Volume 3 Chapter 221 The Reason For Wielding The Sword ② ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Linca clung to Kian, her voice raw, as if each word were torn from her throat. “Please stay here for my sake!” she pleaded, her palms pressing into his cheeks with desperate urgency.
”Sir Kian, if you rebel against Erynys and get killed, then I’ll be next. You and I are bound together in life and death! Please don’t kill me with your reckless decisions!” Her voice cracked, a fragile thread on the brink of snapping.
Kian’s expression hardened, his jaw clenching in silent conflict.
Linca’s fingers tightened, her voice dropping to a hushed intensity. “What will you do if Erynys comes back while we’re searching for a way to return to our original world? In that case, you would challenge her, right? If that happens, I’m done for.”
”No,” Kian said, his voice a low rumble, “I can’t sacrifice your life. I’ll challenge Erynys only after ensuring your safety. If she suddenly returns, I’ll pretend we’re happily playing house.”
Linca’s eyes searched his, her voice trembling. “Really? I don’t want to die yet, you know? I’ve just been freed from the tough role of a warrior monk. I want to eat delicious food, laze around all day, move my body a bit, and live leisurely. I don’t care what happens to the world. I don’t care how many people die. Sure, if I can help, I will, but if there’s no way to save them, then I have no choice but to abandon them. So…” She paused, her voice faltering, as if the weight of her words crushed her. “So…”
Her hand slipped from his cheek, her fingers curling into the fabric of his collar. “Sir Kian, please follow Erynys.”
Kian’s gaze held hers, heavy with unspoken conflict.
”Besides,” Linca continued, her voice steadying with a rational edge, “wouldn’t it be more rational to be incorporated as her ally and stop Erynys’s rampage from within? At the very least, in the restored world, it won’t just be Erynys with her monstrous thoughts; our will will remain too.”
Her grip tightened, her voice a whisper against his chest. “Please. Stop being foolish. Become my husband, this Linca’s husband. I will serve you. I’ll bear many children. I’ll do whatever you say. So…”
”Linca,” Kian murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
”Please stay with me.” Her tears fell, unapologetic and raw, whether from fear of death or disappointment in her own survival instinct, it was impossible to tell.
Kian’s heart constricted, bound by invisible chains. For her sake, he had to become an ally of Erynys.
After a heavy silence, he spoke, his voice steady but laden with resignation. “I understand. I’m sorry.”
Linca lifted her face, her cheek brushing his chin. “So you’ll follow Erynys with me?”
”I obey,” Kian said, his tone measured, as if weighing each word. “The people of the outside world are… regrettable. But I am a revenger. I’ve strived to show Umar, Jibril, and Sarah just how wrong they were. That’s all I am—a man who’s worked hard for revenge. So,” he paused, a flicker of unease crossing his features, “I am not a revenger—I am a killer. So, I really couldn’t care less if a few people die.”
He repeated the words, as if to convince himself. “This is the truth. This is right.”
Linca’s arms tightened around him, her voice soft but insistent. “I’ll live by your side. I’ll definitely… not abandon you.”
”Really? You won’t really abandon me?” she asked, her tone small, vulnerable.
”I won’t. I’ll always be with you.”
”…… Thank you, Sir Kian,” she whispered, her voice listless, as if the weight of her relief was too much to bear.
Kian sighed, his gaze softening as he looked down at her. “Are you okay with getting pregnant with my child to save your own life? From now on, you’ll have to keep proving yourself useful to Erynys. Is that better than dying?”
A brief silence hung between them, thick with unspoken tension. Then, suddenly, Linca embraced him fully, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs around his waist, as if fearing he might slip away.
”How many times do you think we’ve made love, Sir Kian?” she asked, her breath warm against his ear. “If it was unpleasant, we wouldn’t have done it so many times.”
”But you just called me disgusting…” Kian began, his voice muffled as her lips pressed against his, silencing him.
Her kiss was fierce, desperate, her tongue sliding against his with a hunger that left no room for words. The taste of her—salt and warmth—was intoxicating, a primal claim that bypassed thought and went straight to his core.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire, a smile playing on her lips. “I was quite late to bloom s*xually. But after I woke up, my impulses became incredibly strong. It’s like an on/off switch—once it’s activated, I’m helpless until it’s spent.”
Her fingers moved to the buttons of her dress, unfastening them slowly, deliberately, each movement a silent invitation. The fabric parted, revealing the curve of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the air between them heavy with the scent of her skin—sweet and musky, like blossoms after rain.
She stepped back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, the silver ornament in her hand glinting in the dim light. “It doesn’t come on gently,” she murmured, setting it aside. “It’s all or nothing.”
