Volume 3 Chapter 204 Never Lose to a Pussy! ♥ ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Is this what feels good?”
Priscilla tilted her head with subtle curiosity, her gaze drifting up from her lowered posture. Her white hair, reaching just to her shoulders, danced gently in the morning breeze, momentarily veiling her delicate lips.
From above, Kian could only stammer incoherent sounds, caught in a wave of sensation that left him breathless.
She chuckled softly, amused.
Her snow-pale hands, immaculately manicured, moved rhythmically, skillfully tending to the object she gripped—a crafted tool of intimate use, colored a deep blue, enclosing Kian’s arousal. Her movements were both calculated and unhurried, each stroke deliberate.
Even without seeing her face, one could easily imagine the expression she wore: her gray eyes narrowing with delight, her cheeks faintly colored, her breath slightly quickened. She was clearly enjoying herself—particularly the sense of control, the playfulness of teasing him like this.
Wrapped in Kian’s robe, Priscilla sat crouched in front of him, knees drawn close. The robe, far too large for her, clung loosely to her form, slipping in ways that revealed rather than concealed. Her thighs, the curve of her hips, and the silver-hinted hair at her core peeked from the folds without shame. The soft boundary between inner thigh and hip was fully visible, as if she intended for every detail to be seen.
Rather than cover herself, she shifted her position subtly, knees parting slightly, presenting the sight more boldly.
”Pervert,” she whispered.
Kian flinched, a pained breath escaping as she applied a firmer grip.
Though slender, Priscilla possessed an unnatural strength. As a dragon in human form, her power was considerable—her touch effortlessly firm when she chose to be.
Her left elbow rested casually above her knees as she looked down at him. The other hand, previously hidden inside the robe’s sleeve, emerged, small compared to Kian’s own. The difference between them was stark and oddly stirring.
”You’ve been staring the entire time,” she said, her voice light but chiding. “Not even pretending to behave. Is this the same man they call a hero? The one who saved Izerland and Ramsey? And yet here you are, helpless, caught up in your own urges.”
Kian tried to answer, but the words dissolved into fragmented groans.
She tilted her head again, her tone mockingly affectionate. “What’s with that voice? So pitiful. If you don’t even try to resist, I might have to undo this ribbon around your wrists.”
”That ribbon… it’s yours, Ms. Priscilla…”
”And that’s why you won’t struggle?” Her smile grew. “How precious.”
She tightened her grip, the motion precise and unrelenting. Her grin remained, a confident smirk playing across her lips. She edged forward, now leaning into him, her chest brushing his shoulder, her breath hot and quick near his ear.
Her left arm, still draped loosely in the bathrobe’s sleeve, slid around the back of his neck, drawing him closer. Then, without warning, her warm tongue glided along his cheek in a slow, teasing stroke.
”You really make the most indecent faces,” she whispered. “Is it truly that intense for you? Shall I keep going, then?”
Kian couldn’t respond beyond a broken gasp.
She laughed, a low, musical sound.
”There we go. Don’t hold back. You’re doing so well for me.”
Her movements resumed, practiced and steady. As the tension built inside him, he began to tremble. Her legs shifted to entwine with his, her toes tracing lazy lines along his calf. Every touch, every breath, felt intentional—crafted to overwhelm.
Kian cried out again, unable to restrain himself. Her breath grazed his ear as if savoring his response.
”You’re so reactive. I like that.”
Then, slowly, their lips met.
There was no rush to it—just a steady, unfolding connection. Her tongue slipped gently into his mouth, warm and deliberate. Though he tried to pull away, her grasp only grew firmer, her hand pressing at the base of his spine, urging him to remain still.
”Don’t,” she murmured. “Take it.”
His answer came as a hushed exhale. She kissed him again, deeper this time.
From that moment forward, neither of them spoke. Her focus remained entirely on him—on drawing out every last thread of his composure.
When the moment reached its peak, Kian gasped sharply.
He lost control entirely.
His release was intense, overwhelming, and immediate—leaving him dazed in its wake.
Priscilla let out a pleased sigh, her voice tinged with delight.
”My, you certainly gave it your all. Did it feel that good?”
