Volume 3 Chapter 4 From Morning＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Klock rested his arms on the window frame, staring out at the dull gray world beyond. A thick blanket of fog swallowed everything in sight. The mist was so dense it blocked out the sunlight, turning the outside world into a pale, blurred haze. He couldn’t even see the house next door. It looked like the fog had wrapped itself tightly around the church while they were all asleep, hiding the entire area in a white veil.
He rubbed his cheek thoughtfully. Normally, even in rough weather, he wouldn’t hesitate to step outside. But this—visibility barely stretched a few meters—it was impossible to move as usual.
The soft crackle of the fireplace filled the quiet room. Though the world outside looked cold and gray, the church’s living space was warm. Klock sat on the futon with only his upper body uncovered, the rest wrapped snugly beneath the blanket. The dry futon held the heat of his skin, keeping his legs warm. He could feel the comforting heat spread through him.
But then a sudden shiver passed through him. His body tensed as a soft sigh escaped.
”Uhh,” he muttered, his hand moving instinctively. Inside the futon, he touched himself, warmth building quickly. The feeling had been slowly growing since he woke up, but now it surged like a wave.
He tightened his grip, shifting as the sensation reached its peak. “…Hmm…” His breath caught, and he leaned down, pressing his arms against the futon to steady himself.
Still hidden beneath the blanket, she continued her slow movements, licking her lips while focusing on the sensitive tip. Even as his body trembled with aftershocks, her hand kept moving, following the rhythm.
A gentle pulse ran through him. Her mouth moved softly, covering him with care. The quiet sounds of breath and lips filled the room as she savored the moment. Her mouth moved steadily, taking her time.
When she stopped, her mouth stayed wrapped around him for a moment longer. Klock tapped the futon lightly, wondering why she wasn’t letting go.
No response. He peeked inside the futon and found her face pressed against his lower stomach, still holding him quietly.
Sighing, Klock pushed his hands into the futon and shook her shoulders. “No, stop dozing off again,” he said dryly.
He could understand someone burying their face in a pillow to sleep. But who sleeps with their face pressed into their stomach while still holding themselves quietly?
The futon shifted slowly as if deciding it was time. The tip was touched one last time before a soft sigh escaped, and he finally relaxed.
”You’re something else,” Klock muttered, pushing the futon aside and finally revealing Valerie’s bright face.
”Big bro. Good morning-ssu,” she greeted cheerfully.
”Yo,” he replied, not bothering to hide his tiredness.
Despite it being morning, Valerie’s eyes were wide open and alert. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, then stretched with a soft “Mmm~.” She had been naked since last night. As she moved, her small but well-shaped figure shifted lightly, showing she was awake and ready for the day.
”Huh. Outside’s all white-ssu, huh?” she said, finally noticing the fog outside the window.
”Yeah. It’s a thick fog,” Klock replied, watching her shift from playful to curious. “Still, it’s okay to be lively in the morning, but don’t wear me out too fast, okay?”
Valerie grinned, turning back to him. “Isn’t Big Bro always persistent in the morning? I like it slow, though,” she teased.
He thought, You definitely want it, don’t you? Valerie caught his glance and gave him a sly look that said, “You know it.”
She was way too lively for this early hour. After what she just did, it was a wonder she still had so much energy. Klock already felt drained and wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped in blankets. But pretending not to notice, he quickly looked away.
The morning affection was her idea anyway.
After waking, Klock had lit the fireplace and sat on the bed, staring out the window in a quiet mood. Then Valerie, wrapped in the blanket like a tiny caterpillar, had crawled over to him without a word. Ignoring his “Yo, you’re up?” she settled close under the covers with a soft sound.
She never waited to be asked. Though he didn’t particularly want it, he appreciated the thoughtfulness. Valerie was a well-trained disciple—when she wanted to be. Sometimes she came to bed, sometimes she didn’t. Like a moody cat, she was unpredictable. But it suited her, so Klock didn’t mind.
He never scolded her for taking the lead. Their “master and disciple” relationship was just a title. In reality, they had a relaxed bond with no formal rules. She wasn’t a lover, but they’d been close countless times. She never refused when he asked, and often, like today, she took the initiative. Thieves valued freedom, and this kind of loose partnership felt perfect with Valerie.
”Heave-ho!” Valerie said, kicking off the bed with her arms and landing with a soft “Plop.” She then struck a playful pose, hands raised in a V.
Her energy after waking could be useful in an emergency, Klock thought. Though her body and age were fully grown, her behavior still carried a hint of childishness.
”Ah…!” Valerie’s arms stretched wide as she posed.
Just as he thought she was playing around, a thin white line stretched between her legs, showing she was an adult. It dripped down with a soft “plop, plop,” falling onto the floor in steady drops.
