R4STWH - Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Elias let out a low groan as he braced his hand beside my face.

When I nuzzled my cheek against his muscular arm, he paused briefly before beginning to move again, this time at a leisurely pace.

"What were you thinking about to get there all by yourself?"

Each time he rolled his hips, he stimulated my deepest pleasure point, making it unbearable.

"Well..."

Knowing he would keep teasing that sensitive spot until I gave a proper answer, I had no choice but to be honest.

"I was thinking... hah... what if yours... goes all the way to my womb..."

He burst into laughter as he stared at me with wide eyes.

"Even my wife's random thoughts are this adorable."

Not just saying the words, he gazed at me with eyes overflowing with affection.

Yet at the same time, he began grinding more intensely below, causing me to...

"Mmnh...!"

I had to frantically grab onto his arms and shoulders.

"If you're curious, you should experience it firsthand."

He whispered in a voice sweet enough to melt.

"...!"

Even though he acted as if he would pierce through to my womb, I wasn't afraid.

I was confident that Elias would never hurt me.

Could anyone know my body better than him?

He observed me with such meticulous attention, as if trying to engrave every detail, down to the smallest mole, into his eyes.

Perhaps he understood my condition even more accurately than I did myself. At least when it came to giving and receiving pleasure.

"Ahh...!"

Like waves retreating only to crash back onto the shore, dizzying climaxes washed over me one after another.

First stealing away my reason piece by piece, then taking control of my entire body.

My vision flickered between white and black, making even his face become blurry.

"Elias... ngh... Elias..."

"Yes, Ilesha."

How could he answer so gently while thrusting so powerfully that my whole body shook?

After regaining all his memories from countless world-lines, he seemed to have become even more tender with me.

Even though there shouldn't have been any connection to me specifically, the affection in his gaze toward me had grown even more intense, and he had developed a habit of caressing me more often.

Even now, he was constantly stroking my cheek and hair with his free hand that wasn't supporting his body.

As if he found me unbearably precious and lovable.

Yet the way he moved his lower body to satisfy his desire remained as rough and intense as usual.

This dissonance between his physical and mental state felt both unfamiliar and exciting.

It was clear that this act of piercing and carving a path deeper into my body wasn't merely about satisfying lust.

He seemed desperate to connect our souls into one by joining our bodies more perfectly.

That's probably why I was feeling and clinging to him more than usual.

Because that was exactly what I had been wanting all this time when mixing bodies with him.

"Ah, nn, ngh..."

With my body practically folded in half, I greedily received the desire he poured into me, and returned just as much.

Though our skin stuck together with sweat despite having just bathed, even that was welcome.

When he kissed me, I licked his lips, and when he entwined his tongue with mine, I rubbed back against it.

I rubbed my soft chest against his firm one, and traced my hands over his muscle-packed body.

I squeezed and sucked on his manhood as it roughly filled me, withdrew, and plunged back in, imprinting its shape deep within my body.

So that neither of us could feel joy and satisfaction from anything but each other. So that forever after, only he would be buried inside me, and only I would grip him tight.

Understanding the act satisfied my reason, and realizing I shared the same goal as my beloved filled my mind and soul with ecstasy.

Naturally, my body, serving as an instrument, was affected by this.

"Aah...!"

A pleasure higher and greater than any before crashed over us like a tidal wave.

"Ngh..."

He pulled me deeper into his embrace as he climaxed.

Shallow peaks rippled through me like aftershocks as his member twitched and released inside me.

As his release was ending, he pulled me into an embrace and rolled half a turn to place me on top of him.

His face, viewed from above, was filled with happiness as gentle as spring sunlight.

"Ilesha..."

He softly stroked my cheek while quietly calling my name.

Now after our coupling, his heart was beating even faster and harder. So much that it seemed it might burst.

"Thank you for choosing me."

'If you had chosen someone else, I would have been incredibly sad and in pain,' he mumbled quietly.

'Perhaps I used up a lifetime's worth of luck,' he seemed to say as well.

After pulling his cloak over to cover me, he gently patted my back.

"Sleep now. We'll need to move in an hour."

"Mm."

I didn't worry about being too heavy.

I didn't mind the discomfort of sleeping on his firm body.

Those were trivial concerns compared to the security of being pressed as close as physically possible.

I was fine with it, and he surely was too.

Using the sound of his heartbeat felt through our pressed skin as a lullaby, I drifted off to sleep.

In a happiness no less profound than what had shown on his face.

---

A old, desolate city.

I stood still among the ruins of rusted and crumbling buildings.

I quickly realized this wasn't reality.

Because while this place was familiar, it was somewhere I would never visit again with my own two feet.

Sensing this wasn't a mere dream, I slowly turned around.

There stood a being.

[Well? Have you finished considering?]

It was him - the one known by many names: the Gluttonous Monarch, the God of Bets, the Fallen Wanderer.

Perhaps because this was a dream, I didn't feel the threatening aura I had when he possessed the boss monster.

I nodded and held out my hand.

"Show me the contract first."

Yumi had told me that one can never be too careful with contracts.

She said to examine everything thoroughly, from the clauses down to the words and particles used in the sentences.

She had even offered to look it over together if I ever needed to make a contract, but that was no longer possible, so moving on.

I carefully studied the sentences on the crisp paper he handed over.

At its core, this contract was a bet on the outcome of this world.

Once a winner and loser were determined, each would have to grant the other's wish.

And the price for participating in this bet was to cleanly resolve the contract between Elias and the Gluttonous Monarch.

"What exactly do you mean by 'outcome'?"

[Hm? You've experienced it yourself, haven't you? The qualification verification quest.]

"That's too abstract. How would you define the outcome of our world where I'm the only survivor? Besides, if you keep deceiving us with endless 'finals' and 'true finals' like before, how could we ever end it? To be honest, this seems way too advantageous for your side..."

His expression grew increasingly weary as I bombarded him with endless critiques and questions.

'This is a good chance to resolve all my curiosities.'

I asked about everything - why he was doing this, what happens to defeated gods, what had become of our world by now, and more.

Even things unrelated to the contract.

"You said you want me to become your successor. So I need to know when that would start, how long it would last, what kind of training I'd need, and what duties I'd have."

-was my excuse.

In the middle of my scattered, contextless barrage of questions, I clapped my hands once as if suddenly remembering something.

"Ah, there's something most important."

[...What is it?]

"Elias and I have promised each other eternity. Whether I lose and become your successor or save this world and live out my remaining life, I can't be separated from him. You need to guarantee this part."

That was the most crucial condition of the contract for me.

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