Volume 3 Chapter 168 Proposal
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
’Natra is Natra. Not Sarah.’
’I see you as yourself,’ Kian said that night, his voice steady yet filled with quiet warmth. ‘And now, I can’t imagine walking this path without you. You understand me deeply. You work beside me, not behind. I could never treat you like a tool. So don’t try to become Sarah. You’re Natra… my irreplaceable companion, my collaborator, and my partner in all of this.’
That was a month ago, under the quiet moonlight of Châtillon.
Back then, Natra had offered to take Sarah’s place—hoping to be useful, even if it meant losing herself. But Kian’s words had gently refused that. He hadn’t wanted a replacement. He had chosen her.
Since then… perhaps the old “familiar Natra” had faded, and what remained was the “Natra of now.” Even with an unstable sense of self and a heart full of another girl’s memories, she had started to find her own footing.
Kian’s words had anchored her.
Even now, doubts still whispered in the corners of her heart. She wore confidence like a mask—cool, composed—but inside, sometimes she trembled. Were these memories truly hers? Or was she a puppet dressed in borrowed thoughts?
But when that question clawed at her, those words from Kian would return… and they were enough. Enough to remind her:
She was Natra. Not a hollow doll. Not a tool without will.
(But… does my master see me as a woman? A real one?)
Soaked in warm light, her bare shoulders covered in soft white bubbles, Natra sat quietly. She wore only a thin chemise and undergarments fit for Beastfolk. Behind her, Kian’s hands moved with care—not lustful, but gentle, like he was washing something delicate. Something dear.
His touch made her heart stir.
Perhaps he found her beautiful. But he didn’t love her—at least, not in the way she secretly hoped.
This bath, this closeness… it was part of her role. A performance check. A training session. A test.
He chose her over Sarah and Linca, yes. But it wasn’t romance. It was duty.
Natra understood that. And the calm voice within told her to stay in line. To remain the loyal familiar, the obedient lover. Never step beyond the role Kian had allowed.
Because the moment she crossed a boundary, he might push her away. Like he had with others.
So, she played the perfect Natra.
Even if her heart had begun to change.
But…
She hated it.
”I’ll rinse off the bubbles,” Kian said quietly behind her.
”…Yes,” Natra whispered, her voice small.
She didn’t understand what she truly felt.
There was an old story, one sung by a bard of Azrael—The Love of a Magic Puppet.
A tragic tale about a doll who malfunctioned and fell in love with its master. When it confessed its feelings, it was cast aside. Broken, discarded. And in the end, it returned to the earth, never knowing if its love had been real… or just a mistake in its design.
Natra had always hated that story.
Because it felt too close to her own.
(But… I like Sir Kian.)
She remembered the light in his eyes when she stood against Oswald. The fierce strength he showed in battle. The way he trained, the way he kept his word. His kindness.
Even the way he teased other girls bothered her more than she’d like to admit. It wasn’t jealousy—no, she told herself that. But if only she were his fiancée instead of Sarah…
(More than anything—)
”Ah…”
Her breath caught as Kian pulled her close, turning her to face him.
Natra found herself cradled in his lap, warm skin pressing against her back. His arms wrapped around her like a shield, strong and sure. Even without looking, she could sense the heat in his gaze.
In her past life, the idea of a man touching her so directly would’ve made her recoil. But now…
Now, her body reacted before her mind could catch up.
She was evolving, yes—but not only in spirit. The sensations—the memories awakened inside her—threatened to overwhelm her.
(I’ve changed…)
Though parts of her were reshaped by Kian’s influence, the echoes remained. Feelings, desires, experiences—all flooding her heart. All because of him.
”…Mmm…”
Their lips met.
Her thoughts scattered, swallowed in a haze of heat and confusion. His touch moved softly, tracing the lines of her body not as an owner, but as someone trying to reach something deeper.
Natra trembled.
She wasn’t like Sarah. Not like Rufna either. Her body was small. Quiet. And yet… even so, she felt his hands memorizing every part of her—learning her, cherishing her.
She responded, almost on instinct. Her fingers clung to his shoulders. Her breath mingled with his.
(Why does this feel so gentle…?)
Their kiss deepened. Not hungry. Not rushed. It was like a slow promise, wrapping around her mind and melting her reason.
Her thoughts became distant. Her body leaned against his. Her doubts and pride, both forgotten.
”Sir Kian…” she whispered softly.
”…I like you, Natra,” he murmured.
Her eyes widened.
His words slipped into her heart like sweet poison.
”I want to see all of you,” he said.
She nodded, lips parted, her chest rising with each breath.
