"Um… if possible, I'd like to die of old age."
Li Ke weakly raised his hand, but Kiri only smiled faintly.
"Not allowed. Next."
"…Then can I die of pleasure?"
"Sure. I'll make you feel good right now!"
Without another word, Kiri switched to a shotgun in front of Li Ke and began loading it shell by shell with a smile.
"Let me use this big baby to make your little baby feel good!"
Li Ke looked at the large gun, then glanced down at himself, and had to admit that the other side was indeed a bit bigger at the moment. But this was not something he could just concede.
"Well… I don't think I'm that small…"
Kiri, however, pressed the shotgun against Li Ke's head, her smile still warm and gentle.
"Then is it as hard and hot as this thing?! Want to test it?"
Feeling the cold muzzle against his skin, Li Ke really wanted to say that he was indeed hotter than it—of course he couldn't match the maximum temperature—but that wasn't how the comparison worked, was it?
Moreover, he could clearly see that Kiri's loading motion had actually ejected the shells; the gun was empty. Still, the fact that she was pressing a gun to his head…
One day he would return the favor by pressing a gun to Kiri's head!
Just like he had pressed against Lux's head!
To be honest, just now he had really wanted to push into that deep, tight passage between Kiri's long legs. He had wanted to feel those powerful thighs clamp around him while he slowly forced his way inside her, stretching her open inch by inch until she couldn't stay carefree anymore. But he hadn't been able to enter properly. With Kiri, however, he was definitely going to do it one day—until she cried, just like he had promised himself.
But the situation was stronger than the person right now, so he could only back down.
"Uh… but honestly, you don't even know how to use this thing. And Kiri—"
Li Ke's expression turned serious.
"Lux already tested it just now. Using the mouth can also generate energy."
"..."
Kiri's face was full of speechlessness, but she immediately gritted her teeth again.
She pulled out a revolver and pressed it against the forehead of Lux, who had been trying to quietly slip away, scaring the young girl.
"You think I care about doing it with you?! Plenty of men want to sleep with me, you bastard! And you, you little homewrecker! Get down there and suck it! I don't want to stay in this damn place for even one more second!"
"Eh?"
Lux froze. Looking at Kiri's displeased eyes and embarrassed, angry expression, she immediately understood the reason.
Kiri had always been telling herself "this is the only way to go back." But now that another method also worked, she no longer had a reason to convince herself.
Yet she herself was very curious, and she did have some good feelings toward Li Ke. Combined with her personality, this kind of reaction was only natural.
"But to repatriate someone, it still has to be done by the person themselves…"
Li Ke raised his hand again.
That was the truth. Although the repatriation prompt had appeared on Lux's body, there was no doubt that it hadn't been there before.
"Damn it!"
Kiri angrily put down the guns in her hands, then pushed Lux aside. She pulled off her gloves with sharp, irritated movements, exposing her bare hands. Without any hesitation she reached out and wrapped her fingers tightly around the thick, still half-hard length of his cock.
Her grip was rough from the start. She squeezed hard, feeling the heavy heat and the way the shaft pulsed against her palm, then began stroking with deliberate force. Her fingers slid from the base all the way up to the swollen head, then back down again in long, firm strokes. Because Lux's saliva still coated him, her hand was immediately slick; the wetness made every movement glide with a soft, sticky sound.
Her thumb pressed roughly against the sensitive tip, rubbing in tight, insistent circles over the slit and around the ridge of the glans. The strong, almost painful stimulation made Li Ke's hips twitch, but Kiri didn't slow down or soften her grip. She kept squeezing and pumping with clear anger and frustration, the soft flesh of her palm and fingers working the entire length without mercy.
Kiri's bare hand continued working him without mercy. The wet, sticky sounds of her palm sliding up and down the thick shaft filled the short silence between them. She squeezed harder on every upward stroke, her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh just below the head before twisting slightly on the way back down. Her thumb never stopped its rough, circular rubbing over the flushed tip, spreading the mixture of remaining saliva and fresh pre-cum across the swollen surface.
The strong stimulation was almost painful, but the heat and pressure of her firm grip, combined with the angry determination in her movements, pushed Li Ke past the point of holding back. Unlike the times with Tsunade, Erina, or the female merchant—when he had deliberately suppressed himself—he let the pleasure take him the moment it peaked.
His cock throbbed hard in her hand. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted in sudden, forceful pulses, coating her fingers and palm in heavy white strands. Some of it spilled over her knuckles and dripped down onto the ground between them. The release was sharp and intense; his hips jerked forward once, twice, while more of the viscous fluid continued to spill across her moving hand.
In that same instant, the energy value that had been sitting at 880 points jumped sharply to 1,120.
