Volume 8 Chapter 45 Crossed Hearts with Cianie ② ◆
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Don’t mess with me!” Klock snapped. “You’re my woman, aren’t you? What’s with that outfit, parading around like that?”
The bed creaked under their weight, a faint rhythm of movement echoing with each breath.
”You’re dressed so a slight tug on your underwear would do the trick,” Klock growled, his voice low and rough. “It’s way too easy to get to you. Don’t mess with me, Cianie—you’re mine. Wear something longer!”
Cianie’s tone was calm, almost detached. “You don’t usually nag like this.”
She leaned back on the bed, her body relaxed, hips swaying slightly. Even as Klock scolded her, her expression remained unchanged, unruffled by the heat of the moment.
Cianie lay face-down, still in her armor, though it barely covered her. Klock pressed against her, his movements deliberate, driven by frustration and desire.
”What’s with this flimsy thing anyway?” he demanded, holding up her underwear. “It’s practically see-through! That tiny skirt and this? Were you planning to show off to other guys or something?”
He dangled the fabric in front of her before pocketing it. Cianie let out a small “Ah,” like a child caught misbehaving, as he confiscated it.
”Even a Hero shouldn’t wear stuff like this,” Klock said. “No more short skirts, got it?”
”I’ll think about it,” Cianie replied, her voice light but firm.
”Think about it?” Klock’s tone sharpened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Cianie’s response carried a hint of defiance, leaving no room for compromise. Klock frowned.
What’s with her today? he wondered. She’s usually so obedient, never talking back like this. Could she actually be fed up with me?
Cianie had followed him through lifetimes, her devotion to Klock unmatched. Still, even her loyalty had limits. If he kept chasing other women, it wouldn’t be surprising if she grew tired of him.
Her ears were slightly flushed, and her skin carried a faint warmth, slick with a trace of sweat.
Cianie let him take the lead, her body responding despite her cool demeanor. Her womanhood was ready, allowing him to move freely, though her face remained expressionless—a familiar sight, but today it felt different, almost unsettling.
A soft moan escaped her lips, barely audible. “Mmm…”
Their bodies were in sync, even if their emotions weren’t. Klock pressed deeper, each movement deliberate, until the tension built to its peak.
He pushed harder, savoring the sensation, her soft curves yielding beneath him.
”Ngh!” Cianie gasped, her voice catching as he reached his limit.
The release was intense, a flood of pent-up frustration pouring out. Her body tightened around him, a lover’s embrace, familiar yet overwhelming.
Her hips trembled slightly, a sweet sound slipping from her lips, igniting Klock’s desire further.
”No escaping me,” he growled, pinning her down.
Cianie let out a muffled cry, her body pressed beneath his weight. He dominated the moment, claiming her fully as he continued.
Her body clung to him, drawing him in with every movement. Klock exhaled sharply, overwhelmed by the intensity, fighting to keep control.
The release was relentless, fueled by familiarity and the comfort of her presence. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her body responding instinctively.
Cianie arched slightly, her skin glistening, her breath uneven. Even if her attitude seemed distant, her body told a different story—she was fully engaged.
Klock pressed on, savoring every moment until he was spent, her body still trembling faintly beneath him.
”Done already?” Cianie asked, rolling onto her back.
She gazed up at him, her face flushed but her expression unyielding. The air between them was heavy, charged with the aftermath.
”That’s all for your punishment?” she teased.
”What’s that supposed to mean?” Klock shot back.
”Tomorrow, maybe I’ll show more skin,” Cianie said, her tone defiant. “Armor’s just for show anyway. I don’t get hurt, and no one’s watching.”
Her words hung in the air, leaving Klock speechless. She sat up, tugging at her armor’s straps, letting it fall to the floor.
Her skin was flawless, her form almost otherworldly. Despite their history, she still seemed untouched, her beauty stirring something primal in Klock.
”You don’t care about me anymore,” Cianie said, her voice low. “Our dates feel like obligations. Your mind’s on other women—princesses, whoever—while I’m left with this half-hearted punishment.”
Klock cut her off, pressing himself against her, the bed creaking under their weight.
”That’s not true,” he said, his voice softer now. “So you think you’d wear something like that if I didn’t care?”
”It’s not about that,” Cianie replied, her eyes narrowing. “What matters is who you’re looking at. That’s everything to me.”
Her gaze pierced him, and for a moment, he faltered. But he gritted his teeth, understanding her at last.
She hadn’t changed. She was still the same Cianie, worried only about his attention. The circumstances around them had shifted, not her.
”Don’t test me,” Klock said, his voice firm. “You know how much I—”
”Lectures are boring,” Cianie interrupted.
She reached for him, her hand finding him still ready. She moved deliberately, her touch reigniting the tension.
”If you’re really mad, prove it,” she said. “Show me what I shouldn’t do.”
Klock opened his mouth to respond, but Cianie continued.
”It’s your fault for chasing other women,” she said. “You promised to marry me, but you’re always with someone else. If you don’t show me I matter, I might forget how to be yours.”
