Volume 3 Chapter 3 Missed The Chance And ＊ With My Disciple
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The third floor of the church. Oriana’s private room.
The window was stained deep black, and the stone floor gave the room a cold, empty feeling. Few belongings filled the space, making it feel even lonelier. The season was just before winter, and the crisp autumn air crept in, lightly brushing against the skin and adding to the sterile atmosphere.
Oriana gently blew out the candle on the desk. The light, brought from downstairs, had served its purpose for the night. Darkness swallowed the room, broken only by a faint rustle behind her, a quiet sound that seemed to emphasize the silence.
”Ah, um… I took it off,” Oriana said, her voice barely above a whisper.
”It’s beautiful,” John replied, his voice low, almost in awe.
”Ooh… I’m embarrassed,” Oriana murmured as she removed her tunic and sat on the bed in only her underwear.
Her bra was huge—far too large. The fabric was embroidered carefully to support her breasts, but inside the tight cups, her figure felt almost impossibly full.
John stepped closer, his eyes flickering with a hint of tension. His gaze shifted as he noticed her nervousness. When she placed her hand behind her neck, her shoulders gave a small twitch. She looked like a frightened cat, unsure and waiting for comfort.
”Turn this way,” John said gently as he reached out, brushing his fingers through her soft hair.
He pulled her closer, leaning in to press his lips against hers.
Oriana held her breath the moment their lips met. She still wasn’t used to kissing, and her hesitation showed. While she focused on the feeling in front of her, she slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. With a soft movement, she slipped a strap from her shoulder and carefully pulled her bra down to her stomach.
”Mmm…!” she gasped, her breath catching.
Thud—a soft sound filled the room as her breasts were fully revealed. The warmth of her skin greeted John’s hands. Her breasts, heavy and soft, gave a gentle resistance as he cupped them.
”Day…” John muttered without thinking, his voice caught between surprise and admiration.
”Ah… sorry…” Oriana whispered, lowering her gaze.
”Why are you apologizing?” John asked, watching her expression carefully.
”I mean…” she said, turning her face away, her voice trailing off.
Her face had changed. The playful charm from before was gone, replaced by something more withdrawn, more fragile.
”I… I don’t like it,” Oriana admitted, brushing her hair with trembling fingers.
”You don’t like it?” John repeated, frowning slightly. “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”
”I’m short… and these are big, so it feels unbalanced,” she said softly, looking down at her chest.
”I see,” John said, nodding slowly. “Did someone say something to you?”
”Yes,” Oriana whispered. “Someone told me… and then others started talking about it too.”
So someone had planted this doubt in her. Whether it was said directly or spread through whispers, it had clearly stuck with her.
”Well, for what it’s worth, I like it,” John said plainly.
”…Ah… really?” Oriana asked, her eyes glancing up with hesitation.
”If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here in your room right now,” John said, his voice quiet but sure. “I remember exactly what you look like, even when I close my eyes. I’m not just anyone—I’m the one holding you, Oriana.”
Oriana grasped his arm and looked down. Even in the dark, with only the faintest light slipping in from the window, he could see her body shifting, twisting as embarrassment crept over her.
She didn’t think he was just saying pretty words.
Since he was telling the truth, he wanted her to feel good too.
Because a woman should be happy in moments like this.
The more she responded, the more he could feel her body growing eager in return.
John smiled faintly, his thoughts private, and gently pushed Oriana down onto the bed.
Her large breasts shifted and spread as she lay back, soft and natural, forming curves even while she rested. At the tip, a small nipple stood out, framed by a slightly pale areola. He brushed it with his thumb, and the stiff skin bounced lightly under his touch.
”Ah… n~!” Oriana gasped, her arms clinging to him tightly.
He’d known she wasn’t used to being with a man. That reaction confirmed it.
Even before doing much, her body was already full of life. He wouldn’t have to search hard to please her.
Still… if she was truly untouched, there would be things to be careful about. First times always came with difficulty. How far they went tonight would depend entirely on how she felt.
Since it might be the last time he’d ever see her like this—since these breasts might never be in his arms again—he wanted to savor everything.
He’d take his time, cherish her, and make sure she was never hurt.
He let out a breath and cleared his head.
Thinking too much wouldn’t help now.
Tonight was tonight. He would enjoy this moment for what it was.
