Volume 5 Chapter 5 Divergence Point＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
…the sting lingered faintly.
She opened her eyes slowly, wrapped in the comforting warmth of someone behind her.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves outside the small cave, casting golden patterns along the stone floor. Birds chirped cheerfully beyond the entrance, their song echoing gently through the forest. The scent of smoldering wood still lingered in the air, wafting from the campfire embers. She yawned without meaning to.
Something was… trickling.
She gathered her strength and pushed her body upright, sluggish and sore. A subtle warmth escaped from between her thighs. Curious and a little apprehensive, she slipped a hand between her legs. Her fingers came away damp, coated in something white and sticky.
So this is what it means… to belong to him, she thought, staring at her hand.
She turned her head and saw him lying beside her, still asleep. Sir Klock. The man who made her feel alive. The man who stirred something fierce and tender in her heart. Just being close to him made her pulse quicken, filled her with a joy that made her eyes sting.
Waking beside him felt unreal.
Have I ever been this happy before?
Carefully, she placed her hand over his. A light touch. Even that simple contact was enough to make her breath catch. Her thoughts wandered—Would he be upset if he woke now? Would he see her gentle affection as presumptuous? Just a slave acting above her station?
But it didn’t matter.
For now, I’m still a slave, she reminded herself. But that’s only temporary. I’ll become his. Truly. I’ll prove I belong by his side.
* * *
The beginning had been far from romantic.
Their paths crossed in a crumbling, half-forgotten village—a place freer, in its decay, than the harsh and hopeless street she had once called home. It wasn’t a reunion. It was their first meeting. A chance encounter. A thief passing by. A slave standing still.
She had known him from afar. Dreamt of him. Longed for him. But he, of course, had no idea who she was.
At first, he hadn’t even looked her way. His attention had been drawn instead to a merchant’s warehouse. She was invisible to him.
That was her first and greatest trial—to capture his attention.
If she failed here, she knew she wouldn’t recover. She would have no future.
So she took a risk.
With trembling hands, she parted the long hair that usually hid her face. She knew her features drew men’s eyes—her beauty had always been her one tool. Her hidden weapon.
She waited until he exited the warehouse. Then, composed and silent, she stepped into his path.
The moment he saw her face, he stopped. There was curiosity in his eyes. Maybe he saw value—something he could sell or use. Moments later, without hesitation, he took the slave contract from the merchant and claimed her as his.
She had passed the first trial.
She had tried to remain calm, as if she had predicted this outcome all along. But inside, her heart soared with relief and quiet joy.
Before they left the village, she was treated as merchandise.
Inspected, measured. A woman’s worth determined by what she could endure and what she could offer. Her clothing was stripped away, and she stood exposed as hands evaluated her body. Her face flushed with shame, and she wanted nothing more than to hide—but she endured.
That was how she became his follower.
She had waited so long for this chance. As they walked away from the village, she followed behind him, holding back tears of gratitude and disbelief. The suffering she had endured was finally over. At last, she was near him.
They didn’t walk far.
By twilight, they found shelter in a small cave suitable for camping. She knew what this meant. Another test. A more intimate one.
Would she be worth keeping?
She waited. Nervous. Anticipating. When he finally turned to her, he did not hesitate. He embraced her and took what he wanted. Her mind blanked. Her breath caught. And before she could fully process it, the moment had passed.
She was his.
The pain was immense.
She had known it would hurt—prepared herself mentally for the possibility—but reality was far harsher than anything she’d imagined.
I should have checked with my foresight, she thought bitterly. I assumed submission would be enough. I was wrong.
She hadn’t wanted to see her own first time, and so she hadn’t used her ability. She’d avoided the truth.
As a result, things had not gone smoothly. Though he took her, she could not offer him the proper care, the kind of attention that marked a partner of true value. That failure haunted her.
Nightly intimacy was crucial.
If she couldn’t satisfy him, if she fell short, she could be cast aside. After coming so far, she couldn’t let herself fail.
I need to practice.
She thought of the other women—those he had met, or would meet.
Holy Knight Tiet. Princess Hermine. A prostitute. A maid. An adventurer. She would surpass them all. Even if she couldn’t be his first choice, she wanted to be remembered. Cherished. At least… second.
