Volume 4 Chapter 61 Night Sports Festival ① ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Kian pushed open the iron gate and descended the creaky Stairs, his boots clacking softly against the worn stone. As he reached the bottom, his eyes caught a striking silhouette framed against the horizon where the waves lapped at the shore. A figure stood there, gazing out at the sea, her dark green robe fluttering lightly in the salty breeze. The hood was down, revealing a cascade of luxurious golden hair that danced wildly in the wind—Aliona, unmistakable in her elegance.
Kian’s heart skipped a beat. It had been a while since he’d last seen the woman who occupied so many of his thoughts. He opened his mouth, ready to call out to her with a cheerful greeting, but before he could utter a word, a gaggle of young girl Knights swarmed around him at the foot of the Stairs, their armor glinting faintly under the twilight sky.
”Master Kian!” chirped Eugenia, her voice bright and eager.
”Hey, Eugenia! Hi, everyone,” Kian replied, flashing a warm smile as he tried to keep his composure under the sudden onslaught of attention.
”Is the Princess okay?” Eugenia asked, her brows knitting with concern. Beside her, a short-haired girl Knight edged closer, her eyes sharp and inquisitive. Another, sporting twin tails, grabbed the hem of Kian’s shirt with a quick tug, her grip surprisingly firm.
”I heard from Lady Circe,” the short-haired Knight pressed, her voice low but urgent. “You’re looking after Princess Guria Selda and General Asterios, right, Lord Kian?”
Kian nodded, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s right. I made a deal with General Asterios to let him crash at my place for a bit. And, uh, Princess Guria Selda’s staying with us too, so I’ll be taking care of her for the time being.”
The twin-tailed Knight’s eyes widened. “But the Princess… she’s been refusing even maids! And with the General being so… intense, isn’t it dangerous?”
”Lord Kian, is she being treated okay?” another Knight piped up, her voice trembling with worry.
Kian chuckled lightly, trying to ease their fears. “It’s kinda personal, so I can’t spill all the details, but so far, no screams echoing from the bedroom or anything like that.” He paused, then added with a playful shrug, “At least, not yet.”
Eugenia grabbed his right arm tightly, her eyes pleading. “Master Kian, please protect the Princess!”
The sweet, floral scent of the girls—especially Eugenia and the twin-tailed Knight—hit him like a wave, so potent it made his vampirized body sway for a moment. The circle of Knights tightened around him, their youthful energy pressing in closer. Kian found himself backed against a merchant guild post, the wooden beam cool against his spine. The population density was skyrocketing—innocent teenage eyes sparkling up at him, their sweet, girlish fragrance dizzying. His nose twitched, and he felt his composure slip just a fraction, a goofy grin threatening to break free.
”Okay, okay, listen up,” Kian said, trying to steady himself. “The General’s emotions seem stable for now, and there’s no sign of him being rough with Princess Guria Selda. That said, tonight… well, they might, uh, share a bed. And if their… sizes don’t quite match, things could get a little messy.”
”Sizes?” the short-haired Knight blinked.
”Sizes are sizes, desuwa!” the twin-tailed Knight chimed in, her voice teasing. “You know, that kind of size.”
”Oh!” another gasped, her cheeks flushing. “Right, right… I heard the Queen got worn out pretty fast, didn’t she?”
Kian held up his hands. “Protecting the General’s wife wasn’t part of the deal, but it’s important. The merchant guild’s got the Princess’s safety covered. I’ll be stationed right outside their bedroom, ready with Healing Magic if needed. Got disinfectant and bandages stocked in the basement, too.”
Eugenia’s eyes softened, though worry lingered. “If Kian’s watching out for her, she’ll be fine… right?”
The short-haired Knight looked up at him, her gaze wide and anxious. If Kian could’ve moved his eyeballs to his toes right then, he might’ve caught a glimpse of her undergarments from that angle—heck, probably all their undergarments, lined up like a parade under those short skirts.