He bent back over her, not to rush, but to treasure what was before him.
He cupped her breasts again, scooping their weight from the sides, and leaned in to lightly suck one nipple into his mouth.
”Ahhh?!” Oriana cried, hips twitching in surprise.
John held her tight, ignoring the reaction, and kept his mouth gentle.
”Mmm… ha, ha, ha… ha!” Oriana moaned, breath becoming uneven.
The feeling of having her breast in his mouth must have been a shock. Her legs trembled, and her eyes seemed to plead with him as she turned her head toward his shoulder.
Soft. Warm. She smelled sweet.
No one could really explain the scent of skin, but it was real. She smelled like a woman ready to be loved.
She was waiting.
The thought reached deep into John, stirring something that made the pressure in his pants tighten harder than before.
He had to hold her.
He had to make her feel this moment fully.
While he kissed her chest again, one hand began to lower.
The fabric of her underwear was smooth, the texture clearly fine. She was the kind of woman who liked to wear nice things, even under her clothes.
He traced the shape of her lower belly, then slipped his hand under the edge of her shorts.
”Mr… John…!” Oriana gasped, her voice trembling as he made contact.
Klock slid his hand across the fabric of Oriana’s shorts, feeling the heat that had soaked into them. His fingers found a small bump underneath, and at that, Oriana let out a soft cry, whispering his name like she was asking for help.
Her legs were shaking just a little. She still looked nervous, like her body hadn’t relaxed yet.
They say the first time is the hardest, but the next ones come easier. If it was going to happen anyway, better to do it sooner while pretending it was for her comfort. With that in mind, Klock grabbed the strings at the side of her shorts and pulled them loose. He flipped them open, revealing her lower body.
He ran his hand from her stomach down to where the light patch of hair began. Oriana, whether from embarrassment or nerves, made small sounds like “ah, ah” and covered her face with both hands.
Now that he thought about it, how old was Oriana, really? He didn’t know anything besides her name and that she worked as an assistant priest.
Still… that could wait. He had other things on his mind.
More than the sudden questions about her past, he was focused on the shape of her body, the warmth she gave off, and the way her chest rose and fell. All he could think about was being close to her. That was all that mattered right now.
”Oriana, I’m going in,” Klock said, lowering his voice.
”…Yes,” she answered softly after a short pause.
He gave her one last warning, just in case. The silence that followed was heavy with tension. What kind of thoughts had passed through Oriana’s mind during that moment? Did she hesitate, unsure if it was right to accept someone she barely knew? Maybe she was scared. But still, she gave him permission.
Klock slowly bent her legs and helped her lie back in a relaxed position. Oriana didn’t fight him. She moved along with his guidance, silent and still.
Giving up her first time… to a man like him. A thief. That thought almost made Klock laugh, but he swallowed it down and focused.
He undid his belt, pulled his pants open, and brought his lower half closer to hers. Their legs tangled slightly as he moved in.
In the dim light, Oriana seemed to notice what he had taken out. She swallowed hard, her throat moving. Her whole body looked tense, so Klock held back and touched her lightly, rubbing just along her folds with the base of himself.
A soft, wet sound echoed between them.
When he reached down to check, he felt how much she had soaked through. The wetness had even reached her lower back.
This wasn’t just from what he had done. It seemed like her own body had responded more than expected. She was excited, even if she didn’t fully understand it.
That’s how it was, the first time for many girls. It didn’t mean she was dirty or shameless. Her body was just reacting on its own, caught between tension and instinct.
He gently spread her open with his thumbs. Her private area twitched a little, like it was waiting. It felt wrong to say it, but it really did look too tempting.
So beautiful. So full of contrast. A body like this hidden under the robe of a holy sister… it almost felt unfair.
Klock bit his lip, trying to hold himself back. He’d been patient enough.
”Let’s do this,” he whispered, pressing himself forward.
But then—
BOOM.
A loud shockwave hit the room like the world itself cracked apart.
”Whoa?!” Klock shouted, stumbling back.
”Kyah?!” Oriana cried, clinging to the bed.
The windows shook hard. A deep rumble passed through the floor, shaking the church walls from top to bottom.
Klock looked around, thinking it was an earthquake, but nothing was falling over. He grabbed the quilt and pulled Oriana close, wrapping her under the covers.
