Volume 6 Chapter 28 Reconciliation＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Don’t stare so much… it’s embarrassing,” Cianie muttered, tugging his hand firmly.
He allowed himself to be led up to a room on the second floor—her room. Judging by the layout, the first floor was clearly meant for guests, built to host members of the hero party. But the second floor? That was hers alone. The moment he stepped inside, it was obvious it had never been designed to be seen by others.
It was a surprisingly cute room.
Girly, if one dared to say so.
The walls were smooth white plaster, almost patrician in their plainness, but the bed was surrounded by a fortress of plush toys. He wanted to praise his own restraint for not bursting into laughter. Though her face remained stoic, her ears flushed a delicate red—a subtle admission of how childish the room really was. If he laughed, she’d probably hold it against him, so he kept his expression neutral.
Feigning nonchalance, he knew the first move had to be his.
Drawing a slow breath inward, he reached out gently.
Cianie, clad in pajamas just after her bath, didn’t resist as he slipped behind her, pulling her close with a careful touch. His hand settled lightly on the soft curve that marked her womanhood.
”──Nnh,” she twitched for a moment but made no move to pull away. Her eyes fixed on the bed ahead, she silently consented.
Encouraged, he embraced her tighter, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck. His fingers sank into the yielding flesh beneath the fabric, deepening the contact.
He couldn’t deny the surreal sensation.
The very hero who had come to kill him three months ago—now here, like this…
His hand confirmed the truth beneath the thin pajamas. No bra. Her breasts were on the larger side, the fabric pressing soft and resilient beneath his fingers. Cianie—the childhood friend, the heroic adversary—was now so close that he dared to think his hand was upon one of the most radiant breasts in the entire world.
Even a man accustomed to women couldn’t fully avoid the wave of emotion that washed over him.
”This feels… seriously wrong,” he admitted quietly.
”Why?” she asked, voice calm.
”Well, with the positions and all… you know.”
It was risky enough to do this with a noble, but with the hero herself? The consequences could be severe. Yet, if anyone were to demand explanations, truly no one had the standing to criticize—not nobles, not royalty—the hero was an individual.
”Klock,” Cianie said, finally turning around, a faint flush tinting her cheeks, “treat me the same as always. Don’t get weird ideas about consideration. I don’t mind if you push me down forcefully, strip me off without care, and have sex indifferently.”
Her barest blush was the only sign of tension.
”Masochist?” he teased.
”!! Not that. I only allow it because it’s you, Klock. If you say mean things, I’ll stop right now.”
”Ah, kidding, kidding. Just a joke.”
She furrowed her brow slightly and turned her face away, pouting. In that fleeting gesture, he glimpsed the Cianie of the past—the friend he had known. Perhaps it was simply hearing her name that brought the memory back, but the unmistakable motion brought a quiet reassurance.
What an adorable reaction.
Only moments ago, he had seen her as a dangerous, unpredictable force.
Women became different people between work and bed—maybe that was what this was.
Watching this docile version of her, who made no sound beyond soft breathing even as he kneaded her breasts from behind, he felt like he was merely toying with a naïve girl.
His finger hooked one of the pajama buttons—it slipped free smoothly, not stiff or resistant. Relief washed over him. With another soft pop, he undid the next, then the next.
Cianie stared down at her own shirt as it peeled open. When the front flaps parted fully, she pressed the fabric down in embarrassment.
”…Fuh… fuh,” her uneven breaths reached him from behind.
According to her, it had been about fifteen years since a man undressed her like this. It was natural she was as tense as a true virgin.
Yet in truth, her memories surely held images of skin pressed close, many times. Perhaps that familiarity only served to heighten her excitement more than a first time ever would.
Because she knew what was coming.
Though she looked like a naïve girl, she understood the sensations—the touch of lips on breasts, the delicate pressure against her womanhood, the waves of pleasure tracing through her womb.