Her only advantage was her ability—Future Sight.
Each morning, he would reach for her without hesitation. It had become routine. Her chance to lessen the weight of yesterday’s failure, to give him a reason to see her as more than a tool.
I’ll use this time wisely, she resolved. I’ll experiment. Analyze. Practice until I get it right.
──Okay.
She slapped her cheeks lightly, gathering focus, then pushed her magic to its limit.
────Skill Activation: Future Sight
In her vision, he stirred.
He reached for her almost immediately. His movements were assertive, his desire undeniable. She received him, her body responding even before her thoughts could catch up. He embraced her from behind, possessive and firm.
The act repeated in her mind again and again. She watched it over. Studied it. Learned when to lift her hips, how to tilt her legs, when to brace herself.
Each time he moved, she adjusted, improving.
Though the real moment had passed, she rehearsed it dozens of times—five, ten, twenty—each loop refining her understanding.
She studied his preferences. Memorized his rhythm. Even practiced how to use her mouth, how to follow his cues, how to respond with grace and precision.
Over time, she improved.
Eventually, in one vision, he paused and looked down at her, confused. “Were you really a virgin?” he muttered, as if doubting her innocence.
That doubt thrilled her. It meant progress. She was becoming better.
She returned to the original timeline, body still and unmoving. But her hand was entwined with his. At some point, she had reached for him unconsciously—clinging, even though she hadn’t meant to.
Just watching is exhausting, she realized. Dozens of intimate repetitions had left her mentally drained, though her body had done nothing.
She felt full. Emotionally, physically. Saturated with the imagined weight of his presence, his acceptance.
Would Sir Klock praise me if he knew? she wondered.
She was beginning to understand what it meant to devote oneself fully to a man. To serve not just physically, but with heart and soul.
It was fulfilling.
Being near him, being chosen—even in the smallest way—filled her with a joy so powerful it bordered on pain.
I practiced.
She wanted to tell him that. Wanted him to stroke her head, pull her close, and whisper that she had done well.
But for now, she said nothing.
Because she was still just a slave.
A woman existing only to satisfy a need, hoping that one day, she would become something more.
* * *
”…hn.”
How much time had passed?
She hurried back to her original position, startled by the sound of his real voice. He was moving behind her.
It seemed the moment had come—he was waking up while she had been absorbed in practice.
”How’s your voice doing? Can you speak now?” he asked gently.
Hearing his words stirred something deeply in her heart.
A subtle memory of future moments blurred her thoughts—since they had just shared intimacy, she almost reached out instinctively.
Stay grounded in the present.
”Come over here for a sec.”
She was summoned by his calm voice, moving closer without hesitation.
His hand immediately found its way to her, resting with familiarity and care.
A quiet breath escaped her lips.
Every touch felt meaningful now. Yesterday, nerves had held her back, but today she welcomed the affection with quiet joy.
It must be the result of practice.
She was learning not only to receive but also to give.
Yes, it’s time to respond.
She reached out and touched the place that marked their closeness, through her clothes.
Just as she had anticipated, he was ready.
He was fully awake and attentive.
It’s endearing how the body responds.
He was firm beneath her hand, and she smiled to herself, pleased to have such an effect.
With gentle care, she removed his pants. He didn’t resist—his silence was permission.
She leaned in and welcomed him with her lips.
The scent of him was warm and natural. She gave a small, amused hum.
Thanks to her practice, it was easier now. She took him fully, breathing in the moment, feeling the connection deepen.
She lingered for a moment, letting her mouth gently warm him. Her tongue explored tenderly, tracing patterns with care.
She focused only on the feeling, not on any sounds or sights—putting her knowledge to use.
Soft, quiet sounds filled the space.
Though a little shy, she knew this was what he enjoyed.
He was a man familiar with many women and appreciated someone confident and sincere.
She wanted to show him her dedication.
Holding his hips gently, she moved with intention—slow and sure. Her tongue traced his skin, inviting him to relax and enjoy.
He shifted, leaning back slightly, clearly more comfortable. She saw the subtle signs of his pleasure.
Encouraged, she continued, expressing herself through gentle, thoughtful movements.