Her body moved with a fluid grace, her hips swaying as she stepped closer, her legs parting slightly, her skin glowing in the soft light. She was a force of nature, untamed and unapologetic, her desire a tangible thing that seemed to pulse between them.
”Ever since the Black Onyx spirit protected me… ever since I saw Sir Kian wielding the Heavenbreaker, I’ve been…” She paused, her voice catching, “overwhelmed.”
Kian’s breath hitched, his gaze locked on her, his body responding despite his reservations. “Are you an animal?” he asked, his voice rough, though not unkind.
She smiled, a faint, knowing curve of her lips. “Perhaps.”
Her lips found his again, her hands pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together, heat and need and desperation tangling in a kiss that was both tender and voracious.
When she pulled back, her expression was a mix of laughter and tears, her voice a whisper. “There’s only you and me left in this world. Let’s fall together to the very end?”
The air between them crackled, charged with unspoken promises and the weight of their shared fate. Kian’s hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing away her tears, his voice a vow. “Together.”
* * *
Their bodies pressed together, a stark contrast of warm brown and ivory, entwined in a passionate embrace. Kian’s hand slid down Linca’s sweat-dampened back, his touch sending shivers through her. She let out a soft, breathy sigh, her lips parting as their kiss deepened. Tongues danced in a feverish rhythm, tasting the salt of their desire. Her moan, a hoarse, guttural sound, vibrated against his mouth—”Ahh… ngg…”—as his fingers traced the curve of her waist, igniting a fire that had nothing to do with touch.
Linca’s body was a paradox: slender yet lush, her frame honed by years of disciplined training, yet softened by curves that defied her warrior’s rigor. Her breasts, full and heavy, pressed against his chest, their peaks flushed and rigid. Kian’s mind flickered to others—Sarah, Aliona—their beauty undeniable, yet Linca’s allure was different. It wasn’t in her features, though they were lovely, nor in her Eastern aesthetics, which he’d never particularly favored. It was in the way her curves clung to her hips, the musky sweetness of her skin, the heady scent of her—a primal cocktail that stirred something raw within him.
”Good choice,” the voice in his head whispered, the observer approving. Linca was the perfect partner to unravel him, her body a map of contrasts designed to captivate.
The world narrowed to the two of them, the air thick with intensity. Names and thoughts faded into the background as pleasure pulled him under. Deeper. Irresistible.
”Hah… hah… hah…” Linca broke the kiss, gasping for air, her chest heaving. Her hand, the one tangled in his hair, slid down, her fingers ghosting over his chest before finding the rigid proof of his desire. “Fufu… so tense,” she murmured, her voice a low purr.
”Unnh…”
Her touch was deliberate, her fingers tracing the length of him, a slow, torturous path that made him arch into her palm. “Tsuuu…” The sound was almost imperceptible, a friction of skin on skin, but it echoed in the charged silence.
”I’m ready,” she whispered, her hips lowering. “Nn…”
He felt her warmth envelop him, a wet heat that clung and pulsed. Her weight settled onto him, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully embraced, her body a blend of silk and strength. Her muscles contracted, a rhythmic squeeze that drew a groan from his throat.
”Haa… haah… haaah…” Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as she moved against him, her hips grinding in a rhythm that was both urgent and deliberate. Kian’s hand found her shoulder, the scent of her skin overwhelming, intoxicating. He pressed his mouth there, inhaling deeply as her cry turned passionate—”Nngaaaahhhh!”—her hips snapping forward, a warm sensation hitting his stomach.
Unaware, or uncaring, she continued to move, her body a storm of need. “Hauuv… ugh… ugh…”
His lips trailed to her neck, capturing the curve of her shoulder. Her hips stilled, her legs spreading wide as she pressed her body against him, her hands tangling in his hair. “Ha… ahh… ah… ahhh…” Her voice was a melody of pleasure, her body arching into his, seeking connection, release.
”I… ii… I…” Her hips began to tremble, her muscles clenching around him like a embrace. Her cheek rubbed against his ear, her body convulsing as she surrendered—”Iiii… ahhh… aaaaaahhhh… ♡ Ahhhhhh… ♡♡♡”—a wave of warmth flooding around him.
”It’s coming!”
The sounds were a symphony of release—a wet, frantic rhythm that mirrored her cries. “Aaaah ♡ Aaah ♡”
Her mouth softened, her body relaxing for only a moment before she pulled him back, her lips crashing against his. Her hands traced the muscles of his back, her hips rising to meet his as he held her waist, his fingers pressing into her flesh.
”Linca!”
”Ah, unn!?”
He shifted, rolling her beneath him, his movement slightly awkward. She ended up face down, her hips rising to meet him, a silent invitation. His pulse, still racing, quickened at the sight of her readiness.