”…Mm,” she whispered.
Her twin hills appeared beneath his hands, and she wrapped them tightly, as if to hide them.
His rough fingers sank into soft flesh, feeling the living texture rebound.
Squeeze ♡ squeeze ♡
He relished the sensation, watching her reactions carefully.
”…Ngh!”
He teased her nipples, brushing the tips with his fingertips. She squirmed slightly.
Timing it perfectly, he plucked a nipple upward.
A luscious moan slipped from her lips.
Even from behind, he could confirm the remarkable shape and color—goddess-like in beauty.
He kneaded those perfect breasts, smearing them with desire, pressing with the pads of his fingers, rubbing and pinching until they stiffened sharply.
Personally, he preferred breasts that were large and shamelessly erotic, ones that could drive him wild from the nipples alone—but he kept that thought to himself.
So, was Cianie really a virgin?
If so, it was a strange feeling—wondering if someone you had been intimate with countless times could be called a virgin.
But if she had never allowed anyone but him close, then by that reckoning, calling her a virgin was fair.
A bizarre thought.
Beyond that, another question lingered—could she really be just an ordinary human? Cianie once called herself a demi-god, but was there more to it?
”Face this way.”
His hand rested gently on her shoulder as she turned to face him.
He brought his lips to hers—the soft warmth no burglar should touch. When he sucked with a gentle chup, she wrapped her arms around him, clinging tightly.
Their lips stayed connected as he pushed forward slowly.
With steps as quiet as a thief, he edged her toward the bed, still holding her, then laid her down gently.
”Ngh… mgh, ugh… hah, hah… h,” she breathed, the depth of her arousal clear.
The raggedness of her breath, the trembling of her body, her restless hands seeking a place to settle—all betrayed the unmistakable lack of composure of a true virgin.
When he parted their lips, faint tears welled in her eyes.
Her iron mask—the doll-like expression—crumbled away. The scarlet on her cheeks was like a single streak of color on a blank canvas, and around her hung the fragile aura of a girl learning bewildering pleasure for the first time.
Somehow, it all turned utterly erotic in a flash.
Maybe he’d laid on the stimulation a little too strong.
She was already a finished product—kissed and touched, but nothing beyond that.
Getting too excited wasn’t ideal for her either. Gentle caresses mattered to a girl who longed for affection. But when desire ran too high, there was little room left for tenderness. For who she was now, extended foreplay would only bring discomfort.
From the side, he placed a hand on her head and stroked gently. Their eyes met once more, and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. With his now-free hand, he hooked his fingers over the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
As he tried to pull them down, Cianie lifted her hips to assist.
In one smooth motion, he lowered the bottoms and her underwear. Once they slid all the way to her toes, she kicked them off herself.
”…n…!!”
Without a pause, he reached for her most intimate place.
His fingers touched warm, soft skin. Reflexively, her thighs closed gently around his hand.
She was clearly very responsive—so much so that if he wasn’t careful, he might tease her unintentionally. The fabric of her underpants had certainly absorbed more than expected.
Even a hero who could cross the entire world—on a bed, he was simply a man. That much was clear.
When a girl who had said “do as you like” went weak at the hips, it was a rather vulnerable sight.
”Cianie. Spread your legs.”
She surely understood the moment had come.
Looking at him through sleepy eyes, she lowered her gaze.
A brief pause. Slowly, timidly, she parted her legs.
In that instant, how many thoughts must have crossed her mind? Perhaps she wondered if it was truly okay, if she could trust herself. That kind of hesitation must have flickered within.
Well, once it’s come this far, overthinking can stop.
…Both of them.
He no longer held back.
Cianie briefly closed her eyes, averting her gaze.
Probably she was tense. No need to worry, he thought. Crouching between her legs, he gently traced his tongue along her.
”──nnghh!?”
Her body shuddered slightly.
A quiet, soft sound blossomed into a breath of pleasure.
