Volume 4 Chapter 4 Boredom On The Ship 2️⃣＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hmm… ah… kiss… softly…”
Inside the narrow cabin, the quiet sound of lips touching echoed softly in the air, like ripples on still water.
”Mmm… why are you doing this… all of a sudden… hmm…” Suzette whispered, pulling her parted lips away and placing them against Klock’s neck again in a small, gentle kiss.
It wasn’t deep. No tongue. Just a light touch that felt more like showing care than desire. Klock didn’t grab her chest, nor did his hands wander anywhere inappropriate. They simply held each other, exchanging soft, slow kisses.
”Hmm… just a little longer… ah… breath… mmm…” she murmured, as if caught in a daze.
Klock had followed after Suzette, and now he looked at her with surprise, startled by her reaction. Suzette looked back at him, her brows drawing together in clear confusion.
She hadn’t expected this.
She had planned to test him—wait for the sweet words he’d surely offer to soothe her anger. But instead of apologies or promises, Klock kissed her. Not roughly, not forcefully. Just… kissed her. Over and over.
If it had been just one kiss, she might have brushed it off. If he’d pushed her down and tried something, she would’ve shouted, kicked, screamed the usual sharp words she saved for him.
But Klock was different today.
He kept pressing his lips to hers. Softly. Patiently. With no end in sight.
”Smack… kiss… soft sounds…”
More than twenty minutes passed, maybe more. He hadn’t stopped. His lips stayed close. Never too strong. Never too far.
Suzette didn’t resist. She let him continue.
When he kissed her like that, maybe she thought—any second now, he would strip her. Force something on her. That he would use her weakness and take control of her body again. That she’d fall under his touch, like before. And if that happened, she’d lose herself in him.
So she had a plan. The moment he tried to push her down, she’d stop him. That was her decision.
But… how long was he going to keep this up?
The way he held her, the way he kissed her—it was too careful, too thoughtful. Even if it was an act, it felt strangely warm, like he meant it.
No, maybe not love.
But enough to confuse her.
And what’s more… he was blushing.
Maybe it really was time to move forward.
Suzette had only known men like Klock. Rough, arrogant. And Klock—he knew many women, not just her.
Their experiences were different. That was obvious.
Klock, using what he knew about Suzette, found the right way to act. And he shut her up with just kisses. At first, Suzette resisted. But slowly, she gave in.
Not with words. But with small, silent movements.
Reading her quiet responses, Klock gently guided her to sit down on the bed. Their lips were still connected. She followed without a word.
”Hmm… phew… I was ready to go further… mmm…” she sighed, eyes clouded from the overwhelming affection.
She tried to protest, but her arms reached around him instead, pulling him close.
There was no more struggle. Her body leaned into his.
In fact, she started to stick out her tongue a little, as if asking him for more.
Klock smiled at that, brushed her hair back, and gently stroked her head.
”You’re doing good,” he whispered, then leaned in and softly sucked on the tip of her tongue.
She let out a gentle, pleased sound.
So, she had forgiven him. At least a little.
When she gave her tongue willingly, it meant she was no longer being controlled. She had chosen to join him.
And from now, even if things moved further… she probably wouldn’t stop him.
Was it too easy?
Maybe.
But from the beginning, Suzette had already been his. She just didn’t want to admit it.
This was just a way to smooth things over before another argument.
If she felt lonely again, something like this would happen again.
”I’m taking this off,” Klock said quietly as he moved.
No need for small talk now.
They both understood each other.
But still, words had a place. Especially when someone’s mood was fragile. It was right to ask.
He gently laid her down, his hand slipping under her skirt.
Suzette didn’t resist. She raised her hips slightly, giving her silent answer.
Seeing that, Klock carefully, slowly pulled her underwear down. His fingers moved with the lightest touch, as if handling something delicate.
Now then—how should he continue?
Should he go straight to the end?
No, not yet.
Beneath the light fabric of her clothes, her skin was warm. A faint shimmer of moisture showed how much the kissing had affected her.
She had allowed him this far, but there was still something between them.
The root of the problem hadn’t been solved.
She wanted to be treated with care. To feel important. Suzette’s anger came from feeling ignored.
And Klock knew that.
He wanted to answer that properly.
Still, getting upset just because he was with Adelina in the morning—it felt a bit much. But maybe he had gone too far.
He lifted her body a little with one arm, holding her gently like a child. He looked into her red face and kissed her again.
They had kissed many times already, but it felt new every time.
While keeping her lips busy, he slipped one hand under her clothes again and touched her body with care.
”Mmm…!! Ah, wait──mmph…!!” Suzette gasped, grabbing at his arm weakly.
She seemed embarrassed being held that way while touched.
Her hands tried to stop him, but not with force. She wasn’t really fighting back.
He ignored the light resistance, pulled her closer, and continued kissing her while letting his fingers move along her warmth.
If roles were reversed, maybe it’d be called something silly—like a “kiss therapy” session.
