Volume 3 Chapter 134 Overlapping Figures With The Younger Brother II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Inside the cave’s shadows, Linca lay still. The rough stone bit into her back despite the robe folded beneath her—too thin, too careless.
Her limbs trembled—not from cold, but from the weight inside her chest. A storm she refused to name, but couldn’t escape.
Her dark hair spilled loose, hiding the tight line of her lips and eyes staring past the walls, somewhere beyond the moment she was trapped in.
Years of training held her body firm, but when his touch came, control slipped. Her breath caught, slow then quick, as heat crept down her skin—pulling her deeper into something she wasn’t ready to face.
”Ha… kuu…”
The sound left her before she could stop it. She bit down harder, but it didn’t stop the way her thighs twitched or the warmth that slid under her skin.
She didn’t want this. She hated the hands that touched her. They weren’t Jibril’s. And yet, her body—starved, grown, waiting—responded with a quiet betrayal. Her mind shut every door, but her body opened like it had been waiting for years.
She shifted, and the cloth beneath her rustled. Fingers moved along the lines of her hips, brushing the soft skin just outside where it truly counted. Every slow pass brought heat. Her breath caught again. She was bare there. She had made sure of it, once out of pride, now out of habit. But now that choice left her exposed in a way that felt wrong.
The man’s face rose between her knees, his mouth still wet. He didn’t speak, but the look he gave her said enough. She turned her face away.
(He wants me to break. That’s all this is.)
Her fingers clenched. She still had pride, even if her strength was locked away by the pact she’d made.
The rules were clear. No love, no kiss. Just the act. And if she refused, the pact shattered. The bond would break. Her mission would fail.
Her legs, stiff at first, shifted slowly. Not because she wanted to, but because she had to.
She bent her knees just enough to let him touch her. She hated it. Hated how natural it felt, hated the heat burning under her skin where his hands pressed.
The air near her felt colder, sharp. She knew what that meant. She was exposed. Vulnerable. She hadn’t felt this way since—
A sharp breath caught in her throat.
”I must say,” he said, voice low, “you keep yourself well. There’s something… radiant about it.”
”Don’t speak to me.”
”Your body’s honest. It tells the truth you won’t.”
”It’s only nerves. That’s all.”
”Then every sound, every shift… is just biology?”
”W-what are you—?”
His mouth lowered again, brushing the skin behind her thighs. The spot she never thought someone would touch—not like that.
Something sharp twisted in her chest.
Disgust, shame, heat.
She couldn’t tell which was louder—the scream building inside her or the thundering of her own blood. Her body, cursed with life, betrayed her again.
A raw cry escaped before she could stop it. Tears stung her eyes—sharp, burning.
She shook her head violently, trying to cast the moment away like a shadow. Her hair spilled over the cold stone, a dark curtain hiding nothing.
Then his breath brushed her skin, hot and unforgiving. Her legs jerked in protest—she wasn’t ready.
Her eyes snapped open. She looked down—and saw him there. Between her legs, staring up.
And in that breath, everything froze.
”Hyaah!?”
Warmth spread suddenly—deep and low—where she felt most. Linca’s body jumped, eyes wide, the shock running through her all at once. Her stomach tightened, and a sound almost came out. She looked down.
And froze.
”…!”
The man lifted his head, his face calm, almost questioning. Like he didn’t know what she was reacting to. His skin was tanned, his hair dark and a little messy. His body moved easy, as if he’d done this before. But what stood under that body said everything.
Big. Real. Heavy with meaning.
Thump.
Something old and strong inside her stirred. The same thing that woke with her dreams of Jibril. That aching pull. That longing. She’d feel it in bed, alone, and try to quiet it with “Penetration,” always careful not to go too far.
Her lips parted slightly. A quiet breath slipped out, warm and shaky. Her eyes shone just a little, and her throat moved with a soft gulp.
It wasn’t like anything fake. The shape, the weight of it—everything about him was real. Too real. And it made her wonder.
What would happen… if I let it?
”Yeah, this is what you do to me. Just seeing you like this was enough.”
He said, looking down, voice light with a teasing smile
”…!”
”It only proves how beautiful you are. Honestly, I can’t figure out why Jibril didn’t touch you. He’s got others now, hasn’t he?”
”Sir Jibril is not to blame. I lack the things needed to be loved by him. I’m already past my prime… A younger girl—still in her teens—would suit him more, especially to give him a child.”
”That so? I think twenty-six is still fresh. You’re gorgeous. You look like you need to be held, touched. And he just looks the other way? That’s the strange part.”
”That’s not true.”
But even as she said it, the thought had been there before. Buried deep. Quiet. She worked hard to keep her body soft, her scent sweet. And yet—he picked someone younger and simple.
It was something she couldn’t say aloud. But this man—half playing, half honest—said what she never could. It gave her a small kind of comfort.
At least, her twenty-six-year-old body still stirred someone.
(Even so… I won’t let myself be taken in by him.)
”Well then, shall we keep going?”
”……!”
Before she could move, he was already leaning back in. She tried to hold him off—but then his mouth brushed her skin, and her body twitched. His breath was warm. His tongue, slow and steady, traced the sensitive parts that made her knees weak.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Her brows pulled tight. She bit down gently on the back of her hand to keep herself quiet.
Each touch wasn’t rough, but it knew where to go. It knew how to speak without words.
And her body listened.
”…!, …!, …!”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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