Chapter 250: No Bra, No Problem
"Ouch"
SLAP!
"Careful with the teeth, Captain Horsey."
The moment the centaur girl tried to take my cock inside her mouth, she ended up biting the tip, and the pain was too much; even blood came out.
"Sorry," she mumbled, looking up at me apologetically. Unfortunately, my slap woke her up from the lustful daze, and she immediately let go of my shaft, slightly crawling backward.
"W-What did I do?" the horse girl asked, her eyes wide with horror. "Why did you try to force your... thing inside my mouth?"
"..."
"W-What? I was just thirsty," she answered, looking away sheepishly. "I wasn't thinking straight. You-you should have known better."
"..." I just stared at her blankly, wondering when this became my fault. She was the one who decided to have a taste of my honey.
"Get up and let's go meet your father before I shove a 20-inch cock inside your mouth," I declared, dissolving the chains holding her.
"Y-Yes," the centaur girl shuddered in fright, hastily getting up and stumbling over herself. "My home is south of the lake. The trip should not take us too long."
"Very well, Captain Horsey," I chuckled. With a clap of my hands, both our bodies were cleansed from her own cum. Then I saw her standing up and taking something out of a nearby bush—it was the ugly-looking brown leather bra. The girl had D-cup breasts that made my mouth water. I mean, come on, how can you not like big bouncing breasts, especially with her giant pink nipples?
"Shall we be off, pervert thief?" the centaur girl spoke, looking at me with a hopeful look after she put on that ugly bra.
"No," I said firmly, staring hatefully at that brown thing. "No bra, Captain Horsey. Show me some respect."
"Wh—" The horse girl gasped in disbelief.
"No bra," I repeated myself. I just wanted her to discard that thing for me to ravage those lovely breasts.
"But... but why?" she stammered, clutching the bra protectively. "It's not proper to go without it. What if someone sees me?"
"..."
"Seriously?!" I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Someone? Captain Horsey, we're in the middle of nowhere. And besides, I've already seen everything there is to see. Now, take it off."
"I..." She blushed deeply, her grip on the bra tightening. "But... but it's embarrassing. I can't just... just walk around like this."
"Sigh," I sighed, taking a step closer to her. "Look, Captain Horsey, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about. You're gorgeous, and I want to enjoy the view. Besides, it's not like I'm asking you to parade around in front of strangers. It's just me. And I promise, I'll make it worth your while."
The centaur girl's face flushed a deep shade of red, her hands trembling as she clutched the bra. She looked torn between embarrassment and defiance, her equine ears twitching nervously. For a moment, I thought she might argue, but then she let out a frustrated sigh and reluctantly tossed the bra aside.
"There," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself. "Happy now, you pervert?"
"Very," I said with a grin, my eyes lingering on her exposed breasts. They were indeed magnificent, full and firm with large, rosy nipples that begged to be touched. But I forced myself to focus. As much as I wanted to indulge in the sight, we had more pressing matters to attend to.
"You look absolutely stunning, Captain Horsey."
"Well..." A light tinge of pink bloomed on her cheeks as she tried to cover herself with her arms. "Thank you."
"Hehehe," I chuckled, gently prying her arms away. "Don't hide yourself, Captain Horsey. You're beautiful, and you should be proud of it. Now, come on. Let's get going. Your father awaits."
"Alright. But only because you promised." She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
"That's the spirit. Now, let's get moving. We've got a long journey ahead of us," I said, turning toward the south.
The centaur girl shot me a glare but didn't argue. She fell into step beside me, her hooves clacking against the ground as we made our way to her father's house. The air between us was awkward, filled with unresolved tension and desire, and I couldn't help but glance over at the centaur girl from time to time. Her bare chest bounced slightly with each step, and I found myself admiring the way her muscles rippled beneath her smooth, tanned skin. She was a warrior through and through, and there was something undeniably attractive about her.
We continued walking for a while, and gradually, the awkward silence was replaced by easy conversation. We spoke of all manner of things—the weather, the surrounding wildlife, the state of the roads. There was an almost casual familiarity to it, despite the fact that we were complete strangers. We finally arrived at her home.
A small primitive hut made of wood and thatch, situated beneath the shadow of a great old oak tree. The sunlight was streaming through its leaves, giving the whole scene an idyllic look, which was contradicted only by the fact that the grass around the place was all dead and withered.
"Is this where you live, Captain Horsey?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "It's a bit, uh... humble."
"Yeah, yeah. I know what you're thinking—it's small and pathetic, but at least it's better than sleeping outside," the centaur girl said, shrugging. "At least building it was easy for someone like me."
"Huh?"
"Well, I'm a centaur," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone as if that explained everything. "We're not good at building and stuff."
"Right," I nodded, though I didn't quite follow. But I decided to let the matter rest and focus on the task at hand. "Anyways, the place looks cozy. Is your father inside?"
"Yes."
As we approached the hut, the centaur girl's demeanor changed. Her previously fiery spirit and easygoing attitude had completely disappeared, replaced by a soft, worried expression. She knocked gently on the wooden plank that acted as a door, calling out in a quiet tone.
"Father, I'm home."
"..."
There was no reply, and the horse girl didn't wait for one—she just entered. The place was poorly lit. The floor was covered in animal hides and tree leaves, the only source of light was a small fireplace, and the smell of decay and blood was strong enough for me to notice. However, when my eyes landed on the male centaur lying on the floor, unconscious, I was truly shocked by the terrible sight.
His human part was actually larger than average. If he were a normal human, his size would be that of an enormous muscle beast man—a giant of two and a half meters with gray hair and battle scars all over his body. However, this man wasn't human; he was a centaur, and the horse part of his body was... well. Do you know those tiny miniature ponies people like to parade with at children's birthday parties? Those types of things—that's his horse body.
A horse no bigger than an ordinary dog. My gaze flicked from the little body to the big body, and a chill ran down my spine. It looked like something from a horror movie, with its sickeningly light brown skin and emaciated limbs.
"Damn, Captain Horsey, what the hell happened to your father?" I muttered, my eyes wide. I knew he was suffering from some strange disease. His tiny legs were covered in dark purple veins. He looked as if he had been poisoned. Just by looking at them, I could see that his legs were soft like the bone had turned into nothing—just muscle and flesh.
"I... I don't really know," she whimpered. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto her chest. She trembled, her hands grasping her father's hand tightly.
"He was already suffering from multiple wounds caused by those filthy green monsters, but they weren't fatal or anything," the horse girl added. Her words were broken and choked. It was clear how much she loved her father and how much his condition was affecting her.
"But one day, he suddenly fell sick for no apparent reason. His body began to shrink, and his legs became weak like they were hollow. It's like he can't control his own body."
Ding!
[Morgana, I detect the same magical signature I detected from the futa centaur's testicles inside the older male centaur's body,] Herma suddenly spoke.
"What?!"
"Something wrong, Perverted Thief?" The horse girl suddenly turned around, her big blue eyes staring at me, a pleading look on her face. "Y-You promised to help my father, right?"
"Yes, yes," I waved my hand in reassurance. But internally, I was in utter shock. When I recalled that the artifact inside the girl's testicles could absorb the mana from the air and also from living beings, the only possible explanation was that her father's condition was because of that purple stone.
'Let's just wake her father first and then examine the situation more clearly.'
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