Chapter 263 The King’s Return ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Night fell. Having finally cleared the day’s mountain of errands, I found myself tucked away in the “Laboratory”¹, waiting for Lily just as we’d promised. I was a nervous wreck, far more than I’d like to admit, obsessively smoothing the wrinkles out of the bedsheets over and over again.
I couldn’t quite pin down why I was this on edge. Of course, a year had passed since we’d last been intimate, and the anticipation was heavy in my gut. But nervous? That didn’t seem right. It wasn’t as if I had anything to prove. Even if I lost my cool and acted like a starved animal, or if the sheer rush of blood to my head actually gave me a nosebleed, she was the one who had comforted me through every pathetic moment I’d ever had. She wasn’t going to start judging me now.
So, it wasn’t fear. And while I was worried about her health after everything she’d been through, that didn’t explain this jittery tension. Maybe I was just swept up in the moment. Or maybe… maybe it was a sense of profound awe. The woman I was waiting for was the mother of my daughter, Momo. Touching her felt like reaching out to something sacred, something almost untouchable.
I was still caught in that mental loop when a hesitant, muffled knock sounded at the door.
”O-oh! Lily? That you?! Come in!” I called out.
My voice cracked. My heart did a pathetic little leap in my chest. I wondered if she had always been the type to knock. Usually, we shared a room; things usually just… happened. We never really had this formal buildup.
”Yes, it’s me,” Lily said from the other side. “Master, before I come in… would you mind lying down on the bed and closing your eyes?”
”Eh? I mean, sure. If that’s what you want…” I replied.
I frowned, puzzled by the odd request. Was she planning some kind of surprise? I decided to play along, stretching out on the mattress and letting my eyelids fall shut.
”Eyes are closed!” I shouted.
”Thank you. Then… excuse me…” Lily said quietly.
The door creaked open. I could feel the shift in the air as she entered the room. It was a strange sensation, waiting in the dark, but with every step she took toward the bed, the pounding of my heart grew louder, faster.
To my utter chagrin, I was already rock-hard. My pulse throbbed against the fabric of my sleepwear, the “tent” I was pitching a testament to my lack of self-control. I felt like a client waiting for a high-end “night-call” service². It was embarrassing.
The bed groaned as she sat on the edge. A moment later, I felt her weight shifting, climbing over me until she was hovering just inches away. I could feel her breath as she checked to see if I was actually keeping my promise.
”Um, Ms. Lily…?” I asked.
No answer. Instead, she collapsed onto me, her body a warm, heavy weight that pinned me to the mattress. She wrapped her arms around me in a lock I couldn’t have broken if I tried. It felt so natural, the way she pressed my erection firmly into the soft curve of her belly while nuzzling her face into my chest. I heard her take a long, deep breath-a slow, shivering series of sniffs as she took me in.
I hesitated, my hands hovering in the air. I wondered if I was allowed to hug her back yet. Before I could decide, she spoke, her voice a low, vibrating hum against my skin.
”It’s grown so much…” Lily whispered.
”Well, can you blame me…?” I muttered.
As I spoke, she began to grind her soft stomach against me, a slow, deliberate friction. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her into a tight embrace, and her breathing quickened with delight.
I started to see what this was about. She’d mentioned it before-the fear that, now that she was a mother, I might not see her as a woman anymore. I’d told her she was crazy to think that, and she’d seemed to believe me then, but clearly, she needed to feel the proof for herself. Fine. If she needed a reminder, I was more than happy to give her one.
She began to crawl further up my body, sliding out of my arms and straddling my stomach. I felt the silk of her peach-colored hair spill over my face like a curtain.
”Hey, can I open my eyes now?” I asked.
”…Yes,” she whispered. “You may.”
”Nn, got it,” I said.
I opened them. My world was framed in pink-a veil of her hair surrounding the center of my vision, where Lily sat smiling down at me like a goddess. I caught my breath. I had never seen her look like this. It was a dizzying mix of the motherly warmth she’d gained over the last year, a fierce, protective love… and a raw, carnal hunger that had been bottled up for far too long.
”I’ve caught you, Master…” Lily said.
”Yeah. Doesn’t look like I’m going anywhere,” I replied.
”Do you want to?” she asked.
”Not a chance,” I said.
”Good. Because I wouldn’t let you, even if you tried,” Lily told me.