He nodded, breathing heavily. “Yes.”
”Hold on, I’ll take care of it,” she said, voice still sweet.
She shifted to sit across his legs and, after removing the now-warm object from him, took his arousal gently in both hands. Her motions were unhurried as she leaned down to clean him carefully, her tongue gliding along the length, slow and thorough.
Kian tensed once more.
”I thought I was the inexperienced one,” she teased. “And yet Lord Kian keeps reacting so sweetly. You really should show more composure.”
He smirked weakly. “My composure is… focused elsewhere.”
”Oh, I see. You mean here?” She gave him a knowing look before lowering her mouth once more.
Her lips encased him without hesitation, her motions deliberate, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeply. Her beauty remained serene, even as her expression reflected the effort.
The sensation was nearly too much. It was as though every nerve was being drawn inward, captured completely.
When she finally pulled away, she whispered, “Don’t move. Not yet.”
Her tongue moved again, this time circling beneath the ridge, gently exploring every part, including the most sensitive places hidden from view.
After one final, lingering pass, she released him and sat back up.
”All done,” she said lightly. “Now, it’s your turn.”
”M-My turn?” he echoed, confused.
She nodded, rising gracefully to her feet.
”I’m the one in charge now.”
She stepped away, sleeves flowing like ghostly ribbons as she walked toward the balcony railing. There, she let the robe slide from her shoulders. It slipped down her back in a gentle wave, revealing her bare figure beneath.
Her form was slim but full in all the right places. As she looked over her shoulder, her expression was half-mischief, half-invitation.
”Lord Kian?” she called softly.
He saw her place both hands on her hips, gently pulling them apart to reveal herself fully.
Every detail of her was visible in the morning light—subtle curves, soft skin, and the gentle openness of her body. Her fingers pressed into the border between thigh and hip, the flesh dimpling slightly beneath them. As she parted herself, she revealed the place where they had joined before—still wet, still inviting, though now clean.
”Come here,” she said again.
The scent of her reached him, primal and irresistible.
Kian stood, no longer thinking. The ribbon fell from his hands, forgotten. His entire focus narrowed to one instinct: to reach her.
Despite having already been through so much, he was still ready—still aching with need.
Priscilla gave a playful wiggle of her hips, exhaling as she felt him draw near. When his dark hand came to rest on her, she held her breath. He let the tip of himself brush against her, the contact leaving a faint trail across her pale skin, like morning light casting shadows.
”My, those eyes of yours… they look almost dangerous,” she said, glancing back at him. Her voice was teasing, but her excitement was clear.
She traced her fingers along his hand where it rested on the balcony’s railing.
Without speaking, Kian caught both her hands, pulling her close like a snare.
He slid his hands across her stomach, up her sides, and then cupped her from behind, pressing into the soft rise of her chest.
Priscilla laughed quietly. “It feels like you’re surrounding me. My heart can’t take much more.”
His breathing deepened, heavy and feral.
”Such a beast,” she whispered. “Rubbing yourself against me like that… It’s shameless.”
He leaned in, voice low. “May I?”
”Even if I said no,” she murmured, “you’d still take me, wouldn’t you?”
She looked forward, bracing herself against the balcony. “All right. Come inside.”
Kian didn’t wait.
He guided himself to her and slowly pressed forward, sinking into the warmth that welcomed him completely.
Priscilla’s breath caught, her voice rising softly with each movement, the quiet morning filled with the sound of their bodies moving together.
Even though it was their second time, Priscilla’s body welcomed him easily, as if molded to his shape. Her soft, yielding warmth drew him in completely.
The heat inside her wrapped around him snugly. Folds shifted and clenched with startling precision, as if her body moved of its own will, coaxing out every reaction from him. The inhuman sensation pulsed around him with such intensity that it threatened to make him lose control.
A quiet, breathy sound slipped from her lips.
Tap.
He felt the tip of himself bump gently against her deepest point. A strained sigh escaped her, caught somewhere between discomfort and longing. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss against the nape of her neck, inhaling the sweet, heady scent that lingered in her sweat and hair—an addictive, feminine aroma tinged faintly with magic.
