Volume 3 Chapter 203 Never Lose to a Pussy! ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(Damn! The cowper won’t stop!)
Kian carefully helped Priscilla into the bathtub and quickly washed away the residue on the front of her body. With one foot already in the room, he hurriedly searched for something to cover himself. The problem with cowpers after eja**lation was that unless the er**tion subsided, the fluid left in the urethra didn’t easily come out, which could lead to discomfort and mess. Wearing underwear like that would cause it to become damp and develop an unpleasant odor, so he needed to act quickly.
After searching the room for a few seconds, Kian found a device intended for male slaves hidden inside a wooden box filled with Count Cain’s secret tools. Holding himself carefully, he moved to the floor and grabbed the device, which felt slippery and gelatinous.
A noticeable sound came from the movement.
”Hey, Kian? Are you alright? That sounded pretty loud,” Sarah called from nearby.
Kian quickly responded, “I’m fine, Sarah. I just slipped a little.”
He placed the device over himself and pulled his underwear on top. His lower body had swollen enough that the tip of his underwear was visible above his waist, but with a bathrobe on, it was not noticeable.
”You slipped? That’s unusual for you. You don’t need to rush; just take your time,” Sarah advised kindly.
”Thanks, Sarah,” Kian replied quietly.
He glanced sharply at Priscilla, who peeked from the bathtub’s edge, smiling quietly, then moved to the door and placed his hand on the knob. The situation reminded him of a landlord who had failed to pay rent, as he cracked the door open slightly and looked out at the visitor.
”Good morning, Kian,” Sarah greeted, dressed in her usual white work attire. Today, her makeup was a little darker, and her large black eyes made her features stand out even more.
Though overwhelmed by the scent of honey soap and cosmetics, Kian managed to keep a composed expression.
”Hey, Sarah. Here’s the exchange diary,” he said.
”Thanks. I’ll come inside,” she replied, stepping forward.
”Wait a moment!” Kian said hurriedly, moving to block her view through the gap.
”Why?” Sarah asked, leaning to look.
Kian shifted his body to prevent her from seeing. Without the protection of Rufna’s barrier or Priscilla’s hidden presence, Sarah would have noticed something by now. Pulling up his damp hair, Kian forced a smile.
”I was… using the device.”
”Really?”
”Yes, I was.”
”Since this morning?”
Sarah’s eyes showed surprise as she glanced briefly toward his waist.
Kian had hoped the bathrobe would hide the device, but the belly area was oddly swollen. From the view, one could imagine a large shape pressing through the fabric.
Did he overdo it? Sarah usually take care of that part for him. If he tells her not to touch it carelessly, she might feel discouraged.
”Hey… doesn’t it look bigger than before?” Sarah asked, folding her arms under her chest, cheeks tinged pink as she looked away.
Her figure shifted slightly.
She didn’t step back, instead stealing glances at him. Kian wondered why she didn’t find it uncomfortable. Then he remembered Sarah had very different standards than most. She wasn’t bothered by things others might find unpleasant. He noticed the difference in feminine energy between Linca, Priscilla, Aliona, and Christy. The sweet idol Sarah once was seemed gone.
”I guess it’s normal,” he said casually.
”It’s definitely larger. Twice as thick as before when it was wet,” she replied.
”Maybe it just looks bigger because of the angle.”
”Maybe. But it feels very solid now. I could hang coats on it. Life is strange.”
”Yes, my device is one of the wonders of humanity. Well, I’ll keep going now.”
”Wait. Before that, we have to do the usual thing,” Sarah said with a gentle blush, holding out her hands.
The usual thing was their daily ritual: Sarah hugged Kian for thirty seconds and whispered, “I love you.” Since Linca suggested it, Kian made sure to find time for the ritual. Yesterday, before the ceremony started, he even hugged Sarah for about three minutes in the dark. After that, she returned to her usual self, but during ceremonies, her requests to hug him sweetly were becoming longer.
After a moment’s hesitation, Kian stepped outside and hugged Sarah.
Though his hug was gentle, Sarah responded firmly, pressing her chest against him. The sweet honey-soap scent rose gently. Looking down, Kian saw her chest pressed against his stomach, the fabric creasing under the pressure.
”I love it,” Sarah whispered softly into his chest.
When her hand moved around his neck, her lips followed. Their mouths met, and their tongues gently touched. Soft sounds filled the quiet corridor.
Sarah pulled back with a playful smile.