”Yesterday’s… you really let it all out, huh?” she said, scooping at her lower body to check.
What she caught was cloudy and thick—leftover from their close moments yesterday. It had settled overnight, pulled down by gravity during her jump.
Klock couldn’t help but think, That’s a lot to see first thing in the morning.
The narrow, upside-down triangle between her slim legs caught the soft morning light. Her backside, framed by legs slightly apart, allowed a thin drop to fall quietly to the floor. From behind, the sight was quietly intimate—traces of last night’s closeness still visible. There was something strangely touching about a woman who carried the memory of being cared for like this. Even though it was he who had been with her yesterday, he wondered why the image stirred a deep feeling inside.
Just after he finished, his strength quickly returned. His gaze stayed fixed on her.
”Valerie,” he said softly.
”Hmm?” she replied.
He pulled back the blanket and slipped out of bed. Valerie began to turn toward him, but he gently caught her shoulder, spun her around, and stood close behind her. His hands rested firmly on her hips.
”Huh? What is it?” she asked, turning only her head to look back, likely unaware she was teasing him.
Without answering, he guided her gently toward the wall, closing the space between them. He pressed her softly against it, sliding one hand to rest on her side.
Valerie placed her hands on the wall, spread her legs a little, and lifted her hips slightly, accepting the quiet moment. Though she asked what was happening, her eyes showed she understood perfectly.
He leaned close and kissed her back lightly.
”Mmm,” she murmured, a slight surprise in her movement.
Her back was graceful—slender muscles flowing under smooth skin. His hand traveled down her side, over her waist, and rested on her hips. He gently held her, enjoying the softness beneath his touch.
The quiet reminder of their closeness remained visible. He parted her gently with his thumbs.
The soft traces from last night were still there—a tender sign of their bond. Even after so many hours, the memory remained, and that comforted him.
He pressed gently closer, feeling her warmth. Valerie twitched slightly, sensing his touch. She looked back at him with a calm, quiet expression.
”…”
She said nothing, but her look told him she was ready.
Moments ago, she seemed so innocent and lighthearted, but now she moved with a quiet maturity. That was always her way—shifting between childlike and grown up. It made her unpredictable, but never dull.
No need for extra words. Her body was perfectly positioned for the moment. Her legs spread gently, hips raised just right.
”I’m ready,” he said.
”Okay,” she whispered.
He held steady and moved gently. This was their second morning together. There was no need to rush—just quiet closeness.
Suddenly, her hand reached out from between them, giving a small peace sign with a soft smile.
Her lips parted slightly, and the warmth between them was clear.
”That’s nice. Very sweet,” he said quietly.
”Really? Then what about this?” she replied softly.
Her fingers curled lightly around his hand, guiding it with gentle care. He responded to her touch, moving carefully.
The connection was smooth and natural, with her guiding him gently.
”…ah…” she breathed.
Valerie lifted her chin, arched her back, and leaned in close. Morning closeness was always deep; she seemed to welcome it with quiet joy.
The soft sounds of their movement filled the quiet room. He moved fully, then pulled back gently before moving forward again.
He was completely connected with her. The gentle pressure and warmth told him to pause and enjoy the feeling.
He sighed softly. The moment was complete. Her soft body held him tightly, her hips pressing gently against his.
Small, quiet movements passed between them.
Everyone had their favorite moments, but the instant after joining was always filled with a special kind of comfort. Being wrapped in her warmth, feeling the gentle pulse of her body, was pure peace. As she responded with gentle movements, he felt himself relax completely.
Valerie’s softness made everything twice as sweet. Though they usually preferred different positions, standing like this let him begin exactly when he wanted. It was good, too.
”Mmm…fuu…fuu…” she sighed softly, leaning against the wall with hips gently lifted, clearly relaxed.
Though he stopped moving, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed back softly, surrendering to the quiet closeness.
They had known each other a long time. They had shared countless quiet moments.
Now, they understood each other without words. She knew that when he stayed still after joining, he was savoring the feeling. She let herself enjoy the quiet pleasure while holding steady.
The gentle stillness was something he wished to keep forever, but his body soon signaled it was time to move again. Slowly, he pulled back.
”Mmm, ah…!”
Pleasure surged gently, but he pushed through it, moving slowly inside her.
As soon as he began, her body responded, tightening softly. This was their moment.
”Mmm…Big Bro…”
”Yeah,” he replied softly.
”If you needed a break, you could have just said.”
”…Yeah, you’re right.”
For a moment, he paused. Then he remembered. They had been close since yesterday—several times, then morning moments, and now again. Perhaps they had gone a bit far.
