Volume 3 Chapter 188 Tango For Three 1️⃣ ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The soft glow of countless magic stones lit the inside of the quiet cave.
Near the stone bed that Talia had prepared, there was a small wooden bath, a food table with simple meals, and a neat row of potions and balms—all carefully arranged by Linca.
Kian added a few extra blankets to the bed for comfort. After finishing, he stepped down and walked toward the bath. He had already washed himself earlier. Now, Sarah and Linca were just stepping out, drying the last drops of water from their bodies.
From now on, to help balance Talia’s energy inside him, Kian would need to form a deeper bond with both Sarah and Linca.
A quiet thrill ran through him as he watched them. Though he tried to stay calm, something inside stirred.
”……”
Sarah, seeming a little unsure, used her towel to gently pat herself dry. She took a lemon-scented mouth rinse and tilted her chin back to gargle with slow, focused movements.
(My former fiancée… now 27…)
Her black bobbed hair clung softly to her neck, still damp from the bath. As she moved, the shape of her body was revealed beneath the flickering cave light.
Her collarbones stood out just a bit against her smooth, brown skin. Her body was toned and graceful, shaped by years of training, yet still carrying a quiet elegance. Her curves moved naturally as she finished rinsing her mouth, and every motion felt like a reminder of her strength and beauty.
Beneath her chest, the faint lines of her abs showed her fitness.
As she shifted or bent slightly, her body moved with controlled power. Her wide hips and defined waist showed the result of hard effort, and perhaps a bit of her Azraelian heritage—her posture naturally leaning forward, giving her a strong and confident form.
”……”
Kian’s eyes lingered on her without thinking. Noticing his gaze, Sarah’s cheeks turned pink, and she lowered her hands in front of herself. Even now, her shyness brought a gentle flutter to his chest.
She wasn’t trying to show off—but even modesty could feel deeply intimate.
Her hips were shaped with care, and her legs, long and firm, shimmered slightly from the bath. Kian’s thoughts drifted. He imagined her in a simple white skirt like Talia’s or the athletic gear Natra wore during training. His heart beat faster at the idea.
”Is Ms. Talia outside the cave?” Sarah asked, combing through her wet hair with her fingers.
”Yeah,” Kian replied, nodding. “She usually leaves when… private things are going on.”
”Th-then… she didn’t see anything… between us, right?” Sarah asked, her eyes dropping.
”Nope,” Kian said with a smile. “She avoids reading my thoughts during times like that too. But honestly… it’s kind of obvious how much you enjoy certain things.”
”Ugh… well, as long as she didn’t see… I guess that’s fine. I won’t pretend I don’t have certain preferences,” Sarah said, brushing the right side of her hair behind her ear. The left side stayed as always—covering her ear.
”Ms. Linca, let me help,” she offered, crouching beside the other woman.
”Thank you, Ms. Sarah,” Linca said softly.
On the left side of the cave, near the food table, Linca sat quietly. Her long black hair reached to her shoulder blades, and she was gently washing away the last traces of blood and mud. Sarah moved beside her and helped without hesitation. Despite the difference in their skin tones, her hands moved with the tenderness of an older sister.
Linca sat with her legs folded to the side, her posture neat and composed. Her white thighs peeked out slightly beneath her towel, and her posture was elegant—soft but disciplined.
Unlike Sarah, she had no visible muscle lines, but her body still held strength. Her beauty was gentle, calm, and graceful.
”Are you okay? Anywhere sore?” Sarah asked, massaging her scalp gently.
”I’m fine,” Linca replied with a soft smile. “I’m glad you’re okay too, Ms. Sarah.”
”Thank you,” Sarah said with a small laugh. “Honestly… I was lucky. A high-ranked warrior monk falling during a mission like that… it’s not uncommon. Generations change that way.”
It wasn’t something said lightly. Normally, warriors stepped back from the front lines after reaching a certain level. Few kept pushing forward like Lord Nizaam.
”For me,” Sarah continued, still carefully rinsing Linca’s hair, “I figured my strength might fade in my late twenties, so I started studying Witchcraft more seriously.”
