Volume 3 Chapter 214 Wandering In The Darkness ③ ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Through the broken glass window, tropical fish-like creatures shimmered across the sky in vibrant shades of red, yellow, and blue, glowing softly in the moonlight. In the surreal atmosphere painted by moonbeams pouring into the room, Kian and Linca were wrapped in a breathless embrace.
”…Ha… ha…”
Fragments of black lingerie lay scattered on the cold stone floor.
Linca was seated on a colossal white bed, legs parted, her back arched in anticipation. Kian held the inside of her thighs gently, his hands steady yet reverent. Her delicate form trembled as he pressed kisses along the curve of her knee.
The firelight bathed her in a warm glow, flickering over her flushed skin. Kian leaned closer, pressing his lips softly to her inner thigh. She drew a sharp breath, her body tensing.
”Did it hurt?” he asked, his voice low.
She shook her head, eyelids fluttering shut. “N-no… It’s just—so much…”
The sight of her usually composed posture undone like this stirred something primal in him. Enveloping her thighs in his arms, Kian kissed upward, tasting the warmth of her skin.
”Lord Kian! That tickles!”
Though she protested, her voice was breathless rather than resistant. Her thighs instinctively tightened around him, reacting to each tender flick of his tongue and the heat of his breath against her.
He lingered there, unhurried, attentive to her every shiver. Her hips quivered, as if responding to a melody only the body could hear.
”I’m—ah—I’m trembling…”
A gentle gasp escaped her lips. Her body arched, and Kian withdrew briefly to take a breath, the mingled scent of the firewood and the lingering perfume of her skin meeting him like a memory.
”Hah… hah…”
Linca lay reclined, her skirt bunched up, the pale skin of her lower belly rising and falling with her breath. Even after the crest of her climax, her desire lingered like a burning ember, waiting to ignite once more.
Kian leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her stomach and drawing his tongue slowly toward her navel. She twitched, eyes closing as she propped herself on her elbows.
A musky, unmistakable trace of her scent clung to the air between them.
It had become a secret ritual—ducking into a quiet room above the tavern, giving in to the pulse between them when the moment allowed. Usually, Linca would demand to cleanse herself first, but tonight, the strange urgency between them eclipsed everything else.
This was her scent, unfiltered and real.
Kian lifted her right leg delicately and pressed his nose against the arch of her foot, taking in the intimate, earthy scent left behind by her boots and socks.
”H-Hey, you’re ridiculous…” she murmured, voice tinged with both embarrassment and amusement.
”Mmm… It’s addicting.”
He pressed a kiss to her toes, then another, letting his tongue trace the space between them in slow, deliberate motions. Her foot twitched at his touch, and her cheeks flushed as he worshipped even this part of her with disarming focus.
”O-oh my… you’re… really enjoying this,” she muttered, eyes wide.
Her left foot nudged his groin playfully, teasing but not forceful. The contact made him inhale sharply.
He met her gaze, then took a breath, pulling back slightly. His manhood ached under the pressure, straining against his clothes.
”Ugh… I—”
”A moment, please,” Linca interrupted, slipping off the bed with a newfound determination. Her hands reached for the waistband of his trousers.
”May I comfort you?” she asked softly, her smile luminous in the dim moonlight.
She leaned in, brushing her cheek against him through the fabric, then ran her tongue lightly over the cloth.
”Guh…”
”What a marvelous man you are…” she whispered, almost in awe.
With practiced grace, she released him, her breath hot against him. Looking up with wide, glimmering eyes, she slowly took him into her mouth. Her tongue curled around the tip, teasing and reverent, her motions unhurried but deliberate.
”Nn…”
He gasped as her warmth enveloped him. The sensation was dizzying—intimate and overwhelming. When a drop of fluid escaped, it landed lightly on her cheek. She licked her fingers clean without breaking eye contact, the corners of her mouth curving upward.
”L-Linca…”
She took him deeper, her lips forming a seal around him, and the soft pressure of her throat stirred pleasure like a rising tide. Saliva slipped past the corner of her mouth, pooling on the stone floor, but she knelt there proudly, undistracted.
Despite her face flushing deep red from the lack of air, the black-haired beauty continued with the deep throat fellatio. The soft, wet sounds of air being drawn in and out of her mouth echoed faintly, her features tense but determined. The exquisite pleasure along his length triggered an immediate, overwhelming release.
Linca breathed heavily through her nose, swallowed the thick fluid, then pulled back. A small, somewhat embarrassed sound escaped her lips as she cleared her mouth.
”That’s… a waste…” she murmured softly.
”Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I can give you as much as you want.”
She shook her head gently, lowered herself like a humble creature, and licked the spill from her lips with quiet submission.
The strange timelessness of this eternal night seemed to unbalance Linca, an intellectual and proud woman, reducing her to this vulnerable state before him. Seeing her like this made his desire pulse even stronger.