The scent was unique, distinctly feminine; warm flesh embraced him gently, pressed softly by thighs.
He had long given up on being particular, but he understood there was no difference between her and anyone else. A faint saltiness lingered.
Apparently, the hero destined to save the world tasted no different than any ordinary girl. The sensation felt like a perfect fit for his tongue.
”Ku── Klock… this, this…!!”
”Nn. Come on, come on──didn’t you say you’d behave? Spread your legs properly and show me your belly.”
All submission required was baring the belly.
And if you’re human, opening your legs made sense.
”I’m not a dog,” she whispered, but said no more.
She offered no resistance, grasping her ankles and opening fully; in that gesture lay a wish to show obedience.
”Beautiful, isn’t it? Even your delicate skin is flushed pink.”
”…! Klock. That’s… a bit cruel, I think.”
Her flawless white skin; warmth seeping from between her parted thighs, flushed softly when spread.
Her flesh seemed tender and packed closely. The bud was swollen and exposed; the opening moved with instinctive breath.
The gentle moisture had reached deeper than expected, and the beauty of it made one think she was almost otherworldly.
…Too precious to resist.
On snow-white skin, the soft pink of new life.
And yet, a simple touch made her receptive—an obedient sensuality astonishing in its innocence.
Too pure. With a body like hers, it seemed she had said she wanted to become someone’s wife.
Just one encounter would change everything; a single touch would bind a man effortlessly.
Such a thought stirred darkly within him. Perhaps a servant would be better than a wife. Whenever the mood struck, he would have her respond and refine her completely.
Cianie spread her legs wider, holding them open with her hands, glancing shyly.
What she offered was complete surrender—a presentation of her vulnerability and trust.
”────nnghh!!”
Without ceremony, without hesitation,
he pressed in. Without even a heartbeat’s pause, her hips moved to meet him.
Foreplay seemed unnecessary. No—this was foreplay itself.
With such momentum, forgetting that his own desire had grown, he gently entered her again.
”──kahh.”
In a single motion, her flesh welcomed him.
Soft and yielding, yet strong.
The body that had journeyed the world enfolded him tenderly; into the woman who had once seemed out of reach, he entered fully.
Finishing this first moment roughly, he moved atop her.
She embraced him back tightly. Clutching her close, he pressed a kiss to her lips while moving steadily.
”nh…fu, nh…♡”
A tingling warmth spread.
A sensation clung to him softly.
As befits a first experience, firm—yet beyond that, a feeling of connection to living flesh.
…This is incredible.
A natural gift, he realized instantly.
She might have been inexperienced—but Klock was no novice. Girls born with a body designed to respond like hers were extremely rare.
…What could it be?
A masterpiece the goddess called the ideal woman…
No, better not to think too much.
A genius in battle, she was also skilled in intimacy.
With a slight movement, she coiled and held tight.
One would never guess this was her first time; sensation surged powerfully. Each movement made her grip stronger, making him shiver involuntarily.
”…ah──this feels amazing…”
”…the way you say that…is embarrassing.”
Grinding slowly, he moved his hips in circles.
Exploring gently, savoring the textures, he took his time.
This was how innocence matured. Like forging iron, he shaped sensation into her receptive form.
It was the usual rhythm.
Doing this, his desire grew as if alive.
Crap. I can’t hold on much longer.
Seriously?
The battle-hardened Klock had no calm left to play with a first-timer.
Surprised by the intensity,
he kept moving with wet sounds; beneath her though he rode her, he felt as if he might be the one overcome.
”Damn, she’s gripping too tightly.”
”What’s that? …Does that feel that good?”
Meanwhile, Cianie had grown calm after the initial moment.
As if this state were perfectly natural.
Her forehead shone faintly with sweat, strands of hair sticking softly. Yet despite this, she radiated calm, as if comforted by their closeness.
”Why don’t you let go?”
”…Huh?”