After all, Witchcraft could be useful even without physical strength.
Sarah’s hands slowed slightly. Her voice dropped as she spoke.
”My lifestyle, my choices… they weren’t always clear. I just followed others—copied what I saw. I was lucky to be gifted and to have support. But deep down, I was just ordinary. When I look at people like Sir Jibril, or you, Ms. Sarah… I feel like you’re built differently.”
”What are you saying?” Sarah asked with a chuckle. “You’re my biggest rival.”
”But I’ve never beaten you,” Linca admitted, her eyes soft. “Not once—in the monastery or after graduation.”
”You’ve done plenty I can’t,” Sarah said. “Summoning Shikigami, crafting powerful barriers, healing… That’s incredible.”
”That’s just my background and natural ability,” Linca replied. “Even with all that, I’ve always looked up to your strength, Ms. Sarah. The kind you built yourself.”
”I have talent too,” Sarah murmured with a playful smile.
”It’s because you’re you,” Linca said, shaking her head slightly. “Back then, people said I was lazy for not catching up. I got scolded. Told I wasn’t enough. I got bitter, and I started to envy you. But at the same time… I admired you. Deeply.”
”Ms. Linca…” Sarah whispered.
”To be working beside you now… still feels like a dream. I messed up this time, but let’s try again. Together.”
”Yes. Let’s keep moving forward, Ms. Linca.”
Hehe.
The two women shared a soft, warm smile.
From where he stood, Kian watched their quiet closeness. Something flared up inside him—jealousy, maybe. A strange heat built in his chest. He didn’t move. He just followed them with his eyes.
Linca looked peaceful as Sarah gently rinsed her back. Their contrast—brown skin against white—was striking in the bath’s fading steam.
Linca’s bangs were cut straight across but left her forehead partly visible. A clean part on the right side allowed some of her hair to sweep gently left. Her eyebrow, neat and well-formed, peeked through.
Her eyes, calm and focused outside of battle, curved softly now. Her features—less defined than Sarah’s—gave her a gentle kind of beauty. Her face carried a warmth that felt comforting.
Her collarbones were smooth, not sharp.
Her body was soft, shaped like a gentle bowl.
Her skin was clean, her posture strong but not harsh. She didn’t have Sarah’s raw strength, but her endurance and quiet focus made her just as formidable.
Her hips were softly curved.
Sarah’s form came from a tilted pelvis and a powerful frame.
Linca’s was different—balanced, quiet, rounded through effort and care.
While Sarah was more slender, Linca’s figure had a gentler softness.
Still, her legs were long and graceful, shaped through discipline. She had the presence of a true warrior—and the kindness of someone who moved hearts, not just bodies.
This side of her would soon belong to Kian, too.
He wanted to treat them both well. These were women who had chosen to stand by him. He couldn’t take that for granted.
(No… he didn’t have to try. Just being with them was enough.)
His heart beat quickly, filled with a quiet, overwhelming warmth.
Sarah’s hands gently worked soap across Linca’s arms.
The water made soft sounds as it ran down.
The two women looked at each other from close range.
Sarah smiled as she carefully moved down to wash Linca’s leg, then her ankle, then the top of her foot.
”…Hey, Linca,” Kian called softly.
”Huh? Ah────”
Linca turned—and blinked in surprise.
She saw the way Kian looked at her.
”Ah──♡”
”Careful with how close you get to Sarah,” Kian said, teasing but firm. “I might get jealous.”
”Y-you mean… me?” Linca asked, startled.
Kian didn’t answer with words.
His gaze alone told her how serious he was.
”Hh…♡”
Linca let out a soft breath, one hand brushing over her middle. Her cheeks glowed with color.
She still hadn’t fully accepted the bond between them. But Kian would make sure she understood. Gently.
”Aah…♡”
”You’re remembering now, aren’t you?” Kian asked with a knowing smile.
”…Mmm♡”
”Let’s face him together,” Sarah whispered.
”Yes… Ms. Sarah♡”
They drained the water from the bath and helped dry each other’s hair. Then they stood.
”────”
”……”
One woman from the East. One from the West.
