Volume 4 Chapter 34 His Fiancée ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Before Kian could answer, the tiger Beastmen girl, Amora, snatched his mantle away.
Though it wasn’t something Kian, the one being seduced, should complain about, Amora’s innocent and cute appearance belied her bold nature. She picked up the mantle he’d laid on the snow and swiftly spread it at the base of a nearby tree.
Then, she draped the large mantle Kian had taken from him over her shoulders sideways.
”Excuse me, Master Kian,” she said quickly, lifting him up.
In the next instant, Kian was seated on the mantle she’d laid out, with the tree at his back. The steady heartbeat of the tiger girl Knight reached his vampire senses.
Amora, using the mantle as a blanket, straddled his lap, her warm breath puffing from her mouth.
”There, all set.”
Under her miniskirt, her legs were bare, her boots removed. Yet she showed no signs of cold, settling onto his lap. Her pale knees sank into the thick winter mantle.
From his angle, he could see the soft flesh of her thighs spilling out from under her white skirt.
”To keep you warm,” she said.
Her jellyfish-like yellow hair drew closer. Amora wrapped the ends of the mantle around Kian’s back, tying two firm knots, enveloping them both.
The mantle, custom-made for Kian’s large frame, easily accommodated them when they pressed close.
”I’ll tie the bottom too,” she said.
From Kian’s perspective, he could see her chest encased in a black inner garment, her neatly trimmed tiger-fur bangs, and her youthful, refined lips painted a soft pink. As she tied the knots, her half-open lips exhaled warm breath, the steam lingering between Kian’s face and her figure.
Unnoticed, he inhaled through his nose, catching not the raw scent of saliva but the herbal aroma of breath freshener. Earlier, he’d seen her take something from her miniskirt pocket and chew it—apparently, a herb to mask her breath.
”All done. Are you warm enough, Master Kian?”
”I’m fine, but… uh, we should head back.”
”Huh?”
Her chest pressed against his torso. As a mature member of the Steel Tiger tribe, her presence was substantial. Despite having just been in a heated situation, her hair still smelled delightful, and he found himself unguardedly drawn to Amora’s charm.
Her round tiger ears made her seem like a large cat seeking affection. She rubbed her high nose—typical of northerners—against his chest, inhaling Kian’s scent. Her black-clad shoulders shivered, and a warm, feminine scent rose from where their bodies met.
”Hehe…”
”Ugh!”
She latched onto his clothing, tugging gently with her lips. Meanwhile, her smooth, white hand slipped under his thigh, her touch sending a jolt through him.
Wrapped tightly in the mantle and pressed against the tree, Kian couldn’t resist without risking damage to the mantle or the belt restraining his hands.
”You’re so warm…” she murmured.
”Ah, Ms. Amora, stop—”
”What’s wrong?”
”Ugh!”
She pinched his side with her fingers, her neatly trimmed nail grazing his skin. A sharp, tingling sensation. She gently teased the area, her touch both playful and insistent.
”Oh… fuu…”
”So cute. Trying so hard to hold back.”
”Ahhh!”
”That face… it’s so captivating,” Amora whispered, her voice trembling.
She looked up at him with a flushed expression, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her red-lipped mouth parted, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips.
Her breath, warm and white, puffed against him. The Steel Tiger tribe’s high body heat made her feel almost feverish, despite the snow around them.
Beneath the mantle, her long legs shifted, moving from a seated position to wrap around his waist—a familiar, comforting hold.
Though slender, her Steel Tiger lower body strength locked his waist firmly. Her ankles crossed, and his bound wrists brushed against her back.
”Ma… Master Kian… ♡”
Her voice dripped with affection. Up close, her face glowed with warmth. Her breath, alternately cool and warm, puffed against his nose.
Her hand, previously teasing his side, guided his arm around her, pulling him closer. Her miniskirt revealed no underwear, and a sweet, enticing aroma wafted up, mingling with the crisp winter air.
