106(1) – Zenyo! (II)

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PART 1 – Leaving!

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Verna wakes up a few hours before dawn. Nezsa is found passed out on the large bed, its wooden frame practically destroyed, the mattress flat on the floor.

Her beautiful, mature face contorted in pleasure, her eyes white, pupils rolled back as semen flows from her anus and vagina, as if endlessly. Her body still spasms from the intense orgasms she experienced in those hours.

Yawning, Verna leaves the room; there's plenty of activity. The nights are long, but the people of this world tend to sleep for about 6-8 hours, and are active for about 15-20 hours. That is, of the 40 hours that make up a day, about 21-28 hours are spent by the people of this world.

They have their own routine, where it's difficult to regulate things, but they live well this way. Strong bodies adapt to day and night without problems. What bothers Verna is her age.

They follow the annual cycle to calculate their ages, where each year has 415 days, which is 16,600 hours annually, while in Murim it's identical to Earth's, 365 days, 24 hours, totaling 8,760 hours annually.

As for metabolism and growth rate? The same. Of course, the bodies of people in this world develop faster, but it's practically the same time as in your world.

In the end, it's a matter of adapting to the day and night cycle of other worlds, one of the most common problems recorded in books by interdimensional travelers.

There are worlds that are always day or night, worlds that don't have a fixed calendar or the concept of years, where people measure their "age" every 100 days lived.

The universe is a huge mess that strangely makes sense.

…

Verna walked through the castle corridors. She's half-naked, wearing a tight thong to hide her thick penis, vagina, and anus from prying eyes, while her breasts are exposed, her incredible figure leaving men speechless.

She walks, passing several people, finding a place to get something to eat and drink. Normally she doesn't need this; she can manage for weeks without problems, but since she's bored and doesn't want to keep sleeping or fucking a now-delusional bitch, she decided to go out to eat and kill time.

While receiving a batch of warm bread, her gaze fell upon a beautiful woman with blue eyes and long blonde hair. Verna recognized her as one of Zord's daughters. The barbarian is old, almost 100 years old, which in Murim would be equivalent to almost 190 years.

Zord has dozens of wives, many of whom have died of old age. But he has hundreds of children, either from his main wives, or from various women he impregnated when he was younger, or just casual ones.

But it's not like getting a stranger pregnant is uncommon. The people of these lands are quite libertine, more so than in her world. It's common to see large, hairy men giving their asses to others, accepting without problems, not holding back their moans.

If men want to have sex with another and the other accepts, they'll just compare the sizes of their penises; the larger one decides whether he wants to be dominant or submissive.

In this world, sex is the most common thing to happen, and they don't treat it so much as a power game. It's just fun, and gender or appearance doesn't matter.

And going back to one of Zord's many daughters. Verna saw her with a cracked lip and a black eye. A quick connection made her understand that the blood on Nezsa's hands and face when she entered her room belonged to her, but not only to her.

Verna smiled, she smiled back and recoiled, seemingly afraid. Verna doubts it's fear of her; it must be of Nezsa. This explains why so many women have avoided her and not tried anything.

Carefree, Verna savored the food; she truly enjoyed the cuisine. It was salty and hearty, something to fill the stomach, but not only that. Living in an extreme environment, they needed something to fight with, so they developed all sorts of technology to improve food.

Then, over centuries, they developed mutant plants to survive in this cold, transforming them into rich, very precious foods and spices. The taste of baked bread is incredible, then came the beer, extremely strong, which even affects her a little.

And that explains a staggering Zenyo entering the dining room. He found Verna and sat down, panting slightly.

“I see you had quite a bit of fun. Is your butt roasted?” – Verna jokes, and Zenyo just raises his middle finger.

“The people here have pretty big dicks, of course, I’m still bigger. Lucky I didn’t bring Calah here, it would have been chaos.” – Verna laughs lightly, and Zenyo sees the bread served in front of him; he eats, but upon seeing the drink, he pushes it away. “I will never drink alcohol from this world again.” – He growls and gets some water.