”Hey, you’re… doing too much,” Suzette said, her voice shaking.
”Relax, I’ll make you feel good,” Klock replied, brushing her hair back.
”Don’t… please… don’t…” she whispered, but her voice lacked strength.
Her embarrassment showed in the way she tried to close her legs. She clung to his arm, half-heartedly pushing him away.
Klock sighed, pulled her into a tight hug, and pressed her close to his chest.
Without seeing her face, he let his hand keep moving.
He rubbed her softly, carefully, tracing the shape of her with practiced ease. He found the small sensitive spot and gave it a gentle press.
At the same time, his finger slid inside with the softest motion, stroking the inner walls with slow patience while his thumb kept moving outside.
Her body started to tremble, small shakes running through her.
She was almost there. The way her breathing quickened and her grip weakened made it clear.
Suzette stopped trying to resist.
She let him hold her like that. Her face rested against his chest, and her legs parted just enough to show she was ready to accept what he offered.
Klock smiled to himself.
So far, so good.
And now, anyone would feel the same.
Right before the edge, you want it to be finished properly. You expect it.
He watched her closely, her body showing signs of release. The room was quiet except for the faint wet sound of kisses and breaths.
Her hips started to lift.
Just as she reached for the peak—
”…Huh?” Klock whispered, stopping his hand.
”Suzette, I have a question,” he said casually, still holding her like that.
This was part of negotiation. He knew the moment was perfect.
To get her to agree, to make her yield—this was the timing.
”I told you before, I’d be with both of you,” he said, staring into her eyes. “So why are you upset? I planned to sleep with Adelina and you. That’s all.”
He really was cruel.
This wasn’t just teasing—it was a hostage situation.
Suzette, caught between feelings and unfinished pleasure, looked up at him with glassy eyes.
She had been so close. And now, it was pulled away.
She gave up trying to act calm.
”B-but… of course I’d be angry,” she said, tears forming as she spoke. “We were supposed to sleep together, but I woke up alone. I felt… abandoned. How could you not see that? You were off somewhere, with her.”
”…I see,” Klock said quietly.
Tears, partly from the intense feelings earlier, now rolled down her cheeks.
The timing made it look like sadness.
But it was deeper than that.
Morning was supposed to be special. Lovers should wake up side by side. Gentle. Warm.
But he hadn’t been there.
And knowing he had been with another woman that same morning…
Of course she’d feel lonely. Jealous. Hurt.
It was normal. And Klock realized that.
He hadn’t done right by her.
”And last night too,” Suzette continued, her voice almost a whisper. “You were with Adelina again, weren’t you? Do you like her that much?”
”…Huh?” Klock responded, caught off guard.
”What? Did you think I didn’t notice?” she asked, eyes narrowing. “I saw you. You were with her while she was asleep. I saw you moving on her.”
He froze.
He couldn’t answer.
Apparently… she had seen everything.
He’d been too focused on Adelina and hadn’t realized Suzette was watching.
So that meant…
He had shown it to her twice—once last night, and once again this morning.
”I see…” Klock muttered, lowering his gaze. He now understood. No wonder she was angry. It made sense.
From her point of view, it must have looked like Adelina always came first.
No wonder Suzette was sulking.
”Well… I just couldn’t sleep,” Klock said, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “She used to be my slave, so I thought… if I spent the night with her, I might fall asleep easier. It’s just something I got used to from back then, you know?”
He hadn’t planned to say it, but the words tumbled out before he could stop them.
As soon as they left his mouth, he realized how terrible they sounded.
Hearing it, Suzette’s face twisted slightly. She looked at him like he was speaking a language she didn’t want to understand.
”…A habit, you say?” she asked, her voice quiet but sharp. “So, even back then… you were forcing yourself on her? Taking advantage of her because she couldn’t say no?”
He flinched.
Why had Adelina been a slave? Why had he freed her?
None of those questions mattered to Suzette in this moment. She brushed them aside completely, focusing only on Klock’s behavior.
With limited information, Suzette pieced things together with startling clarity.
And the result… was an answer far too close to the truth.
”…No,” Klock replied quietly, shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant…”
”I see,” Suzette said flatly, her eyes narrowing. “I’ve been watching. Since the moment you had your face between her legs, I’ve been watching.”
”No, no,” Klock stammered, waving his hands quickly. “That was just… foreplay… It didn’t mean anything.”
”I watched the whole thing,” she said, her voice cutting like ice. “You buried your face between her thighs, ignored her silence, and then, using her kindness, you kept going. You were so deep in it you didn’t even notice me standing there.”
The dreamy tone she’d carried before was completely gone. What replaced it was a sharpness—a sadistic kind of smile, like someone revealing the villain’s face in a drama.
”Oh, and you said something else, didn’t you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “You told me to become your servant. I thought it was a stupid joke at the time… but now, I see. You really wanted to take away my right to refuse, didn’t you?”
It had been a joke.