”My dear Kian,” she whispered, “please give me your wonderful touch. Let me feel you inside me.”
She caressed him tenderly, clinging close. He lifted her up and laid her back on the bed.
Her breathing grew uneven, soft sounds mingling with the quiet room.
He entered her slowly, feeling the warm, tight embrace welcoming him.
Lying on her back, her Eastern-style dress slipped slightly, exposing her delicate armpits. He brushed his nose against the smooth skin there before settling fully inside her.
The steady beat of her heart echoed quietly—tokun, tokun—while her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. The faint, natural scent of sweat, reminiscent of ripe ume fruit, filled the air. His cheek pressed gently against the softness of her underbreast, feeling the subtle contractions wrapping around him.
Linca’s breaths grew shallow and ragged as he moved slowly and steadily inside her. At times, he paused to let her regain her composure before continuing.
Before long, her long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer with a hungry urgency. The bed, wide and sturdy, cradled them deeply.
Suddenly, her hand came up to cup his face, drawing him toward her. Her warm lips met his in a gentle, lingering kiss. A soft, wet warmth slid between them as her tongue met his.
The room filled with the quiet crackling of the fire and their mingled breaths. Entranced, he felt her mouth and body respond around him, her embrace tightening as their rhythm deepened.
Her legs tightened around him, and he was held fast inside her, enveloped by her warmth.
”I’m close,” he murmured.
She responded with a soft sigh, and he moved with steady, gentle urgency.
Her body writhed beneath him as he pressed down, connecting deeply with her. The unique strength of the vampire’s essence coursed through him, imprinting itself upon her.
Linca’s eyes glowed faintly red, her expression soft and melting. Tears shimmered, tracing gentle lines down her face, while her lips parted slightly.
”I’m here,” he whispered, stroking her with care.
She cried out softly, her body tightening around him as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Her legs trembled, still wrapped around him, as her hips moved instinctively.
”You’re so beautiful, Linca,” he breathed against her skin.
She made no reply except a small, breathy sound, surrendering completely to the moment.
Whispering close to her ear, he held her as she came again, her body clenching around him, drawing out every drop of their shared passion.
Perhaps this was how ancient vampires had trained their closest companions—through deep trust and surrender. Linca’s eyes, usually fierce and free, were now soft and glossy, filled with quiet devotion. The strict hierarchy they both knew was clearly at play here, even in this strange, otherworldly realm.
She let out a soft, repeated sigh, her perfect lips parting as she gave herself over completely.
He lifted her gently, capturing her lips in a fierce, tender kiss as if drawing her very soul close.
* * *
In the lifeless town where only monsters roam, the two found solace in each other’s warm bodies.
They formed a slight co-dependent relationship and later had a belated lunch.
After finishing, they prepared a bath to cleanse their bodies and wash their clothes.
There were several preserved foods and soap in the cabaret, so they decided to try the soap out. It lathered well and carried a pleasant rose scent. If the historical tales were to be believed, this soap was over four hundred years old. Using an actual artifact from ancient vampire times—*even in this realm with its peculiar flow of time*—was an otherworldly experience.
”Unn… sho.”
After Linca dried herself, she put on the black Eastern dress and white coat hanging on the bed. Kian stared intently at her round buttocks, encased in a black miniskirt, and opened his mouth.
”Hey, can I lift up your skirt?”
”Hah!? Why on earth would you ask that all of a sudden?!”
Linca turned around in surprise, her shoulders twitching. Kian, already dressed in the black miniskirt, fixed his serious gaze on the outline of her thighs beneath the fabric.
”Well… I often find your combat attire rather arousing, you see.”
”It’s not just for ease of movement, you know. They’re also designed to captivate men and rob them of their senses.”
”Aren’t you embarrassed by that?”
”If it helps me dispatch enemies easily, I don’t mind at all. Besides, my body isn’t something to be ashamed of showing off to others.”
”Hmm, but it’s weird to see other men ogling your sexy thighs.”
”It’s only twenty centimeters above the knee, you know? You’re too fixated on old-fashioned ideas.”
”You think so?”
”Yes, indeed. Moreover… I only reveal my truly erotic attire to Sir Kian. You can rest assured.”
”May I lift up your skirt, then?”
”Go ahead.”
Linca blushed and turned around again. Kian instructed her to stick her hips out a bit more, then gently lifted the black miniskirt.
A vast, white globe of a buttock was revealed, with a tiny black thong barely covering it.
The indentation around the lower buttock and the contrast between the black lingerie and the white skin on the back of her thighs were incredibly sensual.
”Whoa!”
”Enough already! After seeing me naked, what’s the fun in looking at my underwear now? And you suddenly smell and lick my feet—you’re an incorrigible pervert, Sir Kian, you know that?”