”Kh…!”
He gave a brief sound of release.
His hands rested lightly on her head, guiding her gently.
Warmth spread in quiet waves.
His release came sooner than before, and he held the moment with care.
He looked down at her with soft eyes.
I like you, he felt deeply.
The words were too precious to say aloud. Instead, he whispered, “I love you.”
I love you.
Their feelings intertwined, exchanged in silence and gentle trust.
She accepted him fully, returning the affection with a tender swallow and calm breath.
I like you. I like you. I love you.
Each moment was a quiet promise, a tender exchange of devotion.
They seemed like a couple deeply in love, sharing without words.
When the moment passed, she pressed a soft kiss and let go with care.
”I hope that felt good,” she said softly. “I hope you’re satisfied.”
She sat back proudly, facing him. She had given her best with no expectations but the hope he felt her sincerity.
She knew he might take the lead now, but she welcomed it. She wanted to be seen and appreciated.
He felt the same. His confidence grew.
No one else, he thought, could compare to her.
Not yet perfect, but I will become that man for you.
Show me your feelings.
Tell me you see me.
Let me know you need me.
He kept these hopes quiet, preparing for what was next.
But then—
”…Tch.”
A sharp sound broke the moment.
A tongue click—quick and annoyed.
He blinked in confusion.
Had he made that sound? It seemed unfamiliar.
—Huh?
His vision shifted abruptly.
His arm was grabbed and pulled. Without time to react, he was gently laid down onto the blanket.
Startled, he looked up, unsure what had just happened.
This wasn’t how things were meant to go.
She rolled onto her side, but before she could react, he pulled her legs into a quadruped position. Then, grabbing her waist firmly, he pulled her close, entering her in a single, swift motion.
Her whole body jerked in response to the sudden sensation. Something moved inside her without warning, leaving her unable to cry out or even breathe.
”Don’t get cocky. Do you even know your place? You’re just a kid,” he said sharply.
Her mind went blank at the unexpected reprimand. Why? Why had she upset him? She had thought she had served him properly, yet somehow she had failed.
What had just happened? She couldn’t comprehend it as his movements began. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the small, rock-carved cave.
Why? Why? Why?
His movements were rough and urgent. No matter how much she wanted to go along with it, she could tell this wasn’t done out of care. Yesterday’s encounter had been far more considerate. This felt almost like a violation.
”Listen here. You’re only good for serving your master. Remember that, and learn your place.”
His harsh words sparked a surge of anger within her, a chill running down her spine. She had done something wrong. She had deviated from the future she’d foreseen, and it was obvious she had upset him. Instead of being doted on, she was in a difficult situation.
No. No, no, no. Why? Where had she gone wrong? More importantly, she couldn’t afford to be hated here. This was bad. What should she do?
When upset, one loses appetite. It was similar now—a wave of anxiety washing over her, leaving her mind in chaos, oblivious to everything else.
Before she knew it, she felt him pulsing inside her. He had finished, yet she had been so lost in thought she hadn’t even noticed.
It was inside her.
What should have been a step toward happiness felt dry and flavorless. With her future sight, she’d been certain he’d eventually stay by her side. Without that guarantee, she feared their relationship would be fleeting.
She realized she had been too cocky. She wasn’t even close to being a proper wife, let alone a concubine. Perhaps her role was simply that of a companion until they reached the next town.
Why… why had the future changed? She had no idea.
She bit back the urge to cry, determined to understand the situation. He had just finished, and after a light yawn, he turned his gaze toward the evening sun outside, as if already forgetting their encounter. It was clear his thoughts had already moved on to the journey ahead.
She was discarded because she was fundamentally unnecessary. Before being discarded, her fate would be decided based on whether she could improve his impression of her. It was a bit heartless, but he wouldn’t risk bringing a stranger on his travels unless she met certain conditions.
…Damn it, this was awful.
Usually, he’d definitely keep her around, but Mr. Klock didn’t have the luxury of time right now. It was all that blasted hero’s fault. If he broke up with her, she’d curse that woman to death.
She doesn’t hate her at all. When Teekua told her about her, she was genuinely surprised. She had some sympathetic points, so she didn’t think of obstructing her, though she was a fool.