But explaining that now felt pointless.
Besides… wasn’t her sharpness the real problem here?
There was no way to talk this out anymore.
To stop her from saying anything else, Klock slowly reached out his hand and resumed what he’d been doing before.
The touches that had stopped earlier now continued. Gentle, deliberate strokes filled the air with soft, slick sounds once again.
”Mmm?!” Suzette exclaimed, blinking in surprise.
But her mouth curved into a knowing smirk.
”If she couldn’t say no, then it’s easy to get what you want, isn’t it?” she said, her tone mocking. “Was it fun, being with someone who couldn’t resist? You must have felt powerful. And now, you’re doing the same thing to me. I guess you prefer women who can’t fight back, don’t you?”
She spoke with clear disdain.
Yet her words weren’t completely wrong.
Even though it wasn’t exactly a matter of preference, he couldn’t deny the convenience of it.
A noble lady who only visits once a week, dressed in lace and full of pride… versus a girl from the fields, who wears rags and works with rough hands. One was clean and proper. The other was always nearby.
Even in kindness, there were limits. Even in love, there were barriers.
Without a word, Klock warmed her core again. His pace—slow, then steady—was not rushed. He touched where she was weakest, where she was most honest.
”Ah… I get it now,” Suzette whispered, her breath catching. “You can only charm women who are beneath you. Because you’re powerless yourself. No money, no status… no woman would ever look your way otherwise. You’re… really pathetic.”
Her words struck something inside him.
And though she missed a few details, most of what she said was true.
Women notice everything. They don’t miss the small things. And Suzette had been watching him more closely than he’d realized.
Maybe it was because she knew he might be the one who put life inside her.
”Shut up, you annoying little—” Klock growled, glaring down at her. “So what if you’re right? Just stay still and let me handle this.”
Even her admirable traits had an edge now—sharp enough to cut.
She couldn’t be treated gently anymore.
Just like that night… the night they argued under the moonlight.
He grabbed her more firmly, rough in his actions. It wasn’t kindness. It wasn’t careful.
”You’re the worst,” Suzette muttered between breaths. “So defiant… how disgusting… mmm…”
There was no point in pretending anymore.
She already knew what kind of man he was.
Holding her tightly, Klock moved with purpose. The sounds of their closeness grew louder.
Her body, not yet cooled from earlier, began to tremble again—another climax on the horizon.
She looked up at him, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.
”E-even if you do this…” she gasped, “you’re still just—!”
”Be quiet,” Klock said firmly, pulling her closer and sealing her lips with his own.
In that instant, Suzette’s body shook violently.
”Hnn—mmmmm!”
She clung to him as if afraid to fall. Her fingers pressed into his back, gripping him tightly.
Her upper body trembled gently.
But below, her hips rocked wildly. The bed creaked beneath her as her body lost control.
Even though he hadn’t gone all the way, her body responded as if it had.
He could feel it. She was trying to hold back… but he wouldn’t let her.
Klock kissed her again, his lips pressed deep.
He wasn’t finished yet.
His hand moved with relentless focus. Not too harsh, not too soft. Enough to keep her on the edge.
Even after her peak had passed, he continued.
She whimpered softly, trying to pull away.
But he held her still, his hand refusing to stop.
”Stop… it’s too much…” Suzette gasped, her hands trembling.
But he ignored her.
He slipped his leg between hers to keep them apart. One hand pinned her waist. The other kept moving with steady rhythm.
And then—
Her body jolted. A warm burst escaped from her.
”Oi, Suzette,” Klock said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you leaking?”
It wasn’t what she feared. But it had happened. He had caused it.
To others, it would look like an accident. But both of them knew it wasn’t.
Realizing what she had done, her cheeks flushed red. A new layer of shame crept over her face.
”Nnngh… y-you…!”
”Huh?” Klock smirked, tilting his head. “Do you always break like this when someone tells you to? Are you a kid?”
Of course not. Only an adult could respond like that.
He teased her with words, but his hand still lingered.
Suzette tried to squirm away, but his fingers continued to move.
Even as she reached her limit, he didn’t stop.
Even her breath, ragged and desperate, wasn’t enough to make him pause.
Her body shivered again. Drool slipped from her lips. She gasped for air.
Still, he kept going.
Until finally, her struggle softened. Her breaths became slower. Her legs, once tense, now parted willingly.
Her eyes, clouded with feeling, looked up at him with a strange mix of surrender and defiance.
Seeing the timing, Klock slowly withdrew his hand.
”…I’m going in,” he said, his voice low. “No. I’m using you. Open your legs.”
He stood up and began undressing.
When his body was fully revealed, she watched without saying a word.
Seeing her reaction—how her eyes followed him—he stepped closer.
He said nothing else.
Just moved forward.
There was no affection in his touch. No sweet words.
Just silence. A statement of intent.
And even as he offered nothing, Suzette raised her trembling legs—and let him in.
Notes:
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Adelina – The slave girl.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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