She didn’t want to push away Murat who was warmly transmitting heat. Even though she was confused, the words that ultimately came to her tongue were honest. In her original world, would she really have been able to thrust out her chest and gesture that it was okay? It was something she said while almost forgetting her original personality in this savage and unrealistic place.

His beard was rough and the lips hidden within were soft. Murat gazed at her with tender eyes. His thick lips parted nicely.

His sensual red tongue protruded widely and licked her n*pple deeply.

Murat was different from the others who had lost their minds to the scent of milk. With a very careful attitude, he rubbed his lips against her tender flesh. Inside his widely opened mouth, her br*ast danced as if swimming in water. His tongue, rolled into an oval shape, quietly sucked in the n*pple filled with milk.

She felt both the hardness of his palate and the softness of his tongue at once.

In that gap, the tip of the br*ast containing milk stretched long.

“Ahh, ha……”

It feels good. The man’s Adam’s apple went down greatly then stuck up. A thrilling sensation swept across Riena’s entire upper body.

Her waist naturally moved closer to him. She pressed her spine curved like a crescent moon against him and panted, unable to bear the overwhelming thrill.

“The taste…… is so good.”

“Re, really? Why does the milk keep flowing?”

“Not the milk, but you.”

He sucked in the opposite br*ast deeply. He raised his head with cloudy liquid around his mouth.

“Riena, you taste delicious.”

A thick pillar brushed past over her pants. Before she knew it, the man’s c*ck had revealed itself and wedged between her legs. With clothes in between, he lewdly played with his lower body. When the long pillar went in and out between her thighs, her clothes soon became wet.

The sensation of the fist-sized gl*ns coming and going was terribly lewd. Enough for her to drip stickily into her pants as well.

“Ha, I don’t know what to do.”

The man’s pitiful sigh poured between her cleavage.

“About what?”

“I don’t want to share you with other people. I shouldn’t think like this. Since you’re a gift from god to all of us, you wouldn’t belong to just one person. But I absolutely can’t give you up.”

He tightly embraced her armpits. Her ribs ached. It was strength that could easily break bones if he decided to.

Persistence was evident in his action of embracing her without gaps. The obsession pressed down tightly was contained in his simply murmured words. While feeling guilty, he rubbed his face roughly against her br*asts that had changed color to bruises. He bit with his mouth and caressed her body with his hands as if marking his ownership.

“Murat, it hurts.”

The pressure on her sides lessened only slightly, but it was much the same. The space between her thighs where his pillar had been rapidly going in and out was soaked with sticky liquid at some point.

He had definitely ej*culated something.

“When Saya and Rud approached you earlier, did I look fine?”

“You looked a bit upset.”

“That was the extent of my desperate struggle to hide my inner feelings. Actually, I hated it to death. You don’t know how hard I struggled not to punch my comrades.”

She had no idea since he had been so quiet then.

Even when they said they were inviting her to their house, he didn’t look particularly disappointed.

Riena felt it wasn’t normal for Murat, whom she had only met for just one day, to be this passionate about her. The emotion she felt while looking at him, whether it was affection or some bizarre phenomenon, wasn’t entirely comfortable either.

Perhaps Murat was also under the influence of sorcery? The situation was too absurd to realize such a lightning-like fate.

“I…… don’t know.”

This time too, she had no choice but to be honest. Instead, there was a penny’s worth more reason contained.

“I don’t know either. What I might do if such a thing happens again.”

“Murat……”

“Rather than let another man suck your br*asts, I’d want to stick a spear in my belly. I think this feeling is truly a gift from god. I’m certain.”

He gently rubbed over Riena’s pants that had become wet with his traces. The bodily fluid that wasn’t awkward at all stuck to her body through her clothes. It seemed like his was being absorbed, so she felt no reluctance.

Murat caressed one by one the red marks on her nape, forearms, and chest with his fingertips. Then he looked at her with narrowed eyes tenderly. His rough fingertips stung as much as the shoes she had worn earlier, but she could endure it. Thanks to his careful actions, Riena could also face him, pushed by some unknown force.

“You’re not planning to fight with others, are you?”

Murat didn’t answer. After putting the clothes he had temporarily removed back on her, he was busy comforting her. He left the pants stained with s*men alone. She thought this world might not care about such stains, and she didn’t feel particularly repulsed either.

Without ever saying he wouldn’t fight, he stroked Riena’s golden hair with passionate hands.

“Even your hair color is beautiful. How can it be the same color as the sun?”

“It’s a common color where I lived. Isn’t there blonde hair here?”

“Blonde…… you call it. Yes, I’ve never seen it before.”

His large hand that completely blocked the firelight from the hearth covered her eyelids.

“Sleep. Get well quickly.”

Riena felt that he was constantly gazing at her from beyond the darkness. If she opened her eyes, Murat would surely be glaring like a night wolf with blazing eyes.

She was both afraid and still confused. Rather, Murat’s unexpected confession added to her confusion.

What should she do? When she couldn’t even take care of herself immediately, a fight was about to break out in a tribe of only twelve people. It was a situation where she had no room to stop it or make judgments. Perhaps Murat had just exaggerated and boasted unnecessarily. She had to hope that was the case. Her wavering inner feelings were already overwhelmed by the harsh reality.

While listening to the man’s large heartbeat, even though she wasn’t tired, she was somehow crossing over to the next day.

***

From the next day, Riena had to lie in bed for three full days.

She had a severe fever and her body shivered with chills. She asked for more blankets, but Murat wiped her hands and feet with cold towels and checked the temperature inside the blankets.

“You’ve caught a severe cold. Washing in the stream yesterday was the cause.”

In her hazy state, words that didn’t make sense came out.

“I want to go home.”

Her vision was blurry. She couldn’t see his eyebrows collapsing.

“Saya brought medicinal herbs that are especially effective for colds. Drink some and lie down.”

Murat, who supported her shoulders in his arms, poured bitter-tasting plant juice into her mouth. She didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t have the strength left to refuse. After the medicine got stuck in her throat and she spat it out, she could barely swallow one sip after repeated attempts.

When she briefly closed her eyes and opened them, she reunited with Murat in the darkness.

“You haven’t eaten anything all day. You need to eat something to get better.”

A spoonful of softly boiled meat soup entered her mouth. After failing to receive it several times, her head lost strength. It seemed to be a very severe cold indeed.

Water flowed into her mouth while she was half-asleep. The warm, large man’s lips covered hers like a blanket. Murat. She mumbled without regaining consciousness.

Was this really a cold? Perhaps she had contracted a much more serious illness.

Since the world had changed, nothing would suit her body. Even while dreaming, she felt fear that she might die like this.

When she regained consciousness again, it was broad daylight.

Bright sunlight shone through the open door, and several men with their mouths and noses covered surrounded her, murmuring. Their expressions full of worry looked serious, so Riena thought her life in this place might end here.

It wasn’t an unreasonable speculation. She even hoped that if she died, she might return to her world.

Cool water flowed down her throat again.

“You’re alive. Riena. Riena……”

How much time had passed? The chills seemed to have subsided a bit, so she tossed and turned. The bed creaked.

She heard hurried footsteps, then sand-colored eyes approached largely before her eyes. Murat seemed to have rushed from somewhere. He pressed Riena’s forehead and kneaded his hands. He examined her narrowly opened eyes carefully and didn’t know what to do.