Counting it all, this was at least the third or fourth time in less than two days. It made sense why he felt so tired.
”Well, your quiet strength made me want to be close again,” he said with a smile.
”…Stop it. You just like being around my kindness, don’t you? You’re always drawn to it, aren’t you, Aniki? But it’s okay. I’m cared for too. If you spend time with others, I don’t mind…” she said, voice playful.
”Spend time with others?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. She called closeness ‘spending time’ like it was something simple. An interesting way to put it.
But maybe that’s how she thought of it—right now, with him close behind her, taking her without hesitation, it felt just like that.
”…Do you really think I care about you?” he asked softly.
”Well, compared to before, it’s a whole different level,” Valerie said with a small smile.
”Before? You mean the past? How was it different?” Klock asked, narrowing his eyes.
”Back then, it was really bad,” she said, poking him lightly with a thin rod. “Most days, you just saw me as a bother and shut me out. Only when you felt like it, you’d pull me close and force yourself on me. You weren’t gentle at all.”
Klock felt a sharp sting of guilt. She was talking about the early days when they first met. He remembered those times—he was rough and lost too. It had only been two years since he left home, struggling to survive, and he probably took it out on her more than he realized.
”I was rough too back then,” Klock admitted quietly. “I’m sorry. Did I go too far?”
Valerie nodded slowly. “Honestly, I put up with a lot. The orphanage closed down, and every day was a fight just to live. Then I met Big bro and he was all I had to lean on. I didn’t really know how to live. I wanted to follow him forever. But Oni-nii kept coming to me even on days when it was dangerous. I was scared if something happened, I’d be thrown away, so I just accepted it and prayed.”
Klock couldn’t help but let out a quiet, guilty breath. That was three years ago. Valerie was only fourteen then—a scared little girl holding onto the one person she trusted.
”It’s not like I hated it,” Valerie said softly. “Being wanted made me happy. It made me feel like I had value. I was more shocked on days you didn’t reach out to me. So please… keep holding me.”
Her words pressed down on him like a weight. What kind of conversation was this in such a close moment? If anyone deserved blame, it was him. But hearing this crushed his desire and left him feeling empty.
”By the way,” Valerie asked quietly, “what if something happened and I became pregnant now? What would happen? Would I just leave the baby somewhere and forget it?”
”Are you crazy? Say that again,” Klock said firmly. “Even if it’s your child, it’s mine too.”
”So…”
”It doesn’t matter if someone new joins the hideout,” he said, pushing carefully as he spoke.
They’d been together for three years now. Klock didn’t want to push her away anymore.
There was nothing else to say. He thought about scolding her for teasing him, but she stayed silent, her eyes full of pure trust.
”Big bro,” she said, sitting up against the wall and turning toward him, “aren’t you going to bed? I want to do the same thing as yesterday.”
”The same thing as yesterday?” Klock asked, pulling back as she reached out and grabbed him firmly.
Valerie’s hand was warm, guiding him toward the bed. She climbed on and lay back on the futon, pulling him close.
It was late, but now he understood her feelings better. He had found her annoying at first, but now he saw how much she needed him.
He had many thoughts, but for now, he wanted to care for her until she couldn’t hold back—make her feel comfort and peace. Still, this was a church; it wasn’t the place to satisfy a junior like her. They should be quick and quiet.
Klock settled between Valerie’s legs, positioning himself carefully. She kept stroking him gently, helping him stay warm as he aligned himself.
With a soft sound, Valerie welcomed him again. Slowly, he moved closer until he was fully held by her warmth.
”Big bro, are you being gentle?” she asked.
”I feel bad, yeah,” Klock said quietly.
She noticed right away. She was sharp, as always.
”That’s not like you,” Valerie said. “Just like before, hold me close and don’t hold back. Then I’ll forgive everything. I feel safe when you’re with me.”
”Huh?”
Her words caught him off guard.
”Do you like it rough?” he asked carefully.
”No, it’s not that,” she said. “It just makes me feel safe. I know that sounds weird. Is it okay?”
Feeling safe? He thought about it. Maybe it was tied to the way she’d opened up emotionally before. She needed to be close like this. It gave her value. Being held made her feel stronger.
”…Big bro?”
He almost laughed at himself. Was this a typical story of a girl broken by love? But it was him doing it.
Valerie was a lost girl—an orphan with no place in the world. If he left her, she would be doomed unless she got very lucky. She was the kind of person who would let herself be used.
”Mm…” Valerie moved her hips slowly, resuming their rhythm with a quiet thump, thump.
She rubbed inside gently, making soft sounds as she moved in longer strokes.
”Valerie, I’ll be with other women too,” Klock said.
