Volume 4 Chapter 39 Special Training ① ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The base of the Order of the Lightning Knights lay southeast of Grass Island.
The more important facilities—such as the food storehouses, the building used for strategy meetings, and the Supply Officer’s Tent where members bought their daily necessities—stood inland. Closer to the sea stretched the spaces used for daily drills.
When Kian arrived at the base, he found a dozen knights already waiting at the entrance: the half–dark elf Medea, the tiger beastwoman Amora, and others besides. Without a word, they surrounded him on all sides, guiding him toward the training grounds on Sandy Beach with such formality that it could have been called a state of high alert.
The training area itself was divided into three sections: the hardened-earth field, the wide sandy beach, and the northern barracks. The barracks served for weapons practice—sword, spear, and crossbow alike—as well as for classroom lectures. The sandy beach, on the other hand, was reserved for wrestling, boat handling, swimming, and training in lightning techniques over water. Somewhat surprisingly, the hardened ground was the least used. Battles in Crete were fought more often on beaches and aboard ships, which explained the focus. With no cavalry corps to speak of, the field was only occasionally used for monster-handling drills, or so Medea explained.
Kian had been invited to give a special lecture on Azrael’s Dance Swordsmanship, chiefly practiced by the warrior monks of Azrael. And rather than the field, the venue chosen was the wide Sandy Beach overlooking the sea.
The sandy terrain dulled the Leap techniques somewhat, but it also minimized injuries—falls that might have shattered knees on firm ground were harmless here. From a safety standpoint, it made perfect sense.
* * *
”This is one of the Leap system’s Secret Techniques: Shadow Pursuit.”
His voice rang out across the bright sands beneath the morning sun.
Opposite him stood a red-haired girl, dispatched by Medea—Eugenia Barba, if he recalled correctly. The one who moaned “nhoo, nhoo” every time she swung a blade. She now brandished a short spear longer than her own height.
Kian gathered spiral-shaped ki about his legs and kicked off the sand. In the blink of a Leap, he landed behind the small redhead.
”Nhhoaah!? Wh-what just happened~desuno!?”
Eugenia cried out, dropping her thunderstone spear as she clutched her wrist. Out of habit, Kian flicked his wooden sword in a mock blood-shedding motion before glancing down at the girl, who only now turned to face him.
From the sidelines came a cheer from the gathered Lightning Knights.
”Eh, what was that? Did he just teleport!?”
”No, he moved really fast. Look—footprints!”
”I couldn’t see a thing…”
Their whispers carried clearly across the beach.
”Are you alright, Ms. Eugenia?”
”…! D-don’t touch me, if you please!”
”Haha, forgive me. ――Ladies, that was my second Secret Technique, Shadow Pursuit. It’s used mainly by warrior monks who specialize in the Leap system—most notably the Malc family.”
”Hey, Kian, how are we supposed to counter something like that?” asked a short-haired knight, one of the girls who had been in the second team during their game of tag.
”Humans can’t even perceive movement at that speed. What about beastmen? Amora?”
”I could sort of see it,” the tiger beastwoman said in her clipped, businesslike voice. “When you first leapt, you dropped your weight for a moment before springing forward, didn’t you?”
She kept the distance of a stranger, as she should. If she had blushed or stammered, people might suspect something between them—and Kian himself wouldn’t know how to act. They had agreed long ago to treat what happened on Snow Mountain—the time she forced herself on him—as if it had never happened.
Kian noticed her heart pounding despite her steady voice, but like her, he kept his expression calm, answering as though nothing were amiss.
”Ah. You saw well. As expected, a steel tiger’s eyesight is unmatched.”
”Amo-Amo’s amazing…”
”Yeah, that’s our ace!”
”And what of humans? If we meet a Shadow Pursuit user, is that simply the end?”
”Well, for one, there aren’t many warrior monks who can use it. And I’m among the fastest even of those who can.”
Kian’s gaze swept across the circle of girls who had drawn near.
