While Others Cultivate, I Use My Unique RPG Leveling System to Cultivate Smut Romance With Their Girlfriends! Chapter 410
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"Who are you?!"
As if I wasn't dumbfounded before, now a fit looking guy, around my age as far as I could say from the way his body and face was formed, came to the front of the group that I spotted just a moment ago while holding a primitive-looking spear. The life reflected from a shiny stone that decorated its top and most likely served as its blade made me realise one thing.
Where the hell did my snakesbite go?
Before I could even open my eyes to explain my situation with the help of the dao of bullshiting, I heard an unnatural sound of the water splashing, only for my trusty staff to emerge from within the waves and fly straight at me!
At first, I thought it would hit me squarely in the chest, only adding the injury to my already existing confusion and the poor state of the body, yet instead of slamming its blood core that my dear ability managed to form before, it turned around just before opening a huge hole in my chest. With some strange force pulling on my arm, I raised my hand only for the handle of the shaft to fall right into my grip!
Now we are talking!
HOW COOL WAS THAT?
Almost shouting those words to the group gathered nearby, I managed to stop myself from acting like a total madman!
Or at least, that's what I thought!
"Yeah, it was suuuuuper cool!"
Hearing the unexpected response to what I projected to be just a thought in my mind, I looked at the group of girls with only a few young men almost hiding behind their shapely bodies, just in time to notice the mouth of the girl that played with my chest before stop moving, while she continued to stare at me with her cheeks all red.
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Come on, I was about to find a way to resolve my harem, and now even more candidates are appearing?
"Okay then, put your silly weapon away boy, before I will make you do it."
Just a single glance at the peeks this haughty guy was throwing at the half-naked girl that responded to my thoughts were enough to understand the situation. For some reason, he considered me a rival!
Come the fuck now! I'm stranded on a random island somewhere on the ocean in a world I have no clue about, and now you want to pull me into some shitty love triangle? I dare you to do so! With the strength of my charm, I would force you to watch as she would squirm under the relentless attacks of my great rod!
"What!? Do you want to fight me right now!? Just give me one word!"
Stepping a few paces forward, this damned guy made his loincloth waver under the influence of the air, almost making me see something I really didn't want to!
"Guys! Calm down!"
With the tension turning from uncertainty as to who I was and how did I ended up on the beach, to the outright conflict between me and this stupid guy, the same girl that acted so forward till now trodded forward, and shielded me with her own body from the potential aggression of her tribesman. This time, the floating loincloth revealed something I was very content to see!
"Sir, we don't know who you are, mind explaining the situation to us?"
Turning around to face me, this girl came forward a few steps, almost pushing her body against mine, while once again putting her hands on top of my chest, as if she couldn't resist the sight of my bulging muscles.
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"I'm Bart. I was fighting against some sort of invaders on the nearby island -I hope - when some kind of great explosion threw me away. Due to that attack, I lost my consciousness, and the first thing I saw upon waking up, was your shapely breasts."
Not willing to be outdone by the girl, I pushed my hands forward, tracking them against the line of her waist and enjoying the feeling of her soft, velvet-like skin. Instead of being ashamed or backing out, the movements of the girl's hands only intensified, as she pulled even closer to me, pushing her breasts against my chest.
"You seem to be strong… Really strong…"
Using her low height to her advantage, she raised her head while still gently wrapping her hands around my back and sent me a playful look. Unable to reach her bust squashed against my body, I moved my hands along her back, reaching down for her half-exposed buttocks.
"I can only humbly admit. Wait, aren't you going a bit too far?"
While I still enjoyed my part of the fun, she actually opened her mouth, pushed her tongue out and started licking the small droplets of sweat from my chest.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!"
Seeing how the situation was developing, the guy with the spear shouted and moved forward, only to stop right in his track when I grabbed the loose end of the cloth covering the girl's hips and pressed it against the side of her butt, spreading the ample halves away to expose her inner parts to him.
"Are you really going to lose this chance? From the looks of things, you wouldn't get it otherwise!"
With my fingers following the path on her curvature, they reached towards the girl's hole, spreading it open for that guy to enjoy the view. Even if I wasn't going to waste my time fucking her right now, just the sight of anguish mixed with lust and longing on the guy's face was enough to start my fires.
"Do you want to mate, sir?"
Once again raising her head from over my chest, the girl asked in a sweet voice, as if it was the most natural thing to do.
"Also, you can ignore him. While he is sweet, I don't want to have a child with a weakling like him."
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