”Eek! That tickles,” she giggled, swatting his forehead with a pale hand. The gesture was playful, not serious. Then, with a soft murmur, she guided his hand lower.
”Look. You’re all the way inside me. Do you feel it? Right here…” she whispered.
She placed his hand on her lower belly, just above the patch of fine, silvery hair. Her own fingers brushed the same spot, and a shiver ran through her.
”You’re really huge, you know. But it’s not just that—it’s the way you hit every sensitive spot… Mmh.”
Her silver hair clung to her back as she arched it gracefully. Bracing her feet against the floor, she pushed her hips against his, meeting each of his movements from below. As he twisted his waist, reaching deeper inside her, a long, breathless sigh escaped her lips.
Any teasing vanished. The only sounds left were the rhythmic motions of their bodies coming together, flesh meeting flesh with growing urgency. Though overwhelmed by the rising pleasure, Priscilla lifted her hands and pressed them to her mouth, stifling her voice.
Her fingers, which had just been circling her abdomen, now slipped lower and began to move with subtle precision.
She gently stroked herself, her fingers parting her folds. She found the sensitive bud nestled beneath and began to move her fingertips in delicate, upward motions. Her breath caught, and her legs quivered slightly. She couldn’t pull away—Kian’s firm grip kept her hips locked in place.
She began tracing along the inner lips, her middle finger lingering where her nerves were most awake. The small, erect nub hidden beneath soft skin now peeked out from beneath silver strands, its sensitivity laid bare. As her movement revealed more of her arousal, the sensation of Kian’s presence within her intensified.
”It’s… amazing,” she murmured, turning her head to glance back at him with a flushed smile. “The way you rub there—it’s too good. Can you do more?”
”You mean here?” he asked, moving his hand to match her strokes. “Doesn’t it feel too sharp?”
”It’s fine. Just like that—ah…”
Her soft, breathless tone stirred something instinctive in him. Her vulnerability only heightened his own urgency.
’Linca’s wasn’t this responsive… but she’s just like Esther,’ he muttered, brushing her gently in slow circles.
”Hehe… it’s better than when I try on my own. Mm… ah… Lord Kian, you’re so good at this…” she said between gasps.
”So you usually focus here when you’re alone?”
”Nnh… I-I’ll tell you…”
”Please do.”
”…No way! It’s way too embarrassing!”
”You’ve already told me just about everything else.”
She giggled and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. Her hips trembled, and her body tightened around him once again, as though her very core was urging him onward.
”Feels like I might lose it,” Kian said.
”Really? You’ve already… well, considering how many times you’ve finished, it wouldn’t surprise me,” she replied, breathless. “Though the scent… it’s a bit much. Are you okay?”
”I’m fine. Actually, it’s… exciting.”
”Seriously? Ah, no… wait! That voice was really loud, wasn’t it?” she said, flustered. “Ugh, I should’ve cleaned myself first. It’s way too distracting.”
”I’ll pretend I didn’t notice.”
”Don’t say that…!”
She trembled again as he shifted his position, sliding deeper.
”Not there! It’s embarrassing—ahh…”
”But you’re tighter than before.”
”You’re horrible… stop…!”
But her words faded, overtaken by instinct. Their bodies moved in sync, rubbing together like beasts caught in heat. Kian’s mouth traced her spine, then down to her side. Her breathing grew sharper.
He licked her gently—tasting even where her scent was strongest—and the reaction it caused nearly sent him over the edge. A pulse surged through him in response.
”S-sorry, it’s happening!”
”Mm…”
Priscilla gave a small nod and held her breath. He grasped her shoulders and pushed her forward, bracing himself. A sudden rush overtook him.
The moment spilled over, his release filling her deeply. Her body convulsed in time with his, trembling from the inside out. She gasped, holding herself up with shaking arms, her back arching as the warm sensation spread within.
Kian wrapped both arms around her from behind, pulling her close, pressing his body against her as tightly as he could. Her shoulders twitched, and she clenched her teeth, riding out the last waves of sensation.
From where they were joined, a warm mixture slowly began to leak out—his presence blending with hers. The soft sound of droplets touching the floor followed.
