, knocking them both back onto the dirty floor of the cave.

“Come on, girl, tell me—how big is your husband’s dick?” BustyViper demanded, pinning her down with a grin.

Seo-ah shuddered again.

Well… she couldn’t go back on her promise now…

***

Meanwhile, in Goldenveil.

Ethan woke up feeling relaxed, a little later than usual.

Morning light streamed in through the window, warming the sheets, and wrapped around him, still completely naked, was Hilda.

“Mhmm~~ hehehe~~ nice pillow…” she murmured, rubbing her face against his chest, and he gave a soft chuckle.

He took the opportunity to admire her body.

Those huge breasts pressed against his chest, warm and so soft they seemed to melt over him.

The delicate curve of her back, which he could see over her shoulder, sloping down to her slim waist. And that ass—juicy, perfect, lifted in a way that made her waist seem even smaller—one of her thick thighs draped over his legs.

She was, without a shadow of a doubt, a dream of a woman.

Hilda’s eyelashes fluttered gently.

Slowly, her eyes opened.

She pressed both hands, palms open, against Ethan’s chest, forcing her own torso upward with a lazy groan.

Her full breasts hung down from her, heavy, slowly peeling away from his skin as if they didn’t want to leave.

Squeezed together by her biceps, which sank lightly into that softness, they formed a deep, inviting valley right in front of his face, swaying in a slow, weighty rhythm as she finished settling herself.

Her eyes fell on Ethan, who was admiring her in silence.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, sliding his hand down her back, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath his fingers, moving down to the curve where her waist began to flare into her hips.

“Hmm… yeah, you’re a much better pillow when you’re asleep, you naughty pervert,” she said, stretching, her back arching and her breasts rising with it.

Even in that position, they retained their perfect shape.

They weren’t as round as Amelia’s, of course, having a slightly pointed shape, but they were beautiful in their own way.

Ethan gripped them firmly, drawing a short moan from Hilda.

He squeezed one in each hand, his fingers barely able to cover a fifth of each. The fat tits slipped between his fingers, bulging and spilling over on all sides, and the nipples hardened against his palms, hard little dots amid so much softness.

It was warm and soft, so squishy it seemed like it could swallow his whole hand, yet still maintaining a firmness so pleasurable that he couldn’t stop squeezing.

“Stop with the wandering hand.” Hilda gave Ethan’s hand a gentle tap, though the blush on her cheeks told a different story.

Soon after, she stood up from him, her feet touching the floor a little shakily. She stood with her back to him, her round ass still carrying a faint quiver from the movement, and Ethan didn’t look away.

She waved her hands, casting a spell to get dressed, a sea of light falling over her body and gradually concealing all that skin.

This time, she dressed in much more conservative clothes.

A light summer dress, pure white, somewhat out of place on a woman as wild as she was.

Delicate boots, an elegant hat, and a string of pearls around her neck.

“What’s wrong?” She turned to Ethan, adjusting her hat.

He looked genuinely shocked.

“Nothing…” He shook his head. “I didn’t know you could dress so well… but isn’t it a little too cold for that dress?”

The dress was beautiful, to be sure, but it was more suited for a day at the beach.

“Hm… nah, I can handle the cold.” She shrugged, already heading toward the door, the dress’s light fabric swaying against her thighs. “Come on, take me to a good restaurant—I want to eat something!”