Being surrounded by mini-skirted girl Knights was practically a panty flash by default, wasn’t it? Too bad their breastplate armor hid any hint of their figures. Without those plates, he’d be drowning in a sea of variously sized, beautiful girl chests. A guy could dream, though—imagination could fill in the gaps.
(Snap!)
Kian’s lecherous train of thought screeched to a halt. Aliona, who’d been standing by the shore moments ago, was now right behind the circle of girls. Her serene smile didn’t reach her green eyes, which glinted with a chilling edge. A menacing rumble, rumble pulsed from her, like thorny vines of magical power coiling overhead, looming over the Knights’ heads.
”Lord Kian?” Aliona’s voice was light, but it carried a razor-sharp undertone.
”Uh, nothing! It’s nothing,” Kian stammered, waving his hands.
”Really?” The short-haired Knight tilted her head. “Anyway, I heard General Asterios isn’t sharing his power with the royal family. Like, he’s in a bad mood or something? No clue why, but could you maybe… cheer him up, Kian?”
”Please!” Eugenia added, her voice urgent. “We need the General’s lightning power! With it, we’d have a better shot at beating any enemies that come our way!”
”War’s coming soon, desuno,” the twin-tailed Knight said, her face tense.
Eugenia nodded gravely. “A surrender demand arrived six days ago at noon. We’re delaying our response as long as possible, but if Azrael doesn’t get an answer, they’ll attack again.”
”We need that lightning power before then!” another Knight pleaded.
Kian rubbed his chin. “Alright, I hear you. I’m not sure what ‘cheering him up’ entails, but I’ll make sure the General’s in a good mood.”
”Please, do!” Eugenia’s eyes shone with sincerity, and the other girls echoed her plea in unison.
”By the way,” Kian said, glancing toward Aliona, “mind if I have a word with my Head Magician now?”
”Oh!” the Knights gasped, stepping back. “Sorry, did we interrupt?”
”Nah, you’re fine,” Kian assured them with a grin.
As the girls parted, Kian approached Aliona, whose smile radiated an ominous cheer. He gave a quick bow to Eugenia and the others before turning to face her. “Welcome back, Ms. Aliona,” he started, but before he could finish, she brushed past him, striding up the Stairs with purpose. Kian hurried after her.
”Ms. Aliona, welcome back!” he called again, catching up.
”I’m back, Instructor~?” she replied, her tone teasing but laced with something sharper.
”Uh… are you mad?” Kian asked, wincing.
Aliona closed the iron gate behind her with a soft clang but didn’t answer. Kian darted in front of her, placing both hands on her shoulders to stop her march toward the merchant guild hall. “That thing earlier—it wasn’t what it looked like! I wasn’t ogling them or anything.”
”I’m not mad,” Aliona said, turning her face away with a huff. “I’m not some petty woman who gets jealous over something like that.” Her golden hair swayed, releasing a faint whiff of juniper berry perfume that tickled Kian’s nose.
His eyes betrayed him, dipping to her chest. Beneath her dark green robe, she wore an indigo dress cinched with a belt that accentuated her blast curves—her figure practically screamed allure. The way the fabric hugged her made his imagination run wild, filling in what was hidden.
Aliona’s mature, Western beauty snapped him back to reality. She was, without a doubt, the ultimate goddess in his eyes.
”You’ve been busy charming a lot of young girls while I was gone, haven’t you?” she said, her voice low and teasing.
”No, no! I haven’t laid a finger on them!” Kian protested, then froze. “Wait, I mean—”
”‘Haven’t’?” Aliona’s brow arched.
”That came out wrong!” Kian floundered. Suddenly, Aliona closed the distance, wrapping her arms around him and pressing him against the trunk of a garden tree. Her clean, refreshing scent filled his senses, and before he could process it, her lips met his in a searing kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, warm and slick, while her blast curves pressed against his chest, her body heat seeping through their clothes.
She looked no older than her late twenties, her golden hair and radiant beauty only growing more youthful lately. Up close, Aliona’s refined elegance was unmatched, yet she exuded a raw, provocative allure that set his blood racing. She was the perfect woman.