He felt her lean into him, her warmth enveloping him. The moment their bodies pressed together, Amora’s breath quickened, and she leaned heavily into him.
”Ugh!”
”Huu… ♡ Huu… ♡ Hehehe… ♡”
Her chest pressed against his, her figure swaying dramatically. Her clothing, slightly disheveled from earlier, hinted at the intensity of the moment.
”I… I want to stay like this ♡ Is that okay?”
”Auu… no… I… I have a fiancée.”
At the word “fiancée,” Amora’s breath grew ragged. Her lip gloss revealed a fang, and her eyes narrowed playfully.
”I’m not letting you go ♡――――nghh…”
”Ugaaaah!?”
”Ahh… ♡ Haa… ♡ Ahh… ♡”
Her grip tightened, her warmth enveloping him. He felt her resistance, but Amora showed no mercy, her determination clear. Her melted expression and the intensity of her gaze turned the moment into something unforgettable. She slid down, her weight pressing against him, until they were fully entwined.
His senses were overwhelmed by her presence, her scent, and the tightness of her hold. It was a sensation reminiscent of the most intense moments he’d experienced.
Amora, meanwhile, gazed intently at Kian’s face, her expression a mix of triumph and affection.
”Ah… it’s… so warm…” she murmured.
”Ugh…”
Amora, leaning close, rested her hands beside Kian’s ears, her flushed cheeks glowing as she blew warm breath against him.
”Master Kian, it’s your fault, isn’t it? You were unconsciously inviting me, leaving your back so vulnerably exposed as if saying, ‘Please, take me.’”
”Uu… guu…”
”That face… it’s so enticing ♡ Tell me, isn’t my… inside pleasurable? Answer me!”
”Ugh… uu…”
”Which is better—me or your fiancée?”
”――――!?”
Her insides clenched tightly. The Steel Tiger tribe’s superior physique, combined with her exquisite beauty and intoxicating feminine scent, made her a force to be reckoned with.
Amora’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, as if she’d enjoy his answer either way.
From Kian’s perspective, she loomed against the backdrop of evergreen branches, her shadow casting a dark allure. The scent of perfume mingled with her arousal, and her once-innocent mask had fallen, revealing a domineering empress reveling in her conquest.
”Come now, Master Kian. Answer me,” she cooed.
Her hips swayed, applying a delightful pressure. Her arms cradled his head as she peppered his cheeks with delicate kisses. Her pale hands stroked his face, her chest rising and falling in sync with her breath, their closeness overwhelming.
”Your fiancée or me—which is better?”
”My… fiancée, of course!”
”Oh? How interesting… Thank you for saying that. It wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t resist a little,” she teased.
”Wha—?”
Before he could protest, her lips silenced him. Her hands soothed his head as her insides tightened around him, the sensation akin to a skilled hand. Despite his stillness, her slow, rhythmic movements served him perfectly.
”Remember, if you climax, you lose,” she whispered.
Her lips trailed from his mouth to his cheek, her tongue flicking toward his ear. Though likely coached by her mother or servants, her technique felt instinctual, a wild Steel Tiger’s intuition.
”If you climax, you’ll have no excuse for your fiancée, will you?”
”Auu…”
Her fingers grasped him firmly, her touch sending waves of pleasure.
”Hehe… hehehe…”
Amora’s playful expression vanished, replaced by one of pure, unbridled desire. Her eyes glazed over as she moved with frantic urgency.
”Haa♡ Ha… ah♡ Huh♡ Oh♡… Huh♡… Fuu♡ Haa♡ Ahhaa♡ Nn♡ Nn♡♡ Nnuu♡”
The sticky sounds of their union echoed from beneath her crushed breasts, pressed against Kian’s chest. Her hardened n**ples and swollen areolas rubbed against him, causing her to shudder and adjust her grinding motions. She covered her mouth, stifling her moans.
”Ku… aah!”
