Chapter 18 Ashley’s Memory — Part ⑨ — Sin ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Ashley decided to have Yuuri undress first.
Whether to bare herself or let him peel away her layers, she paused, breath catching like a secret on the edge of confession. This was not the frantic surrender of before, when the cursed mark between her thighs had clawed sanity from her bones. Ashley was no longer the trembling novice who flinched at shadows of desire. To strip slowly before his gaze would set her pulse racing, yes—but she craved the moment he commanded it, when resistance melted into sweet inevitability.
Another reason anchored her choice: Yuuri’s gear. Thick, battle-scarred leather and padded cloth, forged for the dungeon’s teeth. The instant she saw it, she knew undressing him would be a ritual of patience. Belts, buckles, straps—each a vow of protection he wore like a second skin. If she had yielded to the heat coiling low in her belly and begun her own unveiling, she would have stood bare while still wrestling with his armor.
She worked swiftly, eyes fixed on the task, yet every brush of fabric against her fingertips felt like a caress. The suit was heavy with the day’s grit—dust from forgotten corridors, mud from paths he’d carved for her safety. This was the armor Yuuri trusted when skill alone failed him. Scuffed, loyal, alive with his journey.
”…May I clean it?”
She knew he could summon purification with a thought. Still, the cloth would soon drink new stains from what they were about to share. Let it be part of her service. Ashley lifted a hand, palm glowing soft. Light folded around him like dawn mist. Grime dissolved, threads sighing clean.
Only then did the error bloom.
”…I didn’t savor it first…”
Regret sharp as winter, she ducked beneath the open collar, pressing her face to the warmth beneath. Drew the fabric over her head like a hood and inhaled—deep, greedy, reverent.
Nothing. Only clean linen and faint soap.
She emerged, cheeks puffed in a pout that belonged to a simpler girl. A familiar’s nose knew Yuuri’s scent as sacred incense; to purge it unclaimed was sacrilege against devotion.
”Fine. I’ll remember next time.”
The sulky lilt slipped free, old habits surfacing like bubbles. Fingers flew to his belt—buckles, loops, knots. Minutes stretched, but at last the last barrier fell. His body, unveiled, was a map of quiet strength: scars faint as moonlight, muscle honed by necessity rather than vanity.
Yuuri shifted, half-dressed weight awkward. He rolled to his side, perhaps chased by dreams or the drag of heavy gear.
”Yuuri… please, on your back.” Her whisper curled against his ear, playful yet edged with need. “I can’t reach your secret places like this… can’t welcome you properly.”
Inside the workshop, a familiar could no more shove her master than deny the tide. She nudged, coaxed, but he answered only with a low, stubborn rumble.
”Yuuri~” Sing-song, laced with frost. “Shall I cool the air until you beg for warmth~? Naughty masters who refuse service earn consequences.”
Impatience sparked. If he would not yield the angle, she would sculpt pleasure around his defiance.
”First… let me wake the dragon♡ I know every scale by heart♡”
Her palm closed gently around the sleeping length. Lips brushed the tender weight beneath, a kiss of worship. This was artistry she once blushed to imagine; now shame bowed to purpose. A press here, a swirl there—soon the dragon stirred, rising proud and fierce, too grand for her circling fingers.
”Hehe♡ Still refusing to turn? ♡ With that lazy pose, you can’t flee the sheath that craves you♡”
Ashley curled against his side, guiding the heated crown to her gate. She draped one leg over his, shameless, opening like a night-blooming flower. A slick whisper escaped her petals—traitorous, eager. No scent was needed; the mere thought of service drenched her. This body was a hymn written in his name, every verse ending in surrender.
”Mmm♡ How does my garden greet its lord♡”
His slumber slowed the glide, but the struggle itself was exquisite—each inch a negotiation, each breath a vow. The angle caught, released, caught again; sparks danced along her nerves.
”Uh… ah…”
”Hehe♡ You like being devoured too♡ Ah, ah♡”
Her depths had memorized him, yet his girth still stretched, still claimed. In the crooked pose, every shift scraped new secrets awake. Short, sharp bursts of bliss—hers, his—until the final triumphant swallow seated him to the hilt.
