Volume 7 Chapter 30 Snow Melting in Late Summer*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Based on the way you’re talking, it sounds like you don’t hate me anymore,” I said. “But Cassandra… what do you actually think of me?”
”I don’t know,” Cassandra replied, her voice barely a whisper. “I hate Adventurers¹. But you… you’re just too different from the rest of them.”
Hearing it phrased like that was a bit of a reality check, though I chose to take it as a compliment. (She’s complimenting me, right?) I knew Cassandra’s deep-seated resentment toward my kind came from a specific trauma involving people she once trusted.
If I could just help her separate that lingering loathing from her feelings for me, her reason to hate me might vanish entirely—as long as I didn’t screw things up myself. It was a goal worth pursuing.
”I’ve asked you this before, but you really do despise Adventurers, don’t you?” I asked.
”Yes,” Cassandra said, her jaw tightening. “I hate them. Especially the cowards who turn tail at the first sign of danger, or those who betray their own for a quick payday. I loathe them.”
”It’s true that Adventurers don’t share the same values as Knights, but they aren’t all like that. You know that too, Cassandra. Look at Edda from the Mirage Party²—the repressed swordswoman joining the Order of Knights soon. She was originally a Knight aspirant, and her mindset is practically identical to yours.”
”…I suppose so,” she admitted.
”Isn’t it actually a ‘specific Adventurer’ you hate? Not the whole profession?”
Cassandra went quiet, the silence stretching between us for a long moment. “…I never really looked at it that way. A specific one… perhaps. No, you’re right. The one I truly loathe is a ‘certain Adventurer.’ The others I dislike are just a handful of individuals.”
She closed her eyes and let out a heavy, weary breath. To admit to such loathing suggested a dark history, and I knew the only reason she was even willing to consider my perspective was because of the trust we’d built up.
”Even if the general reputation of Adventurers is poor, I understand now that they aren’t all the same,” Cassandra continued. “It was wrong of me to hate you simply because of your title.”
”I’m glad to hear that, but that’s your decision to make, not mine,” I said.
”True. It is a matter I must judge for myself.”
Her expression was still clouded with doubt, but the old hostility was gone. I could feel it. (Mission accomplished?)
”Before I realized it, we finished washing up,” she noted. “Regardless of how I feel, our plans for tonight remain the same, don’t they?”
”Well, it changes the mood quite a bit, actually. But yeah, let’s get started.”
I really wish she’d stop talking like I was some kind of s*x-crazed beast. Since our conversation had run long, we were both clean and ready. I decided to save any shower room play for tomorrow and led her straight to the bed.
”Alright, let’s start with a massage today,” I said.
”Mm,” Cassandra agreed.
I worked her muscles thoroughly, kneading away the day’s fatigue before pulling her into a long, grounding hug. She didn’t resist at all. The success of our talk had clearly lowered her guard. If any tension remained, it was likely just her trying to process her shifting feelings. It was only a matter of time; I expected it to resolve within a few days.
”You really are beautiful, Cassandra. Especially these muscles… there’s a real beauty in the strength you’ve built through training.”
”…Flattery won’t change what I’m capable of,” she countered.
”It’s not flattery, just an observation. From here on, I’m the one taking care of you. Just accept it, and if you can… try to enjoy yourself.”
As we lay together, I pulled her close and began stroking her lean, toned stomach, the muscles of her back, and her powerful thighs. Cassandra let out a soft, sharp gasp.
Squelch…
”Cassandra, come here,” I whispered.
”……”
When I reached for her face and kissed her, she closed her eyes and leaned into me. Her lips parted slightly, and I slipped my tongue inside. Her movements were still a little clumsy, but she was already much more responsive than yesterday. (I wonder if she’ll be even more proactive once all her doubts are gone?) I moved my hand to her breast and began to knead the soft flesh. Her breathing hitched, and the first moans began to slip through our kiss.
Wet, rhythmic thumping…
I shifted our positions to free both my hands. My left hand captured her breast while my right moved down to her most private place. I savored the weight and softness of her chest, gently rolling her n**ple between my fingers until it peaked. She clearly loved having them teased; her whimpers grew louder between each breath.
”Hah…♡ Ngh…♡ Ah…♡ That feels… so good…”
In the beginning, Cassandra would have died before admitting she felt pleasure, but she was finally finding the words. It seemed more like an involuntary slip of the tongue, so I didn’t tease her and simply focused on my work. I moved my fingers from her labia to her clitoris. It was small, but after several days of ‘development,’ it was incredibly sensitive. I retracted the hood and began to stroke the nub with a gentle, rhythmic pressure.