”I’m sorry if I seem cold during the day. When I’m at work, I focus completely and switch between personalities.”
”I know. You help me a lot. You run around for me—someone clueless about politics or socializing. I can’t do this without you.”
”…Ms. Linca is here,” Sarah said, pouting.
”Even if she’s not here, you’re reliable,” Kian said.
”I feel safe because you’re my childhood friend,” Kian whispered near Sarah’s ear and kissed her.
”I love you, Sarah. Will you keep helping me?”
”Yes, yes. I’ll help you. Forever, and ever. I’ll do my best for you.”
”Thanks. I’m counting on you.”
”Yeah,” Sarah replied with a soft smile.
They pressed their foreheads together and shared light kisses. Kian pressed her gently against the doorframe, admiring her figure.
”Hey, look,” Sarah said sweetly, glancing out the window behind him.
”The sunrise.”
”It’s beautiful.”
”Yeah. It looks like bright red light flowing from the horizon. It’s lovely.”
”Haha, you always come up with creative descriptions.”
”Hey, your soap scent—this is Ms.’s, not Linca’s, right?”
Kian tried to pull away casually, but Sarah’s arm slipped around his neck, pulling him close again. Her nose pressed against his shoulder and neck, smelling closely.
”It’s a citrus scent, very refreshing. It’s definitely not her. Does it smell like Priscilla’s perfume? Did you change soap?”
”Yes, she gave me a new one.”
After a long embrace, they separated suddenly and faced each other closely. Sarah stared intensely without blinking.
Kian realized Sarah had seen through his excuse but knew it was true—Priscilla had given him the soap. There was no deception.
”Sarah?”
”Why did you get soap from her?”
”In conversation… I don’t remember exactly. I’m usually not interested in others, so I just listen.”
Sarah eyed him suspiciously but finally released his neck.
”Ms. Priscilla doesn’t think things through. Don’t take her kindness lightly. It could cause trouble later. Even this time, she took on a difficult mission herself. It’s safer to assume people like Princess Maribel or Gonzales try to take advantage.”
”I’ll keep that in mind. Sorry to trouble you.”
”It’s okay… rather, I want you to rely on me forever. Honestly, I think I’d hate it if you became a perfect superhuman like Jibril.”
Kian smiled softly. “Hahaha. I can’t be like him even if I grow taller. What I was born with is completely different.”
”Yeah.”
Sarah nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
”Sarah, do you have lipstick?”
”Eh? Yeah, I do.”
”Lend me some. The crimson’s worn off from all those kisses.”
”Oh, sure.”
Sarah rummaged through the accessory case on the floor and pulled out a lipstick. Despite the improvements from accepting Kian’s factor and becoming a Blood Servant, her dexterity hadn’t improved enough to keep things organized. It looked like Kian would have to clean up regularly once they moved into a new home.
”Don’t move.”
”Mm.”
Kian carefully applied a deep crimson to Sarah’s beautiful lips, choosing a shade slightly darker to match the Aisha doe she reminded him of. When he finished, he handed back the lipstick container and brush to her, noticing her unusual shyness.
”You look beautiful today, too.”
”Kian’s getting cooler every day as well,” she said, smiling. “I’m a little happy someone like you is my husband. Everyone at the mansion talks about you as their ideal prince. The lords call you an unprecedented hero. Every time I hear stories like that, I feel proud—like you’re truly mine.”
”Thank you.”
”I love you, Kian. I’m still amazed by your thoughts, but every time I see your ‘reality’ in the exchange diary, I feel like I’m getting closer to you, little by little. I want to understand you more.”
”I’m glad to know you, too, Sarah.”
”You’re disillusioned, aren’t you? Was I this cold?” Sarah murmured to herself, half-mocking. “I process human relationships as if they were work. Behind my smile, I’m thinking about something else entirely.”
”That must have been when you were in work mode,” Kian replied, his expression turning serious again. His c*ck returned to its original size and slipped beneath his bathrobe.
”Oh, you were wearing that? It’s quite big, reasonable.”
”You’re a kind woman when you’re off work like this,” he said, picking up the mas***bator and tucking it into his bathrobe pocket. “But she’s a very cute wife when she’s just for me.”
”Well, already… Kian?”
”Then I’ll f*ck my c*ck until it wears out. I’ll be in the dining room when I’m done.”
”Yeah. Good luck—oh, that’s right.”
