Volume 3 Chapter 2 The Two Who Became Monkeys
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In the morning, I trained with Lena until sweat soaked through my shirt. By afternoon, we were packing up to prepare for the move.
Well, “move” might be too strong a word. I’m just a wandering adventurer, and Lena came here with nothing but herself. There isn’t much to bring along, so it’s not a big deal.
…Even so.
It’s been several days since we decided to go, and yet we haven’t made much progress. Honestly, it’s kind of strange.
”Sir Soyuz, what should we do with the things on this shelf?” Lena asked, pointing.
”Huh? Which one? …Uh, wait, let me see…”
As I turned toward her voice, a sharp pain shot through my side—the exact spot that had taken a hard hit during training. Just twisting a little was enough to make it flare up.
”Are you okay…? That was from earlier, wasn’t it?” Lena asked, rushing over and kneeling beside me.
Without waiting for my answer, she gently lifted my shirt and peered at the bruised skin on my side.
”I’m sorry… It’s bruised so badly… and swollen…”
She reached out and softly brushed her fingers over the mark, her cool touch easing the sting a little.
”It’s fine. Just a bruise,” I said with a small smile. “I told you to go all out, didn’t I? You were just doing your part. You don’t need to blame yourself, okay?”
I pulled her close and whispered into her ear.
Her long hair was tied back from the earlier training session, gathered into a loose ponytail that swayed like a horse’s tail. With it pulled back like that, the graceful curve from her neck to her shoulders was fully exposed. It was… beautiful. Almost too beautiful.
Before I realized it, I pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck.
”Mmm…”
She trembled and wrapped her arms around me in return.
As we held each other, I couldn’t stop my body from responding naturally. It pressed against her—firm, unhidden—and I felt her flinch slightly as it nudged against her stomach.
”Sir Soyuz… this part is also… um, swollen,” she whispered.
”Ah… yeah,” I murmured, unable to meet her eyes.
”…Shall I help soothe it?”
”…Please do.”
And so, for one reason or another, we ended up on the bed.
—
”Then… I’ll do my best for you.”
Lena slowly slipped out of her clothes, crawling onto the bed and drawing closer to me with quiet, focused movements.
”Ah… Sir Soyuz… I want to make you feel good…”
Her voice was soft, almost dreamy, as she lowered her head. Her warm breath brushed against me, and I felt her lips press a tender kiss to my skin. She nuzzled gently, affection written all over her face.
I reached out and touched her cheek, brushing my fingers along her skin.
”You’re so sweet, Lena,” I said quietly.
She looked up at me, her eyes full of trust, and gave a small nod before continuing. Her tied-up hair bounced softly as she moved. There was something innocent and precious about her like this.
Little by little, her rhythm grew deeper. She was careful, gentle, her actions full of feeling. I could feel her wanting to give everything—her love, her care, her warmth.
But I didn’t want her to just give.
”Lena,” I said, lifting her face with my hand. “I’m going to lie down. Can you turn your back toward me?”
”Huh… But then I’d be… straddling your face. A slave shouldn’t…” Her words faltered, and she looked unsure.
I could’ve told her to do it. Given her a clear order. But that wasn’t what I wanted.
”Lena. I don’t want to *use* you. I want to love you. Just like you love me. Is that okay?”
I cupped her cheek and met her eyes.
She blinked, then her eyes trembled with tears.
”You… love me? Even someone like me?”
Her breath hitched, her hips shivering slightly as if her body answered before her words.
”Lena. I’ve told you not to say things like that.”
I gently pinched her cheek, not enough to hurt—just enough to bring her back.
She looked down bashfully and nodded.
”I’m sorry… Then… please, Sir Soyuz… love me.”
She positioned herself carefully, lying across me and turning her back toward my face, just like I asked.
What spread before my eyes was her slender back, her soft curves, and the quiet shiver in her breath. Everything about her seemed to invite my touch, yet she waited, still and trusting.
──Beautiful.
She was beautiful, not just in body but in the way she opened her heart.
I looked at her with quiet awe. Maybe this was the first time I’d really seen her like this. Until now, things always started with her doing something for me—serving, helping, offering.
But love isn’t one-sided.
Love is something two people build together, side by side.
I reached up slowly with both hands, gently holding her hips, and leaned in closer, letting my lips trace along her skin, letting her feel my answer.
”Mmh!”
Just a small touch from me made Lena let out a sweet sound.
That gentle voice of hers—shaky and full of feeling—made my heart beat faster. Every time she reacted, I felt it too. Not just as a man, but as someone completely drawn in by her.
I leaned in again, tracing soft, careful kisses along her skin. She twitched each time, her breath catching with every press of my lips.
”Mmm… Mmh…”
She trembled, her hands tightening slightly as if to anchor herself. I smiled, realizing just how much she was feeling.
It wasn’t just about doing something. It was about connecting—about sharing something that words couldn’t quite explain.
When I peeked up at her face, I could see how flushed she was, her body quivering with emotion. It made me want to take it even slower… make her feel safe, cared for, cherished.
I gently reached out, brushing a sensitive spot, and her whole body jumped in surprise.
”Nnh!”
Her voice caught in her throat, and I instinctively held her tighter. I didn’t want her to feel scared or overwhelmed—just loved.
She calmed after a moment, her breathing settling into a steady rhythm. And in return, she pressed closer to me, her movements soft, loving… and giving.
It felt like our hearts were trading places.
”Lena…” I whispered, voice hoarse. “I’m at my limit…”
I hugged her tightly.
She didn’t speak—but she didn’t need to. Her body told me everything. She held me close, resting her head against my chest, and simply nodded.
Everything blurred after that.
She gave herself to me completely. And I—without thinking—did the same.
We melted into one another.
* * *
When I opened my eyes again, we were tangled together on the bed, the world outside forgotten.
Lena blinked slowly, her eyes dreamy, her expression soft.
”Sir Soyuz…” she whispered. “You were so warm…”
I brushed a hand along her cheek, feeling her breath on my fingers.
I didn’t say anything back. I just smiled and pulled her close again, resting my forehead against hers.
There wasn’t really anything else I needed to say.
We stayed like that for a long while. No more words. No more thoughts.
Just peace.
And maybe, if it happened again, I wouldn’t stop her. She wouldn’t stop me either. We’d just get pulled back into that quiet place we shared… again, and again.
Honestly, at this rate…
We might as well be a pair of love-drunk animals.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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