Volume 4 Chapter 17 The Secret of Rejuvenation ③ ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
At the entrance of the bathhouse, the young man planted a sign that read: Occupied—Sex in Progress, before stepping inside.
Aliona’s face flushed crimson as she stared at it. Everyone who used this grand estate knew that only she and Kian slept together. That sign practically announced to the world exactly what they were doing.
”Ms. Aliona, what’s wrong?” he asked.
She had been searching for a more discreet way of saying the bathhouse was taken when his warm, dusky hand landed on her shoulder with a gentle pat. The heat seeped through her dress, sticky and insistent. His body had only just spent itself inside her, and yet his manhood showed no signs of softening. If anything, it seemed harder, thicker.
Aliona forced herself to ignore the heavy musk rising from his groin and opened her mouth.
”Kian… isn’t there another way to phrase it? ‘S*x in Progress’—if General Isthbaran or Ms. Leanan Sídhe wandered in, they’d know instantly what we were doing.”
”They already know about us,” Kian said with a careless grin.
”Th-that’s not the point!” she sputtered, her long elf ears twitching.
But the Azraelian youth only bared his white teeth in amusement.
”Haha. I’d say it’s better this way. No one will interrupt us—we can enjoy ourselves as much as we want. Besides, those two are setting up a shelter on the beach. They won’t be back tonight.”
”Ugh…” she groaned.
”Come on, let’s go in. You promised you’d wash me,” he said, gripping her shoulder firmly, making it impossible to slip away.
Though tall for a high elf, she still found herself dwarfed by his build. When he pulled her close and guided her into the changing space, resistance became pointless. With a sigh of resignation, Aliona allowed herself to be drawn inside.
The so-called changing room was nothing more than a narrow space divided from the bath by a flimsy wooden screen. The air was instantly heavy with sulfurous steam, the distinct aroma of the hot spring wrapping around her. She hadn’t entered a hot spring in a century—hadn’t traveled anywhere in nearly eighty years. Just as when she had left the border town at the eastern edge of the Franz Kingdom, her heart lifted. The shame that had weighed on her minutes before evaporated. Age had taught her to let go of burdens with a “well, why not?”—and within seconds, anticipation for the spring filled her chest.
She slipped out of her toga, then her undergarments. Her hair, still sticky with seed, clung to her back. Across from her, Kian was already undressed, watching her with softened eyes.
”What? Is watching me change that entertaining?” she asked.
”No. It’s just… seeing you happy makes me happy too,” he said.
”When I’m happy, you’re happy?”
”Yes.”
He pushed away from the wall, his body a sculpture of steel lined with scars. As he drew near, the thick scent of his virility pressed in on her. Aliona felt her belly stir with heat. Her very womb already accepted him as her lord and husband.
She knew she could never become his true wife—his noble house of Dacia would demand heirs from another. Yet she could not help but crave him with everything in her soul.
”K-Kian… what do you even see in a dried-up old woman like me?” she whispered.
”I’ve already told you,” he said firmly. “You should look in the mirror more often. Without makeup, you could pass for your early twenties. Tall, graceful, with a full chest and a fine ass—at worst, you look late twenties. And late twenties isn’t old. It’s prime. It’s beautiful.”
”Well… perhaps on the surface, yes,” she murmured.
”Your breasts and hips are firm and plump. Women who are truly middle-aged don’t have that. Their bodies soften, lose that bounce. Not that I dislike that either,” he teased.
”You really are hopeless,” Aliona sighed, touching her flushed cheek with her fingertips. Yet her heart beat wildly—not from anticipation of the spring, but from joy. He saw her as a woman. He desired her. And she wanted to be beautiful for him, more than for anyone else.
Which was why, she decided firmly, the earlier toilet tryst was unacceptable. Filth had no place here. She wanted to give him a different kind of pleasure, something no other woman could.
”Aren’t you going to tie your hair?” he asked.
”No. It’s messy with… well, you. And besides, I have your c*ck to wash,” she said.
He drew in a sharp breath.
Her gaze traced the ridges of his abs, then lower—where his length arched up past his navel, swollen, slick with pre-come. Amid the sulfur, the sweet-sour tang of chestnut blossoms wafted into her nose.
”When you look at me like that, I want to take you again right here,” he muttered.
”For now, let’s get into the bath. I want hot water on my skin,” she said.