”Mm, mm… What? Okay, I understand. Why say that now?” she asked, surprised.
”But don’t ever be with other men. Don’t even look at anyone else besides me.”
”What?! No way! I haven’t! Are you doubting me?” Valerie’s eyes widened, and she shook her head anxiously.
”It’s not like that. No matter what, stay with me. Don’t go anywhere else. I’ll take care of you. Forget everything from before.”
His promise sounded strange—like something you say to a close partner, not during love. But still, he meant it.
”Big bro…” Valerie whispered, blushing as she looked up at him. A happy smile played on her lips. “…Finally, you’ve noticed how much I mean to you.”
Valerie’s feelings were clear but quiet. She reached out with both hands, pulled Klock’s neck close, and gently pressed her lips to his.
A long, soft kiss.
”Mm… huh…”
It was a kiss like she was holding something precious, something she didn’t want to lose.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him, breathing fast through her nose, clinging like she never wanted to let go. Her whole body touched him like she was asking for comfort and warmth. Even her movements were gentle but full of care.
Inside, she held him close with a soft squeeze that felt like she was wrapping herself around him. Even though her hips barely moved, her body seemed to respond as if it was alive, giving him a feeling of closeness that went deeper than words.
Suddenly, her body moved in a strong, surprising way. It was like her whole being was reacting all at once.
”Ah! Haa! —Ahh♡.”
Valerie had reached a moment of deep happiness.
They hadn’t moved much physically—just stayed close, holding each other tightly, sharing a kiss.
Her breathing grew heavier, and she let out soft sounds she hadn’t shown in a while. Her body trembled gently with emotion.
Klock pulled her closer, wrapping his hand under her neck, holding her like a little sister who needed care, comforting her as tears quietly fell.
In response, Valerie hugged him back tightly, moving her hips slowly to keep their closeness alive. Even though she was the one being held down, she still found the strength to gently encourage him with small movements, wanting to keep this feeling going.
”Ah… Big bro… Please, move… please,” she whispered softly.
Was it because she cared? Or just her own wish? Even though she was still feeling the last moment of happiness, she wanted to keep going.
Klock smiled quietly, “You’re too much.”
He couldn’t wait anymore and began moving gently. Even without much movement, just holding her so close made everything feel so good.
He moved carefully, letting his body respond to her. His gentle touches and slow motions matched her soft movements perfectly.
”Big bro… ah… ha, ha, ha.”
She kissed his neck sweetly, making soft “chu, chu” sounds.
How long had it been since she felt this cared for? Maybe those words from before meant more than he thought.
”Ugh… so warm… you’re amazing. I’m going to take care of you, okay? No running away this time.”
Noticing his own feelings rising, he said it half-jokingly, but also seriously. He wasn’t planning to stop.
Her body tightened softly, almost like she was answering him without words.
”Ah! Come on, don’t stop! Please!”
Valerie’s voice was full of honest feelings.
A little sister’s quiet request.
He couldn’t say no.
He moved in slow circles, pressing gently and making sure she felt everything.
He carefully touched every part of her, feeling her respond warmly.
Her body, still glowing from earlier, clung to him like it wanted more.
”Ah, I’m close!”
He carefully moved deeper, wanting to fill her with comfort and warmth.
At the end, he stayed close, moving slowly inside her, sharing the moment fully, then gently letting go.
Despite all the moments before, his feelings poured out with strong emotion.
He moved with care, making sure she was safe and happy.
”Ah, ah, Big bro♡ I love you, Big bro Klock♡”
Valerie accepted him with open heart.
Her sweet voice trembled with happiness.
Even her body was relaxed and full of joy.
Feeling like it could go on forever, he finally slowed down.
Inside her softness, his heart beat with peace.
After a moment of calm happiness, a warm feeling wrapped them both.
”Big bro. I want more!”
”Too soon. Let’s be careful, okay? We don’t want surprises.”
”No way! My heart’s fluttering today. This one’s special, I can tell.”
He ruffled her hair playfully.
What was that flutter? A feeling only she could know? Maybe it was a sign.
If so, then it was something to accept.
There was no turning back now.
Besides, the choice was already made.
”Aniki, what do you think? Should we keep going?”
”No, this is the end for now. We’ll finish when I get back.”
She stood up, smiling softly, ready to stop.
Even in her sleepy state, she understood.
This was a church, a hiding place.
They were thieves, always watching their backs.
No time to stay longer.
Klock left the room quietly, ignoring the wet futon, not waking Sara.
Oriana hadn’t returned yet.
Notes:
• 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.
• Sara – Priestess, bishop’s daughter. Beautiful, defiant, careless. Intoxicated, carried by Klock. Status complicates her relationship with him.
• 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.
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