”…Come to think of it, didn’t you say the first time doesn’t last long anyway? Just finish once now, and we’ll take our time after.”
Her words came from memory.
He had prided himself on satisfying her quickly, but now he saw there was truth in her words.
The partner in question was the woman he had entrusted so much to.
If he was going to hold her, he should return to his original intentions.
He lowered himself, leaning down to cover her, taking her breast gently into his mouth.
Soft, teasing sounds filled the room, gentle and persistent.
He held her close with both arms, keeping her warmly restrained.
A shimmer of moisture glistened on her lips once more.
At the tender whisper near her ear, his movements quickened, hips pressing closer and faster.
”──Nngh!” she breathed.
Her body arched gracefully as he moved deeply inside her.
Her warmth tightened around him, reluctant to release as he withdrew. Responding to her honest reactions, he gently kissed the tip of her breast, which called to him with quiet insistence.
”Klock… not yet?” she asked, reaching back to find his hand.
Her grip was firm, letting him know she was close.
He understood immediately and withdrew his mouth.
”Stay still,” he said softly.
Holding her hand, he leaned his full weight on her, securing her in place. With only his hips free, he continued to move steadily and deeply.
A wet sound marked each gentle motion as he moved within her.
He pulled back and pressed forward again, quickening the rhythm, filling her completely.
Her body responded, clinging and urging him onward.
He touched the deepest parts of her with care—a perfect union, as if to say, this is where you belong.
Approaching the edge, he was ready to pause.
But then Cianie, once still and compliant, wrapped herself around him with her whole body.
Her hands clasped his firmly, and her legs closed around his hips, holding him close.
The sounds of their closeness echoed softly.
The connection did not weaken him.
Held in her embrace, he found no resistance to match her strength.
The desire that had built within her now ignited fully.
”W-wait, what are you—” she began.
”Ah, ah──Nnnn♡” she replied breathlessly.
His warmth spread inside her, filling her completely.
Her protests faded in the overwhelming sensations, her body responding in waves.
She moved against him, returning his touch with a frantic, welcoming rhythm.
Life’s continuity pressed forward—an unbroken chain of connection.
Though sacred in nature, their shared moments carried an undeniable, passionate intensity.
Even as he reached his peak, he held her close, savoring the deep connection.
He remained fully engaged inside her, continuing to express his feelings through each movement.
Cianie responded with gentle tremors, welcoming him fully.
”…haa, haa… fufu,” she whispered softly.
From the very beginning, their connection had been intense—quick yet deeply fulfilling.
Despite the brevity, both found complete satisfaction.
”Hey, Klock,” she said quietly.
”…What is it?” he asked.
”This time, take responsibility, okay?”
Her words were like a splash of cold water.
He had expected them, yet still braced himself.
No turning back now—he had come this far.
”You know, I wanted to become a bride. So, for a name—Cianie Livorno sounds nice. Remember it, okay.”
It felt oddly formal for such a moment, like a promise for the future.
For her, the relationship beyond this moment mattered.
Unlike men who thought the act was all, she kept her eyes on what was to come.
”Your heart still won’t settle down, huh,” she teased, clenching slightly to stir the lingering sensations.
The reaction caused him to tense once more.
”Cianie. Turn around and show me your grace.”
What’s done was done.
They had shared their closeness completely.
Now there was only one choice—to cherish her fully.
”…Lewd,” she murmured playfully.
”Quiet. You think one moment’s enough for me?”
She turned, lifted her hips, and he joined her again.
A gentle sound marked the meeting of their closeness.
He traced her curves carefully, sliding in smoothly, the warmth wrapping around him.
”Hey… Klock, somehow you seem different, don’t you?”
It was the effect of a hidden strength within him.
They had been silent before, but she noticed the change.
After all, fifteen years was a long time to evolve.
”Hah? Must be your imagination,” he said with a smirk.