Kian nodded and took her hand. Guided by his rigid arousal, she followed him around the screen into the steamy chamber of black stone. The floor shone smooth beneath the rising mist.
On the far side lay the women’s section, separated by a bamboo fence that blocked any view of the ocean beyond. Whoever designed it had made their intent clear: scenery was secondary. This place was for coupling.
”No view necessary,” Kian said with a smirk. “This space was made for pleasure.”
”You’re so blunt,” she replied with a flustered laugh.
”Over there—water spilling from the bamboo. That’s where we wash. Do we have soap?”
”Yes. And here’s a cloth,” she said, handing him one.
”Then let’s wash each other,” he suggested.
”Good idea. Reminds me of our first time,” she said softly.
”That was in your underground workshop bath, wasn’t it?”
”So nostalgic…” she murmured.
Together, they walked beneath the rushing stream where water poured down from above, filling buckets at their feet. They sat close, steam swirling around them—Kian sprawled in a cross-legged seat, Aliona folding herself demurely.
The bath was brightly lit by crystal lamps, leaving her with no shadows to hide in. She pressed her thighs together, trying to cover herself, her golden hair falling forward to shield the tips of her breasts. Still, she felt his dark eyes fixed between her thighs, on the glimpse of golden curls below.
”I’ll start,” Kian said, his voice low.
”Yes… please,” she whispered, crossing an arm across her chest. Her pale breasts swelled against her arm, taut and heavy. From across the veil of steam, she heard him swallow.
”Hurry,” she urged.
”Y-yes. Excuse me, Ms. Aliona,” he said.
He filled a bucket and poured the water carefully over her head. With his broad palm he shielded her brow, making a visor so her face stayed untouched, while the hot stream rinsed seed from her golden hair.
The water trailed down—over Aliona’s white shoulders, across the spilling curves of her breasts, along her narrow waist, and over the ripe swell of her hips—before dripping onto the rock below.
A beauty that could seduce even the most jaded playboy.
T/N: pun on yarichin—”spear-man,” slang for womanizer.
Once, when her own desire had been nearly absent, Aliona had used that beauty only for manipulation and control. To be the target of lust when she herself felt none had been as revolting as plunging a hand into a nest of cockroaches. She had never offered it willingly—yet she wielded it mercilessly against the fools drawn to her like insects to flowers.
Now he wore the same expression those men had worn.
And she was glad.
For him alone, she wanted her body touched. For him, she wanted to give everything.
She gasped softly.
A moment ago he had been all hunger, yet now he carefully wet her hair, combing the strands through his fingers to cleanse them. Aliona gazed up at him, studying his young face through the steam.
Not with the innocence of a fledgling bird, but with the sharp eyes of a predator watching its prey.
Before his chest and his straining er*ction, her womb clenched restlessly, desperate to be seeded.
”I’m still dirty,” she murmured.
She lifted the arm that had been shielding her chest, exposing her wet golden hair as she caught a strand between her fingers.
”Your sticky filth ruined my proud hair. As punishment, you’ll wash it properly with soap.”
”You weren’t going to wash… mine, Ms. Aliona?” he asked nervously.
”If you prove yourself by washing me well enough,” she said.
Her arm lowered, revealing the pink peaks of her breasts—white globes crowned with pale areolae, already stiff with expectation.
”Between my breasts, under my arms—filth gathers everywhere. You’ll wash it all, won’t you?”
”Y-yes. If that is your wish, Ms. Aliona,” he said.
She laughed softly. “Good boy.”
Spreading her legs boldly before him, she shifted from her seated posture into a wide, unashamed sprawl.
Her thick thighs framed the golden tuft of her s*x, beneath which her parted petals glistened—a pink rift dripping with the mix of his seed and her own honey. It pattered onto the stone below.
”Ah—!” he exclaimed.
”Don’t stare there,” she snapped.
”Uh…”
Stretching her leg, she caught his er*ction beneath her bare foot, pressing it toward his navel. Then, pinching the shaft gently between her toes, she slid slowly up and down. His throat arched with a strangled groan.
(Cute.)
Her heart beat faster. The urge to torment him more rose in her, but she stifled it with a cold command.
”Hurry and wash me.”
”Y-yes,” he stammered.
He rubbed the soap, working up suds, and pressed the lather into her hair. Though it was not meant for hair, Aliona knew once it dried the strands would smooth, sealed against roughness.