Sarah peeled the button off her pure white work uniform and slipped out of her brown bra. Her breasts, slightly distorted in shape, jiggled enticingly. The pale brown n**ples were erect, surrounded by plump areolas, exuding a subtle obscenity. The sweet scent of a woman’s sweat wafted from the deep valley between them.
”Do you want to be a fool for this?”
Sarah looked up sharply, sighing.
”I feel really happy thinking about Kian using me.”
”It was so erotic, I got hard again.”
”Oh, I want you to love me again after work.”
Her short black hair framed her neck, tucked behind her ears. Sweat trickled down the nape of her neck beneath her clear jawline.
”I want you to do a lot of terrible things.”
”In that outfit?”
”Eh!? …Y-yeah, maybe it’s good. I want you to bind me with chains or something, and play naughty pranks on me. I want you to humiliate me.”
”Then I’ll work hard all day today. I’ll bully you with these obscene, bursting breasts as a reward.”
”Yes~♡ My husband~♡”
Sarah said it with a teasing kiss that stole his breath, then pressed her chest and hurried down the corridor. By the time Kian reached the stairs, her face had returned to the serious mask of work.
Kian sighed deeply and opened the door to his room, where his cheating partner awaited.
* * *
”Whoa!?”
As soon as the door closed, the dragon bone familiar seized Kian’s arms and slammed him to the floor. His reaction was delayed—he had been relieved to hide the scene of his affair. But the dragon bone monster’s superhuman strength was insignificant compared to Kian’s current power. He considered draining its magic to neutralize it, but before he could act, the familiar’s master pushed it aside and pinned him down.
”Puh, Ms. Priscilla!? This is sudden! Why are you attacking me?” Kian asked.
A white witch wearing a wet dress shirt, clinging to her calm chest, licked her lips. She smiled sadistically as her natural physical strength held down Kian’s arms. Her power far exceeded that of the dragon bone familiar.
If she tried seriously, she could crush him, but she refrained to avoid injury. Even as Priscilla’s delicate yet feminine waist was exposed, Kian’s body tensed, but he couldn’t break free.
Her eyes were fixed on the silvery pubic hair glistening beneath the wet fabric, soaked in a lewd liquor.
”Even though I’m listening by your side, you flaunt yourself? You’ve been my fiancé since today, right? Stop making fun of such a gorilla woman.”
”She’s the woman who will be my wife.”
”Am I different? Tell me, don’t let it hurt my pride as a woman. I want to screw everything about you guys.”
”Then I won’t cooperate anymore.”
”Huh, I keep this place so e**ct and you say that often.”
Priscilla’s right arm tensed, her grip tightening as she restrained both wrists with one hand and pressed a gun against the doorframe.
”Ms. Priscilla, no! Please!”
”If you resist seriously… as a magician, I can’t help you at this distance unless I turn into a dragon.”
”You’ll get hurt!”
”Oh my, how kind of you. Well then, I’ll be kind to you, Lord Kian.”
Her tone was theatrical. With her left hand, she grasped his standing c*ck and rubbed it against the wet cleft hidden under her silver pubic hair.
”Ugh, kuuu…”
”Ah… you’re panting like a girl. It’s the exact opposite, isn’t it?”
”Pu, Ms. Priscilla, don’t rush!”
”Unfortunate, it’s already late. Itadakimasu.”
A lukewarm sensation swallowed him. After a moment of pressure, something broke inside—his hymen pierced. Priscilla’s eyes twisted in pleasure, then turned predatory as she sucked his length deep into her.
Dark silver pubic hair clung to her depilated brown lower abdomen.
”Uh… aha… ahahaha♡ This is s*x—the workings of life? It’s completely different from mas***bation. I feel mentally excited. Maybe the satisfaction of conquering another woman’s man is added? It might be quite a pleasure.”
”Aguuuu…”
”Hehe… Hey, look? Your c*ck fits perfectly inside me. My v**ina’s bigger than the average woman’s, but it’s just right for Lord Kian’s.”
Priscilla’s smile widened. Her pure white legs spread wide, the flesh of her inner thighs trembling, creating fresh dimples. These were meat wrinkles not found on Natra, Rufna, Sarah, or Linca.
Her groin, shamelessly exposed, was covered in thick pubic hair. A pale pink cleft parted beneath it, swollen and firm. A bead of clear nectar dripped from her pink labia, mixing with the lewd fluid to form a delicate pink sheen.
