Volume 4 Chapter 5 Boredom On The Ship 3️⃣＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A soft, breathy whimper slipped from Suzette’s lips. “Mmm… ngh, ah… huh… nn…”
The bed gave a low, rhythmic creak beneath them, the sound echoing gently through the mostly empty ship cabin. Each movement sent quiet thuds into the wooden frame, barely dampened by the old futon beneath.
There were no neighbors nearby to worry about. The ship rocked gently over the sea, far from anyone who might hear. So, without hesitation, he moved with a fierce intensity, his focus narrowed entirely on the woman beneath him.
”Ah… ah… hn… auh…” Suzette’s voice trembled as her body responded.
Her once carefully tied blue-black hair now lay scattered, strands sticking to her damp forehead. The grace and discipline of a noble servant had vanished, replaced by a raw vulnerability that pulsed with every breath she took. Her chemise, borrowed from some forgotten laundry line in the Imperial Capital, clung to her skin.
The man leaned in, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist. He moved with purpose, holding her arms to keep her from squirming too much as he kept his pace steady.
”You’re getting used to this… that’s good,” he said quietly, his fingers pressing lightly against her sides.
He glanced down at her chest, the faint outline of her body barely visible beneath the thin fabric. There was a moment, just a blink, where her body tensed in his arms.
”Let go, now,” he whispered in a low, coaxing tone, still holding her firmly in place.
Suzette arched, her upper body curving like a bow as she let out a muffled cry into the pillow.
”…You did well,” he said, reaching to brush back some hair that clung to her temple.
She trembled beneath his touch, her breath stuck in her throat. Her body shivered from the aftershocks that still rolled across her nerves. The chemise clung tighter now, showing the faintest outline of her form, and her chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths.
Though her body had just hit a peak, he didn’t stop. Today, he wasn’t offering the usual moment of comfort or pause. Instead, he moved again with steady, unfaltering intent.
Even though she had reacted so strongly, this wasn’t the end.
Suzette understood. Her lips parted as if to protest, her tear-filled eyes pleading, but she said nothing. Instead, her expression turned desperate.
”…Ugh, j-just… s-stop…” she whispered, her voice catching.
He leaned in, meeting her gaze. “What’s this? Already giving up?”
Her heart pounded in her chest. The intensity hadn’t faded, and she tried to twist her words into something strong.
”Ugh… anything… anything else… ngh…” she mumbled, barely able to force the words out. She turned her head, her cheek damp with sweat, her eyes hidden beneath stray strands of hair.
It felt, to him, like the first time again—how she resisted, yet didn’t truly want to fight.
She was a spy. He knew that much.
She had likely trained for moments like this—to endure and never give in.
There was no such thing as a spy who surrendered just because they were overwhelmed.
The man hesitated briefly, hearing the soft lapping of waves outside and the faint sound of her breath.
Then, without a word, he released her arms. She didn’t resist. Instead, he moved her body with care but insistence, gently lifting her hips and adjusting her position. She let him.
She gripped the futon beneath them as she settled into the new posture. Her breath was ragged. Her face was turned to the side, half-hidden in the pillow.
”J-just… finish it… the navigation, the confirmation—”
”Forget about that,” he said softly but firmly. “Today, your only task is to be here.”
He exhaled, feeling a blend of frustration and reluctant admiration. Even in a moment like this, she was thinking of her mission.
He slowed, shifting how he moved, his focus sharpening. With practiced precision, he found the right rhythm, steady and deep.
”There… you feel that? It’s reaching further now, isn’t it?” he asked, his tone teasing.
”Wh-what…? It’s… it’s normal…” she managed to say, though her voice was breathless. “Y-you’re just being full of yourself…”
Though her voice shook, she was still trying to keep control.
But this wasn’t about her holding on. He knew it. This was just the start.
Her cheeks flushed, her breath shortening. The room was warm, humid with their shared body heat. After two peaks, her sweat coated her skin, making her soft to the touch. He placed a hand on her side, feeling her warmth.
”Your body’s changed,” he said, almost in awe. “It’s adjusted… to me.”
”Hah… hah… what… what do you mean?” she asked, blinking through sweat.
”It means what it means,” he replied lightly.
He reached down, his hand resting gently on her side as he continued. The sound of skin shifting against cloth filled the room, soft and rhythmic. The air felt thick.
”I didn’t know how long we’d stay together,” he added, “so I learned your body while we were together. Doesn’t your lower stomach feel… warmer now?”
She froze. Her hand slowly moved to her stomach, resting there with uncertainty.
He watched her carefully, reading her expression. “Different, isn’t it? You’re feeling it.”
”Mm… ahh… it’s… not like usual…” she whispered, confused.
”Told you. That place… it takes time, but once you learn it—”
He smiled faintly, sensing her reaction.
”—Some even pass out from it. That’s how deep it goes.”
Her eyes widened. “What…?”
The moment she realized what he meant, her muscles tensed.
It was natural. When someone’s overwhelmed, the body reacts. But there was no turning back now.