Kian scrubbed away every trace of seed, then slid his hands beneath her arms and onto her breasts.
”Ahh—hnn…”
”Too rough?” he asked.
”No… it’s perfect. More,” she whispered.
He cupped her breasts from beneath, heavy as Sarah’s or Rufna’s, so large his dark hands vanished into their weight.
”Ahh, ahhh—”
His thumbs teased her n**ples until they tingled sharply.
Aliona’s belly quivered, her hole clenching as more fluid leaked from her shameful tear. A sweet musk rose between them.
She closed her eyes, savoring. His coarse hands kneaded her breasts, fingers stroking under their weight, drawing helpless cries from her throat. Reflexively, she pressed his rigid shaft harder beneath her sole.
”Ugh—”
”More… don’t stop,” she whispered.
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He obeyed, massaging her breasts and sliding soapy hands beneath her arms. She rubbed his length with her foot, stroking the underside.
(My breasts… he’s treating them like toys.)
”Ah, ahh—ahhh!”
(His fingers pinch the tips, rolling them mercilessly.)
”Mmhnn, ahhh—ahhhnnn!”
(And under… teasing the flesh beneath again.)
”Ahh—fuuuh♡ ahh, ahh—!”
(Armpits, stroked as if searching for something shameful.)
”Mm, mmm—♡”
Everywhere he touched burned with pleasure. When he seized her breasts in both hands at once, she cried out, “No—ahhh♡ stop♡!” But his wild eyes ignored her plea, and he ravished her body harder.
At last, unable to endure, they clutched each other.
Her soft, slick body pressed into his rugged bronze skin. Her sensitive n**ples crushed against his chest, forcing another broken cry from her lips as she came lightly.
”Mmmph♡—hahhh♡ mmm, ahhh♡”
Their mouths met, tongues writhing as they sucked hungrily. His hands kneaded her rear, fingers straying toward her cleft. She kissed him like an animal, lapping his mouth with her tongue. Any inner voice that warned her against devouring such a younger man vanished in a heartbeat.
”Does it feel good, Ms. Aliona?” he asked.
”Yes—yes, it feels so good♡”
He mauled her bottom, rubbing the crease between thigh and rump.
He obeyed, massaging her breasts and sliding gentle hands beneath her arms. She caressed his arm with her foot, tracing the contours gently.
(My… he’s easing the tension so skillfully.)
”Ah, ahh—ahhh!”
(His fingers press firmly, kneading the muscles tenderly.)
”Mmhnn, ahhh—ahhhnnn!”
(And under… soothing the skin beneath with care.)
”Ahh—fuuuh♡ ahh, ahh—!”
(Armpits, massaged as if releasing hidden stress.)
”Mm, mmm—♡”
Everywhere he touched felt incredibly relaxing. When he cupped her shoulders in both hands at once, she sighed, “No—ahhh♡ gently♡!” But his focused eyes continued, and he worked her muscles with renewed intensity.
At last, unable to resist, they embraced each other.
Her soft, warm body pressed into his strong, toned frame. Her skin tingled against his, eliciting a soft gasp as she felt a wave of calm wash over her.
”Mmmph♡—hahhh♡ mmm, ahhh♡”
Their faces drew close, breaths mingling as they shared a tender moment. His hands rested on her back, fingers tracing the curve of her waist. She leaned into him, her appreciation for his touch undeniable. Any hesitation about enjoying such a rejuvenating experience with a younger masseur faded instantly.
”Does it feel good, Ms. Aliona?” he asked.
”Yes—yes, it feels so good♡”
He gently pressed her lower back, easing the tension between her thigh and hip. It made her ache to receive his seed again, her belly melting with need.
But she remembered her promise.
Exchange was the foundation of every pact—whether in magic, or in s*x.
She pushed him down, straddling over him, eyes fixed on his rigid pride.
”A-Aliona…”
She smiled wickedly. “You washed my breasts so well. Now it’s my turn,” she said.
She pressed her soapy breasts around him, trapping him in their slick valley. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, eyes glazed.
Suppressing her urge to bite at his throat, she tightened her arms, sliding her heavy mounds up and down his shaft. Wet, sticky sounds echoed in the steam as his hot length vanished between her breasts.
”Uoh!” he gasped.
”So big. Even my breasts can’t swallow it whole. Look—your ferocious c*ck is just peeking out at the tip. Ufufu, how cute,” she teased.