* * *
Later, in the hush of the open grassland, Kian’s arms still held her from behind.
His hand moved slowly, tracing through the thin fabric of her chemise. Even if she wasn’t as full-bodied as the others, his fingers never faltered. They moved with a kind of devotion, as if every touch carried meaning.
Natra gasped, curling her toes.
(Why… just my chest…)
It wasn’t her strongest feature. In fact, she sometimes felt self-conscious about it. But right now, her body didn’t care. Her heart didn’t either.
The touch was warm. Real. Gentle.
She arched back against him, every breath becoming shallow.
”Haa… ha… mm…”
”Sir Kian,” she tried to speak, but her voice broke apart like foam.
Her chest was touched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as fingers teased her through the thin fabric.
Watching closely, Natra squirmed, her lower stomach trembling from the strange heat building inside.
”S-Soon… there too,” she whispered, voice trembling.
”There? What do you mean?” the man asked, narrowing his eyes.
”…Ah, n-no, nothing, I… ah…” she stammered, eyes darting.
Her chest was flicked again. Despite her flat build, the stimulation had left a noticeable reaction under the see-through cloth. The fabric clung damply, revealing a hint of pink underneath. Embarrassed by the change in her own body, Natra averted her gaze.
”Not enough… moisture,” he muttered thoughtfully. “Should I use water?”
”Wh-what are you going to do?” she asked, leaning back slightly.
He dipped his hand into a small bucket and dribbled cool, soapy water across her chest. The chill sent shivers down Natra’s spine. The cloth quickly darkened, sticking to her skin and exposing the faint contrast between her light fabric and dusky complexion. Her body trembled from the touch, but she didn’t resist.
”…!”
His fingers moved again, this time more gently. They traced circles, barely brushing against her through the wet cloth.
”Phew… ku… ha…” she moaned softly.
The sensation was subtle but insistent, like a feather grazing her skin, making her chest tingle all the way through. Her breath came in short bursts.
(He’s… tracing me…)
”Nuuu… uuuu…”
(He’s still touching… even now…)
”Ah, ah, ah, a… ah…”
(Finally… squeezed tight)
”Ooo…!”
He gave a sharp tug, and she arched her back in reaction, her head thrown back, lips parted from the overwhelming rush of feeling.
A dizzy weakness washed over her entire body.
Leaning against his chest, she felt the pressure on her chest slowly ease until his fingers let go completely. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. She looked down, lips parted in disbelief.
”Auu…!”
Once again, his touch returned—gentler this time, but no less affecting. Natra’s body twitched.
”Phew, phew… n, phew…”
A frustration built inside her. She wanted more—something direct, something that would guide her deeper into the haze clouding her thoughts.
Her lower body, long awakened to these unfamiliar sensations, started moving on its own, beyond reason or control. Her thighs, once tightly closed, began to part.
From between her legs, a warmth began to spread, soaking into her undergarments. A faint, heady scent mingled with the remnants of the soap, enveloping the two of them in something difficult to name.
At the center of her parted legs, even through the cloth, the outline of her deepest place could be seen faintly shifting. Above it, a sensitive bump throbbed beneath the soaked fabric, responding to every movement.
”Haa… ugh…”
Another brush across her chest made her voice crack. Her whole body was covered in sweat now, a light sweetness rising from her skin—soft and girlish, unlike the artificial scent of the soap.
”Put your arms around me,” he said quietly.
She nodded and did as told, draping her arms over his shoulders. It felt strange—like resting on a sofa, only that sofa was warm and breathing and actively teasing her.
”Nn…”
Closing her eyes, she accepted the kiss that followed. Her lips parted naturally, her tongue shyly reaching out as she responded to him.
Meanwhile, the teasing of her chest hadn’t stopped. Every time her breath caught, her body gave a small jump. From under her arms, a rich scent unique to her rose into the air, making him lean closer and breathe it in deeply.
”N-No… th-that’s improper, Master!” she cried out.
”Even your scent is sweet,” he said, chuckling. “Your breath, too. So different from older women…”
”P-Please don’t compare me to Elder Sister!” she yelped.
One of his hands suddenly slid down from her chest to her stomach. A jolt of pressure followed, making her eyes widen in shock. That spot—just above her belly—felt odd, like it was being pressed in a way that made her feel light-headed.
”D-Don’t… not there… I can’t… please… ah…!”
His hand shifted lower, brushing across the soaked edge of her underwear. When his fingers grazed a certain point with just a touch, Natra’s breath hitched, and she tilted her head back, exposing her slender throat.
”Ngh…!”