”Huf♡ Ha♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ Nha♡ Haa—♡ Fuu, Nn♡”
Her hips moved rhythmically, occasionally stopping to grind against him. The coarse sensation of her hair, mixed with the hardness of her clitoris, was unmistakable. She adjusted her angle to maximize the friction, her rationality slipping away. Drool spilled from her half-open mouth, her moans growing wilder.
”Ms. Amora, your voice…”
”――――Nn…”
Realizing her voice carried, she pressed her lips to his. The minty breath freshener couldn’t mask the raw scent of her saliva. Their bodies pressed together, their awkward, worm-like movements driven by pure instinct.
Her grinding grew frantic, her muffled moans resonating in his mouth.
”Nn♡ Nn—♡ Nn…, Nn♡♡ NnnnnnNn♡♡”
She pressed her hips hard, her clitoris rubbing against him as her body jerked. Their kiss broke, scattering droplets of saliva into the cold air.
Amora’s chest heaved, her throat arched as she focused on her lower abdomen, which unconsciously tightened. Her insides clenched around him, like a firm grip, while her inner folds wriggled, caressing him relentlessly.
A warm liquid burst around him, and Amora’s throat bared as she moaned, “Ohh♡ Onn♡,” her body trembling.
”Ku… I’m…!”
”Nn—♡”
Her insides pulsed with his release. Amora’s forehead creased as she gasped, “Shee-haa,” trying to disperse the addictive pleasure of his drugged semen.
Her innocent face belied the vicious milking of her insides, which continued even after he’d finished. Kian wondered if her aftercare might surpass even Linca’s, as he was drained completely.
Her lips returned, their tongues tangling unconsciously.
Chu, picha—their semi-union remained as they pleasured each other orally for what felt like an eternity.
* * *
”I’m truly sorry, Master Kian,” Amora said five minutes later, her wild nature subdued by the cold air.
Kian offered a weak smile to the kneeling tiger Beastmen girl, though it was all an act.
”It’s… fine, Ms. Amora. You’re young—it’s natural to be swept up by instinct. I… don’t hold it against you… ku…”
Feigning distress, Kian staggered, clutching his mouth. His furrowed brow and expression conveyed the mental anguish of an unwilling participant as he leaned against the tree.
”Ki… Mr. Kian—aa…”
Amora reached out to support him, then withdrew her hand, realizing she was the cause of his pain. Kian shook his head gently and smiled at her.
”Let’s forget today ever happened. I truly feel sorry for your fiancée. This secret goes to the grave with us.”
”I have no words to apologize enough. My rationality… it just snapped. I’ve never acted like this before.”
”I can’t explain fully, but my body emits a pheromone that attracts women. I usually suppress it with medication, but during that long interrogation earlier, the suppressant likely wore off. You must’ve been overwhelmed by it.”
”I sensed something… a dizzying scent from you. But that’s no excuse. A sound mind and strong will should’ve prevented this. I’m truly sorry.”
Amora hung her head. Kian knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her jellyfish-like hair trembled, and a faint arousal scent lingered, though she fiercely shook her head to regain control.
”It’s not about willpower. This is closer to drug addiction. The best solution is for you to stay away from me. For some reason, you’re especially susceptible to my pheromones.”
”……”
”You seem to have an idea why.”
”―――― No… Wait, more importantly, we must clean up! But we’re so soaked, everyone will notice. We should say you got lost and head down early. Maybe jumping in the sea will mask the scent?”
”Cleanup isn’t an issue.”
Kian called to Talia, activating his (Penetration) ability. Like Linca’s, it was flawless, though limited to his spirit-infused right arm—enough for this situation.
With Amora’s consent, Kian traced his right hand over her soiled clothes. She gasped as his arm phased through her, then watched in awe as the fluids were absorbed, leaving her clean.
He teleported the waste into the snow, repeating the process swiftly.
Kian’s own trousers were a disaster—semen, her fluids, and secretions everywhere. Amora’s face flushed at the sight.
”I’m so sorry. This is humiliating. I’m no better than a beast.”
”Honestly, you were a stalker. Ambushing me while I was… well, any normal man would’ve been terrified.”
