Volume 3 Chapter 155 The Pin Cushion (Physics)
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Linca sat on the edge of the bed, her back leaning gently against the cool stone wall. Her dark hair, parted slightly to the right, framed her delicate face. Thin, neatly shaped eyebrows peeked through the strands, accentuating her narrow, glistening eyes. A faint flush colored her cheeks, and her pale lips shimmered subtly under the dim lighting.
Though her bangs were carefully trimmed, the ends of her longer hair fell unevenly across her arms and shoulders, dampened by sweat that clung to her skin. Beads of moisture traced down from her collarbones, catching the light as her chest rose and fell with each breath.
”Haa… haa…”
Each exhale caused her ample chest to lift and settle again, her breaths deep and trembling.
Beneath her graceful exterior, there was something primal stirring. Her abdomen, smooth and pale, flexed gently as she inhaled. Just below her navel, soft layers of flesh subtly shifted, revealing traces of the strength hidden underneath—a hint of taut muscle beneath delicate skin.
Her posture, her flushed skin, the way her body responded—it was all unmistakable. A soft glow pulsed at the base of her pelvis, casting a faint light across her thighs. It almost looked like a marking, something ceremonial. Something forbidden.
Her hips trembled slightly, shifting as if moved by something unseen. Though her expression was gentle, her eyes held a strange fervor—as if she were caught between trance and temptation.
She looked over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded.
”Please…”
The words didn’t need to be spoken. Her body, her gaze, even the subtle sway of her hips—all of it conveyed a single plea.
She drew in a breath, and the air around her seemed thick, charged with something more than heat. It was like instinct itself had awakened, beckoning with an invisible hand.
Linca’s lips trembled, and her breath caught as her eyes fluttered shut.
A tongue brushed against her.
She shivered, her brows tightening as she covered her mouth with one hand, stifling her voice. Her other hand gripped Kian’s hair, not to push away, but to anchor herself against the tide of sensation.
Her legs shifted, the once open posture subtly drawing inward. Her thighs pressed together, as though trying to contain the storm building inside her.
Kian’s mouth moved slowly, lips trailing across her warmth. His tongue danced with measured care, teasing and coaxing, never rushing. A slow, deliberate rhythm that sent her trembling.
Her breaths quickened.
”…Fu… aa… mm…”
She whimpered against her hand, her body unable to stay still. Her hips tilted forward slightly, seeking more. The heat between them grew heavier, like a fog of shared breath and rising tension.
Kian paused, lifting his face just slightly to meet her gaze. Her eyes, now glassy with tears she hadn’t realized she shed, stared down at him, wide and vulnerable.
She said nothing.
But her body leaned forward.
Kian slipped his hand away from her stomach and moved his fingers lower, his touch gentle, exploring with a reverence that bordered on worship.
”Mnn…”
A finger entered her, slowly.
The warmth inside her clung to him, inviting yet tight. She gasped when he curled his finger slightly, brushing a place deep inside her that made her eyes widen.
He withdrew, only to slip in two fingers next, stretching her slightly as he stirred the shallow entrance with a deliberate pace. A quiet, wet sound echoed in the room.
”Ah… n-no… that’s embarrassing…”
Despite her protest, her body betrayed her, moving with him instead of against. Her legs shifted wider, thighs framing him.
Kian smiled faintly, but said nothing. He simply observed her.
”I… I’m not… I’m normal,” she whispered, voice barely audible.
”You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
Linca covered her face, cheeks burning. Still, she didn’t stop him.
His fingers gently parted her again. For a moment, he just looked—quiet, reverent—as if trying to memorize everything about her. Her breaths grew faster, her body tense and waiting.
She watched him. Her lips parted slightly. Her eyes glistened.
”I want to understand everything about you.”
She turned her face away, trembling.
He leaned in, drawing a soft breath as if savoring her scent. Her body flinched, and her hands clutched the sheets.
”…Don’t look so closely…”
But Kian only closed his eyes, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
”You really are… something else.”
Her lips parted in protest, but no words came. She only looked away, trembling slightly, as though unsure whether to feel shame or pride.
”You drive me crazy, you know that?”
Her eyes met his again—wide, startled.
