Volume 7 Chapter 10 The Spirit King’s Bedding, and the Platinum Vow*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I sink deep into the bottom of the lukewarm spring.
My body’s contours begin to melt away, making it ambiguous where I end and the water begins. It is simply comfortable, and I want to stay floating in this lethargy forever.
At the bottom of my consciousness, a faint, watery sound echoes.
A regular, intensely moist, warm sound.
Simultaneously, I feel the illusion of something pulsing deep within my loins. A heavy heat rises from the core, accumulating to a critical point… and then, with a pressure like pulling a heavy plug from the bottom of the spring, it is released all at once.
With a numbing euphoria racing up my spine, my consciousness surges rapidly to the surface of reality.
I open my heavy eyelids slightly.
The unbleached thin cloth hanging from the canopy glows faintly, filtering in the morning light.
Beyond it, I see the old wooden beams softly reflecting the morning sun, and a hazy silvery light enveloping the entire bedroom.
The scent tickling my nostrils is the nostalgic smell of dry, old timber. And, deep underneath that, the dense, lingering fragrance of my and Sylvia’s bodily fluids, clinging stickily to the air.
For these past five months, I have woken up every morning in this scent, where the traces of last night’s intimacy remain thick.
I slowly drop my gaze downward.
Resting on my waist, platinum-blonde hair sways rhythmically.
It’s Sylvia.
With features as perfect as if a god had poured their heart and soul into crafting her, she keeps the tip of my heat wrapped in her soft lips, using the flat of her tongue to slowly lick up the freshly overflowed white turbidity.
Lick, smooch…….
It was an extremely meticulous service. With a hand that felt almost obsessed with not spilling a single drop, she skillfully traced the tip of my shaft with her tongue, sucking up even the slightest droplet remaining at the meatus.
With a wet sound, her lips part, and Sylvia lifts her face. On her smooth, porcelain-like cheeks and the corners of her lustrous lips, a trace of the white fluid I had just squeezed out remained.
She slowly passes her red tongue over them, scooping it up as if reluctant to let it go, then makes a seductive sound in her slender throat as she swallows everything.
”I trust you had a restful night, Ryuichi-sama,” Sylvia said, her voice dripping with refinement.
The pale green eyes looking up at me are feverish and moist, her white cheeks faintly flushed with pleasure. It is a face of utter, satisfied bliss.
”I have received your gift once again this morning,” she added with a gentle smile.
”Good morning,” I replied, my voice slightly raspy.
When I reply in a slightly raspy voice, Sylvia’s eyes soften and bloom like a flower.
Just hearing me say “Good morning” is enough for her to reveal such an unguarded expression. That alone makes her look happy from the bottom of her heart.
However, Sylvia makes no move to leave my waist.
On the contrary, she continues to wrap my member, which has lost its heat after finishing its duty, carefully in both hands. Her slender, white-fish-like fingertips stroke the contours with lingering attachment, and the pad of her thumb persistently traces the sensitive underside from bottom to top.
”Ryuichi-sama,” she breathed.
Her moist, upturned gaze, framed by long eyelashes, pierces straight through me.
”May I… have it one more time?” she asked, her voice melting and intensely spoiled.
It is a voice that melts, intensely spoiled.
She does not doubt for an instant that she will be rejected. It is the natural pleading of a woman who has squeezed out my heat like this every morning.
”Hah, you really are something,” I said, breathing out a wry smile.
I exhale with a wry smile and hold out my right hand.
The faint light of [Super-compensation] leaks from my palm, seeping directly into the soft flesh in Sylvia’s hands.
Only a few seconds. Blood flow is forcibly summoned, the limp tissue regains its violent heat, swells, and takes back its rock-like hardness.
Sylvia’s fingertips, feeling the rapid change occurring within her palms, quiver with joy.
”Thank… you,” she murmured.
Sylvia shifts on the sheets, lifting her knees as if to straddle my waist herself.
But I carelessly push back her slender shoulders.
”I’ll do it today,” I stated firmly.