”May I now massage your buttocks through the skirt?”
”Are we really leaving?”
Despite the sultry look Linca sent his way, she ultimately allowed Kian to massage her buttocks. He sank his fingers into the fleshy cheeks beneath the skirt’s fabric, kneading them lewdly. The fabric dug into the crease between her buttocks, outlining her voluptuous derrière, and Linca quietly had a small orgasm.
They finished with a deep kiss, and their break time came to an end.
”Has your fear subsided?”
”Yes, thanks to you, it’s completely gone.”
”I’m glad to hear that.”
”Shall we go, then? To meet the second guardian.”
Linca nodded and opened the door. Behind them, she snapped her fingers, extinguishing the fireplace’s flames.
”So, let’s go this time? To the second guardian.”
Nodding at Linca’s words, he opened the door to the room. Behind him, Linca snapped her fingers and extinguished the flames in the fireplace.
* * *
Kian stepped out into the wide corridor, so vast it didn’t look like a place a cabaret worker would live in. He retraced the path he’d taken earlier, but the route wasn’t complicated and it didn’t take long to reach the stairs leading down. The building was large, sure, but that was simply because it had been designed to accommodate the vampire body type—it wasn’t that there were a lot of rooms.
”It’s a strange creature, though,” Linca muttered, looking up at the sky once they stepped out of the cabaret’s front entrance and into the alley. Ahead of them, colorful fish swam through the air.
”Is it even a living creature? No, it has both substance and life force, so I suppose it’s a proper living creature.”
”Maybe it’s more insect-like than fish. If you look closely, its body is divided into three parts: head, chest, and abdomen, and from the chest part, you can see some degenerated legs.”
”Interesting. I’ll sketch it out, just in case.”
As she walked, Linca took out her notebook. She gave a lazy impression, but she was actually quite the diligent scholar.
Kian had borrowed her self-made monster encyclopedia more than once to fill gaps in his knowledge.
”What do you think they eat to survive? There’s nothing in the air but dust.”
”Probably that,” Kian said, pointing.
In the shadow where the building met the cobblestones, a cockroach crouched motionless. Just as Kian spoke, one of the glowing fish that had been swimming in the sky dived suddenly, silently catching the cockroach in its mouth and chewing it noisily. Wings and legs were smashed to bits and fell to the ground, but the other fish quickly pecked them clean. Eventually, the cockroach’s remnants disappeared without a trace.
”Maybe they feed on the bodies of their dead kin,” Kian added, pointing down at lifeless, dull fish carcasses scattered on the main road. Around them, living fish swirled in lazy, glowing spirals. If they lacked the intelligence to mourn their fallen comrades, it seemed they waited for the bodies to decay enough for their jaws to crush them.
”They are both the light of this dark world and scavengers, aren’t they? Truly indispensable.”
”Yeah. There’s no such thing as an existence that doesn’t matter in this world.”
”Is the break over?”
As they exited the alley and stood side by side, a blue butterfly mixed in with the glowing fish gently descended before them. Kian nodded.
”Sorry for making you wait.”
”It’s fine. There’s a guardian ahead, past the square. Be careful.”
”Got it.”
”Look at the statue in the middle of the square—whoever it’s modeled after seems quite slender,” Linca said, her gaze drifting to the distant street.
It was something Kian had thought too, but unlike her, he knew exactly who the model for that statue was, so he said nothing.
A woman’s statue, with snake-like tentacles growing from her hair and grand eagle-like wings sprouting from her back…
The Daughter of the Abyss, Erynys.
Also known as the Thorn Spirit.
And the very guardian spirit of Count Cain’s domain.
It was a being that had destroyed nations, but before the Count’s territory was consumed by her madness, she was revered by the people here.
”That statue’s model is the Thorn Spirit Erynys,” a blue butterfly calmly announced. “In the Empire of Night, a prophecy of destruction was made, and one of the beings summoned to resist that fate. Ultimately, she was the one who brought ruin to the Cain Count’s territory.”
”Ah, so that is the divine being of that wickedness!” Linca’s eyes widened. “The Erynys statue I know has subtle differences in detail. But to think that a being once a guardian deity of the nation is now a target summoned by cultists to create undead… it feels tragic.”
”Erynys’s powers are record and restoration. She can create undead, but the cultists of your world are likely summoning a different being.”
”Is it because Erynys is dead?” Kian asked.
The blue butterfly simply replied, “Yes.”
”To say to that, ‘Please return us to our original world,’ takes quite a bit of courage. Let’s hope that the ‘Thorn Spirit’ that Ms. Rose Garden Keeper speaks of looks a bit more approachable.”
”Erynys is humanoid, at least.”
”But she has hair like snake-like tentacles and possesses enormous wings that even Azrael would envy, right? If she were only fifty centimeters tall, she could pass for a cute fairy, but if she looks like us in height, that’s plenty scary.”
