Volume 3 Chapter 47 Chasing The Shadow I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Natra stood before the bed, her voice tinged with a bit of nervousness.
”My lord, I have come for the night’s pleasure.”
”Pleasure? Tomorrow, I’ll be exhausted from practice anyway. I need physical enhancement for my throw techniques, but just a bit of magic power is enough, the kind you normally supply. I’ll call you again after the quest to recharge. You’re free tonight. If you can’t sleep, how about you play some games at the casino?”
”No, I wish to spend tonight with Sir Kian. ──Please, hold me.”
Kian swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
”I get it. Sex with Natra is just plain enjoyable. Best stamina and tightness. Can handle any wild position too.”
”No, that’s not it.”
Fluffing her short hair to the side, Natra knelt between Kian’s legs, her eyes clinging to his as she looked up.
”Tonight, I want you to think of me as my sister. I… I will try to be close to her.”
”What? What do you mean?”
”I will be her substitute. I look like her, face and body. My chest is flat, and my back is low, but if we hold each other well, you won’t notice. I’ll make sure you won’t. So… please, treat me as if I were her. You can even call me Sarah instead of Natra.”
”Rejected. What’s going through your head?”
Kian lowered his brows and reached for the water by the pillow.
Natra’s lips tightened in determination as she fumbled with the collar of her nightgown, then began to shed her white clothes like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
”――――.”
What emerged was a brown shoulder, a black cloth covering just her chest, a tightly cinched waist, and a narrow black lace Beastmen thong.
The kind of underwear a woman of Azrael would only show her master at night.
Unlike Rufna, who often exposed herself, Natra only showed her skin on occasions like this.
Using his vampire Magic Eye, he could tell she had taken extra care with her makeup, though it was still natural enough not to smother her beauty.
”…”
Natra stood up in front of Kian and let her nightwear fall down from her waist.
She looked down, her gaze directed at the floor.
Normally, she would use the skills she learned from Azrael to tease Kian, but today, she felt stiff like a shy girl for the first time.
”────”
”……”
As Kian looked confused, Natra suddenly placed her hand on her chest and bowed her head, saying, “I’m sorry.”
She picked up her discarded clothes and tried to walk away from Kian.
”Wait.”
”No, um…”
”I’m not uncomfortable with this. Can you calm down and tell me what you’re thinking? Why did you say you wanted to be a substitute for Sarah?”
”…My sister will never truly bend to Sir Kian. If anyone from Nakash’s family is suffering, she will act to help them. She won’t move for your sake. That’s just who she is.”
”That’s true. Since we were little, Sarah has always worked hard for others.”
”Even if you seek love from my sister, she can’t respond because the burden she carries is too heavy. …That’s what I think.”
Natra hesitated, then knelt down.
Her face looked like a sinner waiting for judgment, head bowed.
Did she think Kian would strike her in anger?
”I see, so you asked me to use you as an outlet for my desires instead of Sarah, who can’t respond to my love.”
”Yes. I don’t have my sister’s blessed body or her personality. But for you, I can pretend to be her. So, ──────── ‘Will you hold me, Kian?’”
In the darkness,
the girl, whose appearance was vaguely similar to Sarah, whispered in Azrael’s language.
She mimicked Sarah’s tone perfectly.
Even her expression resembled the soft smile Sarah had when she laughed.
Honestly, it seemed easy to take Natra, treating her like a young Sarah, fulfilling his primal desires.
But Kian controlled his feelings and gently pulled Natra closer by her shoulder.
”Ah…”
”Natra, you can never be Sarah.”
”…Hngh…”
His arms tightened around the girl’s back, fingers digging into the firm muscles beneath her skin.
Though her frame was slender, touching her like this revealed the hardened strength of a warrior──and beneath that, a softer layer of girlish flesh.
Kian buried his nose in her brown-black hair, breathing in that sweet, innocent scent.
It was almost criminal how good she smelled.
”Natra is Natra. Not Sarah.”
”Sir Kian…”
”How many times must I say it? I see you as you──my irreplaceable partner. Strange, isn’t it? To say this to someone I killed and resurrected as my servant. But you’ve stayed by my side, understood me, pierced through my defenses. I can’t treat you like a tool. So no, you’re not Sarah. You shouldn’t be. Be Natra──my ally, my confidant, my accomplice.”
”────────”
Sarah’s fine hair brushed against Kian’s lightly stubbled cheek, her soft skin pressing close.
Something warm trickled between them.
”F-forgive me! What am I even──”
”You’re overthinking. You’re still a teenager──just be yourself.”
”…Yes. …Yes…”
”Even if Sarah abandons me again, I’m not the same as back then. I have other precious things now. Ambitions. A reason to live. All thanks to my awakened abilities.”
Pulling back, Kian studied her face──delicate, lightly made-up.
”Natra. Walk this path with me, as my servant. I need your strength.”
”──Yes. Until my body crumbles, I am yours. My blade strikes for you. My secrets, my mind──all yours, until the world’s end. I swear it.”
”That’s… heavy.”
”Eh? Ah──s-sorry!”
”Don’t be. It’s very you. ──More importantly… wanna have s*x? Holding you like this got me really worked up.”
With a sly grin, Natra nodded softly.
”Yes. If that’s what my lord desires, I’ll serve you to the best of my ability.”
(So it’s just her duty to serve me, huh? Come to think of it, it’s always been like this. She’s always kept me at arm’s length, acting all dramatic like some high-class courtesan… I don’t like it.)
”Then lie down over there. I’ll tease Sir Kian’s manhood and help you release. You must be tired, so I’ll go easy──Sir Kian?”
He stood up silently.
Pulling the confused Natra close, he restrained her with his strength.
Tight, so tight, her slender shoulders and back pressed against his chest.
”Sir K-Kian? What are you──”
Ignoring her confused voice near his ear.
Kian cupped her well-shaped head and forcefully took her lips.
”Mmm!? …Ah…, mm, ju…!”
Thin lips.
Barely any softness.
Her breath tickled his nose.
Her eyes widened, but soon her body relaxed, and she tangled her tongue with his.
She’s too good at this──
Kian thought the upper-class habit of teaching people how to do this properly wasn’t great.
”──────”
From her surprisingly full back.
Her waist arched like a bow.
His fingers traced her childbearing hips.
Natra’s breath quickened, but she kept up with her skilled tongue, matching his moves.
Her small lips, tinted faintly red, parted, and a sweet, scentless sigh escaped: “Haa.”
A wet sound, her tiny tongue tip clung to the base of her lower front teeth──the gums──slowly scraping as if clearing away crumbs.
A shiver of ticklish pleasure ran through him.
Sensing his tremble, Natra let out a soft chuckle.
”Feeling confident, huh?”
”Huh?”
”Serving me, huh? I don’t like it.”
”Sir Kian? Did I do something to upset you…?”
”No.”
Kian traced Natra’s cheek, his fingertips brushing her short hair.
Her shoulders shivered unexpectedly.
”Relax, Natra. I’ll just keep marking you with the goodness of my d*ck until you understand. Kuku…”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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