”Ahhh…♡ Can you feel it♡ My core reshaped to your silhouette♡ The gate of my womb kisses your crown♡”
She wanted eternity in that lock, but time was a jealous chaperone. Princess Marina’s suspicions loomed beyond the workshop door. This must be swift, a stolen ember.
”Ah♡ Mmm♡ Tell me it sings for you♡”
Muscles fluttered, hips rolled in tiny, wicked circles. He could not drive; she could barely sway. Yet limitation birthed invention—she clenched, tilted, milked. The dragon thrashed against uncharted walls.
”Hiii♡ Yes, yes♡ The tip slaps my deepest bloom♡ Again, again♡♡”
New angles, new ecstasies. Service blurred into hunger; she chased the horizon of her own crest.
”Ah♡ Amazing♡ The womb drinks every blow♡――Haaa♡ I-I’m falling♡ Falling♡♡”
The wave crashed. Her channel rippled, pleading. The dragon pulsed, wounded by her pleasure.
”Ahhh…♡ Forgive me for cresting first♡ But truly… you left me no choice♡ Refusing the altar I prepared♡”
A teasing squeeze—scolding, adoring. The dragon swelled, demanding tribute.
”Hehe♡ Greedy♡ Very well—this time, your release♡”
She shifted from velvet to vise. Hips snapped in the narrow cage of his weight. Victory seemed hers to grant.
”How is it♡ At the precipice♡ Spill whenever you—”
The world flipped.
Yuuri rolled, pinning her beneath mountain and storm. Breath fled; bones sang. She could no more resist than a leaf fights the gale. Yet beneath the crush, revelation: this was the measure of a man—raw, undeniable.
”Yu-Yuuri… heavy… can’t— Ah♡ There, there♡♡”
Chest like forged iron flattened her breasts. Hips like battering rams drove the dragon home. The crown battered her womb’s gate, relentless.
”Ah♡ Nooo♡ You’ll shatter me♡ That place is sacred♡ That place is yours♡♡”
The cradle of life itself—hers, yet not. The goddess’s law: no child unless he willed it. No refusal if he did.
If he demanded now…
Sin roared. She nearly begged. Nearly offered the forbidden fruit.
No. Others trusted her. A child born of shadows would drown in them.
”Ah♡ I’ll bind you♡ Coil tight♡ Make me your weapon♡ Spill, please♡ Drown me in mercy♡ Now, now♡”
She swallowed the abyss. Tool. Only tool. Fear ebbed; purpose flooded.
Ashley’s arms encircled his back—gentle, fierce. Legs locked around his hips, guiding the dragon to every secret notch.
”I serve♡ I serve♡ Yuuri-sama♡ Let the dragon feast♡ Flood your vessel♡♡”
Small motions, desperate precision. She kneaded, worshipped, begged with muscle and murmur.
”How ish it♡ Twitching♡ I feel it♡ The storm breaks♡ Thank you♡ Thank you♡♡”
His hips stilled. The crown lodged against her gate. The dragon roared.
”Aaah♡ Here it comes♡ Fill me♡ Overflow♡ Nhiiii♡♡”
Byuuuuuu!!
White fire poured straight into her womb—scant spilled, most claimed. Her belly rounded with sacred weight; excess kissed her walls on the way out, igniting aftershocks.
”Hii♡ So full♡ Bliss♡ But only a sip of skill♡”
Another pulse, another crest—she shattered, pinned, a moth in amber.
”Nfu♡ Yuuri’s gift♡ My womb yields♡♡”
The skill bloomed, soul-searing. She endured, trembling, denied even the luxury of writhing.
They lingered, fused. Her breath slowed. She braced for round two—then he rolled again. The dragon tugged, half-free, scraping embers.
”Fuee—sudden… Aahn♡”
A wet sigh as air rushed in. Seed cascaded, warm rivers down her thighs. Emptiness ached for refilling.
”Oh♡ Ohho♡ As always, your flavor lingers… and I drift…♡”
She grumbled, but she had no strength left to attack him. While her stolen strength slowly returned, she checked the new skill.
Ice Technique.