”…Really? And you seem way too good at this…”
He had plenty of experience.
What once was simple had grown into something more refined.
”It just means we fit together perfectly. Just think about how close you’ll hold me.”
”…Idiot,” she replied with a soft smile.
He held back, not wanting to break the mood.
He caressed the soft curve of her back.
Cianie glanced over her shoulder, cheeks flushed but composed—an alluring, subtle look.
When he pressed closer, her lips tightened, releasing a gentle but playful voice.
”You, you’re kinda… even in moments like this, so composed… it’s irritating.”
”Really? I want to stay graceful no matter what.”
”Oh yeah? Then I’ll make sure you never forget this night.”
She said it teasingly, and of course, it fired him up.
Lowering his gaze, he focused on a more delicate spot nearby.
”────Hii?!”
Cianie startled, hips bucking slightly as her body tightened around him.
He chuckled, gently tracing a finger in soft circles.
”Wait. Klock, don’t touch that.”
”There’s nothing wrong with it.”
Pulling her hips closer, he continued their rhythm with light sounds, teasing her gently.
Cianie placed a hand behind her back, batting at his fingers as if to say enough.
”Hey, don’t resist. If you can’t share everything with me, then I can’t take responsibility, got it?”
The word responsibility lingered between them.
She hesitated, clearly troubled.
She wanted him to stop, but if she refused outright, he’d say he wasn’t responsible.
It was a complicated dance of trust and desire.
”Klock… it’s, um, delicate, so stop…”
”Hah? Not delicate—look, it’s pink. Don’t fib to me.”
He gently probed the edge with his finger, teasing the boundary between invitation and denial.
”Eh… I’m not lying. That’s my private space—”
”That space isn’t so different. It’s part of you, too.”
He smiled mischievously, teasing her gently, drawing her closer with care.
The flesh gripping him rippled strongly. Her bewilderment flowed into him like a current, clinging deliciously. The more he distressed her, the tighter she clenched—a wonderfully spiteful woman, perfectly defiant.
As they exchanged breathless words amidst the relentless pleasure, a prickling rise toward his limit surged through him. Pulling out—no longer necessary. All he had to do was press his weight onto that seemingly innocent, richly curved body and let go.
”C’mon, gonna blow, so squeeze tight,” he said, voice rough with impending release.
For a moment, he remembered a flicker of dread toward her—but it dissolved, forgotten. What reason was there to hesitate with a woman who had taken him fully inside her, who had accepted even the most intimate of touches? As always, he barked a casual order and drove deeper.
With every thrust, the innermost depths sucked greedily at him. He pressed himself against her again and again—the exquisite delight of pinning and subduing her. Lost anew in the filthy joy of burying himself in her womb, he poured his surging heat straight into her.
”Nnghhh, n, Nnnhhh♡” she gasped, her voice trembling with release.
Splurt, splurt—the torrent spilled, muddy and forceful. He yanked her hips hard, pressing the swollen tip deep as he emptied himself inside her. Holding her waist firmly, never letting her escape, he finished deeply.
Her toes stiffened and arched tautly. Cianie pressed her face into the pillow, muffling a stifled cry. He could tell she’d come again—her body rippling unmistakably. He’d only muttered it absentmindedly—but perhaps they truly matched. Or maybe it was just that she came easily.
It was a bit early to call it clever. He crushed her ass, dwelling on trivial thoughts as the last of his seed released inside her. She went limp, utterly spent. Still surrendered to his hips, her rear sank into the bed.
When he withdrew, thick, murky white spilled from between her legs—soiled by vulgar genes. Her too-pristine body twitched in a startled spasm, as if to prove it.
* * *
”Back when I was alive, I always thought it’d be nice to fool around in the bath together after getting married.”
”…Want to take one together later?” he murmured, barely above a whisper.
The girl resting her head on his arm smiled softly in response.