Klock silenced her, pressing himself closer, their bodies reconnecting.
”I never meant to ignore you,” he said.
”Liar,” Cianie shot back, her expression unchanged but her tone heavy with emotion.
”You sent me to keep watch while you were with Suzette in the tent,” she said. “When she stopped coming, you moved on to those village girls—Rachel and Kaitney. It’s cruel. I’m your lover, but you leave me out while you’re with them.”
”No, no, that’s not it,” Klock protested. “You’ve got it wrong.”
So she knew about the march, he thought. The village girls—Rachel and Kaitney. Had she known everything all along?
”Are you tired of me?” Cianie asked, her voice soft but piercing.
”Not at all,” Klock said, moving closer. “I’m still savoring you.”
Their bodies moved together, the conversation serious but their actions uninterrupted. Stopping now felt like it would escalate things too far.
”Why don’t you hold me more, then?” Cianie asked. “I’m always waiting for you. It’s not just about the physical stuff—though I love that with you. I’m your lover. I’d do anything for you, even if it’s hard. But you—”
”I get it, I get it!” Klock said, cutting her off. “I messed up.”
He kissed her, half to reassure her, half to avoid the guilt. She didn’t pull away, wrapping her arms around him.
He couldn’t ignore her words. She wasn’t just any woman—she was his main partner. He hadn’t been attentive enough, especially with others in the picture.
”Sorry,” Klock said. “On the way to Conro, I didn’t want to burden you. You’re the Hero, the symbol of Brigante. If you were caught up with me during the march, it’d kill the soldiers’ morale.”
”So Rachel and Kaitney were just for stress relief, not new lovers?” Cianie asked.
”Uh… yeah, something like that,” Klock said, wincing at how it sounded.
”So in town, you’ll make time for me?” she pressed, her eyes searching his.
”So, you’ll make time for me while we’re in town?” Cianie asked, her voice steady but searching.
”Yeah, of course,” Klock said, his tone softening. “Heck, I could stay with you all night.”
”Do that,” she replied, her eyes locking onto his. “Don’t let me go until morning.”
His impulsive words had backed him into a corner. Staying the night? He hadn’t thought it through, but it was too late to back out now.
Thud, thud. His movements grew more deliberate, trying to steer her focus back to their connection. Talking too much might lead to trouble, so he shifted to a steadier rhythm, hoping to keep things from escalating.
”Did you ever think I’m too much trouble?” Cianie asked, her voice soft but heavy.
”No way,” Klock said firmly.
Her words carried weight, even amid the sounds of their intimacy filling the room. Once the conversation started, it was hard to shift gears.
”Klock,” she said, her tone earnest, “I’m really understanding. I let it slide when you’re with other women. I just want you to know that.”
”Yeah,” he replied, unsure how to respond.
”So be kind to me, please,” she said, her voice dropping. “Don’t ever hate me, though.”
Cianie’s sudden vulnerability caught him off guard. A Hero like her, with her beauty and strength, should be brimming with confidence. Yet with him, she became this fragile woman, uncertain of her place. In the past, he might’ve found it a bit annoying, but now it felt endearing.
”No need to worry about that,” Klock said. “If something’s on your mind, just say it. Don’t hold back.”
”Okay,” she murmured.
”Now, behave,” he teased, pulling her close.
He drew her into his arms, pressing her face against his chest. His pace quickened, the sounds of their connection echoing in the quiet room, her warmth mingling with his.
Their breathing grew heavy, and words fell away. They surrendered to the moment, lost in each other, their arms tightening as they focused on the sensation.
”I’m close,” Klock whispered in her ear.
He kept the rhythm she loved, pushing deeper until he released. Burying his face in her neck, he inhaled her scent, letting go completely. Her body tightened around him, soft and welcoming, drawing out his pleasure.
”Mmm,” Cianie gasped. “It’s… pulsing inside me.”
Her words came as her body clenched, moving with his release. Klock lifted his head, exhaling heavily, holding her tighter as she savored the moment.
Both were relentless, their stamina unmatched. They didn’t need breaks, continuing seamlessly even after reaching their peak.
They kept moving, their rhythm unbroken, the sound of their connection filling the air. Cianie’s face showed a rare hint of struggle, her breath catching.
”It feels… so good,” she whispered, her eyes hazy. “Like we’re melting together.”
Klock paused, wondering if she was exaggerating. But her flushed skin and clinging hair proved she was fully immersed, her body responding to every moment.
Words faded, and they let their bodies take over. Klock kissed her sensitive skin, savoring her reactions, lingering as she arched beneath him.
”Ahh!” Cianie’s voice rose, unrestrained now, her sounds sweeter than ever.
Her open pleasure spurred him on, and he took extra care, savoring every response she gave.
”It’s your fault,” Cianie said later, catching her breath as she wiped herself clean. “You always go so deep.”
Klock propped himself on an elbow, watching her. She seemed almost shy, a rare sight. “What’s with you today?” he asked.