She glanced over her shoulder, mouth open as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she stayed still.
He felt the pride in her—she wouldn’t admit to being overwhelmed. That was her nature.
Maybe it was because she was Demonkin. That stubborn pride… it wouldn’t let her quit.
And so, he didn’t stop. He adjusted his pace, gradually speeding up, watching her reaction. Her body trembled.
Her hips tensed under his grip, and her breathing grew uneven. Her body didn’t lie—it was responding.
Even if her mind resisted, her body moved on its own.
She pressed her face deeper into the pillow, arms trembling. Her back arched slightly. She was nearing another edge.
”Mmm… guh… ahh… fuu…”
The gray chemise she wore was soaked through, clinging to her back and shoulders. Her breath came in waves.
He watched her. This time felt different.
There was no playful teasing or pulling away. This time, it was sincere—he was drawing her out completely.
She hadn’t said no.
So he pushed deeper.
”Suzette,” he said gently, “you’re moving on your own now. You’re guiding me in.”
She didn’t answer. Her body answered for her, shifting and pulsing as if in rhythm.
He didn’t press the point. Her body was speaking louder than words.
He had been holding back, but even he had limits.
”…It’s almost time. I’m going to finish,” he murmured, still steady. “You should follow with me.”
He gave the words with quiet finality.
Suzette gasped. Her fingers gripped the futon. Her shoulders shook.
She could already feel it. Her body began to tremble all over.
He noticed the change immediately. “That was fast,” he said, eyes wide with surprise at how she reacted.
Without hesitation, he kept moving forward, guiding both of them toward the point they could no longer delay.
He refused to let her finish first; that would ruin everything. He wasn’t doing this just for pleasure.
He needed to make her understand. Her body would respond only when he said so. He wanted to fully conquer her, so she would never dare talk back again.
To fully conquer her.
Today was meant to be the first step. To make her body remember—when he commanded, she would come. When he pushed inside, she would come deeply, like an endless pit.
To fully dominate her as a woman. Then, maybe, her proud mouth would quiet down. That was the plan.
”Ah, alright. That’s enough. Come,” he said, voice low but firm, gripping her hips tighter.
The urge to release built up inside him.
Feeling that it had passed the point of no return, he stopped holding back and slammed his hips into her with full force.
From the outside, it might look desperate, clinging to her buttocks like a beggar, devouring the warm hole hungrily.
Thrusting in and out, he demanded submission from the woman’s body, ready to accept his seed.
”Mmm, kuhh—ah, aahhh…!” she gasped, voice breaking as she hit her limit first.
A scream echoed through the narrow deck room.
Her body convulsed, gripping him tightly as her pleasure peaked violently.
”Guh!” he groaned sharply.
Triggered by her climax, his release started suddenly at the tip.
The dam he’d been holding broke, and a strong wave crashed through him.
He held her buttocks tightly, steadying himself as he let go.
”Ahh—gah, hguh… ah, ah… ♡ aahh… ♡” she moaned, voice rough.
”Kuhh… hey, don’t move so much,” he warned, holding her hips firmly as they jumped wildly from the intense climax.
He kept a steady path to her womb and released deeply inside as he continued without stopping.
”Aahh—♡ ahh… ♡ aahh—♡ aahhh—♡” her cries mixed with his moans, both lost in the moment.
His hips never stopped moving.
He stirred inside her, mixing pleasure with release.
The sticky way he filled her kept the demon woman in endless climax.
Even as she came again and again, her walls scraped and burned, making her feel it wasn’t over.
The huge length stuffed inside her pushed deeply as promised.
She lost all sense of time and place.
Pressed firmly against her most sensitive spot, the release gushed fiercely.
The shock spread from her lower belly through her whole body.
Pleasure signals hit every nerve, causing fierce spasms.
She couldn’t form words.
Her tongue seemed frozen as only soft, baby-like sounds slipped out.
Afraid she might lose consciousness, she kept trembling and making noises without meaning.
”…Fuu,” she whispered weakly.
His body passed through the stubborn folds of flesh, emptying fully.
Her orgasmic vagina felt amazing.
After squeezing dry and filling her womb, a deep satisfaction rose in him.
He pulled out, worshipping the well-used flesh.
With a soft pop, her groin, slick with love juices, was revealed.
A thick stream of white fluid dripped heavily, too thick for a single line.
He released her lower body.
Her buttocks lost support and sank onto the bed with a “betan.”
”…Are you okay?” he asked, voice soft but cautious.
”A♡ga… ha, a♡hau♡,” she replied weakly, voice shaky.
She did not look okay.
He looked at her face.
Drool and tears covered her, and she twitched violently, unable to wipe herself clean.
”…Did I go too far?” he asked, worry creeping into his voice.
Seeing her struggle to breathe, he pulled her close and gently rolled her over.
Her body twitched at the slightest touch as he turned her onto her back to clear her airway.
The demon woman’s face was completely limp.
He brushed sweat-soaked hair from her face.
She blinked, coming back to reality and staring at Klock.