Priscilla’s scent was stronger than Natra’s or Christy’s. Usually, it smelled like soap or perfume, but close up, the sweet sweat of a woman was unmistakable. The lewd liquor added an animal-like note, reminiscent of fermented urine.
”Ugh, that’s amazing, so tight.”
”So? Which feels better, Lady Sarah?”
”No, I can’t say that.”
”Heh, you’re just trying to resist. Funny.”
The bleeding from her hymen had stopped. Priscilla closed her legs and sat back on her thighs. The fatty flesh of her buttocks created wrinkles around her hip bones. Her wide pelvis revealed only silver pubic hair below.
”If you do this, you’ll feel more like Lord Kian.”
”Ugh.”
”Hey? Since we’ve already done it, let’s give up and have fun together till the end.”
”I’ll enjoy it, so keep your voice down a bit. Linca’s still sleeping in her room.”
Now that he thought about it, Kian hadn’t seen Natra all day. Where had she been since morning? But Priscilla’s lips covered his, and all other thoughts faded away.
White hair brushed gently against his cheeks. The face of a beautiful woman from the West, seen close up, was truly captivating. Her youthful appearance seemed almost like a remedy—a delicate mix of innocence and subtle mischief.
”Here, here, here,” she said softly.
Her pale fingers traced lightly around his lips, along his cheeks, and down the nape of his neck, as if erasing the faint marks left by Sarah’s morning ritual. Though the traces seemed to disappear, the smooth sensation beneath her touch lingered like a quiet magic.
”Wouldn’t it be difficult to leave these behind?” she remarked thoughtfully. “There are rumors among the slave traders that Lord Kian is quite popular from early morning. I need to remove all signs properly.”
He observed her as her full lips parted slightly, and her tongue gently brushed over the marks with a coolness unfamiliar to him. She smiled again, close enough to feel the warmth between them.
”Hey, did you do that thing earlier every morning?” she asked with a curious smile.
”Earlier? Do you mean a hug with Sarah?” he replied, a slight hesitation in his voice.
”Yes,” she confirmed, breathing softly through her nose. His thighs shifted slightly beneath him as he sensed her attentiveness. The sensation was both subtle and persistent, like a quiet stirring beneath the surface—complex and layered.
It was said dragons disrupted the nearby environment because of their unique reproductive biology. Their offspring formed groups led by higher-ranking members—the stronger the clan, the more children they bore. Priscilla’s body carried the marks of survival in that harsh legacy.
”I do it every day,” he said simply.
”Hmm. So Lady Sarah is a bit careless, huh? I thought she was the one who kept you wrapped around her, but you yielded to me instead,” she said playfully.
”That’s not exactly right,” he replied with a soft laugh.
”No? But this feels very different…” Priscilla’s voice softened. “I have this instinctive feeling that if I were to lose you, I might not find the same connection with anyone else.”
”That’s a foolish thought,” he said lightly.
”When you’re with Lady Sarah, do you still pay much attention to her?” she asked, eyes bright with curiosity.
”Yes, I do,” he admitted.
”Hm… How about I take care of that for you?” Priscilla offered, pushing her chest forward slightly.
Leaning closer, she pressed her chin against him, the movement causing a slight, surprised reaction.
”Ms. Priscilla?” he asked, a bit startled.
She smiled brightly. “It’s a special sensation,” she explained, her hair falling behind her ears.
His hand moved to where her hair grew thickest, stroking gently.
”I’m beginning to feel Lord Kian more keenly,” she said quietly. “This unusual pressure—it’s quite compelling.”
Priscilla shifted slightly, her eyes closing with one lid lowered as she adjusted her position. Sitting flat, she parted her thighs and glanced down at the damp silver hair that concealed her.
”Wow, it’s more noticeable than I thought,” she remarked with surprise.
”That’s how it felt from the start,” he said.
”Really? Maybe so. Ever since you spoke with Lady Sarah, I’ve been a little restless. Is the scent okay?”
”It’s fine,” he assured her.
”Good. I have a rather strong natural scent. I haven’t washed yet, so maybe I smell like sweat or something else.”
”I find it quite engaging,” he admitted with a smile.
”You’re quite the character,” she teased. “Or maybe we’re just a good match.”
Priscilla smiled briefly and closed her eyes, then pushed her chest forward. The tips of her white hair curled slightly, falling over her upper chest.