Her mouth was sealed by another kiss. She could see the man’s face clearly now—clean-shaven, refined, more like a prince than a commoner. Their lips moved slowly, a tender exchange that made her heart flutter.
”Mn… mmm… nn, fuu…”
This time, it was a softer kiss, as though their lips were simply resting together. Yet his tongue still found its way in, urging hers to respond. They melted into each other, mouths mixing in quiet, wet sounds.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and though their posture was awkward, it felt like a genuine embrace. Natra’s hand, which had been resting atop his as he touched her, slipped back to her lap.
Her face burned red.
The kiss had melted her strength away, leaving her helpless in his arms.
A finger slipped beneath her underwear’s edge and rubbed slowly along her inner thigh, making her shiver. Regaining herself, Natra reached up to her lips and wiped the silver thread of saliva away with trembling fingers.
”Should we take this off?” he whispered low in her ear.
She gave a small nod.
”B-Both…?”
”Yes. I want to see.”
”O-Okay…”
She stood slowly from his lap, wobbling just a bit. But her strong lower body kept her upright. Bending forward, she reached for the side strings of her black undergarments and gently untied them. The fabric loosened and fell forward.
”…!”
From beneath, a glimmering string of clear fluid clung between her skin and the cloth.
Even at seventeen, her scent was intense—thick and earthy, like the wild fragrance of summer grass in bloom.
The heavy fabric dropped to the floor with a soft thud.
Now fully exposed, only a neat patch of trimmed black hair remained, carefully maintained and clean. Beneath it, her soft folds glistened, shaped subtly beneath the dim light, but she kept her eyes turned downward.
Natra slowly slipped off her chemise.
As the white fabric that covered her waist disappeared, her surprisingly well-defined waistline became visible. Her hips held a gentle, youthful curve. Her pelvis was broad and strong, showing signs of a woman ready for motherhood, while the area around her upper thighs was soft and rounded.
Usually, only her slender, toned calves were seen, but Natra was undeniably a stunning woman.
Kian’s eyes darkened with intensity. The muscular man stood, the air around him charged as he stepped closer.
(Ah, as always, Sir Kian carries a presence that fills the space with a quiet strength.)
Natra’s gaze softened at the sight of him. She already knew the feeling she’d face if she gave in.
The height difference was clear — over thirty centimeters. As Natra shyly pressed closer to him, his strong scent brushed over her chest.
Silently, their hands found each other’s, fingers brushing lightly.
The other hands rested gently on each other’s shoulders.
Kian bent slightly to meet her, while Natra rose on her toes, their lips meeting in a quiet, tender kiss.
Soft, wet sounds echoed as they touched, and a warm feeling spread between Natra’s legs.
Wanting to bring him comfort, Natra carefully traced her palm along him, moving with gentle, practiced motions. She knew him well, understanding his reactions, and adjusted her touch with care. At the same time, her own body responded, warmth pooling inside her as she pressed her knees together.
She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, steadying herself through the rising waves of sensation, while his hand continued its soothing touch.
His palm brushed over her, fingers moving with careful rhythm. She felt herself tilt her hips subtly in response.
”Ah… I… I’m feeling it,” she whispered, her voice breathless.
His fingers moved deeper, finding sensitive spots, and Natra arched her back, her small frame pressing forward instinctively. She gripped his arm for support, feeling the steady strength beneath her fingers.
Her breathing grew uneven, little trembles running through her legs.
She bit her lip, holding back words, letting only soft, indistinct sounds escape. Warmth pooled and overflowed, the quiet sounds between them filling the air.
Dazed, she lifted her chin.
Her body slackened, and she sank into the soft grass beneath her. The dampness from the earth pressed against her knees, cool and grounding.
Something inside her shifted, breaking down the last walls of hesitation.
Her gaze settled on Kian, seated nearby, a towel beneath him.
She wanted him—this moment, this connection.
The composed swordswoman disappeared, replaced by a simple, honest desire.
”Sir Kian,” she whispered, fingers tracing lightly over herself.
Her breath hitched as warmth gathered, spreading a gentle, natural scent.
She moved closer, lips curving into a shy smile, and spoke with quiet determination.
”I’ll take your seed.”
* * *
Natra’s body was beautifully toned, like a sleek feline predator. Yet her lower belly still held the soft roundness of youth, thickening gently whenever she sat facing Kian.
”Haa… haa… haaah…” she breathed softly.
Kneeling on top of Kian’s firm length, Natra slowly parted herself and lowered her hips. The tip pressed gently, making a soft, wet sound. Knowing his strong presence was just beneath her, her warmth flowed freely, covering him in a gentle, sticky layer.