She was an incredibly hard worker above all else. If anything, it was more convenient to have her around.
A hero, huh. A real hero. She should stop relying so much on her future vision and try harder myself.
Mr. Klock clicked his neck. He adjusted his lower garments and turned toward her. She leaped at him to stop him, embracing his lower half. His relaxed member slipped into her mouth.
”What are you doing? We don’t have to do this today. We should be preparing to leave,” he said, already determined to end it like this.
He seemed to have lost interest in her body and was focused on escaping. She had to stop him.
She thought she wanted to affirm his intentions in every way possible. She believed that was the pinnacle of service and considered herself an extension of him, always half a step behind.
But she realized something else. The real her was much more selfish. Her feelings were premised on being loved in return. If that wasn’t going to be the case, she wanted him to notice her, even if it meant obstructing his wishes. To her, her feelings were more important than his.
She guessed she wasn’t much different from Hero Anna—Cianie. She was quite the spoiled brat too, though a bit annoying.
”Hey, you wanna use it?” he asked, swallowing him and asserting herself strongly.
She clung to him as he leaned back slightly, telling him with her actions that she wouldn’t let go until he called her cute and said he liked her.
”All right, all right. I get it,” he said, seeming to understand her intention and feelings, granting permission for this act. He lightly ran his fingers through her hair, signaling his consent.
Yes! She still had a chance.
Sometimes a woman needed to assert herself. He might prefer a submissive woman who silently followed him, but she realized it was okay to pull on his sleeve now and then.
All right, one more time. She would try again.
She didn’t have time to consult her future vision. Watching would paralyze her, and since she was about to serve him, she focused all her effort on what she could do.
Inside his mouth, she licked gently, making quick, light movements with her tongue. She focused on stimulating him slowly and carefully.
The scent of intimacy filled her nose, and she felt warmth dripping down her thighs. She ignored it and concentrated entirely on her tongue and lips, silently pleading with him not to let this be a fleeting moment.
She felt him grow firmer against her tongue. Once fully firm, she gripped the base and teased the tip with her lips, sucking and licking as if giving him a kiss.
”That’s enough. Lie down,” he said, perhaps because she had clung to him, giving the order aloud this time.
He wanted to hold her again. Oral was out of the question—they were going for something more intimate.
She quickly let go and lay down on the blanket, showing her willingness to submit and let him do as he pleased.
She reminded herself not to overdo the cute acts, lest she seem too eager, which might be misunderstood.
She wondered how forceful he would be, but without commenting on her movements, he simply loomed over her. This time, she would face him fully.
He aligned himself at her entrance once more and slowly entered her again, as boldly as before.
Gentle. She thought, relieved.
It seemed he was no longer angry.
This time, it wasn’t as rough as before. Slowly and sensually, he moved inside her.
Perhaps because she felt his kindness, a shiver ran up her spine. Yesterday, she had been too focused on discomfort to notice anything, and it had ended before she could make sense of it. But this time, she clearly felt the sensation spreading from her core.
Their eyes met, and at that same moment, she felt her hips pull back slightly. A sudden, overwhelming wave of shame washed over her, making her acutely aware of how embarrassingly exposed she was.
Oh dear… oh dear me. This is so embarrassing. Please don’t look at my face.
A shiver ran through her body, and she clearly felt the warmth stirring in her stomach. As he entered her again, a tingling sensation rose within her. His gaze felt like a sharp stab, piercing right through her, leaving her incredibly shy.
She was certain he could tell—that he knew how she was feeling, that she was enjoying it—and her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment.
He had been with other women before her, after all. Of course he would understand how it felt when he was inside. He must be well aware.
Her nipples were hard beneath the fabric of her Theocracy attire. If he touched them, she would not be able to deny it.
Once more, despite his gentle touch, she was oblivious to him. This time, shame consumed her entirely as she struggled between the pleasant sensation and her embarrassment. She turned her face away and closed her eyes, too overwhelmed by the desire to escape his gaze.
A soft, breathy sound escaped her lips.
Suddenly, a sharp sensation pierced her chest.