Her n**ples, pale pink moments ago, now showed a deeper color and fullness. The areolae protruded subtly, shaped almost like a small spindle. Despite appearing youthful, the softness beneath and the mature curves of her hips and lower body revealed her true age.
He reached out, gently cupping her small breasts, his fingers wrapping around them softly. To tease the delicate skin, he slid his fingertips toward her n**ples, playing lightly before withdrawing.
”That tickles,” Priscilla said, laughing softly.
”Try to keep your voice down,” he suggested quietly.
”I heard it was better that way,” she replied, her tone teasing.
Sitting flat, she slowly opened her thighs, her earlier smile replaced by a focused expression, brows furrowing as she explored sensations.
From beneath the silver hair came the quiet sound of movement as the flesh shifted and tightened naturally.
Her body responded gradually, signaling desire.
Visually, Priscilla’s thighs, and the soft curves from her buttocks to her waist, were very enticing.
Unlike the lean and firm muscles of a warrior monk, her flesh was soft and full, with enough softness to wrinkle gently under touch. The flesh on her hips curved diagonally toward her waist. The tension she gave was firm but natural—less controlled and more instinctive. Despite this softness, something about her form deeply moved him.
”Mmm…” she murmured softly.
Priscilla scratched gently beneath her breasts with her fingertips and lifted her hips slightly. Her silver hair fluttered, and the subtle sound of moisture was audible. A slow, firm sensation emerged from inside her, delicate and compelling, traced by a faint liquid sheen.
As she touched from areola to n**ple, a deep crease appeared between her brows. Covering her mouth with her hand, she made soft, quiet sounds behind closed lips.
”It might feel very good,” she admitted with a blush.
Her hands paused on her chest as she lowered herself gently. Her flesh returned to rest, and the warmth enveloped him again.
As they were close, his body responded to her heat.
”Is the shape of my areola unusual?” she asked quietly.
”It’s quite alluring,” he answered.
”You praise everything,” she smiled.
”I might like it here,” he whispered softly.
Kian’s thighs moved slightly, shifting against his lower body. His pubic hair brushed softly against his lower abdomen, damp with Priscilla’s unmistakable scent—the residue of their closeness lingering on his skin.
He lifted himself and wrapped his arms around her. The White Witch pushed her damp hair back behind her ears and draped her arms over his shoulders. The rich, sweet fragrance of Priscilla filled the air beneath his arm, warm and intoxicating. Although it might have been unpleasant in another context, he felt a growing heat within himself.
Priscilla spoke softly, her voice teasing. “Ah, oh no, I might be less intelligent than a lizard now.”
At such close range, Kian could see how the intensity showed on her face—her cheeks flushed, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her lips slightly parted. Her gray eyes gleamed with excitement, taking on a golden hue.
”Today is a fine day for this,” she continued, her tone both playful and earnest. “I’ve been imagining for some time now how it would feel to be with you. In the dark room, I’ve spent many moments thinking about you holding me close, kissing me deeply, and filling me completely.”
Kian smiled at her words. “I get excited when you say things like that,” he admitted.
Priscilla chuckled softly. “That’s the look you get when you have the upper hand, the same look you had the last time we were together,” she said, her voice trailing off with a hint of amusement.
Kian teased, “So, does that mean I’m leaving now?”
”No,” she said firmly, biting her finger in a rare display of vulnerability. She closed her eyes tightly, overwhelmed by the moment. To Kian’s surprise, she was visibly affected, her body reacting powerfully.
The room was filled with an intense energy as she leaned closer, a warm sensation spreading between them. The intimacy of their connection was undeniable, leaving them both breathless.
Priscilla carefully placed a slender object between Kian’s knees. He noticed how easily his body responded as she moved, the closeness between them undiminished. Her silver hair framed her face as she looked at him, eyes wide and expressive. Even her composed demeanor gave way to the intensity of their shared moment.
”Are you all right, Lord Kian?” she asked, concern mixed with affection.
Kian nodded, catching his breath. “I’m fine.”
”Wait here,” she said softly. “Let me guide you again.”
Her gentle fingers grasped him firmly but tenderly, helping him find his place once more. The warmth of her body welcomed him back as they shared a final moment of connection.
Priscilla smiled, stroking her lower abdomen thoughtfully. “After everything, I suppose I’ll have to find someone better than Lord Kian,” she said teasingly. “What do you think? Do you believe I could find that?”
Notes:
• Count Cain – Talia’s father.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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