He was the man who had taken control of her body.
She opened her mouth, drool still dripping.
”Ha, ha… Are you… satisfied now?” she asked, voice weak but defiant.
”…Huh?” he replied, surprised she could speak.
Even now, she acted as if everything was fine.
She smiled, like he had spoiled her.
”…What are you saying after coming so hard? It felt good, right?” he said, voice low but steady.
”What I just did, only a man’s penis can do it. Something a woman can’t do herself.”
”Only I can make you feel this good. If you want to feel it again… you know what to do, right?”
Your body is mine to control. If you want pleasure, watch your words.
He stroked her hair, meaning clear in his eyes.
”That’s ridiculous… Ah, what are *you* saying? I’m carrying your child inside me,” Suzette said, voice shaking but firm.
”…No, what does that matter? I’ll take responsibility. But you too—”
He wanted to tell her to fix her rude mouth.
”If you’ll take responsibility… at least learn to accept a woman’s advice… haa… haa…”
”Knowing you treat someone weaker so cruelly… I still say I’ll give birth,” she said with quiet strength.
His body stiffened.
His face grew serious.
There was no doubt she wasn’t mocking him.
”Haa, haa… I’m saying I’ll give birth to the child of a piece of shit like you.”
”Who would take advantage of an injured woman.”
”Don’t think you can fix this with your dick just because I spoke sharply.”
”This belly has long been conquered by it…”
────I see. Indeed.
That’s true.
The undeniable truth.
Without thinking hard, his first time with her was rape.
He took advantage of her piercing his leg, which made him unable to resist, and forced himself on her.
From her point of view, he was a complete piece of shit.
And she said she’d bear the child of such a man.
While he could treat her kindly, it was too cruel to hurt her just because she spoke harsh words.
”…Sorry. I was too quick to anger,” he said quietly.
”…Oh. You said a rare word. I’m surprised you know what an apology is,” she teased immediately, smirking.
He said it seriously, but wanted to call her a bitch back.
A sudden gust blew through the gap in the deck room door.
The cool air made him realize he’d been sweating without noticing.
Suzette was drenched in sweat.
She looked like she’d just finished a full sprint, which was strange in the cold northern lands.
If left like this, she might catch a cold.
They couldn’t keep talking forever.
”…Haa. For now, I’ll rest a little. Then I’ll check the course and the ship’s—”
”No, I want to do it again,” she said suddenly, voice sharp.
”…Huh?” he asked, surprised.
He couldn’t stay like this.
No matter the jealousy or scolding, as a man, Klock felt pathetic showing disappointment after sex.
The act he’d just done was a serious effort to win her heart.
Most women like her would accept it even outside work.
He was confident.
But it hadn’t reached her heart.
”No, it was my fault this time,” he said, voice low.
”I should have thought your sharp tongue was cute but got angry.”
”So, as an apology, I’ll show you my true self.”
”…No, wait,” Suzette said, arms weak, trembling as she tried to crawl backward.
”Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I won’t mock you.”
”Today, just today, I’ll think of you as the only woman and do this properly.”
”I’m really sorry. Come here. Let’s make up,” he said, pulling her close.
”…Am I going to die?” she whispered, trying to escape.
For some reason, as she moved back, he grabbed her, stripped off her sweat-soaked clothes, spread her legs, and slid back inside.
He easily pinned her down, powerless to resist, and thrust in front.
He pounded her hard, planting his seed again.
Then from behind, then front, taking his time to consume her fully.
Her cries changed from soft to loud, like a mix of a cat and female dog.
As he continued apologetic sex, filling her deeply, the room filled with sounds of their passion.
The apology lasted until night.
No matter what she did or how much she leaked, he kept holding her womb deep inside.
Somewhere in the endless thrusts, he began to apologize again.
He sealed her lips with kisses and pushed his body into hers mindlessly.
Before long, she fell asleep.
Klock also grew exhausted.
The room was a mess, but he didn’t care.
He stroked Suzette, sleeping soundly and warm, holding her as he slipped into unconsciousness.
* * *
That night.
While the two slept peacefully on the ship, she moved silently around the vessel.
On this wall, on that pillar.
Knowing they wouldn’t leave their room, she drew magic signs all over the ship with a silver rod-like tool.
A picture of dozens of complex arrays overlapped everywhere.
To those who could see, it was clearly an advanced magic array, where many different powers clashed.
’…Phew,’ she sighed suddenly.
Maybe because the moonlight reflected strongly, her golden eyes faced forward and gleamed strangely.
Though looking forward, it was like she stared past everything, her gaze fixed without blinking.
Her eyelids slowly closed, and the glow faded.
As if finishing all preparations, she breathed out in relief and moved quickly.
She leaped to the back of the deck and whispered:
’Sea Dragon—Sea Dragon Bergona.’
In her eyes, many lights reflected, coming from behind the sea.
Twenty ships” bonfires lit the night horizon.
’I have a negotiation.’
’I will tell you the name of the next King Dragon.’
’So please, help me.’
Notes:
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
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