”By the way, that stone statue is a life-sized Erynys statue.”
”It’s ridiculously huge! Over ten meters tall!?”
”That’s terrifying! Is it true that they worshipped that thing!?”
”True.”
”Considering the size and everything, it really doesn’t seem like someone you could have a reasonable conversation with.”
Did Count Cain really go to such a monster to wish for the restoration of his manhood? One couldn’t help but think that he was beyond brave and dangerously lacking in awareness. It should be obvious to anyone with normal sensibilities that one could never negotiate on equal terms with such a gigantic being… Had the title of guardian spirit really clouded his judgment that much?
(No, I’ve heard Count Cain was quite a powerful vampire. If that’s the case, it makes sense that he wouldn’t be intimidated by Erynys’s appearance, unlike fragile humans—us. He was strong as an individual, but that led him to make a foolish deal with a spirit possessing fatal power.)
Glasses had always told Kian not to become numb to pain. If he continued to hone his powers as a vampire, he would eventually gain powerful abilities like the Restoration Curse, but that didn’t mean he should delude himself into thinking he had become invincible. Reflecting on Count Cain’s story, it was a sobering tale.
They bypassed the enormous Erynys statue and exited the square.
Then, further ahead, a thick fog rolled in, and beyond the mist, four black figures stood still.
”Linca.”
”Yes. The guardians.”
Thinking they were about to be subjected to another farce, he drew the Windsong Blade. Linca also silently unsheathed the misty magic sword that Kian had lent her.
”Be careful. The Thorn Spirit restored the darkness in the heart of the attendant.”
Before the blue butterfly’s words could finish, a sharp, angry voice echoed from beyond the fog.
”You, disgrace of the Tsai family!”
”────!” Linca gasped beside Kian.
Then she twisted her face as if something in her body was hurting intensely.
”Linca?”
”I’m fine. Let’s go.”
Kian followed the female warrior monk, who was quickening her pace with the magic sword in hand. The mist thinned out. Four black shadows took on color, ignoring Kian and Linca, and began a puppet show.
”You disgrace of the Tsai family!”
The largest of the shadows—a man from the East—sneered again. In front of him stood a young boy, throwing down his wooden sword and holding his right wrist.
”Your sister is so talented, yet you can’t even shoot the basic technique ‘Shot’ properly!”
”Ugh…”
The boy let out a weak groan in response to the man’s scolding.
”What’s wrong? Get up! Stand and take your stance! Are you even a man?!”
”F-father… I can’t hold the sword anymore, my hand hurts too much…”
The boy’s right wrist was swollen to an unfortunate degree. The man, veins bulging, roared, “Stop whining, you weakling!” and kicked the boy square in the face.
”Hey!”
Kian couldn’t help but shout in a low, menacing voice. Even knowing this was an illusion, he couldn’t help but react to the man’s actions.
It was obvious at a glance that the boy was not gifted in combat. And the boy didn’t want to fight either. Yet the man forced him to fight, even resorting to unreasonable violence.
(By the way, where did that man kick the boy? Did he crush his right eye?)
”Ah──ahhh…! It, it hurts… it hurts, so much!”
The illusionary boy pressed his right eye, sobbing. Blood flowed from under the hand covering his right eye as he looked pleadingly at the two women standing behind the man.
”Mother… sister… help me…”
”Ryu!” “Stop it, Linca.”
The middle-aged woman restrained the girl who stepped forward with her hand. She was a beautiful woman, but her expression was so cold that it ruined her beauty as she directed it at the boy.
”This is a trial. If you can’t do it, the family head will be succeeded by you.”
”But, there’s blood! Ryu’s right eye!”
”If it’s a wound, I’ll heal it later.”
”But…”
”Linca.”
The man turned to the girl, his shoulders tense.
”Can’t you listen to what your father and mother say?”
”…………!”
The girl looked stunned. Then she trembled in fear, lowering her face to escape her father’s harsh gaze.
”It’s weak Ryu’s fault. Isn’t it?”
”Yes. The Tsai family doesn’t need weaklings. Linca, if you understand, then go. You have a study session with Sir Jibril and the others, right?”
”────”
”Ah, sister… sister, help me… I can’t fight anymore…”
”…I’m sorry, Ryu. It’s your fault for being weak… for having no talent.”
”Sister! Big sister!”
”…”
The girl—Linca—turned her back on the boy named Ryu and ran away like a rabbit into the mist. The man and woman left behind lunged at the boy with their wooden swords.
”Now, get up!”
The boy’s scream echoed, trailing off long. A small shadow vanished into the mist, and the Eastern man and woman turned to Kian.
The man whispered in a low voice, “It’s time for education,” and charged straight toward him.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Count Cain – Talia’s father.
• Ryu – Linca’s little brother.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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