The Mountain's Trail

Chapter 75: The Mountain's Trail

Late as the group made it into the mountainous region, September had been tracking the next monster they were going to collect and harvest. 

It had been too long since the last time they had done any hunting of the sort. Going back to what they were originally supposed to do felt like going back to the well and picking up some water in a bucket. It was refreshing and crucial. The way September Autumn was tracking the monster in the mountains was through the help of her breasts, which contained the magical essence of her powers, the precious mana milk. Her breasts were following the magical signature of the monster in the mountainous region. Which meant that her nipples were thick and erect and intensely hard at the moment. Yes. September's nipples were pointing her into the right direction. Sometimes, as the group moved forward, her nipples would move by themselves, pointing in a different direction. Sometimes, it was to the left. Other times, it was to the right. Even sometimes, it was way up when the Autumn witch and the others were required to go up and escalated. Every time her nipples would suddenly and swiftly move like this, it would also cause her breasts to jiggle quite a bit. 

Boing! Boing! 

Their jiggling and bouncing movements would make these sounds as well, as if her titties were jumping on something. It was the sound of her mana milk moving inside of her breasts. Vividly reacting to the magical energy that her body was tracking in the monster within the mountains. Always on point. 

"Does it hurt when you are tracking someone or something and that they are moving like that?" April was so curious, so she asked, as she couldn't stop staring at September's moving and direction shifting nipples. It was so hard for the elvish young woman to keep her tongue in her pocket. She always asked what she had on her mind. She was that kind of person. The deeply curious kind. 

"It doesn't. Not at all," the Autumn witch replied to her.

"How does it feel then?" April continued asking more questions to her. She was so interested in her moving nipples that she moved to the head of the group and stared directly at them as her thick nipples poked through the nose-hole of her jack-o-lantern breastplates. Everyone in the group could see her naked nipples, but April deeply desired to be at the head of the group to see them as well as possible. Could April be envious of September's nipples too? 

"I'm not interested in sharing that detail. Stay on guard. We are close to it. I can feel it. We are close to the monster's hiding."

"Why would you not be interested in sharing how it feels to have your nipples tracking monsters and moving as they do?" Junk questioned her. "Is that because it's turning you on or something like that?" he dug a bit. The Autumn witch didn't say anything about that. "Is that it? You really don't want to say because it turns you on? How about that? You are always acting so cold and stern and serious, and you don't want us thinking that you can get aroused as well, huh?" the Minotaur was asking all the right questions. He was right. 

"Oh, is that true? Is Sep horny right now?" April interrogated about that as well. The young elvish woman hadn't thought about that to be honest. Now, it was making a lot of sense to her. Could the cold and dark mistress be horny as well. It was becoming more and more of something that could be the case. 

"Quit wasting time and playing around, you too," she said to them. Almost feeling like grounding them for making fun of her. Even though they were truly not. However, to her, they were both disrespecting her, and she couldn't admit to herself that she secretly and deeply enjoyed being the center of attention like this. The reality was that tracking this monster in the mountains was indeed turning her on. And then mentioning it out loud made that even worse for her (or better for her, depending on how a different person would look at it). She ended up shrugging her shoulders and ignoring them for the most part. There were more important things at hand at the moment, and she totally felt like she was the only one working here. She wasn't that surprised, though. April was a clown disguised as a ranger. She preferred having fun rather than doing any work and scouting the area and being serious for two seconds. Junk didn't care. The only thing he thought about was smashing faces when the enemies showed up. That was all he was focusing on, really. 

"You don't have to a bitch about it, witch. It's normal to be turned on sometimes. You know?" Junk mentioned to her, telling her that it was okay. Still, September ignored him and continued focusing on the magical energy she was sensing in and around this specific mountain they were exploring together.

"Junk has a point. It's absolutely normal, Sep," she agreed.

"It's here," she suddenly stopped walking and said out loud.

"What are you talking about?" April didn't understand.

"The monster?" Junk readied himself and asked her. 

"We found him. We should see him anytime now," the witch explained to the others. Eventually, April understood that it wasn't a joke, and she readied herself in a combat position. She still didn't have a weapon for herself, so she was planning on using her fists. 

"Where is it?" April asked her witch friend for guidance.

"The ghoul should be right here with us," she explained.

"Well, I don't see shit. Are you sure about this, witch?" the Minotaur asked her, questioning her, doubting her. But then, all of a sudden, a shadow could be seen behind the three members of the squad. No one had noticed it, but it was there. It was motionless. Not doing anything. It was standing still. Watching the witch, the ranger, and the knight. 

Using this surprise opportunity to its full benefits, the shadow suddenly moved for the first time and instantly went for the one who tracked it… September.