Her arms coiled around his neck like tendrils, deepening the kiss. Kian couldn’t help himself—he hugged her back, his hands roaming her back as their lips locked hungrily. They veered off the path to the guild hall, slipping behind the garden tree, lost in their fervent embrace.
”…Ngh, ha♡,” Aliona gasped, pulling back slightly. “Sorry, I… got a little carried away.”
”N-no, it’s fine,” Kian stammered, his face burning.
”I got a bit jealous seeing you surrounded by all those young girls, looking so happy,” she admitted, her voice soft but honest. “But it’s okay. You’re at that age where you want to have fun, right?”
”I’m sorry. Really, really sorry,” Kian said, his head bowed.
”I said it’s fine,” Aliona insisted, leaning closer until her blast curves pressed against him again. Her glossy, saliva-slicked lips gleamed, threatening to steal his soul. “But… play with this old lady sometimes, too, okay?”
”I’ll play all day!” Kian blurted. “I want to… be with you, Ms. Aliona!”
She laughed, her painted lips brushing his in a quick, teasing kiss. “My, my, saying such things so boldly, and we’re still outside.”
”Your Aliona is back,” she murmured, her voice warm. “Sounds like things have been… eventful?”
”Yeah,” Kian said, his heart racing as her soft golden hair brushed his fingers. Her warmth, her scent, her weight against him—he could’ve stayed like that for a whole day.
”There’s a lot to catch up on,” Aliona said, her tone shifting to business. “But first, can you deactivate the thorn cells? They’ve probably grown quite a bit.”
”Got it,” Kian nodded.
”Please,” she said, nuzzling her head against his chest with a soft suri-suri motion. Kian gently lifted her golden hair from her nape, sliding his fingers along her neck to begin the process.
* * *
”So, you’ve successfully charmed the Princess, huh?” Aliona teased, still nestled in his arms behind the garden tree.
”Caught red-handed,” Kian admitted with a sheepish grin.
They’d started standing, but now they sat at the base of the tree, Aliona tucked comfortably in Kian’s embrace. The thorn stem he’d removed from her had grown to about ten centimeters, now safely sealed in a bottle and stashed with the Wraith who carried his gear.
Aliona shook her head, her golden hair swaying and her blast curves bouncing slightly. “With Asterios and the Great Sea Serpent gone, Crete has no supernatural protectors left. The Princess can’t afford to let us go. Our secrets are safe, I think.”
”Let’s hope so,” Kian said.
”If push comes to shove, just transform into Asterios and make her listen,” Aliona suggested with a sly smile.
”I’d rather avoid that if I can,” Kian replied, frowning.
”Too late for that,” Talia interjected, her voice cutting through. “That Princess is already head-over-heels. This pig’s a genius at making girls fall for him.”
”Then there’s no issue,” Aliona said confidently.
”Is there really?” Kian muttered, unsure.
”Absolutely,” Aliona insisted. “If we fend off Azrael, she’ll be thrilled. The future’s looking bright for the Kian merchant guild.”
She raised a hand, summoning a sandworm’s head from thin air. From its maw, she pulled a stack of papers. “Here’s Mrs. Camilla’s appraisal of the magic sword break fragments used by that Azrael woman, plus a report on the rubber and sulfur composition from her hair tie. The rubber’s already been patented in Franz’s Royal Capital. Results should come in six months or more.”
”Thanks,” Kian said. “I’ll read the reports later.”
”The sword fragments are being sent to Lord Guy,” Aliona continued. “Ms. Rufna’s handling the paperwork. The analysis suggests they predate the sword’s ice powers. It’s likely tied to Lord Jibril’s unknown ability, though it could just be a coincidence—two swords made from the same wind dragon. But the former’s more likely.”
”Another step closer to unraveling Jibril’s mystery,” Kian said, grinning. “Thanks, that’s huge.”