Beneath her neatly trimmed black hair, the soft folds pressed down on the tip. She applied steady pressure, gradually stretching to fit him fully. Having shared this closeness a few days before, the shape she once barely remembered was now familiar again. Her tight opening, slick with her own natural warmth, welcomed him smoothly. The fullness at the entrance sent a wave of sweet pleasure through her, and she sighed softly from glossy lips.
”Ah… it’s halfway in,” she murmured, blushing as she spoke to her master.
Her earlier doubts about how she truly felt vanished completely. The owner of this steady presence was her future husband—nothing else mattered.
”Fuu… uuu, haa…” her knees folded beneath her.
On her slender, deer-like thighs, muscles tensed, pressing softly against her calves. Bowing her head, she welcomed him fully. Her folds spread wide, holding him firmly beneath her hair. The deep red form peeked faintly below her hairline. Natra’s core was fully grown now. Once joined, she became gentle, devoted only to her role as a woman.
Her brown hips rested atop Kian’s firm support. The stern expression she usually wore melted away, replaced by a desire-filled gaze with narrow, melting eyes.
Her shoulder-length hair fell partially over her youthful face, softening it into the future beauty of Azrael. Smiling with lips curved in a delicate crescent, she radiated the charm of a woman—not a girl.
”Nmu… fu…” she sighed.
As the closeness settled, Kian captured her lips with his. Gently brushing aside the hair clinging to her mouth, his lips pressed against hers deeply. Their bodies clung tightly, sweat mixing as they melted into each other. Natra’s brown hips began to rock slowly on her own.
The firm presence inside rubbed against her walls, sending tingling warmth deep into her back. She stirred easily, her core slick with her own warmth.
”Wonderful, Sir Kian,” she whispered sweetly, a voice so soft it was almost unrecognizable from her usual self.
Between soft breaths, she sighed again, melting into the moment. “It’s so strong… so pleasant… I’ll never share this with my elder sister…”
”The closeness… incredible. The ridges inside hold me completely!” he said.
”Hehe…” Natra’s knees tightened. Holding onto Kian’s neck for support, she slowly pulled the form out partway. The thick tip dragged against her walls, twisting her once smooth, now tender lips again.
The glossy form, slick with her sweet warmth, showed how deeply he’d been embraced. This nectar—born from her wild instincts—was something the usually pure Natra would never reveal. Her taut thighs parted once more, and in one swift motion, she welcomed him fully again.
”Mmm… foo…” they melted together.
Among her warm scent, their tongues danced softly. From her healthy, bronze hips, the firm presence slipped out slowly, only to be welcomed again. The tip brushed her deepest core, causing her hips to shudder as her warmth dripped slowly, drop by drop.
(It feels so good…)
Her mind blurred into a rosy haze. As Kian nuzzled her sensitive neck and shoulders, her senses flared, growing sharper with every touch.
She lifted her hips slowly, then lowered them again.
The tip pressed firmly against her deepest place—the spot where life could begin. Her senses there were fully alive, and she knew the overwhelming waves of pleasure that came with its touch.
”Does it feel good?” she asked quietly.
”Yes, it feels so good,” he answered.
Her heart lifted, and Natra held tightly around him. She moved inside, silently begging for his love, leaving him powerless. She caressed her master’s cheek, planting gentle kisses while her lower belly moved in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Though gentle, she never loosened her grip—just like her sword training, her devotion was unshakable.
”That’s… too much!” she gasped.
”Hehe…” she moaned softly.
”Sir Kian!” she whispered.
Strong arms wrapped around her, and her heart raced wildly. Her lips were claimed again, and her hips were lifted. Until now, she’d set the pace, but now Kian’s rhythm hit every weak spot perfectly. Unable to move as she wished, she was turned around, back to him. As the tip slipped out, the scrape against her folds sent her into a soft climax.
Trembling from pleasure, she was positioned on all fours, like a wild beast. In the open wilderness, they seemed to have shed their humanity.
”Sir Kian… aah…”
Her hips were grasped firmly as the firm presence slid into her warm depths again.
Suddenly, without warning, his hips moved with steady force, the soft layers of her body rippling with every movement.
”Hoo… hoo… ah…” she gasped softly.
Slowly, his hips pulled back, and Natra trembled, drool spilling from her lips. Each time he withdrew, her warm depths dripped thick nectar, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet. Then he moved in again.
”Mmm… foo… agh…”
The form slid deeply, pressing softly before pulling back, stirring more of her sweet warmth.
”Ah…”
He nestled himself once more inside her.
”Mmm, foo… ooooh…”
Then pulled back gently.