”Haah, haah, haah… Kian… ♡ Come ♡ I want more, so much more ♡”
”You’re incredibly responsive.”
He teased her with the tip of him, inhaling the scent of her hair, her skin, her desire. “Hiuu♡”
”What do you want me to do? Tell me.”
”Li, Linca’s…”
”I can’t hear you.”
”──────♡♡”
Her voice dropped to a whisper, her body quivering in anticipation. “Linca’s eager, waiting… please, my partner♡ Da, please♡”
”Even now, you still crave connection? You’re truly open. Remarkable.”
”Iyaa!”
”If you want it, I’ll give it to you. Here, take it!”
”Oooh──────♡ Ooooooooh♡”
He moved into her, the sensation like sinking into warmth, tiny sensations popping inside her, sending tingles through his body. “Ooh♡♡ Ooh�� Ah────Ah♡”
Her hips pressed against him, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was both primal and precise. He held her still, his body grinding deep, his hand finding her sensitive spot, caressing it gently.
”Nkyah, haa, aaaaan! Haa, aaaaan!”
His other hand explored, his touch deliberate, his mouth pressing to her neck, tasting salt and sweat. “Haa, haa, …aaaaan! Aaaaan!”
Her body went limp, then tense, her hips moving against him. “Aaaah! Aaaaaah!”
Her cries were passionate, her body a canvas of pleasure. He held her still, his chest rubbing against her back. “Nnooooh… uuuuhhhh, uuuuuuuhhhhhh!”
The air was thick with the scent of their connection, their bodies gleaming with effort. He nuzzled her neck, leaving a mark, as her body trembled, her breathing hitching.
”I’m so close!”
The sounds were wet, urgent—plop!—a final, desperate rhythm as they found their release together.
”Aaa… aaah…”
A wave of warmth, and then silence, their hearts beating as one.
Linca’s face softened with pleasure.
Kian rubbed his cheek against hers, and for a moment, they shared each other’s breath, prolonging the afterglow of their lovemaking.
”Un…” she murmured.
After catching their breath, they turned to face each other in silence and pressed their lips together gently.
* * *
”For now, if I get you pregnant, Erynys won’t dispose of you immediately,” Kian said.
They lay on their backs, tangled in bed. Linca remained quiet in his arms, playing with the fingers of his left hand—wrapped around her shoulder—with her right.
”During the restoration, she wants a third-party advisor. That’s why she wants you to bear my child. In case something happens to me, the child can become the next monitor, and you’d raise them until they’re independent. As the child’s mother, you’d be hard to replace.”
”…”
”That’s why I want you to tell me the days you’re most fertile. I’ll fill you with sperm on those days.”
”…”
”Linca?” he prompted.
”Then… where will Sir Kian go, if I become pregnant?” she asked quietly.
The angle obscured her face; only the crown of her head and the generous swell of her cleavage were visible.
”I’m not going anywhere. If I left, the next guardian might drain you dry before they’re grown. I promised I’d stay with you, didn’t I?” he said.
”Then… can we stop talking about this bothersome business of getting pregnant right away?”
”But it’s necessary to keep you safe,” he replied.
”That’s not what I meant—” she started.
Linca shifted toward him and rested her head against his chest.
”Why don’t we just live normally and forget everything?” she murmured. “Let nature decide whether we have a child. I don’t want family planning to be a duty. I want to live happily with you.”
”Happiness, huh…”
”Can’t you forgive me yet, Sir Kian? For what I did at the Vahid household… when I ignored you while you were suffering s*xual assault and humiliation?”
”That’s a memory I’d rather leave buried. More importantly, I want to love you as you are now,” he said, his voice low but steady.
The words slipped out without effort. Though s*x usually reduced a person to an animal, today, Kian’s body—flushed with adrenaline from battle after battle—remained unusually calm. Still, even in that clarity, he knew his thoughts weren’t entirely sharp.
Linca initiated a kiss, which Kian returned with soft pecks. His hands wandered from her smooth shoulders to her slender waist and firm buttocks, stroking her wide hips. He pressed his middle finger gently to her softened clitoris.
”An… don’t touch there,” Linca whispered.
”Why not?” he asked.
He stroked her lower abdomen, still slick with their mingled fluids, then circled her clitoris, slow and deliberate. Linca let out a quiet sigh, her thighs relaxing. Her hands found his erection, wrapping around it with delicate friction. This wasn’t foreplay for the sake of conception—but an exchange of affection, a tender reaffirmation.
s*x with Sarah was thrilling, but this quiet intimacy with Linca soothed something deeper in him.
”Hey… This may sound strange,” Kian said. “But… am I loving you properly?”
”s*x with Sir Kian is wonderful,” Linca replied shyly. “I’ve never been with anyone else, so I can’t compare… but it’s better than with Ms. Sarah.”