”I’ll never come near you again. I have a fiancée too… What I did is unforgivable. I’m the worst.”
”Ah, so you’re engaged after all.”
Kian cleansed Amora’s mantle, stained with her broken hymen, nodding in understanding. A woman taught bedroom techniques by her mother, beautiful and reliable, would certainly be engaged.
Amora nodded.
”We’ve been together two years… since I was seventeen.”
”Wait, two years and you were still…?”
”Yes.”
”Oh… Well, if you’d like, my magician can restore your… you know.”
”No, I couldn’t impose! It’s my fault for attacking you. Your kindness is more than enough. You’re too generous, Master Kian.”
”But wouldn’t your fiancée mind? My witch can heal the physical damage, if not the magical purity.”
”No, it’s fine! I’ll never… be intimate with him. He’s half-elf.”
”Ah, so no children?”
Amora nodded sadly.
”Plus, he’s taken a Vow of Chastity to enhance his power from Zeus. He remains pure, untouched by women.”
”A magical vow of celibacy?” Kian asked, intrigued.
”The opposite of sexual magic. He channels his life force inward instead of releasing it.”
‘Does that even work?’ Talia muttered skeptically.
Kian studied Amora’s youthful, frustrated figure. Her beauty wasn’t just facial—her limbs were long and graceful, her curves ample despite her slender frame. Even her tiger tail was adorably plump.
‘She’d be a perfect addition to the harem, if she weren’t taken.’
”Your fiancé is quite devoted.”
”Yes, he’s a key figure in national defense. Actually, he’s Scipio Crete.”
”Ah, that explains it. That’s why you could follow me, and Ms. Medea didn’t notice your arousal.”
”My… arousal? Yes… Everyone trusts me. I betrayed that trust.”
Her serious expression twisted as she gripped her arm tightly. Kian offered her cleaned mantle.
”Thank you… Let’s forget this ever happened.”
”From someone who assaulted you, it’s a lot to ask, but please keep this secret. My actions are a scandal.”
”It’s a scandal for me too. Though my reputation is practically nonexistent—just a Lower-rank Adventurer who appeared months ago.”
”That’s not true… But you’re genuinely skilled. Fighting you proved my shortcomings. Defeating the Sword Saint of the Sun, repelling the Thorn Demon—it felt like a fairy tale, but now I understand. Not… not in that way!”
”I know,” Kian smiled, adjusting his mantle.
”We can’t return like this. Let’s gather firewood and claim we were discussing martial arts. It’ll buy us time.”
”Understood.”
Amora nodded, bending to pick up a fallen branch. Kian’s gaze lingered on her skirt-clad hips.
* * *
After that, Kian and Amora returned to the slopes carrying firewood together, but no one seemed to suspect an affair between them. Even Medea, who asked why they had taken so long, believed without hesitation when Amora explained that she had been learning in detail about Dance Swordsmanship, complete with demonstrations. In fact, Medea whispered instructions so quietly that no ordinary human could have heard them: “Extract more information from him about the Secret Technique.”
Kian and Amora rejoined the second squad as though nothing had happened, and together with the others enjoyed Crete’s field rations. The fare was surprisingly luxurious—dried fruits, biscuits, jerky, and coffee. As expected of an elite order of knights, one supported by the children of powerful nobles from the Kingdom of Crete.
That afternoon they trained in mobility using skis (the game of tag had been only in the morning), and by four o’clock they boarded the dragonflies to withdraw from Snow Mountain.
* * *
”Kian, I’m sorry!“
Just as they were about to board, Guria came running over in a flurry—the girl had been missing since morning.
”Guria, you must be tired. Sorry? For what?”
”My apologies, Master Kian,” Amora said, bowing as she climbed aboard one of the dragonflies.
”Ah, yes… thank you, Ms. Amora.”
After returning her nod, Kian turned back to Guria. Medea joined them as well, having been checking the slopes from behind.