”A-ah…”
Even after it ended, her body continued to tremble, overwhelmed. When he gently touched her again, her thighs flinched. Her breath hitched, and fluid trickled freely down her legs.
The faint, musky scent of their shared heat lingered in the air.
”I-I don’t want anymore…” she murmured, her voice trembling.
Kian kissed along her shoulder again. She responded with a warm, almost melted sigh, then turned and pulled him into another deep kiss. Their lips met with a quiet, wet sound, and their tongues slowly entwined.
Still wrapped in one another, they sank down together, not yet separating. The connection remained as they held the kiss, long and lingering.
When Priscilla finally pulled away to catch her breath, she eased back slightly. A thin, silken thread stretched between her and him, clinging from her hips to his waist.
”Haa… Haahh… Hehe… So this is what it’s like… with Lord Kian,” she said, her expression dazed and dreamy, peppering his cheek with slow, affectionate kisses.
”If you’re like this every time, the girls around you won’t stand a chance.”
”Did it really feel that good?” he asked.
”Y-Yeah… It was amazing… really amazing.”
As she lifted her hips, he slipped free from her. She collapsed forward onto her hands, her strength spent. Between her thighs, a soft pink glistened, fluid slowly dripping from the still-quivering entrance.
Kian extended a finger and gently traced it. Her body flinched slightly in response. The sensitive spot had softened now, as if the tension from earlier had never existed. She let herself fall back with a soft thump.
”I need to wash off…”
”Yeah…”
”But first… I’ll clean it for you.”
”You sure?”
”I want to,” she said.
Moving like a pale serpent, she lowered herself toward him, eyes lingering on his face. Then, with practiced ease, she took him into her mouth.
A slow, rhythmic pressure followed. She moved with intent, making sure to clean everything—every last trace of heat or tension. It was as if she was trying to drink down the last remnants of the moment they had shared.
Kian exhaled softly.
”Mmm… Hehe. Tastes good,” she teased, licking the corner of her lips. She ran her tongue over her hands as well, cleaning everything thoroughly.
”We can’t be late for breakfast,” she added as she sat up. “No one can find out about this.”
”But I’m still… like this.”
”No excuses. I don’t like naughty boys who can’t control themselves.”
”…”
”I’ll help you wash up,” she said in a cheerful, teasing tone, picking up a wooden bucket. “And then you’ll wash me too. Maybe—just maybe—you can sneak in a little touch during breakfast.”
* * *
(It kind of feels like Priscilla is disciplining me…)
Seated in front of a full-length mirror, Kian found himself thinking this as Priscilla styled his hair, a toothbrush clamped between her teeth.
”Fufu-fufuhn—”
Clad in only a blouse and black string panties, Priscilla used magic to gently dry Kian’s damp hair. Her own was tied back with a ribbon to keep it out of the way, the loose tail carelessly draped over her chest. Christy had worn her hair like this too, he recalled.
In the mirror, the reflection of a sharply styled man began to take shape. His hair was parted neatly to the side—Priscilla’s work. Normally, Kian wore a center part to suit Linca’s preferences, letting it flow naturally backward, but this new look carried a different appeal. It had the air of a classic Western noble, of the warrior class in particular.
With this styling, Kian looked so far removed from his “garbage scavenger” days that even Robert, Esther, or Aliona might not recognize him. While it wouldn’t matter much if promiscuous Esther—rumored to bed a new man every night—didn’t notice, it would sting a little if serious Robert or Aliona looked at him and said, “Who are you?” He made a mental note to switch back to the Linca-approved style before returning.
”All right, let’s put on some glasses!”
Grinning, Priscilla produced a pair of golden-rimmed spectacles with a sharp, intelligent impression and perched them on Kian’s nose.
”I wonder who this handsome guy is?”
”Lord Kian,” she replied through the toothbrush.
Unceremoniously, she untied her ribbon, bumped Kian off the chair with her hip, and took his place in front of the mirror.
”Mmm!”
She met his eyes in the mirror—a curious look. Was she asking him to style her hair too? Unsure, Kian opted to play it safe and gathered her locks into a tidy Gibson tuck.