”At first, it wasn’t like this,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing. “But lately, when you press there, my body feels… strange.”
”Huh,” Klock grinned. “Guess I’m hitting the right spots.”
”Your troublemaker’s to blame,” she teased.
Her body was clearly adapting to him, growing more responsive. Klock stood, pulling her into his arms from behind, his hand resting on her lower abdomen.
”Ngh!” Cianie let out a soft cry, her brows knitting as she leaned into his touch. She turned, kissing his forehead gently.
Her divine resilience paired perfectly with his intensity. Their compatibility was undeniable, and at this rate, marriage and a family seemed like the only steps left.
”Sorry for teasing you today,” Cianie said, her voice soft.
”Teasing?” Klock raised an eyebrow.
He watched as she cleaned herself, her body marked by their passion. She hadn’t resisted, letting it all unfold, which only deepened their connection.
”Those clothes aren’t really my style,” she confessed. “I just wore them to mess with you.”
Klock glanced at the corset armor on the floor. Alone, it wasn’t provocative—it was her wearing it so boldly that had stirred him up.
”I wasn’t thoughtful enough either,” he admitted. “My bad.”
”It’s fine,” Cianie said. “I’m the Hero. I forgot you’re trying to respect that.”
Her words were almost too generous, as if she wasn’t tempted to call him out for his wandering eyes.
”Look, Klock,” she said, her tone serious. “I won’t stop you from being with Rachel or Primlena. But please, don’t marry anyone else.”
”What?” Klock blinked, caught off guard.
”And when I don’t need to be the Hero,” she continued, “put me first as your partner, okay?”
”Yeah, of course,” he said, still processing. “Wait, it’s okay with Rachel and them?”
”You’re Nobility,” Cianie said. “I was born a Noble’s daughter, so I understand how it works. Even in our past lives, I was ready for you to have others. Croce even prepared maids like her for you.” (T/N: Nobility customs often involve maids as potential mistresses to secure political alliances.)
Nobility traditions varied, but it wasn’t uncommon for a bride to bring maids who could serve as mistresses. Croce likely chose women like Primlena to ensure any children would strengthen her family’s influence.
The goal was political: a mistress’s child could inherit if the wife bore none, keeping the lineage under Croce’s sway. It was all about appearances, though.
”The battlefield’s tough, Klock,” Cianie said, her voice quieter.
”Battlefield?” he echoed.
”It’s brutal,” she said. “Sometimes you want to run away. Keeping your sanity can be hard. That’s when moments like this become an escape.”
Klock hadn’t thought of it that way. She saw their intimacy as more than just pleasure.
”You’re not mad about me being a cheater?” he asked.
”Oh, I’ll be mad,” she admitted. “Every time you touch another woman, it hurts. Knowing you’re with them makes me uneasy, and I might snap and call you out. But forgive me when I do. Think of it as a woman’s complaints.”
Her words were a tangle of emotion and reason. She felt the pain but accepted it, wanting to share both with him openly.
”Fine,” Klock said. “Yell at me all you want. I’ll shut you up every time.”
”With this?” she asked, a playful edge to her voice.
”Damn right,” he grinned.
”Idiot,” she muttered, smiling faintly.
What could he say? Cianie, of all people, was giving him permission, even if it came with complaints. It was more than he expected.
”Didn’t think you’d say that,” Klock admitted.
”I’m a mistress’s child myself,” she said. “That’s how I came to be.”
Right, he thought. Her origins shaped her perspective, giving her words weight.
”Plus, you’re not as bad as other Nobles,” she added. “Theocracy bishops act pious, claiming they care only for faith, not women or wealth. But behind closed doors, they swap wives and indulge. Kingdom Nobles are no different.”
”Yeah,” Klock agreed. “City Nobles are the same.”
Political marriages often hid open secrets. A wife’s child might not even be her husband’s. Klock knew the darker side of Nobility well.
”Sorry about today,” Cianie said. “Starting tomorrow, I’m yours alone again. Just treat me right.”
”Got it,” Klock said. “Wear that kind of underwear again, and I’ll punish you properly.”
”Do whatever you want,” she replied, laughing softly.
She took it as a joke, standing up. She’d finally cleaned herself off. Klock pulled her back to the bed, positioning her with one knee up, her hips angled toward him.
”Ngh!” Cianie gasped. “You just finished!”
If she thought it was over, she was wrong. He pressed into her again, the rhythm resuming with a steady beat, reigniting their connection.
Bathed in the red glow of the setting sun, Klock lost himself in her. The next release was just as intense, determined to claim her fully. Again and again, he poured himself into her, relentless.
They continued without words, consumed by their connection, until morning came.
By dawn, Klock was exhausted. Cianie, ever gentle, tended to him with a soft touch, her divine stamina unfazed.
Even after a full night, she showed no sign of fatigue. “I could go another day,” she teased, and Klock could only manage a tired laugh before drifting off.
Notes:
• 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.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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