Chapter 194: Lotsa Death!
Whether out of fear or shock, Yartiel didn’t stop the onslaught from going on. We were probably close to the hundreds of millions of Hobgoblins killed by this point, in fact. And, with their stupidly low intelligence, fighting them was easy, and extremely boring.
Our enemy obviously went with quantity over quality, even if these Monsters are decently powerful. Worse is… that Celia isn’t benefiting from this at all; as she cannot gain any more EXP. For me, yeah; I have gotten quite a few Levels during this, but I am beyond bored to death, and don’t need more power than what I already have.
Slash!
Celia: “Do you think that…we can pile up enough bodies to reach space? The current heap is close to a skyscraper height wise…” She asked with a nonchalant tone, as she severed another Hobgoblin’s head, sending it flying.
Vulely: “I would scold you for saying something so fucked up, but I am also bored. Such things aren’t typically your style, Celia; though, I’ve started to consider trying out what these beasts taste like…” I replied with a deep groan.
Celia: “Ah, don’t bother with that taste test. I tried cooking Goblins long, long ago; they taste like burnt plastic, regardless of how well you cook their meat. Never tried to eat a Hobgoblin before, though I am willing to bet that they also make very poor ingredients.” She informed with an oddly serious tone.
Vulely: “…”
The woman was not taking into account her current cooking skills. Even ingredients from a trashcan or dump would become 10-star meals after Celia is done with them. S-shit! Now I am actually thinking about eating these fucks, instead of just joking about it!!!…
Okay, before I go insane, it is time to end this little side quest of ours. I do hate to leave my wives side, but, there is literally no way that Celia will be in danger after I’m gone. The tide has slowed down, so Yartiel is weak at the moment; a truly perfect target for the sneaky me.
Sound Of Me Appearing Behind The Enemy Without Her Noticing!
Vulely: “…”
Yartiel: “O-oooh~…” She…moaned out.
Nope, no wai, fuck you; and this shit! This pissed me off so much… that I had forgotten about it until just now. Yartiel was (though, she was thankfully still dressed) currently… jilling herself crazy; the slicking and moans loud, completely and utterly unconcealed.
Slick!
Why has the final bit of my narration been so damn…erotic? This isn’t that type of story! Or rather, none of us were comfortable fully describing our sexual acts; so, while sex has been mentioned, this narration isn’t a smut story.
After all, Celia was pretty tightlipped about such things, back when she was the one narrating her life. Now, back to my present… is Yartiel doing this out of arousal, or necessity? Like Celia, I too, have gained the ability to block out memories I don’t like; so, I truly don’t recall the reason why Yartiel is doing this while gazing at my dear wife…