”It’s about today’s training. I really am sorry. Caesar and the others actually came at you with intent to kill, didn’t they?”
”Yeah…”
Indeed, that rough-looking black-haired girl had nearly pierced his heart the moment the game of tag began. The dwarf girl with the singsong ‘nano desu~’ habit had been bad enough, but Caesar’s strike had carried genuine murderous intent.
”Don’t worry about it. Training for killing can’t be done without the intent to kill. In that sense, everything after the first round of tag was just child’s play.”
”I’ve ordered Caesar and several others suspended indefinitely,” Medea said, pushing up her glasses.
”For as long as you remain on this island, they’ll be effectively expelled from the order of knights.”
”…Won’t that draw resentment from their families? They’re influential nobles, aren’t they?”
”I spoke with Caesar’s parents myself,” Guria answered firmly. “At least on the surface, they seemed to accept it.”
As the dragonfly’s wings began to stir the air, she pressed down her skirt and went on.
”Kian, I really am sorry. You said you might get pushed off a cliff, but I never imagined something like this would actually happen.”
“Isn’t she just hopelessly dense? …Well, maybe that’s her redeeming trait.”
Talia’s voice sighed in exasperation.
”Master Kian, I too apologize for failing to keep proper oversight of our members,” Medea said with formality.
”To be honest, Ms. Medea, it felt like you were antagonizing me the entire time,” Kian replied coldly. “I hope your apology is sincere.”
Medea silently stepped back a pace. Shameless half-elf.
This woman might one day interfere with the running of his merchant guild. If the chance arose, she was one he ought to kill. It had been a while since he last silenced a magician with the Secret Technique, and to keep his sword from dulling, he needed worthy blood to feed it. Medea—or perhaps Scipio—would do nicely.
Leaving her behind, Kian boarded the dragonfly’s rearmost seat beside Guria.
”You barely got to play tag at all, didn’t you?”
Guria laughed weakly. “Haha… yeah. But we still have time left. Honestly, I don’t mind missing out if it means preventing a repeat. You’re an important guest, Kian.”
”If you’d like, I could play tag with you another day.”
He whispered it between the drone of the wings. Guria’s face lit up instantly.
”Really!? Then—what about tonight!?”
”Of course. Can you slip out of the palace?”
”Sure! I told you, right? Until my wedding night with General Asterios, I’m free to do as I please. So I’ll sneak out tonight and visit your merchant guild. We don’t have to be at Snow Mountain—let’s just play tag anywhere.”
”Sounds like a children’s game,” Kian remarked despite himself.
Guria smiled wistfully. “That’s because it is. Tag is the kind of game everyone plays when they’re children.”
The dragonfly rose into the air, and the wind carried her voice away.
After that, they sat in silence, watching the view below transform from snowy mountains to sprawling grasslands. The dragonfly carrying Kian landed on the beach before the Private Beach, where he parted ways with Guria.
Alone, he walked through the dusk toward Priscilla’s villa.
When you meet her tonight, make sure to extract the date of Asterios’s summoning. I’ll be asleep.
(Understood. For today… well, making a connection with Amora was enough of a gain. That should do.)
’I was bored the entire time. On top of that, I even had to clean up after your little escapade.‘
(My bad.)
As he muttered this with a rueful tilt of his brow, a shadowy figure—someone he had noticed even during landing—ran toward him from the post station.
The man was built strong, dressed in salt-scented sailor’s clothes, and looked like a ferryman.
”You’re Mr. Kian of Izerland?”
”Yes, that’s me.”
”Good. There was a note saying I had to hand this to you directly. Here.”
”…Thank you.”
Kian accepted the small blue envelope the man held out. It was sealed, and carried the scent of rose perfume.
That color and that fragrance—Christy.
She usually sent him a letter once a month. This was already the second for this month. What could have happened?
An uneasy feeling stirred in his chest.
’Why not open it and see? Maybe you’ll know why you feel that way.‘
”You’re right.”
Kian nodded, and tore open the beautiful seal that seemed to herald some approaching end.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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