They walked side by side toward Kian.
Sarah looked down slightly, her face thoughtful. Linca glanced up with a soft flush, her eyes warm. Kian stepped forward and opened his arms, pulling them both close.
Sarah leaned into him with a sigh, as if she had been waiting for this.
Linca trembled gently, resting her cheek against his chest.
Their warmth surrounded him.
He gently caressed both women’s backsides, one hand on each.
Their skin was smooth and warm, the softness of their bodies like cushions beneath his touch.
Sarah’s body was slick with sweat, her shape springy and alive beneath his fingertips.
Linca, in contrast, carried the faint scent of roses mixed with something more primal—something that clung to her like heat in summer.
Her gaze shimmered, unfocused with emotion, her red tongue slowly slipping across his chest as if tasting him with devotion.
A thin line of moisture traced across his skin from her lips, glistening faintly in the light.
Linca’s breath, unfiltered, mingled with her touch, leaving trails of warmth.
Sarah’s scent was sweet, almost syrupy—like honey warmed by sunlight. Her body radiated heat, and her skin was damp and alive.
Linca’s perfume remained flowery but with an undertone that felt wild, as if she were being pulled by instinct alone.
Both women were breathtaking in different ways.
He pressed his fingers deeper into their curves, testing the shape and warmth of their bodies.
When he explored further, parting the lines of their lower backs gently, he noticed how Sarah’s heat pulsed stronger, while Linca’s skin had a soft, dewy feel.
”Haa… haa… mm…” Sarah whimpered faintly, her voice thick with feeling.
”Ah… ahh… please… not there…” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as his touch lingered near her most sensitive place.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Linca, you’re already reacting. That’s quite bold of you,” he said, tilting his head.
”B-but…” she stammered, her voice barely above a breath.
He stepped toward her, his knee slipping between her pale thighs.
Linca, leaning into him, shivered as his body pressed against hers.
”…Oh…” she murmured, breath hitching.
Her body trembled under the pressure. She leaned her forehead against his chest, her entire form shaking gently. He could feel her tension rising—her hips pressing forward, seeking more. Her body responded on instinct, warming further with every breath.
”Mmm…” she sighed, her lips parting.
Leaving Linca momentarily breathless, he leaned toward Sarah and shared a slow, quiet kiss with her.
Their bodies touched lightly, exchanging warmth and power. Their lips met again and again, and with every breath, Sarah grew softer in his arms.
She whispered, “Sir Kian… kiss me more… please.”
He nodded. “Of course.”
”Ah…” she murmured as he leaned closer.
”There, there, Sarah,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
She gave a soft pout. “I’m not a little girl anymore, you know.”
After that, he turned to Linca again, and this time, they kissed deeply.
She hadn’t used any perfumes on her lips, yet there was something sweet about her.
The longer they kissed, the more he could taste her, until even the smallest bitterness of her breath felt familiar.
”Mmm…” she murmured softly, pulling him closer.
Soon, the three of them were locked together—sharing warmth, kisses, and touch.
Their cheeks brushed. Their lips found each other again and again, and their breath mingled.
Linca swayed her hips gently, seeking friction, while Sarah let out soft sighs as Kian traced delicate circles on her lower back, his fingers gentle and slow.
”Let’s go to bed,” Linca whispered, her voice thick with want.
Her gaze was dreamy, lost to the moment. Her hand reached down, caressing him gently, her fingers tracing along his length as if learning by feel.
Sarah leaned against him, her lips brushing his shoulder, her body urging him toward the bed through weight alone.
”Alright,” he said, voice low. “Let’s go.”
* * *
They lay on the soft bed, golden light from enchanted lamps glowing around them.
Kian rested on his back, blankets beneath him.
Sarah and Linca crawled forward on their knees, their eyes fixed on him.
Unable to resist, Linca straddled him first, her breath quickening.
Her body moved with careful grace, her legs spreading as she knelt above him.
Her bare figure, petite and beautiful, held a quiet boldness. With her fingers, she gently parted herself, revealing a tender vulnerability.