And then, as if yielding to something inevitable, she slowly nodded.
Kian pulled back, meeting her gaze fully.
Linca sat up slightly, pulling the blanket from her shoulders and folding it behind her like a cushion. She turned away from him, then slowly leaned forward, raising her hips.
A quiet offering.
She looked back, breath trembling.
Her feet were flushed. Her calves trembled slightly. Her thighs, firm and smooth, flexed with anticipation. And at the center—her body glistened faintly, a trail tracing down her leg.
”…Kian’s…”
”Say it.”
She hesitated, then swallowed hard.
”Kian’s… body…”
Her fingers moved shakily, parting herself gently as she whispered:
”Please… grant it to me.”
* * *
He slid himself inside her slowly, firmly.
Linca’s reddened lips stretched as they enveloped him, her breath catching with a faint hah as her cheek sank into the makeshift pillow beneath her.
There was no resistance. Her body welcomed him, soft and slick, each fold of her inner walls adjusting instinctively as if to pull him deeper. The tip slipped in easily, followed by the rest, enveloped in warmth that writhed gently around him.
”Ha… aaah…”
”Your voice.”
”Nn… ah…”
”I’m going to move.”
He whispered against her ear, hands holding firmly to her hips. Then, he began. Slowly, steadily, he withdrew and pushed forward again.
”Ah… nn… fuu…”
Each thrust reached the deepest part of her, while every withdrawal teased the sensitive folds that clung to him like silk threads. The friction, wet and warm, only intensified with each movement, leaving behind a glistening trail between her knees.
He kept the rhythm gentle, careful not to overwhelm her—just enough to keep her body on edge, just enough to build something more.
But the pressure grew.
His tip brushed just beneath her sensitive peak, skimming the spot he knew she often reached for on her own. Her breathing hitched sharply as the pleasure surged.
”A-ah… I…!”
She grabbed the blanket tightly, fingers digging in.
He paused, pulling his hips back slightly to avoid overstimulation, but Linca’s body responded on its own—arching, lowering again to meet him. She began to move with him, each breath ragged, each motion more desperate than the last.
Her inner walls tightened, drawing him in with a fierce grip.
As he pulled away completely, her body followed—raising her hips, twisting slightly until her upper body lowered and her mouth took him in completely.
Her black hair fell like silk across her back, and her figure bent like a bow under tension.
Then—
”Aah… Aaaaah…!”
The climax hit her hard.
She trembled, crying out as her body spasmed. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close, whispering gently against her ear.
”You’re beautiful, Linca.”
She didn’t respond with words, only shivered faintly, her shoulders tense.
Her body gripped him tightly—heat, pressure, softness all at once—drawing him closer to his own edge. She bit her lower lip and buried her face against her arm as the moment arrived for him as well.
And he released.
Again and again, his breath ragged, his body trembling. A slow, powerful exhale followed each wave as his strength poured into her, held in place by her firm embrace.
Her bare shoulder twitched with each pulse.
She let out a soft breath, tongue peeking slightly between parted lips as the warmth spread within her. The faint haze in her eyes deepened, but her gaze stayed clear.
He brushed his lips against her cheek.
Still holding her gently, he waited as her body calmed, ignoring the trail of fluid trickling from where they were joined. She didn’t pull away, only rested in his arms, completely still.
When the last of it subsided, Linca collapsed forward, her strength spent.
”…I’ll stop here for tonight.”
”…”
”I should clean up and purify. And I’ll take you back to your room after that.”
”…Yes,” she replied softly, voice barely audible.
After catching her breath, she slowly sat up. Their eyes met without words, and both smiled—a small, quiet smile that said more than any conversation could.
But then—
A loud, unmistakable pfffft echoed from the other room.
”Oi! Not right in front of me, come on!”
”Ah, sorry. It just slipped out.”
”Ahaha! Yelmar, your face—!”
”This isn’t funny! My nose is really sensitive, you know… Ugh!”
”Come on, don’t be so dramatic!”
”It stinks! Open the window, seriously…!”
”Ughhhh…”
”────”
”────”
He and Linca glanced at each other.
A pause.
Then Linca’s cheeks puffed up.
She tried to hold it in, but couldn’t.
Laughter burst from her lips.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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