”The counter is this: the moment your enemy gathers spiral ki to their legs, move out of their shot line immediately. Shadow Pursuit cannot change direction on a dime. If you simply dodge sideways, they’ll struggle to curve their trajectory, and if you dive behind cover, they’ll be forced to break off.”
He went on.
”Another thing—some of you may have noticed already—it’s a technique that burns through the legs as it moves. Speed peaks on the second or third step, roughly fifty to sixty times normal speed. But on the first step, or the fifth and sixth, the speed drops sharply. Specifically—”
”In other words, we should either close to within five meters, or else maintain at least thirty meters’ distance at all times~desuno?” Eugenia interjected, stooping to pick up her spear.
”Exactly. To grasp the principle and put it into concrete terms so quickly—proof you are a fine warrior. Well done.”
”—Hhh!? N-not that I care in the slightest for your praise! But, well, since you offered it, I suppose I shall graciously accept! Nhhhoohohohohoho!”
”For us, we could form up in a wall and channel lightning across the deck to counter it,” Amora suggested, glancing toward Medea.
The half–dark elf adjusted her glasses and nodded.
”Keep distance and engage at range. If he closes in, form a wall together and deny the charge. If forced to fight dispersed, lure him into thickets or tangled ground, then wear him down with lightning strikes and ranged attacks. ――Would you agree, Master Kian?”
”Yes. That would be the general approach. ――On the other hand, those with excellent eyesight like Ms. Amora should practice gathering Leap-type ki. Doing so sharpens perception, which may allow you to see Shadow Pursuit clearly.”
”In that case, perhaps I and Amo-Amo, and even RitRit, ought to practice Leap as well,” said a dwarven girl with a massive battle-axe strapped across her back. She had been one of the most murderously intent during their game of tag, more so than anyone actually aiming for his heart, yet she seemed to have escaped punishment.
Kian found it curious, but he cared little whether the dwarf would be disciplined. After all, even if the entire first team had attacked him on Snow Mountain, lightning would have been useless against him. With General Asterios absorbed within, he could slaughter them a hundred times in a hundred. Death by their hands was unthinkable. If anything, he welcomed their attempts to kill him, lest training dissolve into nothing more than play.
”Before we break into individual drills, I’ll demonstrate the rest of my Secret Techniques and their counters. Next is the third: Heavenfall. ――Behold: countless blades of ki formed in the air, then brought crashing down like this.”
Kian swung his right hand downward. Invisible blades rained across the sandy beach in a violent blast, scattering plumes of sand. With another sweep of pressure, he stirred the dust, then drove the blades down a second time. At once, the ki dissolved, the blades dissipating like mist, their force gone.
”Heavenfall,” he explained, “is a technique that conjures innumerable blades to strike at midrange foes.”
Eugenia’s eyes widened in shock. The dwarf muttered, half in tears, “F-fehh, i-if he used that, we’d all die for sure…”
”In practice, it’s equivalent to facing a massed volley of crossbow fire at midrange,” Amora said gravely, staring up at him. “Instructor Kian, how should we counter it?”
”I—instructor?” he echoed.
”Yes. Today, you are our temporary lecturer.”
The others nodded in agreement. Their attention was flattering, yet made him restless. Still, time was limited, and so Kian pressed on with his explanations.
”Close in to melee, or else retreat further. One more note—Heavenfall is most dangerous when expanded into an all-range strike, but in truth, almost no user can fully exploit that strength.”
Linca, for instance, was abysmal with it. Sarah, too, though she practiced, fared little better. Natra was competent, but her shadow-thorn magic sword outclassed Heavenfall in both range and firepower, making the technique almost redundant.
Sarah and Linca forced the technique into practical range by sheer speed in condensing and releasing ki, but unlike Kian, neither could read an enemy’s escape routes and turn the technique into a checkmate.
Perhaps that inability was normal.
Thus, the counters were simple: close in to melee, or keep distance and respond with ranged magic. Either was generally sufficient.