He lifted Aliona by her sides, helping her stand. “By the way, I’ve been tasked with defending ‘Grass Island’ as Asterios. I’m setting up barriers along the southern coastline, but Talia and I can only cover up to the Order of the Lightning Knights’ base by tomorrow. I hate to ask when you’re just back, but could you start setting barriers from the southwest coast, Ms. Aliona?”
”Got it,” Aliona said, her voice crisp as she flicked her fingers. A sudden gust of wind swirled around them, sharp and deliberate, stripping away the lingering scent of juniper berries clinging to Kian’s clothes and skin. The air felt cleaner, almost too clean, as if she’d scrubbed away any trace of their earlier closeness.
She tilted her head, her green eyes glinting mischievously. “You’ll give me a reward later, right?”
”Of course,” Kian replied, his voice a touch too eager.
”I’m counting on it,” Aliona purred, her tone dropping to a sultry whisper. “I’m in a really naughty mood right now. I want something… special, different from our usual. Not that I’m forcing you—regular stuff in bed or the bath is fine too.”
”I’ll think about it,” Kian said, his mind already racing.
”I’ll be thinking about it too. A lot,” Aliona shot back, winking playfully before striding forward with a brisk “Let’s go.”
For a moment, Kian’s heart had frozen, wondering if he’d pushed her too far. But Aliona, true to form, seemed to be the type to shrug off his wandering eyes. She’d even supported his strategy of getting close to Guria as Asterios, so jealousy wasn’t really her style. Or so he hoped.
‘Still, you’d better treat Aliona right,’ Talia’s voice echoed in his head, sharp and scolding.
‘No need to tell me twice. Ms. Aliona’s my one-of-a-kind partner,’ Kian thought back, his gaze lingering on the golden hair swaying ahead of him.
Together, they entered the merchant guild hall, following the faint traces of Guria’s presence to the third floor. The sounds of rustling and shuffling came from a room next to Kian’s own—a guest room, no doubt where Guria was settling in. Kian knocked lightly. “Guria, you good?”
”Yup, yup!” came her cheery reply, followed by the patter of footsteps. The door swung open.
Guria stood there in a fresh set of undergarments and a miniskirt, her casual confidence practically radiating. She stepped out, her bright smile fixed on Aliona, the high elf magician whose own grin carried a polished charm. “Nice to meet you! I’m Guria Selda Crete.”
”Aliona Gouldrin. A pleasure, Princess,” Aliona replied, her voice smooth as silk.
Guria’s height made even the tall Aliona look petite by comparison. After a quick handshake, Guria dove straight into dangerous territory. “So, you’re the one who turned the Great Sea Serpent to ash, huh?”
Aliona’s smile didn’t falter, though her eyes flickered with a hint of regret. “Yes. I had no idea it was integral to your kingdom’s sea burial traditions. My deepest apologies.”
”Even if it wasn’t on purpose, I wish the Kingdom of Crete Government had at least gotten a report afterward,” Guria said, her tone firm but not unkind. “That goes for Asterios too.”
She paused for a moment, searching for words. “But what’s done is done. I won’t report this to my Elder Brother, Father, or Circe. In exchange, I ask that you lend your strength to repelling the Azrael Army. If you can drive them back, I won’t make a fuss, and I’ll fully cooperate with you.”
Her words carried the weight of obligation, but they rang hollow—a princess stripped of real authority, bound by the shadow influence of the Staff of Dominion. She couldn’t act against Kian’s interests even if she wanted to, and her status as a royal was little more than a title now. Still, her declaration not to report the merchant guild’s misdeeds was a bold statement, a sign she was ready to deal with Kian, the ‘demon,’ on his terms.
To betray her own royal family took courage, and Kian knew they had to honor that resolve. Otherwise, they’d be no better than barbarians rampaging through Crete. Whether Aliona shared his thoughts or not, she clasped Guria’s hands warmly. “Leave Azrael to us,” she said with conviction. “And while we’re at it, we’ll see what we can do about restoring your status.”