”Ugh…” he groaned.
She gathered her breasts with one arm, pressing them tightly around the thick rod. The heat trapped in her cleavage made his eyes twist as if enduring too much.
Aliona fixed her gaze on his face while stroking the exposed head with her left hand.
”Uwaah—ahhh!?” he cried.
”Did that hurt?” she asked.
”N-no.”
Kian panted raggedly.
”It feels… so good. My hips are floating,” he confessed.
”That’s good. I’m glad,” she said, smiling sweetly before beginning again.
She served him with devotion, working her breasts in bold, dynamic strokes. At times she drooled onto the crown to wet it further, massaging the head with her palm.
Prec**, thick with the sharp scent of seed, spurted again and again, sliming her hand and breasts even more than the soap.
”Ms. Aliona, your paizuri is the best!” he shouted.
”Well, I’m glad it pleases you,” she said playfully, then began pumping up and down once more. His hips jerked with violent delight, his youthful vigor pulsing into her body as if pouring vitality into her veins.
”Your balls are huge,” she remarked, sliding her hand down from the crown to his sac. She cupped and kneaded gently. His strength melted away.
”Oh? So the rowdy heroic lord* calms down when I do this.”
*T/N: pun on “yūsha = hero” and “yakushaku = noble.”
”Ugh—ahh—being crushed in your breasts while you squeeze my balls—it’s too good!”
”Are you close?” she asked.
”Yes!”
”Good. Then I’ll help you let it all out,” she promised.
Aliona pressed close, her warmth radiating against his torso as she moved gently back and forth.
Soft, rhythmic sounds filled the air as their connection deepened. Her cheeks glowed; her breath came in short, excited gasps.
She delighted in this intimate moment with the man she cherished. Her skin tingled with every movement, heightening her senses even as she focused on his comfort. And then, with a sudden release, warmth spread across her chest.
Splash! Drizzle-splash! Flow, flowww—wave after wave met her skin, warm and abundant. The sensation enveloped her, the natural scent of his effort filling the air.
”Kyaaah!” she exclaimed.
”Ah—sorry!”
”N-no… it’s fine. Wow… such an incredible release…”
She gazed in wonder at the warm fluid covering her. The scent alone brought a flutter of excitement, her body reacting with a gentle thrill.
”I’m just glad it felt good for you,” she said warmly.
Stepping back, she looked down. His expression remained one of contentment, despite the intensity of the moment. His vitality made her feel cherished and connected. If he could share such a moment with her, then she felt truly valued.
Had he not held her in high regard, he would never have been so present.
She leaned back and relaxed. Her skin glowed with a healthy radiance, her body language open and trusting.
There was no room for hesitation—not when they shared such a bond. She placed two fingers gently on her stomach.
”Next, I want us to connect even more,” she whispered.
* * *
”Ohhh—ahh—ahhh! I—I’m so close!”
Steam curled from the bamboo pipe as Aliona leaned against the rock wall, her body swaying gently to meet his touch.
”So beautiful,” Kian whispered.
”Ahhh—ahhhnn!” she exhaled.
His strong hands rested gently between her shoulders, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along her skin. Two fingers glided smoothly, easing tension from her muscles.
He adjusted his touch just right, pressing a spot that made her sigh with relief.
”Ahhh—hahhh! Right there!” she murmured.
A wave of relaxation washed over her, easing her entire body.
”Wow, the release of that,” Kian remarked softly.
”My… my tension is melting away. I’m so grateful,” she smiled.
”Indeed you are,” he smiled back.
With a gentle withdrawal, his hands left her skin, the sudden absence making her sigh once more. She leaned forward, her body loosening, a sense of calm spreading as her shoulders relaxed.
”The aroma… so soothing, like lavender,” he noted.
”Ahhh—ahhh…” she hummed.
”Let’s see how you respond to this.”
”Ahh—yes…” she agreed.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her gently. His palms pressed warmly, his thumbs circling in slow, calming motions. One hand rested on her upper back, fingers moving in rhythmic patterns.
Aliona sighed deeply, her body surrendering to the tranquility.
”Haaah—haaah—that’s enough… please, let’s connect fully,” she requested.
”Then relax completely,” he guided.
”I—I’m trying… my body’s unwinding on its own,” she breathed.
”If you’re still, I can align us better,” he assured.
”Mmhh…” she hummed, leaning on the wall, trusting him.
