Volume 3 Chapter 139 Exciting Infidelity
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Transitioning from their sunny dream world to the cold, dark cave of night, the peaceful chirping of birds faded. It was replaced by distant, haunting howls of the Blood‑sucking Kind.
Kian lay flat on the rocky bed, arms spread. A blanket covered his midsection. He looked down. Beneath the blanket, Linca knelt, her wide black eyes shimmering in the dim cave light. She wore the blanket draped over her shoulders. Her hands were moving, one cupping him. He could see her soft curves, the glow of her knees and the gentle roundness of her chest.
He gave a slow, raspy breath.
He sat up on one elbow, voice low and hoarse.
”Linca… were you—helping me while I slept?”
She smiled, eyes still sparkling.
”I was bored. I just couldn’t fall asleep.”
Kian shifted, the blanket slipping to reveal his toned abs and muscular arms.
He met her gaze.
”It’s because you’re fused with the Night Wraith. Most people lose the need to sleep. But I try—to rest for my mind and body.”
She leaned closer, in awe.
”I see. But my body’s… amazing. You don’t get tired, even late at night.”
He raised an eyebrow.
”Do you stay up late often?”
She chuckled lightly.
”No. Sleep fuel isn’t free.”
He smirked.
”Look at you—surprisingly practical.”
She brushed a lock of hair back, eyes full of determination.
”I can see well at night. I can surprise you, Sir Kian—so I want to stay awake.”
She stood, slipping out of bed using the power of penetration. In a blink, she was holding a water pitcher. In just as quick a motion, she filled two cups and handed one to him.
He accepted it, set the cup down, but couldn’t help stealing glances at her curves.
Suddenly aware, Linca covered her lower abdomen with one hand.
She looked away, softly embarrassed—but the way her body turned made it hard for him to look away from her round hips.
She placed the empty cup back, then returned slowly to the bed. She knelt, climbing onto the stone slab. Her smooth thigh landed on the cold rock. The other leg followed. Then she lowered herself onto all fours—approaching him with hunger, like a demon drawn to its prey.
Her voice trembled.
”Is my body… so pleasing to you?”
He reached out, lifting her by the waist. Muscles flexed beneath warm skin.
”Your form is the result of your effort. There may be younger women in Jibril’s harem—but few care so much for their shape, skin, hair… even nails.”
She laughed softly, shy.
”Sir Kian… you praise me too much.”
Kian brushed her cheek gently, amused.
”I’m sorry if it seems crude—but any man would fixate on a flower he can’t touch.”
She slid forward, pressing her body against his. She gave no resistance—rather, she willingly leaned into his arms.
They held each other, limbs entwined. His back rested against the stone wall. She shifted slightly on his lap, pressing closer.
Then they were silent, their lips locking. Tongues traced, tasting.
Her back glistened with sweat. A sweet‑sour scent drifted from her damp hair and mingled with her saliva, filling his mind—unsettling but addictive.
In the dim light, her pale cheeks and coral lips filled his vision. Her hair brushed her ear. Her lips closed on his, then parted in shallow breathing. Every breath trembled with desire.
When they paused kissing, they met eyes. Foreheads touched, flushed. Hands traveled, exploring curves on her back and the gentle slope of her hips.
He leaned forward, voice low.
”Your thighs…”
She froze for a heartbeat.
”M-men often praise the chest.”
He gazed steadily.
”But I love your thighs.”
She smiled slowly, placing her elegant hand over her mouth.
”I see… but you love the chest, yes?”
”I love it all… because it’s you.”
She smiled again, resolution shining in her eyes.
”Hehe—if my body pleases you, enjoy it… fully.”
He wrapped his arms gently around her, pulling her close. Her dark hair brushed his chest, and he caught sight of the curve of her hips as she shifted in his lap. Leaning back, she guided his hand to her waist.
There was warmth beneath his palm, the softness of her skin barely hiding the strength underneath.
Her voice, trembling, broke the quiet.
”Kian… Sir Kian…”
He tilted his head.
”What is it?”
She placed both hands on his chest, steadying herself.
He could feel her leaning in, her whole body trembling with need.
”I… want to feel all of you…”
His eyes didn’t flinch.
”Then come closer. Lead the way.”
The blankets rustled as she moved. Her motions were careful—slow, focused. She aligned herself with care, adjusting until their bodies matched.
She lowered herself, breath held.
The cold cave air was gone, replaced by a deeper heat.
”Hah…”
The moment deepened.
A warm shiver ran through her, and she let out a soft moan.
”Mmm… ah…”
She stilled once more, breath uneven. Her gaze met his, wild yet full of trust.
”It’s… it’s really you…”
He placed a hand on her side, his thumb brushing small, calming circles.
”You react so deeply, even now.”
”Is that… strange?”
He gave a slight smile.
”Not strange. Just honest.”
He felt it again—her body adjusting to his, every movement full of unspoken emotion.
”I can feel it… right away…”
He exhaled sharply, unable to hide his own reaction.
Character Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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