No answer came, but that was probably because neither could say. She was utterly exhausted and didn’t want to move—but still wanted to tidy up before sleep. Perhaps thinking this, she hugged him tighter and snuggled close instead of replying.
”By the way, what about Mina? Is it okay to treat her as a mistress?” he asked quietly.
”I’m still thinking about it, so no,” she answered firmly.
Her reply sparked questions in the wise Klock’s mind. By her logic, if Cianie acknowledged it, she would become the mistress. If she wanted to be the legal wife, her hesitation was understandable.
”I see. But since it feels like someone’s being left out, shouldn’t we reach a conclusion sooner rather than later?” he pressed gently.
If she said no, then no one could become a mistress. The thought drifted vaguely through his mind. Then, as if prompted by his own words, she whispered close:
”Yeah, I’ll think about it. More importantly, Klock… my one and only husband. I might have some struggles because I’m a hero, but I look forward to working together from now on. Let’s support each other.”
She leaned in, brushed a quick kiss against his cheek, then returned to her usual spot in his arms, flopping onto the bed. For a moment, he caught a smirk playing at her lips—as if she had tricked him. The expression that said it was already late reminded him of the girl he’d once known long ago.
This girl… she tricked me, he thought bitterly.
Saying “my one and only” definitely meant she had no intention of acknowledging Mina as a mistress. Saying she was “putting Mina on hold” was exactly what that meant.
He couldn’t respond as she whispered goodnight. Though she acted magnanimous, as if she could rely on no one but him, the truth was different.
She was Cianie: a woman fiercely loyal to her desires, willing to do anything to feel loved. At least, that was who she had been. More likely, she was clever enough to hold her cards close—there was no way she could be so carefree about the idea of a mistress just because she’d been reincarnated.
If he thought calmly, many things should have been clear. Because of her youthful appearance, he had treated her like a young girl, but she’d lived fifteen years in her first life and about the same in her second. Her inner self was roughly his age. It was easy to imagine the cunning wisdom she could wield.
”Cianie. Remember this,” he muttered, but no answer came.
If she was truly that beautiful, he could understand being deceived. But as a man, Klock would be troubled if she thought she could easily take the reins. He was confident he could manage one, two, three, or even four affairs without getting caught.
Well, whatever, he thought as he finally closed his eyes and sank into darkness.
* * *
He could hear her breathing nearby as she slept. There would surely be struggles ahead, but compared to the aimless seventeen years he’d wasted until now, he would find a happier time filled with hope.
He was no longer a hero.
He was a woman named Cianie.
Leaving the sleeping Klock behind, Cianie whispered softly.
”The Book of Prophecies…”
When a rift opened in space, the book had fallen softly into her hand—a volume bound in black as pitch.
She opened it and flipped through the pages until she reached the last page, where text was written—not at the end of the volume. Her expression softened as she sighed.
”Thank you, Adelina. We’ve properly made up.”
A gratitude that should never be reached—sent as a message to her waiting in paradise. By Adelina’s concession, they had received the ultimate condition of being the legal wife. She had carefully confirmed the prophecy scroll, acting so as not to deviate even a fraction. Their relationship was successfully repaired. There was nothing more to wish for.
”But Adelina, are you okay with that? If you hadn’t clung to the dream, you could still be together even now.”
She heard her wish, but could not understand it. Their lives had been too different. If asked for a reason, she could say they understood—but honestly, she still did not. Adelina would probably continue waiting. Since she was told to say nothing, all she could do was watch over her with a touch of jealousy.
”…Hm?”
She closed the book and stretched before lying down again. Light suddenly ran across the page, and characters began engraving themselves—writing a message in real time while she watched.
The promise and objective with Adelina had supposedly been achieved.
Wondering if there was still something left to say, she stared at the writing:
Yesterday, the Federation surrendered.
Following the destroyed kingdom, this is the second country.
The time of ruin is near.
Notes:
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Mina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Adelina – The slave girl.
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