Her breath slowed as she looked back at him, calm and receptive. His presence, steady and reassuring, pressed gently against her.
The warmth of his touch nudged her relaxed state. Unable to wait, she leaned in, embracing him with a gentle movement.
He sighed softly, and they connected deeply. Though the initial touch was gentle, her relaxed state, eased by his hands, quickly enveloped them both entirely.
Golden hair framed her glowing face as they moved in harmony.
”Ughhh!” he exhaled.
”Yes—haaah—yes, we’re connected!” she smiled, her body swaying gently with his.
She wanted to see his expression, but her hair softened her view. She brushed it aside, gathering it gently. Kian supported her, guiding Aliona against the smooth stone wall.
”Ahh—oohh♡ ahhh—ohhh♡” she sighed as they began to move with steady rhythm.
Her warmth radiated freely as she rose onto her toes, embracing every gentle motion. Sometimes he brushed her deepest spots, sometimes they flowed together—each moment rekindling a sense of vitality within her.
”Ms. Aliona, you are a remarkable woman,” he whispered.
His breath caressed the back of her hand resting against the wall. It wasn’t typically sensitive, yet the warmth alone made her smile softly. Their connection, inspired by her response, deepened.
Swish, swish-swish-swish—!
”Aah, ahh, ah, ah, ahhh♡”
Swish! Flow—
”Haahhh♡ ahhhhhh♡”
”You will join my circle, won’t you?” he asked.
”B—but… if we grow closer, our bond will…”
”It doesn’t matter.”
”Ahh♡” she smiled as he supported her waist, moving with her gracefully. The gentle splash of water blended with the soothing sounds of their connection.
He guided her into poses—one leg lifted, then upright—changing the rhythm of their movement.
(My heart… so light♡)
Embraced by his presence, she felt carefree.
Aliona relaxed, enjoying the upright position as they flowed together. His hand rested gently on her stomach, the warmth spreading through her.
”I’m… so happy♡”
He met her gaze. She smiled, their eyes locking in shared joy.
(Not my skin, nooo♡)
”Mmmnn♡ nnnhhh♡”
(And my senses, alive♡)
”Ahhh, so wonderful♡”
(These joyful sounds, they’re ours…)
”You are my partner. My cherished companion. Understand?”
”Yes♡ yes♡”
”Haah, so wonderful. Truly.”
”Ahh♡♡”
The word “cherished” warmed her, her heart fluttering. Rising on her toes, Aliona moved with him, their rhythm perfect.
(I’m… so content♡)
”Nnnnn♡ ahhh♡ ahhhhhh♡”
”Wow, I’m so fulfilled!”
Wave after wave of warmth spread within, until she felt a glow enveloping her. She smiled softly, glancing back at the youth beside her, still radiant.
Sweat glistened on him, his face aglow.
”My… my energy is boundless! Calm down, calm down my spirit! Calm down!”
”S-calm down…?” she echoed playfully, even joining in to celebrate their connection. At last, with a final sigh, they paused.
The sheer joy of their moment made her smile for their shared experience.
”Ugh…” he chuckled.
”That… felt so wonderful… haaah, haaah… Kian, are you alright?”
”Yes.”
Their embrace ended with a soft sound. Warmth lingered heavily in the air.
”Damn, I’m refreshed again, after you revitalized me.”
”Yes. My skin’s glowing too,” Aliona said, lowering her hand from the wall. Her legs steadied, but she balanced with a light shift before Kian could assist.
”Oh, graceful,” he said.
”Not as much as you,” she replied.
Lowering her arms, she smiled softly.
”Now, let’s enjoy the hot spring.”
”Yes, though I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.”
She blinked. His expression, far from fading, had already grown warmer before her eyes. She felt his gaze appreciating her figure.
”Forgive me, Ms. Aliona.”
”I don’t mind… but Kian, you should hydrate.”
Her hand drifted naturally to her side, her face turning aside. The simple gesture deepened his admiration; his expression softened again.
”Ohhh! So… so hard!” she smiled, placing a hand on her stomach as the warmth within her glowed.
(Elves rarely conceive… but…)
She stared, heart racing.
(This… he could knock me up within a year…)
But her duties forbade it. Even if a child were born, what of its fertility… what if it was flawed?
”We’ll need… contraception,” she whispered.
He answered shamefacedly, “I am… taking precautions.”
Notes:
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
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