The sound was so loud it made his ears ring. The echo stayed in his skull like a hammer. Was it an explosion? What kind of thing could happen at this time of night?
After a few long seconds, the noise stopped. The ground stopped shaking.
”…”
Klock poked his head out from under the quilt, blinking in the dim light. Everything looked the same. Nothing broken, nothing on fire.
He turned to Oriana, confused. Her eyes were wide with fear, and they stared at each other without saying a word.
”Did something happen nearby?” Klock asked, still holding her.
”Seems like it,” Oriana said, her voice shaking.
At first, he really thought it was an earthquake. But thinking again, the shaking had come after the blast, not before. And the way the floor moved wasn’t that rough—just a small shake, like kids running around upstairs.
That meant it was probably an explosion. A strong one, if it could shake the whole church. He clicked his tongue.
”Way to ruin the mood…” he muttered, looking at the window.
He had been ready, totally in the moment—and now this. They always say women care about the mood, but guys weren’t any different. When the moment was gone, it was gone. Like dropping your fork before taking the first bite of a good meal.
He let out a breath and turned to Oriana, who still looked lost. To calm her, he reached over and pulled her into a kiss.
”Mmm…” she let out softly, eyes fluttering closed.
She didn’t seem too surprised. They had kissed a few times already today. Maybe she was getting used to it.
This one was slow, with no tongue. A fresh start. The atmosphere had been wrecked, but they could always try again.
Their lips stayed together. His hand started to move down her body again—but suddenly, she pushed him away and sat up.
”Huh… Oriana?”
”…An evil presence…!” she said, her eyes sharp.
”Huh?”
”Mr. John! I’m sorry, something urgent came up! I have to go…!!”
She leaped off the bed, pulled her underwear back on, and started grabbing her clothes.
”Wait… what do you mean urgent?”
”I’m sorry. I can’t say. It might be a secret thing. Please don’t ask!” Oriana shouted, slipping into her clothes fast.
She picked up her bag from the corner, then paused at the door. Turning back, she walked over and gave Klock a quick kiss—light and clumsy.
”I’ll be back soon, so wait for me,” she whispered. “When I return… we’ll finish… what we started…!”
She gave a shy promise, then turned and ran out of the room.
Downstairs, the door to the church opened and slammed shut.
”…….Huh?”
Klock stood there in silence. The windows were shut tight, but a cold wind seemed to pass through his chest. He looked down.
He was still standing there… fully ready… and alone.
”…No way. That really just happened?”
It all happened so fast his brain couldn’t keep up. What was that evil presence she felt? What caused the explosion? Where did Oriana go? What was she even doing out there?
Nothing made sense.
And now, what was he supposed to do?
”Big Bro! Are you here—ssu!?”
The door flew open like it had been kicked. Valerie stepped in, tugging at her loose clothes. Her hair was messy and she looked like she’d just rolled out of bed. The cold must’ve gotten to her a bit.
”Big Bro! Did you hear that loud bang just now?!”
”Yeah. I heard it,” Klock answered, blinking in surprise.
Valerie stood in the spot Oriana had just left. Same voice. Same face.
They glanced at Klock’s bare lower half for a moment, but without showing much reaction, turned instead to the window and gave a small gasp as if worried. Slowly, they walked toward his side, eyes still pretending to search the outside world.
”…What should we do now-ssu?” Valerie asked, her eyes flicking back toward him. “If there’s a fire nearby, it could reach us… Big Bro?”
Without a word, Klock reached out and pulled Valerie onto the bed beside him.
He moved quickly, undressing without hesitation. Even though he acted so boldly, his eyes stayed locked on her, full of something hard to describe—part fear, part need, part something else.
”Valerie,” Klock said, his voice low, almost like a whisper as he held her hand gently. “Let me be close to you. No words. Just… be with me.”
”…Eh?” Valerie blinked, stunned.
Her voice trembled with confusion as she looked up at him, her eyes bouncing between his face and the boldness of his actions. She didn’t move at first—just froze like a rabbit in tall grass. But after a few seconds, something in her softened. Her shoulders dropped.
She’d been with him for years. She understood him.
Without speaking, Valerie reached for her belt. She undid it with calm fingers and slid her shorts down to her knees. Then, she lay down on her side, offering herself—not with shame, but with quiet trust.