”Another method is to fight with your back to a tree, or if with allies, to stand back-to-back and eliminate blind spots. In that way, the all-range strike—the most threatening aspect of Heavenfall—can be endured.”
”I-I see…?” one of the girls murmured.
”Next, the fourth Secret Technique—”
One by one, Kian demonstrated the remaining Secret Techniques and explained their counters.
”The fourth Secret Technique, Thunder—escape beyond the range of the black mist.
The fifth, Skyrend—once used, the enemy’s weapon will break.
The sixth, Mist Raven—the ki turns black. When you see that, do not touch the user. Take up a defensive stance and prepare for a strike from behind.
The seventh, Mirror Moon—a counter-shot technique. Simply refrain from firing at long range, and press the attack in melee. A bind, a clash of blades, even channeling lightning through a sword lock will end it before it can be used.”
”I see… Looked at this way, the Secret Techniques all seem manageable, once their nature is revealed.”
Amora nodded again and again, only for Medea to shake her head solemnly.
”The danger comes when an enemy wields several of them at once. Isn’t that so, Master Kian?”
”That’s true,” the dwarf girl agreed. “If we keep our distance, Shadow Pursuit or Skyrend will cut us down. But if we try to fight up close, Mist Raven or Thunder will counter us. Both midrange and close combat are deadly.”
”And if we try to rely on long-range magic,” Eugenia added, frowning up at him, “then Mirror Moon will send even lightning back at us. If someone could use them all, how would we ever fight them~desuno?”
Kian hesitated for a heartbeat, then said flatly:
”You wouldn’t.”
”…Hah?”
”If your foe commands them all, then the only option is a prayer and a suicidal charge. You’d have to sacrifice lives just to buy time. The only real counter would be to annihilate them from afar, with overwhelming magic that even Mirror Moon couldn’t return.”
”Wh-what!? That’s no counter at all~desuwa! The warrior monks of Azrael are supposed to excel at stealth. They’d circle around and ambush the rear of our magic corps before we even realized, wouldn’t they!?”
”They would. That’s their standard tactic. Which is why, in that case, you would have to stand and die to protect your magicians.”
”So if someone like you showed up, that would mean some of us are doomed from the start~desuno!? How absurd!”
”Eu-Eu,” Amora said firmly. “Lord Kian is the man who slew the Sword Saint of the Sun, the Thorn Demon, and the immortal Black Panther General. One of the strongest swordsmen of the West. To expect to face such a foe without casualties is what’s absurd.”
”M-my, suddenly dying for one’s country feels far too real!”
”Monsters like that are already close at hand… u-ugh…”
”If we don’t fight, our people will all be enslaved. But—oh, I’m so scared…”
Kian looked over the frightened faces and raised his voice.
”Listen to me. No enemy will wield three or four Secret Techniques. Warrior monks travel constantly on missions once their training is complete. They don’t have the time to polish the basic abilities needed to support such techniques. And most simply lack the aptitude—the body, the magic, the sheer capacity. In fact, the majority of warrior monks can’t use even one. And the ones you’ll face—their makeshift armies—barely handle the fundamentals.”
He ended with that line. Medea’s glasses glinted.
”Besides, Master Kian has already destroyed the Malc family’s main warrior monks. The only confirmed Kaiden-class left is Twelve Divine Generals’ Mansoor. And I hear he has long been ill—unlikely to ever take the field.”
”Exactly so,” Kian agreed. “I’ve frightened you more than I intended. My goal was only to impress upon you the danger. ――What matters now is this: watch my Secret Techniques again and again, until you memorize the flow of ki perfectly. Once you recognize it, you’ll know how to respond.”
”Her Highness will marry General Asterios for the sake of the realm.”
The voice came from the very back. The white fox girl, Rita, who until now had watched in silence, finally spoke. As always, the entire company fell quiet when she did, hanging on her words.