She leaned down, her hands bracing beside my head before her elbows gave way, bringing her lips down onto mine. The kiss was staggering. It wasn’t just a greeting; it was a year’s worth of pent-up longing unleashed in a single, viscous, heavy movement. She pressed into me with everything she had, her lips devouring mine. She sucked at my upper and lower lips, her teeth grazing me just enough to spark a fire before she’d pull back and latch on again.
Then, her tongue flicked out-soft, teasing licks that traced every line and wrinkle of my lips, moving from one corner to the other. She bit, she sucked, she teased until my lips throbbed with a heat that was almost painful. Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, she shifted to my upper lip, repeating the process with a hunger that seemed bottomless.
It was too much. The scent of her was everywhere-a thick, intoxicating cocktail of “estrus”³ pheromones and the sweet, gentle fragrance of milk. It was a heavy, primal smell that bypassed my brain and went straight to my gut. My senses were fraying; I felt like my mind was starting to liquefy. That was her plan, I realized. She wanted me mindless. She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered.
”We shouldn’t have held back so much, should we…?” Lily asked.
”Eh?”
”Next time… please let me be with you, even when I’m pregnant,” she said.
”Lily, that’s…”
”Even if it’s just with my mouth, I want to serve you,” she added.
”Ms. Lily…?” I stammered.
”I’m not going to stop until you say ‘yes’…” Lily whispered.
Without listening to my reply, she began to lick my nose-a strange, unexpected sensation that made my skin crawl. It wasn’t an “erogenous zone,” but the sheer heat of her tongue and the humid rush of her breath made it feel like one. I could smell the faint, minty freshness of her breath and feel the occasional scrape of her teeth.
Then she moved to my brow, her tongue working in broad, wet strokes. My brain was glitching. My cock was strained so tight against my clothes it actually hurt. I was slick with desire, and she wasn’t even close to being done. She was determined to claim every inch of me. She licked my eyebrows, my forehead, pressed lingering kisses to my eyelids, and dragged her tongue firmly across my cheekbones.
Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch-every single one of my five senses was being drowned in her. I was falling into a state of pure, unadulterated euphoria. My head was spinning; I realized then that the human face is just one giant cluster of sensory triggers, and she was pulling every single one.
She seemed just as far gone as I was, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled every shallow breath I took. We were locked in that tiny, private world behind her curtain of hair. Finally, when she seemed satisfied with her conquest of my face, she slid her tongue into my mouth.
She’d saved the best for last, ensuring I was too dazed to even think about taking the lead. She overran me. I couldn’t even find the strength to move my tongue; I could only lie there while she pillaged my mouth. She slurped up every drop of moisture I had, then replaced it with her own, watching my throat as I was forced to swallow. She sucked my tongue up between her lips, handling me with a predatory grace.
She tilted her head, her long tongue probing deep, tracing the backs of my teeth and caressing every ridge of my gums. She was obsessive. She’d work her way to the front, then tilt the other way and start all over again, pausing only to suck at my tongue or give me a brief, tender kiss before diving back in.
It went on and on-a kiss so thick, so heavy, and so primal that “passionate” didn’t even begin to cover it. By the time she finally pulled back, I was so lost in the haze that I didn’t even realize I’d already whispered my consent.
”Then it’s a promise…?” Lily said, smiling.
Framed by the pink of her hair and the damp heat of our breath, she truly did look like a goddess.
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Summary:
The protagonist waits nervously in the ‘Laboratory’ for an intimate reunion with Lily after a year apart. Lily enters and commands him to close his eyes, leading to a highly tactile and sensory-focused encounter. She seeks reassurance that she is still sexually desirable to him after becoming a mother.
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Character Insight:
Lily shows a more assertive, almost predatory side, driven by her need to confirm her identity as a woman of desire. The protagonist struggles with the dual image of Lily as both a ‘sacred mother’ and an object of intense lust.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author leans heavily into the sensory experience, using scents like pheromones and milk to ground the fantasy elements in biology.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Lily – the sl*ve and primary experiment subject for the magic shop, ‘Harvest.’ She has striking pink hair, Blue eyes, medium breasts, which the Protagonist associates with being ‘wanton’. She has a working knowledge of magic, which she kept hidden from the slave trader.
• Momo – The newborn daughter of Kento and Lily. She has pink hair and her father’s ear and eyebrow shapes.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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