Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1257: Chapter 36: Hot Spring (Part 3)

Under Fatty’s control, the Mecha crested a ridge, passed through a small grove, then climbed up along a sheer cliff face. The Mecha’s suspension system rippled gently like waves, without a hint of bumpiness.

A few minutes later, the Mecha was standing on a small hilltop.

Arm in arm with Fatty, Milan stared dazedly down the mountain.

It was a small valley basin, no more than one or two square kilometers across. The surrounding peaks rose up and sealed this little basin off completely. Running down from the hills was a ring of dense forest, and in the middle of the trees lay a beautiful lake with a mirror-smooth surface. The lakebed was a pale blue; a few dead logs covered in green moss lay quietly at the bottom.

The deep blue sky, the white clouds, and the green shadow of the surrounding forest were all reflected on the clear, still surface of the lake, forming a picturesque scene.

The Mecha leaped down from the hilltop, passed through the silent forest, and came to the lakeshore.

Hand in hand, they stood by the lake, breathing in the slightly chilly early-winter air of Canglang Star’s northern hemisphere. For a moment, they only felt tranquil and at peace, utterly relaxed in body and mind.

”Want to take a bath?” Fatty gently wrapped an arm around Milan’s slender waist, his hand slipping along the seam of her clothes, lightly caressing skin that was smooth and tender like silk and satin, feeling the springy give of that delicately slim waist that fit so perfectly in his palm.

Milan leaned limply against Fatty, cheeks flushed as she snuck a glance at him. ”The water’s really cold right now...”

”There’s someplace that’s not cold...” Fatty smugly planted a kiss on Milan’s cheek. He’d discovered this place last time when he came back from that sneak attack; he’d long since planned to bring Milan here. Naturally, he’d scouted the surroundings carefully. And in doing so, he really had found something out of the ordinary.

”Come with me.” Fatty took Milan’s hand and led her along the little lake, circling about halfway around. Then they followed the shoreline where it wound into the woods for less than two minutes, until they reached a small pool connected to the lake.

Before Fatty could say anything, Milan had already let out a delighted cry.

The forest around them was silent; under each towering tree a thick layer of yellow and red fallen leaves was spread out. Dense steam rose, drifting over the small pool like a milky white mist.

Hot spring! Milan, thrilled, threw her arms around Fatty and gave him a fierce kiss, then darted over to the pool like a little deer, reaching out to test the water that was sending up those wisps of thick mist.

It was, after all, a natural artesian hot spring, and the temperature was extremely high. But the section of the pool that connected to the big lake felt wonderfully comfortable. The warm water wrapped around her fingers, and Milan almost wished she could just melt her whole body into it.

Women are always helpless against beautiful scenery and warm water. During these more than twenty days on the run, never mind soaking in a hot spring—being able to take a shower in the Transport Mecha had been a luxury. Not until they broke through Hot Spring Town had Milan finally been able to wash up properly. Just thinking about how embarrassed she’d been last time she bathed, when she’d started thinking about Fatty, made her whole body go weak.

And now, that damned Fatty was standing right behind her, his lecherous gaze fixed on her waist and ass.

”Turn around, you’re not allowed to look!” Milan bit her lip, her eyes glistening as she glared at Fatty.

”Okay, I won’t look!” Fatty straightforwardly turned his back to her.

She knew perfectly well this Fatty was definitely not going to keep his word, yet all Milan felt inside was a soft warmth. This world, this forest, this warm little pool—there was only her and him.

Her slender, snowy jade-like hands gently pulled down the zipper of her combat suit. The beige one-piece cold-weather suit slid off her smooth shoulders; her cloud-like hair slipped free from the hair tie and fell like a waterfall. Her pink bra and panties dropped, one after another, onto the white lab coat spread out on the ground...

With a barely audible, melodious moan, long legs, a smooth and springy beautiful ass, a slim but powerful waist, all slid one after another beneath the warm surface of the water.

Fatty turned around and looked at Milan.

The thick white mist was slowly curling between them, blurring his vision.

”Aren’t you coming?”

That sultry, bone-deep voice was like a soft, ambiguous vine reaching out from the fog, wrapping around Fatty in strands as fine as silk.

Fatty took off his clothes. Like a wild tiger, he stepped into the pool.

The gauzy veil in front of him gradually thinned as he drew closer, and those bright, shy eyes became clearer and clearer. As his body moved forward, the pool water flowed lightly over his skin. Ripples spread outward, and a smooth naked body wrapped around him like an octopus.

Fatty’s hands cupped Milan’s full, springy ass. He squeezed just a little, and it drew a charming little cry from her. Milan’s long, jade-like legs twined around Fatty’s waist, her trembling breasts bobbing with the rising and falling water. From head to toe, every inch and every line of her was beauty taken to the extreme, temptation taken to the extreme.

Milan curled her arms around Fatty’s neck, gazing into his eyes with a mix of shyness and boldness, her whole body soft as if she’d lost all her bones. Still, she forced herself to sound tough. ”You damn pervert, what are you trying to do?!”

The corners of Fatty’s mouth curled into a grin like a big bad wolf spotting a little white rabbit. He was already a fucking pervert—what good deed did you think he was going to do!

You’re the one who pushed me into this!

He lowered his head and kissed the woman’s crimson, fragrant lips. One hand gently closed around that soft, full mound floating above the water, his fingertips brushing over the pert little bud of rosy red...

In the forest, a light breeze blew past. Thick steam drifted back and forth over the surface of the pool, gathering and dispersing... Moans like sobs and whispers rose and fell without end. In the mist that thickened and thinned, two naked bodies were tangled together. A moment later, that slender jade body was flipped over, and the plump, round, upturned ass beneath her slim waist quivered furiously under the violent thrusts, waves crashing on the shore...

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Mm, here’s your big climax. Writing this scene really killed me and brought me back again. But I figure a lot of bandit army brothers have been waiting ages for it. Fuck, you’re all a bunch of sex-crazed bandits!

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