”Nngh…♡ Ahh… right there…♡ Ngh…♡”
She twitched and bucked against my hand, her voice high and airy. This was definitely her favorite spot. I was going to take my time today. I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck and collarbone until I reached her breasts again. I began to suckle, teasing the tips with my teeth.
Slurp… slurp…
”Ah…♡ Daisuke, hah… you really do love my breasts, don’t you? ♡”
”Busted, huh?”
”I’ve seen the way you look at them since the very first day. Ngh…♡”
She had me figured out. I remembered how she’d insulted me for staring when we first met, but now, there was no anger in her eyes—just a look of playful resignation. Her attitude had softened so much. I gave her n**ple one last wet peck before moving down to her stomach. Her tight, defined abs were incredibly sexy. When I licked the skin there, she squirmed and giggled slightly from the ticklish sensation.
”Ngh…♡”
It was a beautiful sight, but it was time for the main event. I had her hold her legs up, moving between them to get a clear view of her entrance. I’d considered shaving her if it had grown back, but she had kept herself neatly groomed.
”It’s a bit of a chore, but like you said, keeping it short isn’t bad,” she admitted.
”I’m glad. I definitely prefer it this way.”
It was gratifying to see that she’d taken my advice to heart—and that she was willing to cater to my preferences. As a reward, I pressed my mouth to her clitoris, swirling my tongue around it. I alternated between the rough and smooth parts of my tongue, licking her slowly and thoroughly.
”Kuh…♡ That…! ♡”
She let out a strangled cry. Her hands let go of her legs and moved to my head, not to pull me away, but to press me deeper against her. A thick, sweet cream began to overflow from her, mixing with the scent of the rose massage oil to create a heavy, intoxicating aroma. I slid a finger inside to check her readiness, and her internal muscles clamped down on me instantly, drawing me in.
”Ngh…♡ There too…! ♡”
Her reactions were incredible today. Spurred on by her enthusiasm, I began to suck on her clitoris—the move she loved most—while my finger searched for her G-spot, rubbing against the textured wall of her v**ina.
”That’s…! ♡ No, stop, I’m c**ming! Ahhh!”
Cassandra arched her back, her thighs snapping shut around my head in a powerful vice-grip. Between the satisfaction of making her peak and the feel of her muscular thighs against my cheeks, it was pure bliss.
”Hah…♡ Hah…♡ Hah…♡”
”You were so cute just now, Cassandra,” I said.
”Ngh…♡”
I kissed her while she was still reeling from the orgasm, and this time, she was the one who deepened the kiss, her tongue searching for mine.
”You’re going to put it in now, aren’t you? Haa…♡”
”Yeah. Ready?”
I’d been waiting for her to catch her breath, but she was the one who asked. It was a world away from the “just get it over with” attitude she had at the start. She spread her legs wide in an inviting M-shape, and I wasted no time lining myself up against her.
”Ugh…♡”
”Wow, it’s really smooth today,” I noted.
Because she had just peaked, she was overflowing with natural lubrication. I slid inside her with ease, her tight walls swallowing me up without resistance. I began to pulse inside her, stirring her depths. Every time she reacted to a thrust, my own satisfaction spiked, making my hips move faster and harder of their own accord.
Wet, rhythmic squelching…
”Ah…♡ Ah…♡ Ngh…♡ …♡”
While thrusting rhythmically in the missionary position and enjoying the tightness and softness of her v**ina, I also tasted the inside of Cassandra’s mouth with a tongue-tangling kiss. It was a shame I couldn’t see her breasts bouncing from this angle, but I reached out to knead them, feeling the weight and movement in my palms. Since she was being so proactive, I wanted to make this feel like more than just s*x—I wanted it to feel like we were lovers.
”Cassandra, wrap your arms around my neck,” I whispered.
”Ngh…♡ Haa…♡ …Like this?”
”Perfect. Now, close your eyes…”
”…Ngh…♡”
She obeyed me without question. We resumed kissing, and as I hit her sweet spots, her grip on me tightened, pulling our bodies flush together. The sense of intimacy was incredible. (I doubt she feels the same way yet, but it still makes me happy.)
”Nngh, nngh…♡ Pwah…♡”
We broke for air, a silver thread of saliva connecting us. Cassandra’s eyes were misty and unfocused, her cheeks a deep, beautiful crimson. Just being inside her felt amazing. By focusing on her pleasure, I was making her even wetter, which in turn made every thrust feel better for me. It was the perfect feedback loop.