It seemed to let her handle ice magic with more detail. She had expected a skill to raise ice magic power. But on second thought, this one was better for her. She already had magic power up. More power on top of that would only cause runaway magic. Let magic power up handle output, then control the unleashed power she could not manage before with Ice Technique. That would strengthen ice magic in practice. It cut waste. Both power and length would far surpass before.
Ashley tried making an ice grain. A tiny speck, barely visible, appeared in her palm.
”This is… amazing.”
Ashley could not help but gasp. Before, even with full effort, the limit was thumb-size, and she always panted. Now there was no sign of that. Magic power use dropped with lower output, but fine control was different. Tiny magic needed skill to keep a small area stable. Too low output actually used more power. Making this tiny ice proved she could now use stable magic at higher output too.
”One, two, three… Hechu!”
Ashley got carried away adding more cold sources and remembered she was still naked. Shocked by her bad manners, she sneaked a look at Yuuri. Of course, her master slept in dreams; no one saw her rudeness. Ashley sighed in relief, but she could not hide her unease that turning into a familiar showed even in daily behavior.
”Now, we have to go back outside.”
This time, she remembered to use purification on her underwear too before getting dressed. The warm wetness still leaking from between her legs was impossible to stop. Lately, she could hide it with purification and walk with a straight face even while soaked.
Ashley used purification and dressing on Yuuri too, fixing his clothes. To be honest, she could not remember how to put on his work gear after taking it off just once. Getting dressing last time had been the right choice.
Ashley crawled back to Yuuri and whispered in his ear.
”Let’s go outside, Yuuri. It’s time for a fun dinner soon.”
Ashley was used to the shifting view by now, after so many times. She had checked that no one was on the ‘stairs’ when they entered. Once the scene returned to normal, she quickly pulled Yuuri up. Ashley made him stand leaning on her and released sleep induction.
”Yuuri. Wake up, Yuuri.”
With the strength from her blessing, she shook the sleeping Yuuri awake. If not led to sleep by a skill, Yuuri woke fast.
”…Uh… huh? …Whoa! A-Ashley!?”
”You stumbled and almost fell. Aren’t you tired?”
Ashley acted like she was only supporting him and pressed her breasts—Yuuri’s favorite—against him. When she peeked at his face as if checking on him, he turned red to his ears and went quiet, trying to look away.
He did not fight back. He probably thought he could not shake her off without skills. But the strength when he first tried to jump away was already more than a normal person.
Yuuri had a blessing too. And after just a few skill uses.
Normally, it took many uses to feel a blessing. The amount needed was usually the opposite of the skill’s usefulness. Her own magic power up was a useful skill, but it took months of magic training from the start to feel the blessing. Princess Marina, on the other hand, gained enough strength to overpower a normal knight with just light training between work.
People said life was easy with skills, but there was a clear gap even among skill holders.
The familial workshop likely gave blessing growth that could beat both of Marina’s skills combined.
The goddess’s help meant Yuuri needed skills to survive. Ashley did not regret becoming a familiar. But if the workshop kept being used, Yuuri’s special nature might leave him alone one day. When that happened, she wanted to stay by his side, even as a tool to distract him—
”Ashley…? I’m okay now, you don’t have to hold me.”
”—! S-sorry. Um, it was ice magic, right? I think it will help, so let’s try tomorrow.”
He answered with a confused “Oh,” still not sure what happened. Yuuri tilted his head at how both of them had spaced out.
Anyway, the task was done. Ashley urged Yuuri along and they started back to camp.
She walked three steps behind his wide back.
Ashley carried a big secret and could say almost nothing now. Still, she swore in her heart that once this shallow layer was cleared, she would make time to talk. If she could tell the truth then without hurting Yuuri too much—
”Ashley, don’t stay back there. Walk beside me.”
”Y-yes. Coming.”
Ashley caught up and walked next to him. When she looked up at his much taller back, he gave her the same old smile.
Yes, she could say nothing now. They would go down the ‘stairs’ and be in sight of others in less than a minute. Ashley leaned close, shyly took his fingers, and he gently squeezed back so they would not let go.
She could not wait to return to the surface.
Childhood friends reunited not long ago. Their bond had changed a lot, but if they could share secrets, maybe they could spend comfortable time like this again. She could not help thinking that.
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But it did not happen that way.
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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