”…Go ahead-ssu,” she murmured, her eyes turning away as if embarrassed.
Still partly dressed, she adjusted her clothes herself, shifting just enough to let him near.
Valerie’s posture said everything. She trusted him. Even in silence.
Klock placed his hands gently on her waist, holding her with care. His fingers shook a little as they touched her, not from fear, but from holding back too much. He leaned closer, trying to feel her, to be sure she was okay. Her warmth answered him. She was already ready—for him, for this, for the moment.
His breath caught in his throat.
He didn’t need to say anything more.
He adjusted their positions carefully. No wild rush, just quiet intent. He moved close and gently pressed his forehead against hers.
”Mmm…” Valerie gave a soft sound as he held her tighter.
Their bodies met. Slowly, tenderly. No harshness, no rough push. Just quiet, wordless closeness.
The way they fit together was proof of time—how well they understood each other. She held him tight, body warm and soft against him, and not a single word was needed to tell how she felt.
”Ah… sorry, Valerie,” Klock muttered, brushing her hair behind her ear.
”…What is it-ssu? You don’t need to say sorry—just do what you need-ssu,” Valerie whispered, her voice gentle, almost teasing.
Her face stayed hidden in the pillow, but her tone was steady.
Klock reached out and touched her cheek. He stroked it lightly with the back of his fingers. Valerie looked up, eyes full of quiet feelings she didn’t say aloud.
Thinking she was being teased, she turned her head away again. She hugged the pillow tightly, burying her face in it like a shy kitten.
Usually, she acted like an eager puppy, but today… she was more like a quiet cat.
If some old blood of the Beastkin ran in his veins, maybe he could understand her a little. He’d never really thought about it before. But now, holding her like this, the idea crossed his mind.
Still… maybe he hadn’t shown her the care she deserved. He wanted to make it up to her—not with words, but with warmth.
Carefully, he lifted her legs and helped her turn onto her back. Keeping their connection, he held her legs gently and leaned in again with a soft press—”thump.”
”Mm…!” A quiet sound slipped from Valerie’s lips.
She clutched the pillow tighter, her body curling up just a little. The bed gave a faint creak, and the sheets wrinkled under them.
Klock didn’t speak. Neither did Valerie. But the rhythm between them said more than words could.
They had done this many times. They didn’t need noisy sounds or fake words. Just the small signs—her fingers clenching, her breath catching, her legs trembling.
She was already close. He could feel it.
Now, he wondered silently: should he hold her gently until she relaxed, or press on and let their heat take over?
Part of him was still thinking about the woman from earlier—the one with the large chest that made his heart skip. That image had stirred something in him. But now, with Valerie beneath him, he wasn’t sure anymore. Which feeling was stronger?
Skin met skin. The room filled with small sounds—the soft creak of the bed, the rustle of fabric. Their heat mixed, steady and slow.
Klock breathed out quietly.
Maybe he should just hold her. Apologize in the only way he knew. But… Valerie had always been the type to accept things with a smile, even if they weren’t perfect. She once said, “Sometimes, being used a little isn’t bad either, you know.”
This might’ve been one of those times.
”…Should I leave you after this, or…?” Klock whispered, unsure if she would hear.
”More is better!” Valerie replied suddenly, her voice muffled in the pillow.
Her legs tensed around him, giving her answer with both words and body. Her grip tightened, not letting him go.
He blinked, then gave a small laugh under his breath.
”…Got it. I’ll keep going for now.”
He lowered his hands to her waist, held her close, and took a deep breath. His forehead touched hers again.
The pillow was in the way, so he gently pulled it aside. Valerie’s face appeared—eyes shut, cheeks red, mouth slightly open.
He bent her knees upward with care and leaned in deeply with another quiet push—”thud.”
In that moment, Valerie gasped. Her body twitched all over like lightning had struck.
”Aah… mmm…!” she breathed out softly.
Klock froze for a second, then held her tighter as she shook. Her body trembled from head to toe, like something had spilled over inside her.
Tears welled up in her eyes. They shimmered under the moonlight, catching on her lashes.
Her gaze met Klock’s, quiet but deep. It wasn’t sadness—it was something more tender.
”Mmm… huff, huff…!” she let out a few short breaths, trying to calm herself.
He brushed her hair again and kissed her forehead softly.