The cool, clear eyes that were acting so spoiled a moment ago widen in surprise for just a second, then immediately soften, moist with heat and delight.
”Yes,” she whispered, her voice completely melted in obedience.
With a voice completely melted in obedience, I pin her down into an all-fours position.
A translucent, white back is unguardedly exposed before my eyes. The smooth hollow between her shoulder blades, the supple line of her spine, and her tightly cinched, slender waist.
Beneath that, her buttocks—plump and fleshy in a way unimaginable from her slender upper body—are pushed up toward me, shameless. They are unnaturally ideal, otherworldly proportions.
I look down at that magnificent view from behind.
I stretch out both hands and grab Sylvia’s plump buttocks. My fingers sink deep as if being sucked in.
Every time I knead them, the tension of the muscles harboring explosive power and the melting softness of feminine fat shift sensually in my palms. An exquisite sensation where sophisticated functional beauty and the raw, animalistic flesh of a female coexist.
I spread them wide to the sides.
The deep valley, protected by silvery-lustrous fine hair, opens, and her beautiful pink private parts are exposed to the light of day.
Below the small, tightly closed bud, from an entrance already prepared, clear nectar overflows endlessly, reflecting the morning light and glistening.
Sylvia’s white back twitches in small, rapid increments. She must have realized that her most shameful part is being stared at from a front-row seat.
”Sylvia. Your wide-open asshole and soaked cunt are completely visible,” I noted.
Her anus isn’t open, but I say it anyway.
Before my eyes, the pink mucosa contracts adorably with a tight twitch. Just the shame and excitement of being watched are causing the flesh to tighten on its own. Every bit of that vivid reaction is burned into my retinas.
”Ryuichi-samaaa…” she whimpered, her feverish, raspy voice absorbed into the sheets.
She pushes her hips even higher. An erotic pose indicating complete estrus, as if to say she wants me to see even deeper. Her hips lift, and her slit opens even further. The nectar, accumulated to the limit, stretches out in a string and spills onto the sheets.
”Such a lewd place… I will show you everything…!” she promised.
I grab my own heat. I had just vomited everything into her mouth moments ago, but thanks to the healing magic, my rigidity has vanished all fatigue, already arched to the limit and pulsing with life.
I press the red-black, engorged tip against the wet, pink entrance.
The moment we touch, Sylvia’s soft flesh twitches slightly. She has been waiting for my entry with bated breath. The overflowing nectar slickly wets my glans.
I push in, slowly.
Pop, sliding in….
The thick tip pushes aside the mucosal folds of the entrance, sliding into the hot depths. Entry from behind is a different angle. My arched shaft scrapes straight against the ceiling-side wall of her body. The rough inner wall strokes the glans, persistently grinding against the very spot that drives her most insane from the very beginning.
”Ahi…! Haa…!” she gasped.
A sweet, high-pitched voice spills from Sylvia’s lips. I can see her rich breasts—which don’t match her slender body—swaying heavily every time I push in.
I sink it all the way to the hilt in one go. My pubic bone digs into her soft buttock flesh, and my glans bumps against the hard dead end of the uterine opening.
There, I stop completely.
I remain sunk to the very depths, staring down at the point of union without moving my waist.
My c**k is buried completely inside Sylvia, all the way to the base. The ring of flesh at the entrance clings tightly to the root of my shaft, adhering without a gap. The union is submerged in overflowing nectar and love fluids, glowing sensually.
From there, I slowly pull out.
My shaft, coated in nectar, is gradually exposed to the outside air. As if to not let me escape, the mucosa clings tightly, pulling and turning red as it is stretched outward with a churu… sound. As if it doesn’t want to let go, clinging to me in reluctance.
Leaving only the tip, I stop again.
And then, I sink it in slowly once more.
Taking in every part of the process, from tip to root, into my field of vision. Seeing how her flesh swallows me, and how the nectar turns into white foam with sticky, watery sounds.
Pull out, push in. I repeat it simply and calmly, at the same rhythm.