Guria scratched her head, laughing awkwardly. “Eh, I don’t really care about status. Everyone else can handle things just fine without me. Father’s still kicking, and my little sister’s about to graduate from the Royal Capital’s Academy and come back. Unlike me, she’s thoughtful and great at leading people. So, no need to fuss about putting me back at the top of the succession line.”
Aliona blinked. “But… the throne?”
”Nah,” Guria said, waving a hand. “As long as everyone in Crete’s smiling, I’m good. Honestly, all I need is enough money to live day by day. That’s it.”
Aliona’s brow arched. “With all due respect, a princess shouldn’t speak so… unambitiously. It sets a poor example.”
”Haha, I get that a lot!” Guria grinned, unapologetic. “But that’s just who I am! Oh, I’m good at physical stuff, though, so if there’s anything I can help with, just pile it on! Though, with Asterios around, I’m kinda stuck to him, so my options are limited.”
Kian stepped in. “I’m really sorry about that. We’ll look into ways to undo the Staff of Dominion—Damnamene’s side effects.”
Guria shook her head. “No way. If you do that, I won’t be able to bind you anymore.”
”You’re the one who’s bound,” Kian pointed out.
”Sure, but so are you, Mr. Serious,” Guria teased, looking up at him with a playful glint. “You feel guilty about making me use the Staff, so you’re sticking around. If its effects wear off, I might just be some random girl to you. So, before that happens, I’ve gotta make you fall for me.”
”I don’t think of you as some random girl,” Kian said, glancing nervously at Aliona.
Guria let go of Aliona’s hands and grabbed both of Kian’s, her grip warm and firm. “I’m not like Princess Maribel, letting opportunities slip away. The Staff tied us together, and I’m not wasting that enishi [T/N: A fateful bond or connection, often romantic or destined]). Here’s to a long partnership!”
”Your logic about calling the Staff’s side effects enishi is a bit… out there,” Kian said, chuckling. “But Staff or no Staff, I won’t abandon you. As long as you don’t walk away, I’ll have your back—as Asterios or as Kian.”
”Thank you!” Guria beamed.
Aliona sighed, a fond smile tugging at her lips. “You two are so young. It’s almost blinding for an old lady like me. But you’ve got yourself a fine bride, haven’t you, Kian? I… as Duke Dacia’s partner, can’t bear your children.”
”Because they’d be half-elves?” Kian asked. “I don’t care about that.”
”Even if you don’t, the fact remains that our children couldn’t have children of their own,” Aliona said softly. “You need a human or a new-era ‘vampire’ as a partner. I’ve said it before, and I mean it—I’m fine with it.”
”Ms. Aliona…” Kian trailed off, his voice heavy.
Guria hesitated, her face uncertain. “Um, sounds like there’s some complicated stuff going on?”
Aliona touched her cheek, her smile wistful. “Perhaps. But my role is simple: to serve Kian, my savior and lover. Princess Guria Selda, are you… okay with a harem?”
”Oh, yeah,” Guria said confidently. “I get that Kian’s from a culture where harems are a thing. My father had my mother, plus elf s** slaves and noble mistresses galore.”
Aliona nodded. “This man plans to earn enough to keep all his wives happy. That’s why he’s building up Dacia and running the merchant guild. As fellow wives supporting him, I look forward to working with you.”
”Y-Yes, likewise!” Guria snapped to attention, her voice booming like a soldier at roll call.
In a flash, while Kian stood on the sidelines, Aliona and Guria clasped hands again, sealing their alliance with a camaraderie that felt almost too swift. Aliona’s knack for forging bonds was something else. Kian could only marvel at her finesse.
They headed to the beach for lunch, the three of them sharing a meal under the open sky. When they finished, Aliona summoned a dozen golems—courtesy of Mrs. Camilla—to handle the cleanup, and they left the guild hall behind. As Kian (as Asterios) and Guria stepped out, the vigilant girl Knights trailed behind. Aliona parted ways for the moment, and Kian headed to where he’d been working that morning, his steps quick and purposeful.
