Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 103

The teasing movements of Janus’s fingers suddenly paused. While her face had been hidden beneath the clothing to heighten the stimulation, Ayra’s once-pretty features had become a total mess. Her gray pupils, long exposed to prolonged torment and darkness, were blown wide. Her lips were soaked with saliva, and her cheeks, unfocused eyes, lips, and earlobes were all tinged a lustful red that only heightened his appetite. A dark gleam filled Janus’s eyes—the kind of gaze that didn’t just lick someone clean, but threatened to melt and swallow them whole.

His self-control was on the verge of snapping from the sheer visual stimulation. And at last, the long and brutal tug-of-war of pride came to an end. In that moment when Janus’s fingers paused, Ayra—unable to endure any longer—finally surrendered.

“F-Fine—ah, Janus, it’s good! Hng, just hurry, please, just shove it in already...”

Her long-suffering lashes and the corners of her eyes were soaked. Opportunities to torment her like this wouldn’t come around often. Maybe I should ruin that pretty face just a little more. Janus had been thinking that, his eyes glinting with malicious delight—when his expression suddenly froze. Ayra, overwhelmed by the halted pleasure, was trembling and moving her hips of her own accord, raising and lowering her ass. The flushed skin twitched as she shakily swallowed his two fingers down to the base, then trembled as she pulled away again.

“Ah... ah...”

When the fingers withdrew, Ayra let out a scream, rubbing her red, flushed cheek against the mat in frustration. What replaced them was a thick, blunt glans pushing deep inside. Even though she’d been stretched for a long time, it wasn’t enough to take it in one go—only the tip made it in.

“Haa... how much should I give you, huh?”

Grinding what little patience he had left between his teeth, Janus asked, trying desperately to resist the urge to ram all the way in.

“Say it, Ayra. I’ll feed you as much as you want... right here? Or all the way here?”

His fingertip traced pointedly along her belly as if stabbing, as he pressed and prodded. Ayra’s entire body was flushed red, her breath ragged as she shook her head from side to side. It felt like she had a fever—like heat was rising all the way to the crown of her head. Her cheeks, her eyes, her lips burned, and she felt like she could die from suffocation alone. And still, Janus’s other hand gripped her cock tightly, waiting for a clear answer.

“Or should I just... haa, just feed you this much and call it a day?”

“Put—ah, nnngh, please, just put it in! Ah! All the way, I don’t care, just do it, all the way—ah, ahhh!”

Only after Ayra’s voice spilled out in true begging did Janus finally let go of the last remnants of his self-control.

“...Ah, ahhh! AAHHH!”

The veiny, brutal shaft slammed into her guts in one merciless thrust, and at the same time, Janus released the iron grip he’d held on her. The pleasure, delayed again and again before striking like lightning, left Ayra with no room to even feel pain. Her cock, now flushed red and freed at last, jerked a little—then, several seconds later, finally began to pulse and spurt.

The orgasm that struck after such prolonged denial was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Ayra trembled in that ecstasy, her whole body shuddering. The aching pain of her insides being fully spread open only reached her as an aftershock, long after the waves of pleasure subsided.

“Ah, ahh—ahh, hhk!”

When she came to her senses, she was being rocked violently by that weapon-like thing still buried inside her. The peak that had just crashed over her was already starting to build again.

Janus, who had held out nearly as long, vented his lust with a savage mouth—biting and licking wherever he could reach. Every time that thick shaft pulled out, Ayra’s insides clenched as if they’d be yanked out too. And when it rammed back in with a wet slap, a sharp mix of pain and twisted pleasure spiked through her. Her peripheral nerves were on fire with overstimulation.

“W-Wait—nngh, mmph, mm!”

Before she could even ask to pause, her lips were sealed. Janus kissed her violently, tongue like a predator’s, and let out a mad little laugh between kisses.

“Ayra, hnn, why is it that... the more I do this with you... the better it feels?”

With every syllable he spoke, the brutal shaft pounded into her again. Goosebumps raced down her spine. Hm? Answer me, he said, not even waiting for a reply before diving in for another kiss. It wasn’t a kiss—it was devouring.

She’d only come once, but already Ayra felt like she was dying. Her thighs and abs were cramping; she could hardly breathe. But mercilessly, her lover sucked out the last of her breath, dragging out moans of desperation.

Unlike Ayra, who was at her limit, Janus—who had held back far longer—was just getting started.

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I should’ve just pushed Janus into the frozen lake...

Lying still, Ayra thought sincerely. If she had, maybe she could’ve fainted more easily...

