When Murat wasn’t looking, she also lightly wiped her heated p*ssy. When she moistened the important parts with water, it was surprisingly cold, but after finishing everything, she felt much more refreshed.

The problem started from then. As the moisture dried, she began to get colder and colder.

She was shivering, but Murat approached nonchalantly while shaking his wet hair. His manner of checking if she was finished was indifferent.

Did she look pale? He placed his wet hand on Riena’s cheek.

“Why is your face so stiff?”

When she couldn’t respond while trembling her lips, he finally felt a sense of crisis too.

“This won’t do. We should go back now.”

“What about them……”

“I hope they’ve sorted out their feelings by now. If they barge into my house, I’ll punch each of them and chase them away.”

They returned to the village in the same position as when they came, with her riding his thick forearm like a saddle. She worried about encountering someone while n*ked, but in the vast land with only eleven people excluding the two of them, there was no chance of meeting anyone else.

Riena put on clothes and wrapped her cold feet in a blanket. Murat’s actions of raising the hearth fire were skillful. Soon the interior became warm and her shoulders, which had been hunched the whole time, relaxed.

“Go ahead and lie down, Riena.”

“I slept earlier so I’m not sleepy.”

“But you seemed very tense, so I think resting would be better.”

Relying on the firelight from the hearth, he held something and worked with clicking sounds. In Riena’s eyes, he was still making and fixing things that were hard to understand. After finishing his work, he began preparing food for tomorrow.

As she covered herself with a blanket and watched blankly, he approached while lowering his voice.

“In the divine world where you live, do you wash this frequently?”

“I told you it’s not the divine world. I don’t really know what connection there is between here and my world either.”

“Mm, you don’t know. I suppose that’s the same for both of us.”

“And…… I never thought about whether I wash frequently. I shower once a day and wash my face and hands separately. I always did that.”

Murat ran his hand through his hair as if troubled. His half-dried long hair flowed over his shoulders.

“Certainly the divine world, ah, you said it wasn’t. Anyway, the place where you lived must be more fantastic than here. That’s why you wash frequently and have smooth skin.”

“Not quite fantastic but……”

It was difficult to describe the polluted city in detail. She silently listened to Murat’s contrabass-like voice.

“It seems washing in the stream would be too much for you. We’ll have to use the hot spring cave once a day.”

“That place is too far.”

“It’s not far at all. Rather, the problem is that the cave is a sacred place and access is forbidden except when the chief prays. Since such taboos would be exceptions for you, I’ll talk with the tribe members and arrange for you to use the cave.”

Murat, who had finished preparing food ingredients, finally stoked the hearth fire. Then he came to Riena’s side and took off his shoes.

He, having moved around the house, was much warmer than she was after staying wrapped in a blanket. Riena rested her head on Murat’s thick arm. Their bodies naturally overlapped, and a palm as rough as sandpaper spread over her hunched shoulders. As she received a massage that gently pressed her stiff nape, the contrast between his rough hands and caring touch was striking.

The narrow gap between them quickly became warm.

As her hair dried, moisture was added, and along with it, body scent clearly stimulated her sense of smell. Riena became dizzy from the sharp male scent.

On the other hand, Murat became intoxicated to the point of suffering, not just smelling the fragrance to some extent. No matter how much he tried to endure, it wasn’t easy. The milk activated by sorcery stimulated male desire, and he was on the verge of losing his soul to the fundamental scent emanating from the soft female body.

He gritted his teeth and tried to endure while even letting out groans. His brow with fine wrinkles gave off an animalistic feeling while being sexy.

As if even massaging her shoulders proved too difficult, he finally withdrew his hands. n*ked or clothed, it made little difference. Murat’s patience was tested at every moment.

Riena was naturally captivated by such behavior. She unconsciously stared blankly at his minor movements.

“You look very uncomfortable.”

“It’s bearable. If it becomes really hard to endure, I’ll run away.”

“Run away?”

“I can go outside to get some air, or if that doesn’t work, I can stay up all night standing guard outside the door. If I leave your side completely, other people might come snooping around.”

He was suffering so much that she didn’t know what to help with. Even just quietly curling up her chest caused this much trouble, so she felt burdened to move her body unnecessarily.

He was completely bewitched by her, and Riena was gradually being consumed by such a man.

Hoping Murat might become even a little more comfortable, she decided to try a challenge. Since sometimes everything becomes comfortable when you get moderately used to it, she thought it might be better to face it head-on rather than avoid it.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t go out. I think I’d be scared if other people suddenly barged into the house.”

She pulled his hand, rough like a beast’s paw, and gently placed it on her chest.

For Riena, this was her best effort at a challenge. She hoped he would have less difficulty, and there was also a slight aspect of throwing bait. More than 90% was because she was concerned about Murat, but just a little bit was because she remembered last night’s intense s*x.

She didn’t want to do that act right away. It was just that it came to mind as a good memory.

Murat’s face contorted greatly. When the round br*ast mound was caught in his palm, he couldn’t bring himself to remove his hand and flinched, hunching his large body. The forearm that had served as a pillow folded about halfway. Her head tilted forward and they pressed close enough for their breaths to tangle.

“Too……”

“……?”

“Too much, Riena. To ask me to endure while doing this.”

The method seemed wrong. She tried to shake off the man’s hand belatedly. But the hand that had already stuck viscously wouldn’t come off. It pressed down on her cleavage stickily and went down, lifting her clothes.

When her bare br*asts were surrounded by warm hands, her heart suddenly began to surge. He rubbed her n*pple with his wide thumb. He also impatiently flicked the opposite n*pple with his long, thick middle finger that reminded her of a p*nis.

“Ugh.”

He shook and teased the flower buds of her chest that had automatically risen.

Murat’s gaze was looking down at Riena’s nape that had turned faintly red. He bit his teeth as if his suffering had increased instead.

“Your body is a mess. There are too many bruises. I tried not to touch you, but contrary to my will, my hands move first.”

The action of pulling his hand up was being interpreted as a message wanting s*x. Feeling slightly stung, she made excuses.

“I thought it might get better if you got used to the scent.”

“You were…… being considerate?”

Riena, who became embarrassed belatedly, tried to remove him who was covering her body. However, he didn’t budge. Even a single finger contained power that she couldn’t handle.

His hand pushed in, lifting the hem of her clothes. Her whole body still ached, but her mood was excited. She didn’t hate it. When she leaned her body loosely, Murat made groaning sounds and was troubled. Then he finally pulled off her clothes completely.

He embraced her so tightly her shoulder blades might break and buried his face in her cleavage. The sound of him breathing deeply reached her ears. The man’s broad shoulders heaved following the intervals of his breathing.

“Riena, do you know something?”

“What?”

“I covered your body in saliva. But you didn’t say you wanted to wipe it off.”

Now that she heard it, that was true. She hadn’t thought about it at all, but even while being kissed by Murat and having her nape sucked, she didn’t seem to feel like wiping it off.

Was she developing good feelings toward this man? It was somewhat sudden given the situation. Was this also the influence of some strange unconsciousness that made her adapt to the situation? She was confused and couldn’t tell which was her real feelings.

“Even now, I don’t particularly want to wipe it off.”

Still, she expressed the feelings that honestly arose. Even in a restless state, she didn’t want to act pretentiously.

“May I…… kiss you?”

“It still hurts, but, mm……”