You have consumed [Snake Hunter’s Saliva].
New skill acquired: [Predator’s Insight]
[Skill: Predator’s Insight (Lv.1)]
By focusing your gaze on the enemy’s body for at least 10 seconds, you can detect physical weak points such as tense muscles, stiff joints, or imbalanced posture. The detected weak points will emit a faint shimmer visible only to you.
Note: Requires calm focus. Cannot be used while panicked or distracted.
Velmora’s voice pulled Nathan back, snapping him out of the sudden rush from acquiring the skill after—well, technically—swallowing her saliva.
"Are we close?" Velmora asked, her face flushed, an innocent mix of embarrassment and excitement glowing on her delicate features.
Nathan nodded, unsure what else to say. His hands slowly drifted away from Velmora’s cheeks, his posture straightening—quietly offering her an open invitation to continue playing with his private blade.
Snake Hunter? This shy monster? Nathan stared at Velmora’s face.
Her red hair slightly covered her forehead, a drop of water sliding down her cheek, landing softly on her beautiful chest. Nathan swallowed hard, the natural beauty from that pure innocence making this dirty act feel almost like a beautiful celebration.
Velmora’s fingers moved slowly, her hand sometimes grazing Nathan’s cock. The cock, which had lost some of its slipperiness after soaking in the river, made her touch feel a bit rough. Those slender fingers, never having touched sin before, explored the sensitive skin with hesitant curiosity, tracing the veins bulging from the tension of lust.
Her left hand formed an O-shape, pulling the skin down until Nathan’s tip stood tall, while her right hand hovered, index finger gently brushing the small slit where the male liquid would eventually emerge. Her movements were nervous, like a wind instrument player afraid of ruining the orchestra’s flow.
Nathan’s breathing grew heavy, his chest rising and falling as goosebumps prickled across his skin. Velmora’s warm, irregular breath softly blew over Nathan’s cockhead—sometimes gentle, sometimes hurried—like the footsteps of an introvert nervously hesitating before cutting in line.
Nathan’s head felt hot. ’She’s so gentle, this is too calm.’ His soul, already battered from the brutality of the rabbit fighters, was now feeling a strange sensation.
The graceful touch, Velmora’s breath struggling to stay steady, her shy smile — it all made this moment special for The First Legendary Dick Master.
Ahh... ah... feels so good, ahh... Nathan kept staring at Velmora.
Nathan’s breath hitched, his hands trembling slightly as he watched Velmora’s fingertip circling the tiny slit at the tip of his shaft. His legs tensed, toes curling into the slippery riverbed beneath him.
"Velmora..." Nathan’s voice came out hoarse, almost drowned by the sound of the flowing water around them.
Velmora lifted her face, wet red hair clinging to her forehead, her round eyes gazing up with a nervous, playful sparkle. "This... is okay, right...?" she whispered, her voice shaking as if afraid she might shatter something fragile.
Nathan sucked in a sharp breath, his face flushing deep red.
God... too innocent... but way too skilled... he thought, half overwhelmed.
Velmora tilted her head slightly, her fingertip now tracing slow circles. "Your body... keeps trembling... does that mean... you like it?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
Nathan’s mouth fell open, but only a shaky breath escaped. "Y-yeah... that’s... that’s a good sign..." he murmured softly.
Velmora giggled quietly, her warm breath brushing over Nathan’s skin, sending goosebumps racing down his spine. "I’m... happy..." she whispered, her voice nearly lost under the rush of the river.
Her grip tightened slightly—not painful, just enough to make Nathan hold his breath. Her lips hovered just inches above the head of his shaft, warm breath mixing with the chilly morning air.
Fuck... this is crazier than gooning until three a.m.
Slowly but surely, Velmora’s hands played a flawless rhythm, guiding Nathan’s length toward its final crescendo.
"Velmora... ahhhmmm..."
Nathan’s hands braced against the riverbank on either side of Velmora, his body bending forward. His right hand slid over Velmora’s stroking hand, and with a firm arch of his hips, the tension snapped into a perfect, melodic release.
The liquid signal of climax burst forth, brushing tenderly against Velmora’s chin. It slowly slid down onto her chest.
Nathan’s breath was racing, his knees weak. The pleasure created by the gentleness of the Snake Hunter made his legs waver; slowly, he collapsed into Velmora’s lap, the skin of his butt touching her scales. His head dropped onto her shoulder, his chin brushing her skin, his chest pressing against hers, until their skins were connected by the sticky liquid.
The First Legendary Dick Master didn’t care — there was no disgust, only a calm warmth, a tenderness that softened his lowly masculine soul.
"Na... Nathan... is... that hurt?" Velmora asked.
"No... that is... good." Nathan exhaled slowly, his knees still trembling. He rose from Velmora’s lap, their skins separating— a thin sticky line stretching, then breaking gently between them.
Nathan stood upright again, gazing at Velmora, who still looked adorably shy.
Goddamn, she’s so cute...
His lowly masculine soul was trying its best to appreciate Velmora’s softness and innocence.
Slowly, his head lowered— moving toward her forehead, half-covered by strands of red hair.
He kissed Velmora on the forehead.
Velmora smiled, both hands clasped in front of her chest, still streaked with thick fluid—her pose almost like someone in prayer.
Moments later, she rose to her full height. Nathan instinctively stepped back, "Wh... what?" He retreated a bit more. Velmora now stood tall, resembling a vigilant cobra, her hands still gently pressed at her chest.
The sticky fluid on her chest slowly dripped down to her stomach, brushing over her navel, sliding along her flawless V-line, and finally spilling over her shimmering red scales.
Nathan tilted his head back, gazing up at Velmora’s still-stunning face. Slowly, Velmora lowered her head, bringing it close.
Velmora kissed Nathan on the forehead—an act of appreciation, a pure feminine soul gently returning grace to his lowly masculine soul.
Nathan could only stand frozen, his soul almost slipping out of his body.
Velmora slowly backed away, her voice soft,
"I... will do something for you..."