Just as he finished, a familiar—crafted from a dragon’s bone—shuffled in from the balcony, where it had been sweeping with a deck brush. It held out a small box of cosmetics. Taking the hint, Kian sighed and set to applying her makeup as well.
Priscilla had a naturally pale complexion, so her features would benefit from a bit of definition. He used Aisha powder to contour her eyes and nose and paused to consider the color—black, indigo, or red? In the end, he chose red for its safe elegance. A touch of glitter at the corners of her eyes and a standard bright red lipstick completed the look.
”Wow, is this Lord Kian’s preference?” she asked as she accepted a pale blue hat adorned with small flowers from the familiar. Her skirt matched the hat’s color. The usual dark witch aesthetic was gone—replaced by the image of a refined young lady from a noble family. It was a look layered in caution and consideration.
”No, not really my preference.”
”Huh!? Then why’d you pick this style?”
”I thought it was the least likely to detract from your natural beauty, among the styles I know.”
”Oh? Is that so?”
”Did you not like it?”
”No, it’s fine! Personally, I like a darker look, but if Lord Kian prefers this kind of style, then I’ll go with it!”
”It reminds me of how you looked at the casino. You were very beautiful then.”
Given that they had just slept together—even with Priscilla—Kian couldn’t help but let the compliment slip.
Priscilla glanced downward, slightly embarrassed, then spoke in a stronger tone.
”Y-you should pick out a jacket too, Lord Kian!”
Was this her way of hiding her embarrassment? If so, then even this dangerous woman had a cute side.
”So, how are we going to explain this to Sarah and the others?”
”For now, it wouldn’t be smart to go downstairs looking too friendly.”
”Right. Should we circle around from the balcony and meet at the front gate?”
”Exactly. You’ll go down the stairs as usual and head to the entrance. I’ll meet you there and loudly say, ‘I have a favor to ask of Lord Kian!’ so all the nearby servants hear.”
”If we bring Sarah, Linca, and Serena with us, that should make it easier to explain we’re pretending to be a couple.”
”That’s right. Even if your explanation is vague and Lady Sarah gets fired up, Serena’s presence should help. She’ll be able to tell from our heart rates and breathing that we aren’t actually in love. It’ll be obvious we’re faking it.”
”As expected of Ms. Priscilla. —Wait a second.”
”What is it?”
Priscilla tilted her head, watching as Kian’s expression turned serious.
”I was just thinking… doesn’t the situation we’re in—the two of us pretending to be lovers even though we’ve slept together and each care about someone else—fall squarely under the category of ‘an affair’?”
”Eh…? I mean… yeah, I guess? That does sound like an affair.”
”We’re faking a relationship, but we’ve already had s*x. Isn’t that basically the same as a man and woman in an actual affair?”
”Don’t say things like that! If you plant weird ideas, Serena’s lie detector might not work right! And I don’t have someone I truly care about! Thanks to you, I’m doomed to be single forever!”
Flustered, she suddenly glanced over with a bashful expression.
”W-would we really start dating? Only if you were okay with it, though.”
”──────”
”J-just kidding.”
”Ms. Priscilla, please stop teasing me like that. Linca will be waking up soon—get going.”
”Ah… yeah.”
Kian slipped into a gray vest over his shirt and knotted a wine-red tie around his collar.
”Well then, see you later. You can jump down on your own, right?”
”Yeah. See you later—eek!”
Without warning, Kian pulled Priscilla close and stole a kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at her coolly from behind his glasses.
”I know this is a dangerous game… but I can’t help it. The time I’ve spent with you has been the best.”
”L-Lord Kian♡”
”Excuse me.”
Kian steadied his racing heart, wiped the lipstick from his mouth with his thumb, and stepped out of the room.
Once the door closed behind him, he leaned against it and exhaled heavily.
(I’d always known the Witch was dangerous. But I couldn’t fight my instincts.)
If this was part of Priscilla’s scheme, then he’d already fallen right into her trap.
It was the classic pattern—honey trap followed by total ruin.
As he started down the corridor, Kian let out a weary sigh.
”Politics really isn’t for me.”
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Serena – Wolfmen Girl
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