Volume 3 Chapter 141-2 Before Departure
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hah…”
Linca gasped quietly, her body pulled back by strong arms from behind. Her chest lifted slightly as the arm wrapped around her, crossing over her chest, pulling her upright. She had been leaning forward just a moment ago.
(He is teasing me…)
”Mm… huh…”
Every time she felt herself rising to the edge, he slowed down. He seemed to sense it, even without words.
The man’s hand moved across her chest. His fingers, rough and thick from long sword training, touched her skin with care that made her breath catch. He held her with his left arm. That meant it was his right hand gently exploring her.
Two fingers, the thumb and middle one, pinched the peak of her chest softly, twisting just a little. That motion made her body respond without thinking. Her muscles tightened again and again, holding and releasing on their own.
(I’m coming undone…)
”Mm… mm-hmm…”
Her body, her thoughts—everything started to melt. She felt a knot inside her chest slowly loosen. Her eyes, deep and black like the night sky above, stared out without focus.
All the makeup had washed away from her face. Her natural beauty, usually hidden behind strict rules, showed through now with a quiet smile. Her cheeks were warm, and her eyebrows softened into a gentle curve.
A bit of her tongue peeked through her lips as she licked the corner of her mouth. A few wet strands of her dark hair stuck there. It was a little annoying. But the feeling of the man’s presence behind her, the warmth of him, made everything else fade.
(I want more… but he won’t give it to me.)
There was a hole inside her, a missing part she tried to fill with moments like this. She wanted to forget everything—duty, fear, pain. This was her way.
But even now, he held back. He kept her on the edge. Linca breathed harder.
”Hah… mm…”
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes begged silently. She didn’t need to speak—he already knew. He had known for a long time.
She placed her fingers on the edge of the bath to push herself. Her hips moved gently. The man was still inside her, deep. So when she moved her hips, it felt like he was stirring something inside. Her body shivered with every small motion.
”Ah… ah… ah…”
(There…)
Her eyes became hazy.
He touched the spot again—deep, but not too deep. It was the place she always focused on when she was alone. If she stayed there, the feeling was just right. Too much would scare her. Too little wouldn’t work.
She knew he was watching, but her hand moved anyway. She opened her legs a little more in the warm bathwater. She lowered her hips, trying to stop him from pulling away. She wanted to hold him inside.
Between her legs, she felt something more than water. A slippery, sticky warmth. She touched it. It was not his—it was her own. It smelled faint, like wild summer grass, a sharp and strange scent.
That scent was her desire. It was not holy. It was not pure. It was the opposite of everything Azrael’s teachings stood for.
She dipped her fingers again, touched the soft skin above where they were joined. She found it fast. It was always there, standing just a little, bare and sensitive. It had always been large for her body. At first, she hated it. But as time went on, she found it helped her feel more.
”Ah… ha… ah…”
She breathed like a tired animal. Her mouth opened wide. A little drool slipped from her lips.
The night sky stretched out above them. They were in the open, near a quiet swamp. She felt wild. Alive. Connected. But in a strange way, also ashamed. Red eyes of the blood-drinking kind might see them. People on the streets of Azrael might see them.
Even if no one was there, it felt like everyone could see her—watching her fall apart. Watching her give in to something she was supposed to fight.
”Ah…”
She opened her legs wider, like she was squatting, even though the pose looked strange. She didn’t care. She had to do something. He would not move, so she had to make herself feel more. She rubbed the sensitive place again and again, slow and soft.
”Ah… hah… hah…”
Her hips rocked, and she clenched without meaning to. The feeling grew. Her jaw dropped again, and her breath shook.
She was close.
Her fingers, now soaked, moved on their own.
She bit down. Her body tightened.
And then—it happened. Soft and deep, inside.
”Hngh… ah…”
She let go. Her whole world turned white.
Outside. Under the stars. She let herself be a creature. A soul without armor.
It came again—soft bursts inside her. Her mind sparkled like soda bubbles. Golden flashes danced behind her eyes.
A tickling feeling spread from deep inside, and every time her body moved, more of her melted into the water around her.
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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