I can Use Filthy Game Skills In The Real World-Chapter 70: Bouncing Glances!

"What brings you here?" she asked, setting the stick aside for a moment and brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

"I came to gather wood for the fire," I replied, gesturing toward the trees behind me.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes curious. "Want to head back down together later?"

"Sure," I said with a nod, trying to sound casual. "I’ll probably finish up first, so I’ll come find you here."

Emily smiled again and gave me a small wave before turning back to her work. "Alright. Be careful up there," she said, already focusing on the laundry again.

As I stood there for a moment longer, watching her hands expertly work the fabric, I couldn’t help but notice how her breasts moved with each motion, bouncing slightly under the thin, wet fabric.

I swallowed hard and quickly turned away, heading uphill before my wandering thoughts got the better of me.

Once I reached the upper stream, I wasted no time rinsing off my body, letting the cool water wash away the sweat and grime.

Refreshed, I set to work building a simple carrying frame, recalling the techniques.

The task brought a familiar sense of focus, helping me push aside any lingering thoughts about Emily.

With the frame ready, I made my way to the scattered firewood pile and began stacking the logs neatly.

At first, I was careful about the weight, but as I continued adding more, I lost track of how much I’d already loaded.

By the time I stepped back to check my work, the pile had grown far larger than I’d intended.

"Can I even carry this?" I muttered to myself, eyeing the towering stack of wood with growing doubt.

I reached out to test the weight, gripping the frame tightly. My fingers dug into the vines securing the logs, and I braced myself, bending my knees and preparing to lift.

The sheer size of the load made me hesitate for a moment, but there was no turning back now.

"Ungh!" I grunted as I pushed off the ground with all my strength. To my surprise, the frame lifted far more easily than expected.

It wasn’t light by any means, but it didn’t feel anywhere near as heavy as it should have.

I paused, steadying myself and letting out a slow breath. A grin spread across my face as the realization sank in,my ’Perfect Body’ wasn’t just stronger; it was far beyond what I’d thought possible.

Testing the limits of my Perfect body, I gripped the loaded carrier and lifted it with everything I had,only to realize I didn’t need to try so hard.

The massive load felt ridiculously light, almost like an empty barbell during a warm-up set at the gym.

For a moment, I just stood there, marveling at my own strength and silently thanking whatever luck had blessed me with this body.

"This is lighter than I expected," I muttered, adjusting my grip. Judging by the size, the weight had to be somewhere around 200 kilograms, but it might as well have been feathers.

At least I wouldn’t have to make another exhausting trip down the mountain.

Feeling good about that, I picked up my pace and started heading toward the river where Emily had been washing clothes.

When I arrived, I spotted her tidying up the area, almost done with what looked like a mountain of laundry.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making it impossible not to notice how well-defined her curves were.

I didn’t mean to stare, but before I could decide whether to step out and announce my presence, she suddenly started undressing.

My breath hitched.

Emily pulled her dress over her head, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her large breasts bounced slightly as they were freed, and before I could process that sight, she slipped off her soaked panties too,leaving herself completely naked.

I froze.

She wasn’t just attractive. She was flawless.

Her breasts, probably around an F-cup, swayed naturally with every small movement. Pale pink areolas sat perfectly centered, and her nipples were soft yet slightly firm.

My eyes drifted lower,down her slender waist, over her wide hips,and landed on the smooth, bare slit between her legs.

Then she shifted, spreading her legs slightly to wring the water out of her clothes.

That tiny movement gave me a glimpse of her tight, untouched entrance,so pristine it was obvious no man had ever been there.

Damn it.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. I’d never seen anything this erotic in my life, and every fiber of my body screamed at me to take her right then and there.

But I clenched my fists and forced myself to stay hidden, burning the image of her naked body into my memory until she finally started putting her clothes back on.

Once I was sure she was dressed, I stepped out and acted like I’d just arrived.

"Emily, are you done?"

She turned around, smiling when she saw me. "Yeah, I just finished. Wait... did you carry all that wood down here by yourself?"

Her eyes darted to the massive load strapped to my back, and I gave a quick nod, pretending it was no big deal.

"Wow... I knew you were strong, but this is incredible."

I tried not to smirk. She looked genuinely impressed,especially since even Arkan, the village’s best mercenary, wouldn’t have been able to haul this much in one trip.

"Should we head back?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Sure," she said cheerfully, walking beside me as we started back toward the village.

But the walk wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped. No matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept replaying the image of her naked body,her soft curves, her tight slit, her perfect breasts. Every step made it harder to ignore the ache building in my pants.

Not now.

I forced myself to stare straight ahead, biting down on the inside of my cheek. Emily’s personality screamed innocence, and if I let my body betray me now, I’d ruin everything.

Focus.

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