An increase of 240 points.
Kiri froze for a second, staring at the mess on her hand. She took a deep breath at the same time Li Ke did, then angrily flung the sticky white fluid off her fingers with a sharp shake of her wrist. Her expression was complicated—anger, frustration, and something harder to name all mixed together as she looked at him.
"This works too? You bastard!"
Li Ke looked at her carefully. The "repatriate or not" prompt had indeed appeared on Kiri's body as well.
He hesitated. His eyes drifted over the curve of her firm buttocks, the long, strong lines of her legs, and the soft swell of her fair breasts still partially visible under her clothing. After a moment he finally nodded.
"It's enough."
"You bastard! You—"
Kiri grabbed him by the collar with her still-damp hand, pulling him close. She opened her mouth as if to say something more, but the words never came out. In the end she only stared at him for a long second before helplessly letting go.
Her feelings toward him right now were a complete mess. She wanted to ask whether he was lying to her, or whether he was telling the truth. The internal conflict made her feel ridiculous, like an idiot arguing with herself.
Taking a deep breath, Kiri straightened her back. She didn't even notice the remaining traces still on her hand as she simply reached up and tidied her hair.
"Looks like this big sister doesn't get any final comfort after all."
With that, she turned around, walked to the doorway, and picked up the Heavenly Realm-style kimono-like clothes she had left there. She began putting them on piece by piece while walking back toward Li Ke, her movements sharp and irritated. When she stopped in front of him again, she looked up with a smile that still carried clear anger.
"Fine! Since you say you didn't lie to me, send me back right now! You bastard!"
"Alright."
Li Ke didn't argue. Being able to harm one less girl wasn't a bad thing.
He reached out and placed his hand on Kiri's arm. The moment his fingers touched her skin, Kiri's head snapped up. She remembered the words he had once said to Tsunade—the quiet promise about not letting her leave without something more.
"You really are a bastard!"
Her voice was thick with complicated emotion. Anger, reluctance, confusion, and something softer all tangled together. Before she could say anything else, Li Ke had already selected the repatriation option.
The world shifted.
A soft, invisible force wrapped around Kiri's body. Under Li Ke's gaze she began to fade from this place, her figure growing translucent as she was pulled toward another world. For a brief second her eyes met his—wide, complicated, and still carrying that lingering mix of frustration and something unspoken—before she vanished completely.
Then…
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!"
That was the scream Li Ke imagined for her in his mind. When Kiri reappeared in her original world, they could no longer hear her voice, but the connection still let them see her.
She was falling.
High in the open air, the blue expanse of the ocean rushing up beneath her. The moment the repatriation completed, her body simply continued the motion it had been in when she was originally pulled into this world—plummeting from the cliff she had been thrown from.
Her long hair and the sleeves of the Heavenly Realm clothing she had just put on whipped wildly around her. The expression on her face shifted rapidly from the lingering complicated look she had worn a second ago, to pure confusion, then to sudden, sharp terror as she realized exactly where she was.
Kiri had completely forgotten.
She had been in the middle of falling when she was brought here. Now that she was back, the fall simply resumed.
In the span of only a few heartbeats she became a distant, tiny figure against the vast blue. Then she struck the surface of the sea with a distant splash that they could not hear, disappearing beneath the waves.
"!!!"
Li Ke and Lux turned to stare at each other in shock.
Li Ke immediately opened his status panel. Seeing that the Infinite Traveler skill had reached LV2, he clicked on it without delay.
In the next second, three women's portraits appeared beneath the skill.
The first was Erina Nakiri, her expression as cold and indifferent as ever. The second was Tsunade Senju, looking half-drunk with a flushed, slightly unfocused face. The third was Kiri, her portrait frozen in a clear drowning expression—eyes wide, mouth open, long hair floating as if underwater.
Under each portrait was a travel button. Without hesitation, Li Ke selected the one beneath Kiri's image.
The system prompt appeared at once.
"Insufficient energy! Traveling to Kiri's side requires 200 energy points."
Li Ke froze for a moment. He glanced at the remaining 120 points on his panel, then at Lux, who was still standing beside him with a shocked expression on her face.
There was no time to waste.
He reached out, tangled his fingers in Lux's soft golden hair, and firmly pressed her head downward. The sudden force brought her face right to his still half-hard cock. The warm, soft lips that had already taken him once earlier brushed against the sticky, sensitive tip. A moment later her mouth opened under the pressure, and the wet heat of her tongue came into contact with him again.
The familiar slick, warm sensation of her small tongue sliding across the head made him suck in a sharp breath.
"Sorry, Lux! But this is to save someone!"