”Records say that with Asterios’s support, the Lightning Knights once roamed the seas like birds in flight, smiting foes with Zeus’s thunder and subduing them in the span of a single Leap. It will be the same again. We need not cower before warrior monks. We need only do our duty.”
”Rita is right,” Amora said, backing her.
”Our task remains the same. Now we have knowledge of the Techniques. All that’s left is to hone our spearmanship to counter them.”
”Men like Lord Kian are but a handful in the Azrael Army,” Rita continued. “The Malc women, said to be their very best, fell helpless before him. The foes we face will be far beneath that, pale imitators of Dance Swordsmanship. We need not fear.”
Her golden eyes, glowing with otherworldly beauty, swept across the group. “It will be all right,” she repeated, and fell silent.
Kian nodded.
”Then let’s repeat the Techniques several times more. After that, I’ll have some of you come forward and attempt to counter them yourselves. I’ll keep the speed and power restrained. The rest of you, watch carefully and picture how you would respond in your own mind. And for those who wish to learn Leap, remain after training—I’ll give instruction.”
By winter in Crete, dusk fell before five. The special lecture ended at half past three, and afterward Kian held a Leap workshop for volunteers. Though the training was meant only to counter Shadow Pursuit, many came: Amora, the dwarf girl Meimei, the white fox Rita, Medea, and more besides.
* * *
”Master Kian.”
Afterward, while drinking water apart from the others and watching the girls smooth the evening sands of the beach, Medea approached him.
”Ms. Medea. Thank you for inviting me today. I learned much myself.”
”Not at all. It is we who owe thanks. I never dreamed you would explain the warrior monks’ Secret Techniques in such detail…”
Her slightly shortened elf ears drooped. Behind her glasses, her keen gray eyes lowered.
”I feel ashamed. Master Kian, you truly came only to trade in this country, with no ulterior designs.”
”I told you so from the very start, did I not?”
”My apologies. I subjected you to long interrogations as if you were a criminal suspect. When in truth, we should have welcomed you as a guest of honor. There is no excuse.”
”No. I am merely a low-ranked adventurer. Dacia is nothing but wilderness. My title as a frontier noble is hardly worth mentioning. To be treated as a state guest would only trouble me.”
”You are too modest. ――If you would stay in Crete and continue to run your merchant guild, it would please us greatly. And if you might visit the order’s base from time to time, to lecture and pass on your skills to the new recruits, we would be overjoyed.”
”I cannot promise. My first duty is to my companions, who trust in me.”
”Yes… forgive me. ――Regarding payment, I have arranged for fifty additional Azrael gold coins to be transferred. Please confirm later.”
”I understand. Thank you. Once I confirm the deposit, I’ll send a receipt from my guild to this base.”
”Very good. ――Shall I escort you to the gate?”
”I won’t be marched out surrounded on all sides like when I arrived, will I?”
He returned the words with a wry smile. Medea’s beautiful face brightened with a laugh.
”Feel free to stroll about the base as you like. You bared all your techniques to us—it is only natural we should bare our layout in return. If you wish for anything, stop by the supply tent. I believe the latest card packs from Chatillon are stocked there. You play, don’t you?”
”Of course.”
”Then do have a look.”
She bowed, excused herself with, “Forgive me, I have a royal council to attend,” and strode back toward the grounds, ordering Amora to see him off as she went.
* * *
”Lord Kian.”
”Ms. Rita. Good evening.”
As Medea departed, the white fox girl approached. Her golden eyes glowed faintly in the twilight, unsettling where they had seemed like jewels in daylight.
Yet the closer he looked, the more striking her beauty became. Her snow-white hair gleamed with careful care, her skin smooth as porcelain.
Perhaps because her features carried the cast of western blood, Rita seemed delicate under the sun. From her skin rose the faint, herbal scent of the ointments used as sunblock.
As Kian studied her face, her lips—soft and tinted with pale pink gloss—moved once more.
”You worked hard today. On behalf of those not present, I thank you.”
