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🕑 Added 2025-09-20 20:19:19 +0000 UTCChapter 63: The Big Guy
By now, I could understand the tribe’s language to this extent. My wife replied,
“It’s fine. I’m full.”
What was going on? I slowly turned my head to peer inside the hut. There was a torch for repelling insects inside, so although it was dim, I could see everything. My wife was there, taking a cup from the man and drinking. The man sat across from her, also raising his cup.
“How is the village event?”
“It’s the same as usual. I think it’ll end soon.”
The man took a sip of his drink and looked at my wife.
“How did you know I was on sentry duty here tonight?”
My wife put down her cup and answered,
“Someone told me. That you’d be here alone. I didn’t know you all took turns standing guard here every night.”
I didn’t know that either. I’d thought this place was just for ritual animal sacrifices.
“I’m not here all night. I go back before everyone goes to bed. I was hungry, so thank you for bringing food.”
It seemed my wife had brought food to him first, and the man had gone to the village to get drinks.
“I wanted to thank you for saving me when I almost fell in the water the other day.”
The man grinned. He’d always had a blank expression, but when he smiled like that, he seemed like a nice person. Maybe his large build had made him seem intimidating.
“Anyone would have done the same in that situation.”
There was a brief silence. My wife broke it.
“It happens to be an event day, so I thought you might be bored standing guard alone.”
The man smiled and raised his cup.
“It’s fine. I’m not bored.”
“But this event…”
My wife started to say something but stopped. The man didn’t press her. He probably already knew what she was going to say. As their conversation paused, the distant drumming seemed to grow louder. The rhythm was speeding up. The mating event was reaching its peak.
In the slightly awkward atmosphere, the two just looked at the floor and sipped what was left in their cups. There was a rustling in the forest, like an animal’s cry. That sound prompted them to sit side by side. My wife lowered her head and said,
“You’re really strong. You lifted that heavy fish with one hand…”
The man smiled and nodded.
“That fish was heavy, but I can lift even bigger ones with one hand.”
Men’s bravado and showing off must be universal.
“Wow… amazing.”
My wife’s exaggerated reaction made the man look a little embarrassed.
“I’ve just been bigger and stronger than others since I was a kid.”
My wife nodded, and their conversation stopped again. They just sat there, drinking in silence. After a while, even after finishing their drinks, they remained seated. The man, perhaps sensing the awkwardness, said,
“Would you like some more?”
My wife shook her head.
“No… I’m starting to feel a little tipsy.”
Silence again. When their conversation stopped, the village drumming sounded even louder. My wife, still with her head down, spoke.
“Shouldn’t we go back before the event ends? That way…”
The man stayed silent. My wife pointed toward the man’s groin and said,
“You need to take care of that…”
In this place, even with a loincloth, the men’s genitals are naturally visible when they move, especially when sitting on the ground. Right now, the man’s penis was visible, sticking out from the side of his loincloth. Even as he saw my wife’s finger pointing, he didn’t cover himself, just looked ahead and said,
“It’s fine.”
My wife turned to him and said,
“Still, this event hasn’t happened in a long time…”
The man kept looking straight ahead. The mood became awkward again. My wife said nothing more, and they both stared forward. Another stretch of silence. Like a DJ turning up the BGM after a pause, the drumming grew louder.
After thinking for a moment, my wife stood up. She walked toward the entrance where I was peeking in. Startled, I quickly and quietly hid myself in the bushes. My wife walked to the campfire and stood there. She began to dance to the drumming, just like the villagers. Her breasts bounced with her movements, and the necklace between them swayed as well.
In the dark jungle night, lit by the campfire, my wife dancing looked so beautiful it didn’t seem real. The lingering heat of the day had left her body sweaty, and the firelight made her skin glisten. As her hair flew, beads of sweat scattered and sparkled in the air.
As I was mesmerized by her, the man came out of the hut and began to sway to the rhythm in front of the fire. He and my wife stood on opposite sides of the fire, dancing to the drumbeat. Whether she noticed his presence or not, my wife kept dancing enthusiastically.
For a while, the two danced wildly. I wondered if my wife had always been so lively, then remembered the alcohol she’d drunk. Maybe the magic plant’s effects, along with the alcohol, were taking hold of her.
As the drumming gradually slowed, the man suddenly went over and lifted my wife in a princess carry. She squealed and laughed. He tossed her in the air and caught her, and she laughed like crazy. It reminded me of how strong fathers or uncles used to toss us as children. He did it a couple of times, and my wife clung to him so she wouldn’t fall, and then he spun around with her in his arms.
Their physical contact became more natural, and the man’s hand naturally touched my wife’s breast. As they played, their loincloths shifted, revealing both the man’s penis and my wife’s pubic hair. But neither seemed to care at all.
Since the man started tossing her, my wife’s feet never touched the ground. His strength was obvious. He slung her over his shoulder like game and carried her back into the hut. The drumming from the village faded and slowed.
I hurried to the entrance and peeked inside the hut again. The man set my wife down on the floor and sat beside her. He, too, was out of breath, and my wife’s chest was heaving as she breathed heavily. The man suddenly stood and covered himself with his loincloth, saying,
“The event is ending. I’ll go get more drinks before it’s over.”
Without waiting for my wife’s answer, he took two cups and headed for the entrance. I quickly hid in the forest. The man walked briskly toward the village.
I moved along the hut’s wall and spotted a small light on the opposite side. I went over there. The hut walls were built so tightly it looked almost like modern lumber, but there were small gaps between the logs. Peering through, I could see inside much better than crouching at the entrance.
Inside, I saw my wife sitting on the floor, panting. She was drenched in sweat, her hair slightly wet. After a while, she flopped down on the floor, lying on her chest with her hips turned to the side, breathing heavily. Her hips were prominent, not small, and her large, exposed buttocks glistened with sweat.
As she caught her breath, I heard the man running from afar. Soon, he appeared in the entrance, holding two bamboo cups. Seeing my wife collapsed, he seemed briefly surprised. As he approached, my wife struggled to sit up. He handed her a cup, and she drank it down like water-she must have been very thirsty. Watching her, the man sat down beside her and drank too. The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
