Chapter 86: Side Story - The Sli and the Knot Hole
It was sothing that happened about two years ago.
At the ti, the season was shifting from winter to early spring. The farmland assigned to us had entered a fallow period, leaving us in a limbo before receiving our next plot of land.
During this idle period, we spent our days roaming the mountains, catching slis, and selling them to magicians.
When I first started selling slis, the price was an impressive 100 gold per sli. But for so reason, the market value suddenly plumted, and they were barely worth 5 gold each—practically worthless.
Still, what could I do? During the fallow period, with no farming to occupy us, there wasn’t much else to do. Besides, if I could catch a few slis while gathering firewood, the extra inco was enough to afford a drink or two.
As winter dragged on, there were no branches left to collect near the village. Left with no other choice, I ventured into the forest near the knights’ training grounds—a place we’d been warned not to enter.
The trees in this forest were dead year-round, though I couldn’t say what the knights did to them. The sight made the old saying, "Nothing grows where the army treads," feel painfully real.
Burning these trees for firewood emitted a strange, unpleasant scent like night-blooming flowers, but with no other options, I resigned myself to using them. I was breaking branches when the thought crossed my mind.
Getting caught cutting down trees here could an being hauled off by the knights, but that only happened with respectable knight orders, didn’t it?
The mage knights were notorious in our village as a completely ruined order. All that remained were thugs masquerading as knights, the dregs of society.
"Would they really dare to ss with ?" I thought.
I was nearly two heads taller than most of my peers, with shoulders almost twice as broad. People compared to the ogres of old tales, who supposedly devoured n. Could such lousy knights even think of challenging soone like ?
“Phew…”
The branches were so dry that I didn’t even need my hand axe to collect them. In less than 30 minutes, my basket was full of dark, brittle branches.
"This should last a few days," I muttered.
While it wouldn’t even last a day in winter, during this warr period, I only needed firewood for cooking. Satisfied with my haul, I turned my attention to catching slis for tonight’s drinking money.
Rustle.
“Huh? Footsteps?”
This area was deserted, and anyone caught gathering wood here risked being reported and extorted by the guards. I quickly hid myself.
“Is it a knight?”
The person who erged from a broken-down house wasn’t what I expected. He was a young man with broad shoulders and a muscular build, but he was shorter and less bulky than . He didn’t seem particularly strong.
A strange piece of tal dangled from his waist, and he carried a thick bag slung over his side.
“Not a knight, then.”
From what I’d heard, knights wore armor so tough it could repel any monster. They moved faster than horses and could slice through boulders with a single swing of their swords. This guy had no armor or sword and looked more like a petty thug.
“He’s not a woodcutter, and judging by his physique, not a farr either. What’s he doing up here in the mountains?”
To make matters worse, he wasn’t even using the proper trails we had forged. Instead, he wandered aimlessly, taking odd paths.
“Is he one of those idiots from the capital? Heard they’re into health trends, gathering their own mushrooms and whatnot.”
I recalled hearing stories of clueless city folk picking random mushrooms in the mountains, only to end up in the temple seeking treatnt. This guy seed like one of them.
“Not that I have ti to worry about him. I’ve got my own problems…”
For a farr like , relieving pent-up frustration ant one of three things: paying a hefty sum to sleep with a prostitute at an inn after harvest, saving up for a dowry to get married, or simply jerking off.
To even think about buying a drink or spending a night with a woman, I had to hustle during the fallow season, catching slis to sell. There was no ti to waste.
Still, the way his bag bulged and twitched unnerved . I tried to dismiss it as none of my business and focused on catching slis that were dissolving fallen leaves nearby.
“What’s in that bag? Slis?”
The way his bag writhed reminded of the slis squirming in my leather pouch.
Inside the bag, the movents were too squishy and fluid for there to be just a small animal; it must have been a sli...
Why on earth would soone carry a sli in their bag?
"Shhh..."
Being soone who couldn't contain his curiosity, I followed that guy sneakily.
People with good instincts usually notice when soone is following them, but this guy seed particularly oblivious, not noticing at all.
'It's definitely suspicious... What is he up to in such a secluded place?'