”Not at all.”
”Did you attend a monastery as a child?”
”I did. Though I was something of a failure.”
”…I see.”
He half expected her to protest that it hardly seemed so. Instead, Rita only narrowed her long, foxlike eyes.
”Your swordplay, your footwork, the precision of your ki flow—it bears the mark of endless repetition of the basics, practiced over and over again.”
”Haha, well, I did enough to graduate.”
”‘Enough’ seems modest.”
Her gaze dropped to his right hand.
”It feels like the hand of someone who has obsessed over Azrael’s blade for ten years or more. Watching your Dance Swordsmanship, I felt something I never had before—a sense of inferiority. I knew I could never dedicate myself so deeply.”
”Ms. Rita, have you practiced Dance Swordsmanship yourself?”
”No. It is the warrior monks’ secret. A child like me, an orphan in Malc’s capital Phoenicia, could never hope to learn it.”
”An orphan…”
”I was taken in by the Princess.”
Her expression softened. For a moment, her pink lips curved shyly—but just as swiftly, she erased the smile, her face returning to blank composure.
”It was while Her Highness was studying abroad. My mother was a western prostitute who spoke no Azraelic. Because of that shadow, my own Azraelic carries an accent, hard for others to follow.”
”For the daughter of a prostitute, you seem a pure-blooded fox beastwoman.”
”My father was fox-kin too. As a child, he was stolen away to Azrael and raised as a slave in a wealthy household—or so my mother told me.”
”I see… quite a tangled past.”
”Yes, well…”
Her words were flat, but her golden eyes remained fixed upon him. Kian deflected the topic lightly, and Rita seemed to realize pressing further would only feel forced. She dipped her head.
”Thank you for today. I’ll take my leave.”
”Why don’t you use a sword?”
His voice stopped her in her tracks. He smiled.
”Your stance, your footwork—they carry the aura of a swordswoman. Sword Aura, you could say. That thunderstone spear etched with magic runes is splendid, but I believe the sword would suit you well.”
”The spear has longer reach. It suits fighting as a group. That’s why I don’t use a sword.”
”Is that so? A shame.”
”…A shame?”
”From the first time we met, I thought I would like to cross blades with you.”
He spoke playfully, to soften the edge of the words. But Rita’s eyes, when she turned back, held not a trace of laughter. They flicked over his legs, then his callused right hand. Kian heard her heart beat faster, her breath catch.
”…You jest.”
Her words were light, but she left the beach at once. Kian’s gaze lingered on the firm lines of her thighs beneath the short skirt. Her snowy tail, her stockings and garter belied it, but her thighs were thick with muscle—the thighs of a swordswoman. Compared with Maribel or Esther, they were heavy with power, almost out of place against her otherwise slender silhouette. Different, yes—but beautiful, and promising of a worthy clash. Kian’s instincts whispered of the fight they might share.
* * *
”Master Kian.”
The third time that day he heard his name called, it was from Amora, the tiger beastwoman. A fresh sea breeze swept the sandy shore, and her expression was cool, professional. No lust smoldered in her eyes—whether thanks to the cleansing air or the sweat she had shed in training, she seemed entirely composed.
”I was ordered to escort you beyond the base.”
”I know, Ms. Amora.”
”…Would you like to buy food at the supply officer’s before you leave?”
”No. But I’d like to stay here a little longer, feel the wind. And perhaps take a look around the base before I go.”
”In that case… may I beg your patience for a short while?”
”Of course. Do you have some errand?”
”Yes, just a small matter.”
Her polite smile was practiced, but Kian noticed how she pressed her thighs together, shifting uneasily. The urge was obvious. Dutiful as ever, she had joined the extra Leap drills without excusing herself, unwilling to make the others wait. No doubt her need had grown urgent by the time they were smoothing the beach, her footwork faltering.
Kian watched carefully, waiting for the moment she would finally go alone.
And when she left in haste, he cloaked himself in concealment, sliding after her through the dusk.