Sylvia’s back quivers in small intervals, her hips swaying back and forth with impatient longing. She is holding back, desperate for me to hit her depths more intensely. But I never hurry.
”Ah… nn…! Ryuichi, sama… more…!” she pleaded.
Her voice melts more and more with every passing second. Each slow thrust brings a small, erotic cry from her lips.
She tightens around me even more strongly than before, with a prowling, feverish heat. Her mucosa has become abnormally sensitive; even though I am moving at the same speed, her reactions are intensifying without limit.
It is clearly visible that the bud below, linked to the contractions of the entrance, is also twitching and spasming.
”Ah…! Ah… nn ah…!!” she cried out.
The volume of her cries rises, and Sylvia’s fingers are gripping the sheets so hard they’ve turned white.
I tilt my body forward and completely drape myself over her back.
My thick chest presses against her slender shoulder blades, and our sweaty skin sticks together. Her body temperature, higher than my own like a fever, is transmitted directly.
When I apply my full weight, Sylvia’s body sinks deep into the bed. I press her down from the all-fours position into a complete prone position.
I rip her right hand from the sheets and forcefully entangle it with my own right hand. I grip it so hard her bones creak.
Sylvia’s face, turned to the side, is crushed miserably against the sheets. Her platinum hair sticks to her face with sweat, her mouth hangs open sloppily with her tongue protruding, and saliva is streaming out endlessly.
”Ryuichi, sama… ah, it’s too much…” she choked out.
I bring my face close and pinch the protruding tip of her tongue with my fingers. I use [High-Clean] to erase the remaining white fluid in her mouth.
I move as close as possible, until my face is pressed against her profile. Her hot breath strokes my lips. It is a terribly sweet, female scent.
I stick out my tongue, too, and layer it over hers. The hot, wet, rough surfaces rub against each other.
I lick upward.
I savor the surface of Sylvia’s tongue slowly with my own. I take her tongue deep into my mouth along with her sweet saliva, and suck it strongly.
Juru. I lap up her saliva along with her tongue. Her warm, viscous saliva flows into my mouth, and I swallow it straight down my throat.
”I’m going, …Sylvia!” I announced.
I pull back my waist significantly… and then, I slam into her with everything I have.
Thwack!
”Agii…!?” she screamed.
Sylvia’s body leaps as if she’s been shocked. I smash my glans into the uterine opening with all my might. It is no longer intimacy; it is a violent assault.
Thwack!
”Ahiii…!!” she wailed.
I don’t hold back at all. As if the teasing from before was a lie, I begin to try and crush her deepest, most sensitive spot with full force.
Every time I thrust my waist, the violent sound of flesh impacting flesh resonates throughout the room, and the incredibly lewd zuchu, bachuu sounds of fluid being splattered echo.
With our tongues still deeply entangled, I continue to slam my waist forward like a madman.
Juru, rero, chupu.
Our saliva mixes together sloppily in our mouths, and the overflowing fluid drips from the corners of our lips down onto her chin.
”Nnn… nguh… ah! Ahiii! I’m coooming…!” she shrieked.
A completely broken scream leaks from between our entangled tongues. The vibration of that cry, forcibly pushed out of her lungs with every impact, transmits directly through our tongues to me.
Sylvia’s walls of flesh are tightening around my hardness as if to tear it off. Time and time again, waves of climax surge through her, and her entire inner wall is rattling and spasming.
Inside that crucible of heat, I churn with everything I have, continuing to pound her depths. Tongues entangled, hands gripped tightly, completely connected in three places.
Her strong instinct to squeeze me out. The walls of her flesh stick to me like suction cups, begging me to release, to release.
When I put strength into our joined hands, Sylvia grips back with enough force to hurt. Her nails dig deep into my fingers.
I break our kiss. A long, glistening thread of saliva stretches out, snaps, and falls onto her chin.
”Ryuichi-sama…! Ryuichi-samaaa!” she shouted.