Not long ago, there was a commotion when a woman's body was found near our village, but the incompetent guards dismissed it, saying it was sothing non-human, a Homuncleitoris or sothing, and didn't even bother to investigate.
I missed it because I was late catching slis, but I heard she was a beauty unseen before in our village, with skin that hadn't seen sunlight, looking pale and emitting a sweet fragrance...
'Damn it! I don't even have a woman to screw, and he dares to kill a young and beautiful one?'
Moreover, after the guards casually covered up the incident, my distrust only grew when I saw this guy sneak into a secret spot with that suspicious bag.
If this bastard was a murderer or a criminal, I was ready to smash him with my hatchet as I closely followed him until he stopped in front of a large tree.
'What... is he doing?'
He took out a sli from his bag.
Holding a chilly sli, he muttered sothing in front of the tree. Was he just another guy who collected slis to sell? I felt a sense of futility.
'I wasted my ti. But why is he taking it out here? It should be kept in a leather pouch to prevent escape...'
Then, I witnessed a scene that turned the world upside down.
This crazy bastard suddenly shoved the sli into a knothole in the tree.
And then, he unzipped his pants and began to thrust in front of the tree.
'Ha... This guy is insane?'
Although I'm starving for a woman and jack off every night, I burst into laughter thinking how pent up one must be to do this...
After watching the guy fuck the knothole with the sli in it for 30 minutes, he eventually packed up the sli and left.
I checked the knothole he had vigorously used, and it was still warm inside, but there were no traces of the sli or him, at least he cleaned up after himself.
'The pervert has so conscience, at least.'
I chuckled to myself, touching the still-warm knothole when, as if blessed by the heavens, I found a red sli dissolving leaves and bugs on the ground.
'How good must it feel to do that?'
Seeing a sli that perfectly fit into the knothole, I hesitated, torn between my human dignity and curiosity about what that pervert had enjoyed.
'Recently I've been pent up anyway...'
Rather than just thinking about the occasional whore at the inn or the next-door neighbor while jerking off, I wanted to grab sothing and fuck it, and once my curiosity piqued, I couldn't hold back and finally shoved the sli into the knothole.
"Ugh... Why is this knothole so tight? Did that guy use a smaller one earlier?"
At first, I thought the sli would easily fit, but whether it was slightly bigger than the hole or the sli was resisting, it wouldn't go in, so I used the handle of my hatchet to force it in.
"How dare you resist a human, you re sli?"
As I forcefully pushed the wriggling sli into the knothole, so of it oozed out and tightly sealed the entrance.
The sight reminded of a woman's pussy, and instantly, my dick was throbbing, so I hastily dropped my pants, grabbed my dick with my right hand, and thrust into the knothole.
'How good must it have felt for him to last 30 minutes? I can barely manage 3...'
I'm big, and so is my dick, but the whore at the inn says it's too soft and lacks firmness, blaming her loose pussy on a healthy man's dick.
Swoosh.
"Oh...!"
This was a completely different sensation. Encased by the sli, there was no risk of my dick getting scratched in the knothole.
Closing my eyes and imagining a woman while masturbating felt infinitely better, and I could understand why that guy had snuck here to jack off with the sli.
Initially resistant, the sli gradually beca slicker, easily accommodating my dick, making think it could even turn sli into a female.
That's when I realized it!
I could never be satisfied with ordinary won again...
"Ugh, ugh, ugh! Here it cos!!"
In less than the usual 3 minutes, I ca inside the sli, feeling my thick sen flow into the sli and knothole.
"Ah... That felt good."
Still feeling the sen trickling out, I pulled my dick out of the knothole and took a brief rest, thinking about going for another round.
"Oh... My dick... My dick?!"
While enjoying the slick feeling of the sli on my dick, I hadn't noticed my skin lting away, turning into a mix of blood and mucus.
"Ghaaaaaaa!!"
Fortunately, since the insertion was brief, I managed to avoid becoming impotent by just wrapping my dick with bandages and applying herbs. However, I never looked at slis the sa way again.
But I had already realized.
How wonderfully a sli could please a man.
Soday... I might fall for the temptation of slis again.
Those damnably tantalizing and obscenely seductive creatures.
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