She looked fragile—but also strong. She always hid her real self behind that bright energy. But here, now, he could see the truth.
Klock waited a few seconds, counting his breath. Then, without words, he moved again, careful and slow.
This time, Valerie held onto him with both arms.
They didn’t need anything more than this.
”Mmmph—?!”
Valerie quickly clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling the sound before it escaped. Her whole body shook as she lay beneath him, eyes wide with panic and heat.
Klock held her firmly, his weight pressed down just enough to steady her trembling. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, pulling her close like a protective shield. Despite the earlier tension, his movements were careful—strong, but no longer rough.
”You’re alright now,” Klock said quietly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead.
Valerie’s breath caught, and she bit down on her lip, her eyes shimmering with effort. She looked like she was holding something back, her body rigid but not resisting. Though her voice didn’t rise again, her feelings showed plainly in her expression—uncertain but trusting.
Her thin clothes, wrinkled and disheveled, clung to her skin from sweat. Klock hesitated for a moment before gently tugging the edge of her tunic higher, exposing a small part of her chest. Compared to Oriana, her figure was modest, but somehow that made her even more delicate in his eyes.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.
”Haa… haah…” Valerie breathed, barely audible, her chest rising and falling quickly.
Klock gave a quiet chuckle, one hand resting gently on her waist.
”You really try so hard,” he murmured, not without admiration.
She didn’t answer, only nodded slightly, holding back her words with a deep breath. Her arms, which had been tense, slowly wrapped around his back, pulling him closer as if asking for comfort more than anything else.
”…Valerie,” Klock said, his voice low and unsure. “Don’t… don’t push yourself too much.”
Even as he spoke, his body was slow to move. He stayed close, unwilling to part from her warmth. His mind, however, was filled with quiet worry—about her, about himself, about the line between right and wrong that felt harder to see every time she looked at him like that.
The room was quiet now, save for the soft rustling of clothes and their breath in the still air. Klock placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her again, this time with care, brushing his lips against hers as if afraid to break her.
Valerie whispered, “Big Bro…” Her voice trembled, but not from fear.
He opened his eyes, finding her staring up at him, her gaze calm yet pleading.
”…Let’s change rooms,” Klock said, after a pause. He glanced at the door. “This is still Oriana’s.”
Valerie gave a small nod. “Okay-ssu,” she replied, her arms still tight around him.
He didn’t want to cause trouble if Oriana came back. That chance alone was enough to make him feel uneasy, though part of him also felt a twinge of guilt. She had always been there, and for a long time, he thought she might become someone important. But now…
He glanced down at Valerie, her arms wrapped around his torso, her eyes fluttering sleepily.
”…Let’s go,” Klock said softly.
Valerie gave a light hum of agreement, then carefully slid off the bed, still holding his hand.
* * *
After quickly tidying the room, Klock moved to the small living space that had been assigned to Valerie. It wasn’t much, but it was warm and quiet—perfect for avoiding more complicated feelings tonight.
Valerie followed without hesitation, and once inside, she slipped out of her outer clothes and crawled into the futon with a yawn. Klock, feeling the exhaustion catching up to him, climbed in beside her, pulling the blanket over them both.
She curled up against him, small and light, like a kitten searching for warmth. He held her close, resting his chin on top of her head.
No words were needed.
Even though his thoughts wandered—about the past, about Cianie, about everything he hadn’t sorted through—Valerie’s presence brought a strange peace. She had never once asked him for more than he could give, and somehow, that made her feel even more important.
”Don’t get sick,” Klock said gently, brushing his hand down her back.
”I won’t-ssu,” she replied, her voice muffled but sweet.
Soon after, her breathing slowed.
They drifted into sleep together, wrapped in quiet warmth. The noise from earlier, whatever it had been, was long forgotten.
Notes:
• Oriana – A Princess. A companion who assists in explaining the situation to the kingdom. She is supportive and helps Anna navigate her responsibilities. Her appearance is slender, with dark hair and sharp features.
• John – A pseudonym used by Klock.
• Valerie – Female. Klock’s younger thief sister, dressed like a boy. Her appearance is aqua-colored hair, slender, and youthful. She is loyal to her brother and acts as his accomplice. She is bold, sexually forward, and protective of her brother’s interests.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
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