Sara’s tongue moved slowly along Lys’s cock, licking every drop of cum clean. She was still lying on her back on the desk, legs spread, body covered in his thick release. Her hair was messy and stuck to her sweaty face. She took him deeper into her mouth, sucking gently, making sure nothing was left.

  “Mmm…” she moaned softly around him. Her voice was weak and hoarse from all the screaming she had tried to hold back. “You taste so good… I can’t believe how much you came…I have never seen this much cum from any man before.”

  Lys stood over her, one hand resting on her head. He watched her clean him with slow, careful licks. Every time her tongue swirled around his head, a shiver ran through him. He was still hard, even after coming so hard.

  “That’s it,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “Get every drop, Sara. Good girl.”

  Sara looked up at him, her eyes full of lust even though she was exhausted. She pulled back just enough to speak, a string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his cock.

  “You made such a mess of me…” she whispered. “My dress is ruined now…… everything is messy and sticky now.”

  Lys smiled down at her. “Well, that's on you. You wanted it rough. You begged for it.”

  Sara gave a tired, satisfied laugh and licked him one more time, from base to tip. “I did… and I loved every second of it.” She kissed the head softly, then let her head fall back on the desk. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Cum dripped slowly down her stomach and between her breasts. Some was still on her lips and cheeks. Her eyes were rolled up slightly, like she was still floating from the orgasm.

  Lys pulled his pants up slowly. He looked at her lying there, completely spent, covered in his cum, legs still trembling. A deep sense of satisfaction filled him. This was his first woman in this world, and he had taken her hard on her own desk.

  He gently touched her cheek. “You did well, Sara. Really good.”

  She gave a weak nod, still unable to speak properly. Her voice came out in a soft, broken whisper. “Mmm… thank you…”

  Lys straightened his shirt. He looked at her one last time. “Don’t forget about the pelts. Notify the buyer in the capital as soon as you can. The sooner the better. I need the money for something.”

  Sara nodded slowly, her eyes still hazy. She couldn’t even form full words yet. “Mmm… yes… I’ll… do it… today…”

  Lys smiled softly. “Good. Rest now. I’ll see you later.”

  He turned and walked to the door. His legs felt a little shaky, too, but he was proud. He opened the door quietly and stepped out into the hallway.

  The talkative servant woman from the pelt collecting in the forest was standing right there, only a few steps away from the door. She had clearly been waiting. Her eyes went wide when she saw him. She looked at his messy hair, the slight sweat on his face, and the way his shirt was not fully buttoned. Then she glanced toward the room behind him.

  “Is… is my master okay?” she asked, her voice low but full of knowing the event inside the room. “I heard… a lot of noise earlier. She screamed twice. Is she okay?”

  Lys felt his face heat up with embarrassment. He knew she understood exactly what had happened. The servant’s cheeks were a little red too, but she kept a straight face.

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  He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to act normal. “UHH, She’s fine. Really fine. Just…a little tired. Let her recover on her own for a while, okay! Don’t go in yet. She needs some time.”

  The servant nodded slowly, but her eyes were full of curiosity. “I see. Should I bring her some water later? Or clean clothes?”

  Lys nodded quickly. “Yes, but give her at least thirty minutes. She’ll call you when she’s ready. And… thank you for not coming in earlier.”

  The servant gave a small, knowing smile. “Of course. I understand. These things happen sometimes.”

  Lys felt even more embarrassed. He cleared his throat. “Right. I’ll be going now.”

  He turned and walked down the hallway. Behind him, he heard the servant quietly open the door a little, then close it again. He could imagine Sara still lying there on the desk, covered in his cum, trying to catch her breath.

  After stepping outside into the sunlight, he took a deep breath and started walking home. His body felt lighter now, even though his legs were a little sore. The quest had given him a big reward, but the real feeling was the satisfaction of claiming Sara.

  He smiled to himself as he walked.

  The village was busy now, people moving between houses and the market. He blinked against the bright afternoon sun, realizing he had been inside Sara's house for almost four hours. No clock to check, but the sun's position made it clear.

  He started walking home, ignoring the soreness in his legs.

  ‘Mira and Elara are probably cleaning those pelts by themselves,’ he thought as he passed the blacksmith's shop. ‘The wolf skins were big and messy. They'd have to scrape, wash, and stretch them. Hard work for just two women.’

  He was begging to feel sorry for them, knowing he should have stayed to help, but the time with Sara had gone longer than planned.

  A group of women carrying water jugs passed him on the path. One glanced back, eyes lingering on him. But he kept walking, not giving them a mind. He was getting used to almost all the women giving him attention in this village.

  ‘It feels too easy, his mind turned as he rounded a corner. ‘I know, Sara might have fancied me a little, for her to give in that quickly. But still…’

  He remembers clearly the goddess’s words about the curse: half the men were dead in this world, and the rest were mostly unable to have children. But experiencing the side effects of that firsthand felt different. Addictive, even. As if his confidence had grown a hundredfold just from being with one woman here.

  Back on Earth, women weren't like this. Having lived a life of poverty and unproductivity, he was never noticed by women, unless he approached them first. But here everything was different. Women are the majority here, and they lack males.

  Women like Sara are common here, he realized. Only the wealthy ones had the luxury of attracting quality men. For a woman like Sara, finding someone young who was actually attracted to her? That was winning a small lottery.

  So in this mess, being a young-looking, strong man clearly has its advantages.

  A farmer's wife hanging laundry on a line near the road gave him a long look as he passed by her. He nodded at her, and she nodded back too, her eyes dropping to his hands, his shoulders, then quickly away.

  He stepped over a rut in the road, avoiding mud.

  ‘If even Sara struggled to find men like me, then what about women with no wealth? They must be almost desperate.’ The thought lingered in his mind.

  In this world, women weren't shy about sex because they couldn't afford to be. They were short on men. They needed babies to keep their families and their whole society alive. But beautiful women without power got ignored by the few men left. So when a man showed interest, they didn't waste time.

  ‘That means Mom falls into that category too, doesn't she?’ He slowed his pace, thinking. ‘She said she's used to men not paying her attention. So does that mean she's sexually frustrated as well? Then why did she refuse me that night? Because I'm her stepson? Or was she pretending not to like it, trying to hold the family together?’

  He already come behind his house. As he passed the well where they'd washed together, he remembered her body in the fading light.

  ‘Should I have pushed harder? Would she have let me?’

  An old man hauling water grunted at him. He gave him a warm smile.

  ‘No, he decided finally. Slow and steady is better. ‘She'll show her true nature eventually. And when she does, I won't let the chance slip.’

  He picked up his pace, almost at his house’s door.

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