While Kian set up barriers along the coastline, Guria joined Eugenia and the others for spear practice. Under the calm sea and warm sunlight, the girls’ faces were etched with grim determination, their movements sharp despite the serene backdrop. Kian realized he’d been preoccupied with… less noble thoughts lately, but these girls had lost fifty comrades and were without Asterios’s support. Their somber expressions made sense.
The barrier work continued past sunset. Eugenia and her group swapped out at dusk, replaced by another set of girl Knights who kept watch through the night. Guria slipped away to the Order of the Lightning Knights’ base to prepare dinner—a hearty soup of vegetables and bone-in lamb. After weeks of seafood-heavy meals, the rich, herb-infused broth was a revelation, miles above the salt-heavy tavern fare of the Izerland region.
Kian pressed on with the barriers into the early hours, finally linking up with Aliona, who’d started from the southwest. Together with Talia, they wove a powerful magical Wall to seal the gaps between barriers. By the time they finished, Guria had dozed off, slumped against a sandbag. Kian scooped her up, gave a quick nod to the watching Knights, and flew back to the guild hall on a Wyvern Golem.
What was meant to be a solo job had wrapped up ahead of schedule, thanks to Aliona’s help. He owed her a proper ‘thank you.’ After tucking Guria into her bed, Kian was in the men’s bath, scrubbing down and mulling over what kind of ‘play’ Aliona might want, when a bubbly “Kian♡” echoed through the steam. No mistaking it—Aliona.
She stood there, stark naked, with bottles of cleansing slime and a slime bodysuit floating at her sides, bobbing gently in the air. “I found these,” she said, her tone curious. “What are they?”
Kian started to stand, reaching for a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, but Aliona waved him off. “Already put one up,” she said with a grin.
”Those are slimes I bought from Master Magiello’s shop,” Kian explained. “Some for the vampire-making device, you know, the kinky one.”
”And this?” Aliona held up a black resin ‘plug,’ shaped like a slender spade, meant to keep liquids in after a slime enema.
”That’s for after the slime enema,” Kian said, unfazed. “The black one’s for the bodysuit. It’s got weak control properties, but with the right tools, it can manipulate the wearer’s body.”
”How intriguing!” Aliona’s pointed elf ears twitched with excitement. “You can’t get these at Izerland’s toy shops, can you?”
”Probably not,” Kian admitted. “I’m not exactly an expert on these kinds of toys. Wait, didn’t you have a whole collection of adult stuff like that?”
She puffed out her cheeks, feigning a pout. “I told you to forget about that!”
”Too cute,” Kian teased, barely resisting the urge to pounce. “I can’t forget it. The image of you using those toys is burned into my brain.”
”Pervert,” she shot back, but her lips curved into a sly grin. She held up the other hand, revealing an onahole bought for Kian. “What a coincidence. I was just itching to try some new things. Princess Guria Selda’s asleep, right?”
”Yup, tucked her in,” Kian confirmed.
”Then it’s adult time,” Aliona declared, grabbing him and steering him toward the bamboo water spout. They rinsed off together, and she guided him to a bath stool. “Let’s get that cock nice and clean, Kian.”
Her full lips glistened as her tongue flicked across them. One of the floating slime bottles popped open, releasing a fresh, crisp scent. She was starting with the light blue one.
”Fresh scent, huh?” Kian said, eyeing it. “Won’t it sting my dick?”
”It’s for an** use, so it’s probably low on the tingly stuff,” Aliona reasoned. “No complaints, then. Let’s use it.”
”Alright… here we go,” she said, pouring the blue slime into the onahole. She shuffled closer on her knees, her golden pubic hair—grown wild from the journey—glistening with water droplets, a mix of beauty and raw sensuality.
Her eyes locked onto his already-hard erection, and she let out a soft, “Well, damn, it’s been a while. What a lovely c**k♡.”
Notes:
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Camilla – A woman; the subject of the chapter; her body was used to seal Erynys’ soul.
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