”Haah…”
His movements grew faster and stronger.
Sweat flew in droplets as Natra began to grind her hips back, moving her buttocks in a slow, steady rhythm. The intense friction made their connection froth white, staining the summer grass beneath them.
”Hii… ah… too much… haa… mm…”
Natra felt her core sink with every steady movement. Each impact sent waves of sweetness deep inside her belly.
Wanting him to fill her more deeply, she raised her hips as high as she could, making it easier for him to move. Closing her knees, she pressed her hips against his.
”I… mm… ah… ah…”
White sparks flashed behind her eyes. Her teeth clenched tightly.
”Mmngu… mmm…”
”It’s coming!”
The world seemed to spin with sensation.
A gentle warmth spread inside her, filling her completely. Soft, misty droplets traced down her skin, quietly marking the closeness they shared.
The faint scent of him lingered in the air, and Natra felt a deep wave of peace and happiness—the unmistakable proof of their bond.
”Sir Kian,” she whispered softly.
His arm reached out to hold her close, a quiet, tender sound escaping him.
* * *
Afterward, she held onto him tightly, moving slowly as they shared soft kisses. Her head and body were held gently, as if to keep her close and safe. Lost in the moment, Natra softly pressed herself against him, still feeling the gentle warmth of their closeness.
(Amazing, such pure joy… ♡)
This was the simple happiness that comes from being close to someone important. Natra embraced the comforting feeling, storing the memory of this time with Kian deep in her heart.
Later, they carefully washed away the day’s weariness, helping each other feel refreshed. Resting together in the dome where the Wolfmen’s young female warriors found refuge, they sat quietly, skin touching. Their gentle touches soon sparked a quiet desire once more.
Kian held Natra’s shoulders softly, moving with calm and steady rhythm as they joined together again.
”Ahh ♡ Ah ♡ Ahh ♡ Ah ♡ N, Ahh ♡♡ A, th, there ♡ More, deeper ♡”
”Here?” he asked gently.
He moved just so, stirring a warm, soothing feeling within her.
”Ahhn ♡ Th, there, it is ♡ Mmm… ♡”
A warm flow of affection surrounded them both, perfectly matching his presence. Her body welcomed him softly, slick and warm, like a gentle embrace.
When he brushed her gently, Natra gasped, her breath catching in a quiet moment of joy. Her body tightened softly in response, and he paused gently.
As they rested, sharing gentle care, Natra showed her devotion in return. She carefully helped him relax, wiping away every sign of their closeness.
Lying quietly on the bed, her ankles crossed softly, her gentle movements spoke of trust and affection. Kian’s quiet sigh marked the end of their shared moment.
Suddenly, Wing Cain, the messenger, arrived quietly through the barrier.
”Sir Kian?”
Kian looked over the documents Wing: Cain had brought under the evening sky, while Natra appeared, a little unsteady.
”Natra, don’t push yourself,” he said softly.
”I’m fine… just a little dizzy. Ah.”
”What is it?”
”It’s starting to drip,” she said quietly, catching a small trace running down her smooth thigh.
Seeing this, Kian’s heart tightened, but he held back, wanting her to rest.
”Who is this letter from?”
”It’s from the vice leader of Owl.”
”That magician? What news?”
Kian showed Natra a map of the area.
”I asked him to send it before we left Ramsey. It includes a detailed map of northern Ramsey, previous battle reports against the Union and Oswald, and a summary of the enemy’s magicians and their strength.”
”What…?”
”There are 71 enemy magicians of high skill: 20 Black Panthers, 15 Steel Tigers, and 36 Silver Wolves. If we can keep the Silver Wolves from joining, the enemy will only have 35 magicians capable of besieging the castle.”
Kian handed the letter to Natra and continued.
”Battles aren’t decided by numbers alone. It’s the power and skill of those who can use large-scale magic. If we help Owl, we can outmatch the enemy’s force.”
”Sir Kian, didn’t you say you’d abandon Ramsey?”
Kian nodded.
”I did. But I also said no one else could handle this crisis except me. I see now what that man meant about this place being perfect for his ‘fame.’ I was wrong to trust numbers without understanding the real battle. If we work with Owl, we have a chance.”
Natra listened quietly, absorbing his words.
”When we return, we need a plan to persuade Rufna and the others. Natra, you said you want to help the people of Ramsey if you could. I’d like your help to explain it.”
”Y-Yes. If you say so, I’ll help.”
”Good. Bringing you instead of Sarah or Linca was the right choice.”
Kian smiled, and Natra sighed softly, feeling the weight of their future.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
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