”Cassandra, look… your hips are moving on their own,” I noted.
”Ngh…♡ Don’t be… ridiculous…♡ As if I’d… want this…♡”
She denied it, but her hips were bucking upward to meet every one of my thrusts. Even if her mind wasn’t ready to admit it, her body had already surrendered to me.
”An active Cassandra is even cuter and more wonderful than usual,” I said.
”Hmph…♡ You never stop saying those things…♡ Don’t you ever get tired of it? ♡ Ngh…♡”
She didn’t get angry or deny the compliment this time; she just sounded exasperated. The walls around her heart were definitely crumbling. I kept up the pace, focusing on her weak spots and kissing her with everything I had. I began to tap against the entrance of her womb, my glans “kissing” her cervix over and over.
”Nngh…! ♡ No more…! ♡ I’m c**ming! Ah…♡ Ahhh!”
”Let’s go together!”
”Nngh…♡ Daisuke, too…! ♡ I’m…! ♡ Cumming…! ♡ Nngghhhh! Ngh! Nnnnnngh!!”
Deep inside her melting heat, I unleashed everything. Cassandra’s arms were still locked around my head, pulling me into her chest, while her legs crossed behind my back, pinning my waist to hers. Finally… the ‘I love you’ leg-lock³ was complete. I felt a profound sense of achievement—something far deeper than what I’d felt yesterday. I peppered her dazed face with kisses, and when our tongues met again, hers was sweet and completely surrendered.
I stayed joined with her for a while, waiting for her to come back down to earth.
”Sex with you really is the best, Cassandra,” I said. “It’s been great every day, but today was on another level.”
”Hmph…♡ Today was… quite gentle… were you holding back? ♡”
That was a surprise. It seemed her stamina was increasing from our daily sessions. If she had that much energy left, I wasn’t going to complain.
”Oh, you’ve still got some fight in you?” I asked. “Fine then. Let’s keep going.”
”…You really are a pervert…♡”
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Summary:
Daisuke and Cassandra share an intimate conversation while washing up, leading to Cassandra admitting her hatred is directed at specific individuals rather than all Adventurers. They move to the bedroom where a long session of foreplay and massage leads to a highly synchronized sexual encounter. Cassandra shows significant emotional softening and physical responsiveness, culminating in a mutual climax and a deeper bond.
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Trivia:
- Cassandra’s trauma involves ‘reward-driven betrayal’.
- Edda, a former associate, is transitioning from the Mirage Party to the Order of Knights.
- Cassandra has started grooming her pubic hair based on Daisuke’s previous suggestion.
- Daisuke uses rose-scented massage oil.
- Cassandra’s stamina and ‘leeway’ during s*x are noticeably increasing
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Character Insight:
Cassandra is moving from ‘repressed’ and ‘hostile’ to ‘vulnerable’ and ‘accepting.’ Daisuke is shifting from a ‘sexual service provider’ role to a ‘lover’ role in her eyes, even if she won’t explicitly say it yet.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The ‘Daisuki Hold’ (I love you leg-lock) is a classic trope signifying that the character has physically and instinctively accepted their partner as someone they love/trust.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Cassandra – 175 cm tall, short brown hair, muscular frame; stoic Krieger heir, daughter of a Knight‑Class father and Housekeeper mother, once ‘The Ogress’ and Royal Knights VP. B‑Rank defense specialist leading the Third Unit, bound by oath to serve Daisuke as a slave. Cold aura hides trauma from her father, hatred of Otto and traitorous adventurers, and a thawing intimacy with Daisuke.
• Edda – A swordswoman and ‘closet pervert’ joining the Knights’ Order. Cat-type Beastman and leader of ‘Mirage’.
• Daisuke – Mid-40s Japanese B-Rank adventurer with a youthful face due to the Green God’s blessing, he hides his overwhelming strength while mastering Earth/Wind magic, regeneration, stealth, speed, transformation, Item Box, healing, and unique fire magic—plus the rare Ordeal and Foresight skills. Wields a one-handed sword and buckler, excels as a chef, and quietly dominates the adventuring world. Coordinates teams, mentors Rin and Cassandra—whom he’s romantically pursuing with deep empathy for her trauma—while dating Ines, pursuing Regina and Dietlinde, and managing slaves Ilse, Liese, and Camilla. Leads lake investigations and Royal Knight missions, travels toward the Royal Capital, and is revered as the knight-saver who vowed to protect them all.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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