Her chest rose and fell. “Hoo… hoo…” she breathed, a little shaky.
A faint warmth pooled between them as she lowered herself.
He could feel her press close, her body meeting his in the most intimate way—but slowly, respectfully.
Linca paused, drawing a deep breath before continuing, her hands steady as she adjusted.
”Ah… ahh…” she whispered, lowering herself fully, her eyes fluttering shut.
The feeling of being joined was overwhelming—for both of them.
She leaned forward slightly, her body wrapping around his with a perfect fit.
”Mmm…” she sighed.
Inside her, it felt like a gentle embrace—warm and close.
Every breath she took made her hold him tighter.
He felt surrounded by her. She gripped his waist with her hands, trying to balance, her eyes full of emotion.
”Ms. Linca, are you alright?” he asked, softly.
She nodded quickly. “I… I’m okay… just embarrassed… a little overwhelmed,” she admitted, her voice shaking.
With both hands on his stomach, she slowly adjusted to the sensation. Her hips moved with caution, and her body trembled with each shift.
”Kian.”
Sarah’s soft voice called to him. She leaned closer, her clean face glowing in the warm light. She brushed her hair back and kissed him gently.
”Ah… ah…” Linca whimpered, starting to move again.
Her hips rocked slowly, gliding forward and back. Her legs tightened around his waist, and her forehead rested on his chest.
Within her, the feeling was like soft waves—each movement carrying warmth, depth, and meaning.
”Mmm… fumu…” Linca murmured, her breath catching.
Beside her, Sarah joined in their kiss again, laughing lightly as their tongues met.
Kian’s hands moved gently, one touching Sarah, the other finding Linca’s rhythm. Their bodies responded, breath by breath, heartbeat by heartbeat.
Their warmth mingled—Sarah’s sweeter, Linca’s more intense.
When he brushed his thumb lightly over Linca’s sensitive point, she gasped and cried out softly, her body shivering in his arms.
”I-It’s happening…” he groaned, the moment rushing toward him.
The pressure in his body built until he could no longer hold back.
Linca tensed, her back straightening, eyes wide as the peak hit her.
She held still for a moment, as if frozen by the feeling.
Then, as Sarah sat up slightly, Linca wobbled and steadied herself on his knee.
She gasped, her lips forming a whisper.
”Oh… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to let it happen like that…”
”You really can’t help yourself,” he said gently.
Sarah gave a teasing smile. “Ms. Linca, you’re hopeless sometimes.”
She leaned down and kissed away the warmth that lingered on Kian’s stomach. Linca followed, cleaning up the traces of their closeness with slow, deliberate motions.
”Is it my turn now?” Sarah whispered, her voice low as she reached for him again.
She knelt above him, her hand steady as her tongue ran down his skin.
Linca, now beside him, rested her cheek on his thigh.
When he nodded, Sarah took her place above him, while Linca quietly shifted to straddle his face, turned the other way.
”The warmth is already gone,” Linca whispered. “I’m clean now.”
She lowered herself carefully. From below, she was beautiful—graceful in shape, but still bold in form.
”Please… Sir Kian… I want you to taste me. Punish me a little, if you like,” she said softly.
He nodded. “Alright.”
Linca pressed close, her body warm and fragrant.
Kian placed his hands on her thighs and leaned in, his lips and tongue exploring her gently, carefully.
”Ha… ahh…” she gasped, arching her back.
Her chest quivered, and she clung to the sensation. Her voice shook as she cried out, responding to his touch.
At the same time, Sarah slowly lowered herself onto him.
”Mm… haah…”
The connection was smooth, deep, and slow.
Her body had adjusted to him over time, and now she accepted him fully, inch by inch.
As she began to move, the warmth of her body embraced him completely.
”Ahh… fuu… Kian…” Sarah breathed, her body tightening around him.
The night went on, with every heartbeat shared between the three of them.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Nizaam – A former member of Azrael’s Twelve Divine Generals and the current head of the Malc family, though he has passed both titles to his daughter to return to the battlefield. He is a prominent warrior noble in Azrael, known for his love of beautiful boys and fierce battles.
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