Volume 3 Chapter 37 Chasing The Shadow Of The Past III ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”I’m gonna get pregnanttttt♡♡”
Jolt!
Sarah’s shoulders trembled, and inside, she clenched tight—like a vacuum suctioning around him.
Kian’s penis was being squeezed and sucked by the powerful pressure of the next Twelve Divine Generals, a genius girl almost guaranteed.
Holding Sarah’s shoulder tightly, Kian poured all his taboo desire into her forbidden depths.
”Ohhh!”
Plop, plop!
Gulp, glug, glug!
Gulp, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!
Plop, gurgle, gurgle!
Squirt, squirt, squirt!
A tremendous burst of semen flooded his fiancée’s tight walls.
Sarah’s eyes widened at the insane amount of cum.
Ignoring her, Kian kissed her, intertwining his tongue with hers without a word.
It was a kiss driven only by mutual desire.
While the ejaculation and the throbbing climax continued, Kian was lapping up sweet saliva.
”Ughhh…, no, I, I…, I said I didn’t want it…”
”I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back.”
”It’s alright. Today was the day mother said we couldn’t get pregnant? Besides, if it happens, I’ll blame mother.”
”Sarah…”
If this actually happened, if he really violated her like this… would she still forgive him?
If so, then she was truly a kind woman.
(And I’m a bastard…. I couldn’t stop myself from violating this little girl, Sarah.)
As he fell into a light self-reproach, “Hey, don’t make that face,” he was smacked on the forehead.
Sarah sat up, looking at him with sparkling black eyes.
”Hey, if we’re going to do this, let’s keep going a little longer? I feel so good… everyone said it would be painful and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t at all. Actually, I want to experience it more…. Maybe it’s a bad time to ask?”
(Sarah…)
”I’ll never stop. I’ll defile you as many times as you want.”
Kian said that and hugged Sarah’s body.
* * *
He hugs her from behind and inserts her in a back position.
As he entered, Sarah let out a soft “Nn…” her brows knitting together—only to relax moments later, resting the back of her head against Kian’s shoulder.
He lifted her white top, exposing her small, delicate chest.
He plucked Sarah’s pink nipple, rolling it between his fingers before pressing a kiss to it.
”Mmm… ahh…Feels so good…♡”
She let out a languid moan, sticking her tongue out *shliiiip shliiiip.*
When he squeezed her nipple, her breathing hitched, and her vaginal muscles tightened considerably.
It felt like a tiny, treasured object being sucked up from the root.
Their lower halves ── well, actually, they were both covered by Sarah’s white skirt, but the air was thick with a heady, almost perverse, scent.
Kian’s crotch was slick with Sarah’s abundant lubrication.
He thrust his erect penis, pressing against her lower abdomen through the skirt.
As he rubbed against her vaginal wall *grinding grinding,* Sarah let out a small, high-pitched cry. “Ahhh!”
Her arms reached up, stroking his ear.
A tang of sweat wafted up from the opening of her armpit.
He tangled his tongue with hers like it was playing in water *slurp slurp,* and Sarah laughed with a wicked smile.
”So happy… I… I absolutely have to marry Kian!”
”My wife, huh? Every day will be this exciting, then.”
”Yes, of course. It feels so good. I could do this forever.”
She arched her back, her spine taut.
The pressure on his cock intensified, his cock feeling buried deep within the folds of her.
Kian groaned, and Sarah giggled mischievously.
”Found your weak spot.”
”Ugh, hey, stop it, that’s… bad! Ahh!”
”Haa… ah, ngh…♡ T-Together, let’s… c-come together… haahhh!”
Her hips moved beneath the skirt.
She squeezed and kneaded his penis *squish squish,* and his orgasm built rapidly.
”Uuuhhhh! I’m gonna come!”
”Ahh, n-ahh♡”
Sploosh!
Plop plop!
Gush gush.
Squirt squirt squirt squirt!
”…♡”
He continued kissing her even as he ejaculated.
He squeezed her breasts, which felt soft and springy, and Sarah licked her nose, even more excited.
After eating dried figs, he smelled saliva from his nose.
”Let’s go for it now”
As the shiny voice whispered in her ear, Kian pressed her against the bookshelf and began to fuck her again.
* * *
Their secret union in the library ended up lasting until evening.
For a moment, he even considered skipping the duel event with Abbas altogether. But as the library’s closing time approached, they could no longer continue, forcing them to leave.
After tidying up their clothes, they stepped out of the library and onto the academy road, bathed in the warm hues of the sunset.
Kian and Sarah walked side by side, and before either of them realized it, their hands had naturally found each other’s.
”Hey, um… Kian?”
”Hm? What’s up?”
Sarah’s face was still tinged red as she raised her voice timidly.
She reeked of that unmistakable post-intimacy scent, and with strands of her hair clinging to her sweaty skin, anyone passing by could easily tell what had transpired between them.
She fidgeted, her gaze fixed on the ground.
”Should we… I mean… find another place where we can be alone?”
”Eh? Wait, are you──”
”I think… I want to, you know, do it again.”
”It was really… that good for you?”
”Y-yeah… It felt amazing.”
”Ah, I see.”
Despite everything, Sarah wasn’t even real.
She was just a shadow──a figment of this construct──and once she’d handed over the required information to Kian, this world would cease to exist.
Even if they delayed, Priscilla would likely yank him back before long.
(Alright, let’s think… Where’s a good spot? Is there anywhere we can be alone around here?)
Lost in thought as he tried to rummage through his memories, Kian suddenly noticed Sarah had stopped dead in her tracks.
”Sarah?”
As his eyes shifted over to her, his attention was caught by a shadow──a presence──that he hadn’t *noticed* until now.
To their left, down a side street branching off the academy road.
A twisting path leading to the training tower, where a group of around ten people was heading straight toward them.
Kian instantly recognized every single one of them.
Sarah, too, likely knew at least half of their faces and names.
”Kian, how about we take a detour?”
Sarah suggested with deliberate nonchalance. Before Kian could respond, a shaman materialized out of thin air beside Sarah.
It was a high dark elf shaman──a man, his attire bearing the crest of House Vahid.
”Sir Kian, Sir Jibril has summoned you. Over there.”
Following the direction he pointed in, Kian noticed the group from earlier closing in quickly from the side street.
Their pace was steady and determined.
They were heading straight for him.
At the front of the group stood the figure of a boy, one that was so nostalgic it almost hurt.
Kian’s lips naturally formed the name.
”Jibril…”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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