“The drink is tasty and strong; the dwarves of our world would go crazy for it and want the recipe. I dare say it’s almost as strong, if not stronger, than the dwarves’ drink.”

“It’s stronger!” – Zenyo said, huffing. – “It got me drunk faster than I could have noticed.”

“Yes. The fact that I took two men to the room is good proof of that.” – Verna laughs and Zenyo blushes.

Zenyo may have given up his alpha male facade, but he still holds back quite a bit and doesn’t let the madness take over. It’s quite common for people to lose control when they’re having sex. Zenyo isn’t like that; he always has moderate sex and is in control.

But today, he was a masturbation puppet for the two big men.

“I wonder how strong the dwarf drink of this world is.” – Verna smiles curiously.

“I get nauseous just thinking about it…” – Zenyo burps and holds back vomit.

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Dawn breaks and Zord delivers Verna’s reward. A bag full of valuable jewels and lots of gold. Verna also gets some of the Coliquer materials for future research.

Zord wanted to talk about certain things, but…

“My companion and I greatly appreciate the hospitality of your people, but we’ll be leaving in a few hours.”

“What? So soon?!” – Zord was speechless. – “Didn’t you like something? Did that tramp do something?!” – He started to growl.

“It’s nothing like that, I really liked the place, but I’m looking for challenges and I want to see the world. Thank you for everything, but I have to go.”

“You said you’re looking for a place to settle down. Are you thinking of making Froos that place?” – Zord asked calmly, but already knew the answer.

“Zord, for everything, I’ll be honest with you.” – Verna became serious. – “I hate ice. I find it irritating, even if the cold doesn’t bother me, imagine having to constantly clean the ice. I wouldn’t live in a place like that, I respect and admire your people, but I prefer a warmer place, where people wear fewer clothes.”

Zord laughed and nodded. Within a few hours, Verna and Zenyo were already packing their things and leaving. The people were still celebrating; it was a silent departure, and it would take time for them to notice her leaving.

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Zord was disappointed, drinking alone, lost in thought, until his door exploded and a familiar woman, naked and with several marks all over her body, appeared. – “WHERE IS SHE?!” – Nezsa roared in madness.

“Verna? She’s already gone.” – Zord said, and Nezsa, furious, attacked him, grabbing his neck. – “HOW COULD YOU LET HER GO?!”

Zord frowned and pushed her away, but it seemed Nezsa was crazier than he thought, so she put more force into it.

“Stop now, you crazy woman! What’s gotten into you?!” – Zord roared as he knocked her to the ground, which cracked from the impact.

“That was the best sex of my life!” – Nezsa howled in a lamenting tone. – “She fucked me like I was a toy! Her huge cock went so deep it almost made my eyes pop out!”

Zord frowned. – “How could you let her go?! Where did she go?!”

“I have no idea.” – Said Zord, perhaps understanding why Verna had left so quickly.

“DON’T LIE TO ME!!!” – Nezsa appeared and attacked Zord, who defended himself.

“CALM DOWN, WOMAN!” – Zord roared and landed a heavy punch on Nezsa’s face, who smiled madly while trembling, then leaped and hugged Zord’s torso, then slammed him against the ground.

Nezsa mounted Zord, having already destroyed his clothes. – “For now, you’ll suffice!” – She growled, and Zord grabbed her neck.

“Damn! Okay!” – Zord curses and, with steam emanating from his body, he goes into a rage, determined to fuck Nezsa.

A savage battle, seemingly fought between two beasts, begins. The room is destroyed, the chaos greater than in the room where Verna fucked Nezsa.

This shows the difference between pure savagery and controlled intensity.

Nezsa wasn't satisfied with Zord, but she couldn't get any information from him about where Verna went, so she went looking for information, starting to beat up many people to find out which direction the pair went.

(Author's Note: Okay, another crazy, nymphomaniac woman obsessed with the protagonist? ✓)