She is screaming my name. A broken voice that has completely lost its reason. It is the face of a beauty, completely distorted by saliva and tears, the most lewd expression possible.
”Sylvia! Take it! Get pregnant! …Conceive my child, conceiiiive!” I commanded.
I pull my waist back far, then push in for one last strike, burying my glans deep into the very center of her uterine opening and stopping my movement while wedged in.
”…!!!”
Hot s**men rushes through my urethra with violent force. Into the very depths of Sylvia’s uterus, the thick white fluid is hammered directly, without mercy.
”Ahhh…! I’m conceiving, I’m conceiving…!!” she sobbed.
Sylvia’s entire body spasms violently, and while being crushed by my weight, she is swallowed by the waves of climax.
Every time I inject the white fluid with a thump, her flesh ripples, and she tightens around me as if not to let a single drop escape.
When I empty out every last drop, I let out a long, ragged breath.
Strength leaves my entire body, and I collapse onto Sylvia’s sweaty back. With all my weight bearing down on her, I cannot bring myself to move.
My member, gradually growing soft, remains buried deep inside the hot interior. I can feel the white fluid that couldn’t be contained puffing out from the pink entrance, and running warmly down her thighs.
”…Ryuichi, sama…” she whispered.
A terribly raspy voice, breathless and faint.
Our hands are still joined. My grip has loosened, but we will never let go.
”…Nn,” I murmured.
Through Sylvia’s back, pressed tightly against mine, I can feel her heart pounding rapidly. My heart is the same. Two heartbeats, ticking at the same rhythm, as if we were one single living creature.
”…I love you. From the bottom of my heart…” she confessed.
I gently re-tighten my grip on Sylvia’s sweaty hand.
”…Aa,” I replied.
I answer with just that, briefly.
Dazzling morning light streams in through the window, making the silver ceiling glitter.
The scent of old wood and the dense, female scent of our intense union fills every corner of the room.
It was a peaceful morning, no different from any other.
It had been nearly a week since that catastrophic war.
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Summary:
Ryuichi and his partner Sylvia engage in an intense, ritualized morning intimacy within the spirit king’s bed, where Ryuichi utilizes his healing magic to sustain his physical stamina. Following their climax, the two share a brief, tender moment of quiet connection while still physically linked. The morning light reveals a peaceful atmosphere in the room, contrasting with the aftermath of a brutal war that concluded just one week prior.
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Trivia:
Ryuichi has been engaging in this daily morning ritual for five months.
The healing magic used is specifically named ‘Super-compensation’ (Extra-Heal).
Sylvia exhibits a religious-like, complete submissiveness to Ryuichi.
The room maintains the lingering scent of their intimacy, which Ryuichi associates with their peaceful life.
Notes:
• Sylvia – A platinum-haired, jade-eyed commander of god-given beauty, this highly perceptive operative is Ryuichi’s deeply devoted partner. She shares an intimate morning routine and total submissiveness with her master, while tormenting others with a sweet tone. On the front line alongside elven archers, she ruthlessly deploys white heat rays. She shares a complex, sisterly bond with Lara and read Erika’s notebook.
• Ryuichi – A 40-year-old Spirit King with Japanese past-life memories, this towering, muscular master has short dark hair, black eyes, a beard, and absolute authority over his subordinates. Analytical, cold, and commanding, he ruthlessly controls the Elder’s Manor and an elf village. He uses intense mana, gravity, barriers, and healing magic to enhance his stamina, protecting and loving Sylvia while pragmatically weighing the value of spared companions like Anna and Erika.
• Ryu – A man with Interdimensional Magic who leads a growing household. He acts as a provider and protector for his slaves, while maintaining a pragmatic and blunt personality.
• Ben – Struan’s son and Torben’s nephew, this young man served as a callous guide at their base, assisting in the family’s slave-trading enterprise. After confessing to his role in Mia’s death, he was bound by Stone Ball magic and drowned by Ryuichi. His corpse was later stored in the Interdimensional Space as a trophy of the protagonist’s retribution.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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