From head to toe, every inch of her body ached like she’d just finished an intense full-body workout. It was no surprise—Janus had utterly ravaged her all night long.

There was no other word for it but abuse. Whenever Ayra said she was tired or wanted to stop, he would torment her until she had no choice but to beg for more. The moment she whimpered, "It’s good, please keep going," he’d snap and become even more vicious. In the end, she’d run out of stamina and passed out.

Even so, by the afternoon the next day, she could finally move a little—but because Janus had pounced again during the day, she ended up bedridden and they stayed at the ruins an extra day.

Still, her mood wasn’t bad. Thanks to this, Janus’s favorability had risen by a whole 2 points. Until now, no matter how hard she tried, she’d barely managed to raise it by 1—and now she’d gained 5 in just a few days...

I replaced the screw-up administrator, wiped out the ma-beast swarm, scored a pile of spirit stones, and I’m making real progress with Janus’s favorability.

Everything she touched lately seemed to go well. She almost wanted to hum. Wrapped in a thick blanket, lounging atop the leather rug, it felt like a mini vacation.

“Anyway... where did Janus go?”

She’d slept like the dead, and when she woke up, the spot beside her was already cold. Figuring he’d come back soon, Ayra got dressed. The sunset was beautiful, but the glittering lake under the morning sun had been truly stunning.

It was chilly, but views like this didn’t come often, so she bundled herself up in the blanket and sat by the brazier, enjoying the warmth. When she glanced down at her hand, the Pebble was unusually quiet—nodding off like a sick slime. She gave it a few gentle strokes, and it popped up a heart before slipping into a deep sleep.

I don’t usually overwork it, Ayra sighed softly. Entering Janus’s dreams or triggering favorability events was fine—but if overused, the Pebble might not be available when truly needed. And besides, when it read someone’s heart, it wasn’t just the Pebble that got exhausted—her magic drained like crazy too.

After gazing at the lake for a while, she went to feed the horses and was just returning when the peaceful lake’s surface began to ripple. Curious, she watched—and a moment later, Janus emerged through the icy water. He cut through the thin sheet of ice, heading straight toward her with smooth strokes.

Ayra’s eyes widened. He went swimming in a frozen lake? Are all dragons like this? Worse yet—he was completely naked. Like a beast shaking water from its fur, Janus whipped his head and droplets scattered everywhere. Ayra deliberately avoided looking at his groin. After being tormented all night, the last thing she wanted to see first thing in the morning was that monstrous thing.

“Good morning. Just woke up?”

“Yeah... aren’t you cold?”

Water trickled down his sculpted torso in beads, making him look indecently seductive—but Ayra recoiled in horror. Just looking at him made her feel colder. Janus rubbed his shoulders once or twice and replied casually, “A bit chilly, yeah.”

“Let’s eat.”

In Janus’s hands were two huge fish. Both had slightly bashed-in heads, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) like they’d been punched. Ayra changed her mind. Good thing I didn’t throw him into the frozen lake...

“Dry off first. I’ll light the fire.”

She pulled a towel from subspace and tossed it to him. Janus wiped himself down quickly, then picked up his clothes from the bushes and got dressed. Meanwhile, Ayra brought over firewood and started a new campfire. Fires fueled by magic stones didn’t produce much smoke, which was nice—but they didn’t add much flavor when grilling directly.

Ayra, with the practiced hands of someone who had dissected countless beasts in the dungeon, cleaned the fish with smooth, precise movements. She sprinkled salt over them, then used magic to float them above the fire and rotated them as they cooked. As they whitened, the oily winter flesh glistened appetizingly. Once done, she gave Janus the fish as thick as her calf, split the one the size of her forearm in half, gave Janus one part, and took the other for herself. Even that was plenty.

This is... the taste of sea bass...!

Ayra nearly teared up from delight as she bit into the fish. If it hadn’t been freshwater, it might’ve been perfect for sashimi. As they enjoyed their perfectly grilled breakfast, Ayra and Janus exchanged peaceful banter.

“There are fish this big in the lake?”

“Hmm? That’s a weird one. Didn’t think this species lived here.”

They chatted about the massive fish swimming gracefully across the lake, its rainbow-colored fins like fans spreading wide...

“It would’ve been nice to set up camp at those ruins.”

“Was that building always there? Well, seems decent to stay in.”

Their conversation was trivial. After finishing their meal and beginning to pack up, Janus suddenly said in a tone like he’d just remembered:

“Oh, right. I’ve got a present for you.”