The time had come to repay her in kind for what she had done to him on Snow Mountain.
* * *
”Eh, Master Kian—mmph!?”
At the north end of the grounds, near the barracks, Amora emerged from the women’s latrine. Kian seized her and pulled her behind the wall.
Against the stone, he pressed close and stole her lips. She stiffened, ears rigid, struggling at first. But when he pushed his body against her belly and forced his tongue into her mouth, her breath hitched, her body trembled, and strength drained from her limbs.
Like scratching an old wound, the flames of desire rekindled.
Her fingers, once clutching at his arms, loosened, yielding to the deep kiss.
”Mm—chhh—hahhh♡…”
The proud beauty of her northern features melted with lust. But when his knee slid between her long legs beneath the skirt, she gasped and pushed at his chest.
”I—I cannot… I have a fiancé. Scipio Crete—”
”So do I. Like you, I am betrothed.”
”Th-then all the more—!”
”But I can’t hold back. Since Snow Mountain, when you forced yourself on me… since I first tasted a woman, the hunger hasn’t left me.”
”Y-you…”
”It’s your fault, Ms. Amora. You pinned me down, made me taste you, left your scent burned into me. Look—see what you’ve done?”
”St-stop…”
She twisted, but he was stronger. When his knee pressed deeper, brushing the source of her heat, she let slip a sweet, helpless cry. Her long legs tightened around his, rubbing unconsciously. Through the thin fabric, he felt the damp warmth seeping against his skin.
The smell of her arousal rose, mingling with the acrid odor of the latrine.
As he undid the straps of her armor, she covered her eyes with one arm, murmuring brokenly:
”No, I can’t… please, Master Kian…”
”But you’re already this wet.”
”T-that’s… because your male scent…”
”This scent?” He bared himself, and she gasped at the sight.
”Touch me,” he whispered. “I’ll touch you, make you feel good too.”
”I—I mustn’t! I have a husband—”
”And will he never touch you that way? Never?”
”…That isn’t everything. He serves Crete, he—”
”Then you’ll be nothing more than his slave. A decoration on his arm at banquets, smiling for him, never knowing a woman’s joy? Is that your life?”
”…”
”Only while I’m in Crete. Just a little. No one will know.”
”…But…”
He caught her hands, holding her gaze.
”Since I felt your skin, I can’t get you out of my mind. Please—take responsibility for awakening this foolish virgin.”
”—♡”
Her heart leapt, her face aflame. As a woman, being desired so earnestly by a hero shook her resolve. The memory of their last reckless, forbidden tryst surfaced, and fresh heat dampened the cloth between them.
Her lips parted, her breath misted white in the cool air.
”…Very well. It was I who first sinned. If you demand I take responsibility, I cannot refuse. But this must be the last time. I was trying so hard to forget you.”
”So you were trying to forget me too, Ms. Amora?”
”…Yes.”
”Was it really so good, then? Being with me?”
”You—you fool, what kind of question is that…”
Amora’s cheeks were still flushed as she turned aside—but then her eyes flicked up, startled, to meet his. For a single Leap of a moment their gazes tangled, and color surged into her face until it glowed scarlet.
”Mmhh—♡”
He stole her lips again.
This time, there was no resistance. Instead, Amora’s own tongue pressed forward, tangling hungrily with his, their mouths devouring one another. His hand slipped beneath her short skirt, under the string of beastkin underwear, fingers seeking the secret place within.
Rounded curves of feminine flesh.
The slick valley between.
And then—thick hair, damp and coarse, framing the molten heat below. His fingertip pressed inside, sinking into the drenched p**sy. Amora’s tongue faltered, withdrawing as she let out a muffled moan.
Her smooth hand encircled his c**k, stroking along the length with urgent pressure.
”Haahh♡ It’s… so good♡”
He pushed deeper, to the second joint of his finger, and she cried out softly, shifting her leg to open herself further. Foreheads pressed together, they shared ragged breaths, hot and wet against each other’s skin.
