Silvia sat on top of him and straddled his thighs, leaning down to kiss his soft, but chapped lips. She licked and nibbled on him, adding much needed moisture.
Her hand slid down his chest, over his abs, until she reached the waistband of his boxers.
She looked up at him for permission. When he gave her a small, shy nod, she pulled the fabric down. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, the flushed head glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
Lloyd's entire body seizes the moment Silvia wraps her hand around his cock, his eyes widening in surprise. He jerks up as his body shudders from the sensation, a loud gasp tearing from his lips.
He kicks his legs out the moment Silvia gently rubs over the head, already drooling precum and leaking moisture everywhere.
"Sensitive much?" Silvia purrs, her eyebrows raising when Lloyd's hips buck into her hand. Lloyd covered his flushed face.
"Quit teasing me. Ah fuck, I really feel like some bullied kid." He muttered.
He feels Silvia's lips press to his cheek, her eyes pinned on his expression as she strokes him from base to tip. Lloyd lets out a strangled cry, his back arching ever so slightly off the bed.
Silvia sucked a mark on his flat stomach, thumb lightly pressing to the weeping head, coaxing more arousal. "You're so wet."
"That's usually my line" Lloyd chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement. In response, Silvia pressed her thumb down on the tip of his member with more pressure, smirking as Lloyd held back a moan.
She twists her hand over his cockhead and it's more than enough to make Lloyd keen. Her palm is already slick from how much Lloyd is dripping, her gaze lowering when Lloyd hips begin to thrust up in a shallow rhythm.
"There we go. Good boy."
"Don't patronize me." Lloyd gasped.
Shit. He clenches his jaw, another surge of arousal pulsating through his body as his thrusts quicken, turning more erratic. He was already this close from just getting touched. It was humiliating!
And yet, he knows why.
It was all because of her.
Just hearing Silvia talk to him like this, seeing her gorgeous face, feeling her touch, it was too much for him. It was driving him fucking crazy. Helplessly, his cock gave another twitch of interest, a tiny bit of warm moisture leaking from the reddened tip.
She sped up her hands, moving up and down with vigor and finally giving Lloyd a much needed release. His semen gushed out strongly, coating her already wet hand.
"How the tables have turned" Her green eyes curved up mischievously, looking every bit of a fox.
Lloyd was flushed red just by seeing his essence on someone else's hand.
"I'm so pathetic" He grumbled.
"Hm? How so?" Silvia probed at him.
"I'm getting all worked up over getting touched like this. I'm supposed to be the one at top, right?" Lloyd seemed unsure himself.
Using her clean hand, Silvia ruffled his silky, black hair.
"It's okay to take a break every once in a while. Pleasure should go both ways in an relationship. I don't think less of you because of this, rather," She kissed the bridge of his nose.
"I can't help but think how attractive you are like this. Ah, just the thought of a handsome, ripped man getting undone below me just riles me up~" Lloyd gulped, slightly afraid of the glint in her eyes.
With one last kiss, she pressed him down and tucked him in.
"Go to sleep okay? I'll wash up."
Exhausted from today's work, Lloyd quickly fell asleep.
…
Lloyd carried on with his strict regime, ate twice as much as he usually did, and practiced shooting with Uncle Shen a few times. He couldn't practice with him very often because Aunty Yang was still upset at him, so they could only practice when she wasn't around. Well, that was the reason Uncle Shen gave him.
When he wasn't shooting, he was testing out knives and daggers. His prey started out small in the mornings. He precisely hit fleeing squirrels and jumping rabbits by throwing daggers and carved out their guts using a sharpened knife.
It wasn't easy at first considering his precision and agility were pretty low. He found a few crops that would boost these stats like carrots and swiss chard.
At night, he would target the creatures lurking under the shadows. He was able to defeat a boar with just his steel tools instead of relying on speedy bullets. Safe to say that the family was eating meat with every meal, much to the delight of little Nora.
Finally, after 3 weeks of grueling training, he leveled up.
[Lloyd Driack: Farming Class]
[SSS Skill: Crops Grown Become Mythical Edibles.]
[Accelerate (10 MP): Crops grow faster]
Stats
Strength: 250
Precision: 45
Agility: 60
Dexterity: 110
Stamina: 80
Mana: 700/700
Rank: F+
Two whole sub ranks, hell yeah!
To get to the next rank, it was clear he needed to train for a lot longer to fully awaken, but he would take this rank for now. Unfortunately, the need to wait for his crops to grow did slow down his growth tremendously.
Maybe one day I'll unlock instant growth or something. How overpowered would that be?
And his small stomach space, nurtured by a few years of near starvation, didn't help either. Moreover, his training regime definitely improved his strength, but it didn't seem reflected in his stats. He remembered how his stats started out as zero across the board, only increasing by eating his crops. So, he reasoned that the stats were more like addons to his prowess, enhancers to his body.
The portal would be opening soon, perhaps in a week. But before that, he needed to meetup with the rest of the villagers. There were usually many willing to volunteer, so Lloyd wasn't worried about lacking teammates. He wondered who would volunteer this year besides Uncle Shen?
Hopefully, there won't be any deadweights.
Anywho, with his increased mana capacity, he would be able to boost 70 crops instead of 50 now!
After a goodnight of sleep, Lloyd went to town square to meet up with the other villagers
…
The town square was already lively by the time Lloyd arrived. A decent sized crowd had gathered, more than he expected for this early in the morning. He hung back at the edge and just existed by blending into the crowd. Most of the villagers gathering were men with their only being a few women. Children were notably absent. Someone had thought to keep them away.
Am old man stood up front, notebook in hand. It was one of the village's elders. Lloyd recognized him from when he was a child, Elder Marsh. He was one of the three elders that ran this place, long before Lloyd was born. The man's whole head was gray and white and had a stocky build with a stoic face with surprisingly few wrinkles.
"Alright, alright. Settle down." Elder Marsh raised a hand. The crowd quieted immediately. "As you all know, the portal opens in approximately one week. As always, we're looking for willing volunteers to represent our village and keep our home safe and prosperous."
Whispers of agreement rippled through the crowd. No one seemed scared. Nervous, maybe, but Lloyd expected more considering they were going fight for their lives soon.
"We have confirmed names already." Elder Marsh continued, scanning his clipboard. "Shen Yu, Mark Doyle, the Zoink brothers, and Priest Han."
A priest? Since when was there a church?
That wasn't important though. Uncle Shen was already confirmed to go.
"Anyone else wishing to volunteer may sign the sheet after this meeting. Prize money this year has been increased to reflect last year's difficulties. As always, those who give of themselves for this village will be remembered and honored."
Lloyd held back a scoff. My father died but I don't remember getting anything out of it. Unfortunately, his aunt had run away with the prize money, so Lloyd couldn't get any of it.
Lloyd stepped forward anyway. "I'd like to volunteer."
The chatter died rather quickly. A few heads turned. Then a few more. Then most of the square was looking at him with expressions he couldn't fully understand. All he knew that his skin prickled and his arm felt goosebumps. Well, Lloyd was never good at public speaking to begin with.
"Lloyd Driack. Jihoon's boy, right?" Elder Marsh spoke calmly.
Lloyd was surprised the elder had remembered him.
"Yeah. My dad also 'volunteered' before and thats how he died." Lloyd spoke bluntly. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The Elder wrote his name down in the notebook.