He had pinched her nipple through the fabric, grasping the erect bud and rubbing it teasingly between his fingers. He had noticed—he held the proof of her pleasure in his hands and now teased her mercilessly.
Her body jumped in response. She felt heat spreading in her lower abdomen.
The quiet, intimate sounds around them grew louder. It couldn’t just be residual from earlier—this had to be her own response.
Oh dear, I want this to end soon.
The rhythmic sounds grew more urgent with each motion. Soon, she covered her face with both hands, unable to bear the embarrassment, but he showed no sign of slowing.
Was he savoring her body, her womanhood? Though embarrassed, she wanted him to find it pleasurable.
Her thoughts turned hazy, the tingling sensation overwhelming her. She realized, dimly, that she hadn’t fully understood what intimacy was before now.
With a deep thrust, his hips pressed firmly against hers, and she felt a distinct movement deep inside her.
He was releasing himself. She understood immediately.
He pressed the tip of himself against the deepest part of her, sharing himself fully. As if acknowledging that her womb was the right place, he gave himself to her completely.
Her breath caught as she thought, So much of it…!
I love you. I love you so much.
Your release feels cool. Please, don’t stop. I will take it all.
As if responding to her silent plea, his rhythm continued. With every pulse, she felt overwhelming affection flood through her. She had come to love him so deeply that she abandoned her reservations and embraced him tightly.
With his weight pressing down on her, she placed gentle kisses on his neck and collarbone, close to his mouth.
Her emotions ran wild, making her feel giddy. She poured out her overflowing affection through soft kisses, not letting go even after his motions ceased, remaining connected to him.
* * *
This feels right.
After a long, satisfying act, he chose to rest for a moment, exhausted. He carefully stripped her bare, keeping himself inside her while stimulating her breasts with his mouth—an intimate and tender afterplay.
Enjoying the quiet aftermath, his mouth pressed gently against her breast as he began to drift to sleep.
She looked so peaceful, almost like a child. Perhaps this was what it felt like to have a lover.
Shaking off such thoughts, she focused on glimpsing the future in this fleeting moment.
She realized things had taken an unexpected turn—not only had she managed to improve his mood, but she was now on the companion path once more.
Whether it was because of this encounter or what followed, she could see a clear path leading toward pregnancy.
Suddenly faced with this unexpected development, it was as if an opponent had made a decisive checkmate. There were hardly any challenges left.
All that remained was to travel to the beast nation and enter the sealed world of The Paradise of Ys with him. The future would be set in stone, like a butterfly pinned to a board.
The world would be saved without her intervention, and they could live in peace—a dream she had once cherished, where someone would come and take her to paradise. Though that dream would not come true, she believed an even greater happiness awaited her.
The radiant scenes Teekua had shown her, the moments she had dreamed of for seventeen years. But what she truly desired was not the life she had known, nor the chase itself.
Being sought after by him was indeed exhilarating.
I’m sorry, my brave hero. You’ll probably make your way to paradise on your own. In the end, we’ll reconcile. But until then, let me keep you all to myself.
Her breasts were decently sized—not too small for her figure. Watching him close his eyes as he pinched her nipples between his lips made her feel loving and protective.
She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
He didn’t wake or notice. She tightened her embrace slightly, holding him close as if they were lovers, and decided to rest for a while.
* * *
No, no. This is completely useless. It’s pointless, you idiot. What’s this about living peacefully together? There’s no way I’d forgive you.
In the darkness, something flickered—a strong will that seemed both agitated and exhilarated.
Her brother overflowed with manly spirit, so naturally, he would take the hero’s path.
Besides, you’re mistaken. What did Teekua tell you?
A voice echoed inside her mind.
A girl with mixed red and blue hair appeared, interpreting someone’s thoughts.
I don’t know. I don’t understand what she’s saying.
Her words struck like a hammer, shattering the conclusion she had drawn after seventeen years of patience and perseverance—devilish words undermining all her efforts.
Notes:
• Hermine – Daughter of the Emperor of the Second Empire of Dusselhelm. A companion and friend of Anna. The mage. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
• 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.
• Anna – The legendary Hero, chosen to defeat the Demon Lord. Her past life is Sylvia Croce. She is described as a heavenly being with overwhelming skill and a merciless attitude.
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