”Th-there… right there, just inside—it feels so good!”
”Here?”
”Y-yes… ahhh♡ s-so… right there♡”
Her eyes glazed, her tongue peeking out as she clung to him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Meanwhile her hand worked over his shaft, slick and relentless.
”How many times did you touch yourself? I did it five times.”
”I—I can’t say♡”
”Come now, Ms. Amora. Tell me how many times you thought of my c**k and pleasured yourself.”
”…Th-three.”
”And where did you do it?”
”In b-bed… and twice, in the bath, in the morning…”
”How? In the bath, what did you do?”
She shivered, breath hitching.
”O-on my knees… wearing my bath dress♡ I slid my hand beneath the wet skirt… pushed up my breasts… and touched myself desperately.”
”Where? Inside?”
”Ahhh♡”
Pressed against his knee, her clit**is quivered, her grip on him tightening as she stroked harder.
”B-both… my clit**is and inside. My maiden’s seal is gone… I used my fingers… and over and over, I shook apart… and every time I thought of you, Master Kian…”
”You’re such a lewd young lady.”
”You—you’re the one to blame. So strong, and yet you let me… you showed such an opening…”
She whispered sulkily, but with heat beneath.
”I’ll make you lick me again…”
”I thought this was the last time?”
Her words were cut off by another kiss. Her hand guided him beneath her skirt, lifting one shapely leg high to welcome him.
Her body was limber, raising her leg almost straight, white skirt falling back to reveal thick hair and the pink flesh already glistening.
Withdrawing his soaked finger, he toyed with her clit**is, drawing sharp cries before she squirted helplessly. And in that instant, he thrust into her waiting heat.
Standing, pressed against the wall of the latrine, her lifted leg braced high, he drove deep.
”Mmhh♡ ahhh—♡ nnnn♡”
Her powerful hips clenched his c**k, while above their tongues entwined in a sweet, desperate kiss.
Insects sang faintly in the distance as their bodies joined, fused tight.
”You’re so indecent, Ms. Amora.”
”And you… oh gods, why does it feel so—ahh♡ so good!”
He tasted the salt of her underarm, licked the faint stubble there, and she gasped, calling him a pervert in a trembling, thrilled voice. His thrusts only grew stronger.
Their cries rose together, echoing against the stone wall, until she seized him with violent spasms within, muffling her climax into his mouth.
(It’s coming!)
Heat surged, pouring out between them.
Even as he spent himself, her hips rolled wantonly, milking him for every drop. Her breasts trembled with the motion, obscene and beautiful.
”You really are… wicked…”
Breathless, she knelt before him, taking his c**k into her mouth to clean him with slow, wet strokes of her tongue. The lewd sound of her sucking nearly undid him again.
By the time she rose, her armor plate in hand, her eyes still flicked nervously for anything left behind.
”Ms. Amora—”
”What is it—mmph♡”
He kissed her once more, this time softly, lips only brushing lips.
”…I’ll wash, and then return to the beach. You should come later, separately.”
”Very well. Still… being with you was unforgettable. I doubt I’ll ever forget it.”
”Forget it! …Now I must go.”
She hurried off into the thickets, circling wide to the sea, likely to wash away any lingering scent.
Kian waited until the tiger maiden’s presence faded. Then he spoke, voice carrying toward the wall of the latrine.
”Eavesdropping is hardly polite, Ms. Eugenia.”
”…!”
”You’re there, aren’t you? Come out.”
From within the women’s side came a rustle of hesitation. At last, footsteps, water running over fingers. Then, reluctantly, a small figure appeared from around the corner.
The red-haired knight, Eugenia, stood there, staring up at him, at a loss for words.
After a long silence, fidgeting with the ends of her hair, she finally blurted:
”Um… just what were you and Ms. Amora doing back there?”
Notes:
• Amora – Scipio’s fiance, and the knight of crete.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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