”I didn’t mean the s*x. I meant the affection part.”
”Hm,” she hummed.
He hesitated, then decided to speak. He had already chosen to fall—completely—for Linca. There was no point hiding it now.
”Katyusha once said something to me in the arena… that I don’t know love. And that someday I’ll let hatred bloom in my heart, turning my birthplace into a sea of fire. That’s what it means.”
When he’d heard those words, Kian remembered feeling real, dangerous anger. He hadn’t meant to kill Katyusha… but if no one had stopped him, he might have.
”Since then, that idea—about love—has been stuck in my chest. I asked Umar. He said love doesn’t exist except the kind people pay for. That people just do what they want under the label of ‘love.’”
”That’s… a sad interpretation,” Linca said softly.
”Erynys agreed with it too.”
”I’m surprised a demon would think that way,” she murmured.
Linca closed her sharp eyes and grew quiet. After several seconds, she opened them and spoke.
”I don’t think there’s such a thing as unconditional love.”
”So, you agree with Umar?” Kian asked.
”Yes. My father and mother loved me—but only because I was talented and useful as their heir. That’s why my little brother, Ryu, was abused.”
She gave a sad smile.
”Love always has a reason. If there’s no reason, the person probably hasn’t thought it through—or they’re just offering pity because they’re unaffected.”
”──────”
To Kian, Linca seemed like his opposite, yet he sensed a strange alignment between them.
She was what people called a good person. But more than that, he felt comfortable with her, perhaps because they shared a similar kind of emptiness. Linca had been raised surrounded by affection, yet, like him, had never known unconditional love.
”But after meeting you, Sir Kian,” she said, “I realized that maybe that’s not entirely true.”
”Huh?” he blinked.
”‘Huh?’” she repeated with a teasing laugh. “You really are a strange person.”
She smiled, then continued.
”Because, Sir Kian, you’ve been giving me unconditional love all this time.”
”──────No… that’s not it,” he said quietly.
”It is. You could have made me a Wraith and forced me to obey you. Instead, you cared whether I felt lonely. You even let me join your party.”
”I just wanted to look good in front of you,” he said. “I thought if I could have pleasant s*x with you, that would be enough.”
”If that was your goal, you sure took a roundabout way. That’s not like you—you’re usually so efficient.”
Linca gently cupped his balls and dropped a kiss on his chest, then rubbed her cheek against him.
”And the way you did cunnilingus for two hours, just to make me feel good… you’re truly the god of love, desuwa,” she whispered. “If it were just about feeling good, you’d grab Sarah-san’s hair and go wild like an animal. I know rough s*x can be mentally thrilling.”
”I was watching you all have s*x, you know,” Linca said with a mischievous smile.
Kian muttered with a dazed expression, “I was giving you… unconditional love? Did I even understand what love meant?”
”At the very least, I could feel your warmth,” she said softly. “So now, I’m returning that love.”
As she spoke, Linca stroked along his lower back with her fingertip. Kian arched his throat, but she gently chided him.
”No more ejaculation. It’s bad for your body.”
”Having s*x with you feels so good,” he admitted.
Her left hand layered atop his, which still traced her genitals. Their palms pressed together, fingers interlaced. She leaned in—face bare, simple, beautiful—and gave him two gentle kisses on the cheek.
”I see…”
”Yes. That’s why I want to be with you,” she said. “Even if they say I should serve Sir Kian to survive… I was planning to serve you from the start.”
”Thank you, Linca.”
”No. I know your wounded heart may never fully heal in this lifetime… but I want to fill those wounds as much as I can. Let’s live together—supporting each other.”
”…That’s true. ──Ah.”
”What’s wrong?” she asked.
”Come to think of it… I forgot about the Knight Wraith I stored in ‘Silver Ice.’”
”Oh my. Is there something important in it?”
Kian sat up. “Not sure it’s important—but my glasses are in there. I used them for remote communication with Erynys.”
”Do you know where it is?”
Kian closed his eyes and focused. The presence of the Knight Wraith was easy to locate—just about a hundred meters north of the abandoned motel where they were staying.
Even after being ejected from Silver Ice, the Wraith had trailed its master all the way to Moonshore. It had served as nothing more than a pack mule… but Kian now felt a strange sense of kinship with it.
”…Ah. I might not have the strength,” he admitted.
”It’s right there, and I’ve got plenty of magic power from you,” Linca said. “I can handle Remi Cain with no problem. I’ll go get it quickly.”
Kian nodded, kissed her on the forehead, and jumped out of bed to grab his white hooded robe.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Katyusha – A female warrior monk of the black panther race and a follower of Abbas Hashmalik Shakerdoust.
• Ryu – Linca’s little brother.
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