Volume 8 Chapter 7 A Stroll Date ◆
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The sunrise stirred Cianie awake, its golden rays a silent summons that tugged her consciousness to the surface. Her awakening condition was met, as if some cosmic checklist had been ticked off. With a flicker of intent, she permitted the automatic activation of her Stellar Skill.
The Stellar Skill ignited—Stellar Manifestation. Sunlight coursed through her, her very being an incarnation of the sun, radiating as a blazing halo before all existence.
Eternal Day: she stood forever bathed in light, untouched by any shadow. White Sun: her eyes pierced through darkness, illuminating every shape and hue in stark relief.
Setting Sun: where she was not, the sun ceased to be, slipping from the awareness of all. Phantom Sun: another crimson flame stood here, while the true sun reigned at the heavens’ zenith.
Solar Halo: those who walked her path shared her light, her beloved, her cherished one, a radiant ring encircling the sun—a vital, irreplaceable part of her.
Her senses swept the surroundings, registering any presence larger than a human. As her eyes fluttered open, she saw him—Klock—curled up in sleep, clutching the comforter like a lifeline. His soft breathing filled the air, his face buried adorably in the feathers of the blanket.
Carefully, she nudged the blanket aside and pressed her lips to his cheek, a gentle act of affection meant not to rouse him. A muffled sound escaped him for a fleeting moment before his steady breathing resumed.
A surge of impulse welled within her—to pounce, to wake him with playful insistence, to shower him with affection. But sleep was precious for humans, a necessity she, as Cianie, didn’t share. She could control her rest, unlike him, and he needed this moment to recharge. His exhaustion was her concern; she had to let him rest.
Yesterday… was it seven times? Maybe?
Her gaze fell to her hand, where something clung stubbornly—a remnant of last night’s intimacy. She thought she’d cleaned up thoroughly, but apparently, some had escaped her efforts. The first day of their journey had been as intense as ever, with him collapsing into sleep only late into the night.
The lingering effects of the Abyss creature’s venom still coursed through him. It wasn’t a grave issue—just an unnatural surge in vigor. But for the women in his life, it was no small matter. Suzette and Meina had practically screamed under the intensity of his current state. If he got serious, how many times could he go? Even the Cianie of her past life might have wept, if not fled, under such fervor.
On busier days, they’d gone as many as ten times, well into the midnight hours. Her only worry was his stamina, the toll it took on his human body.
For Cianie, it was no issue. She was half-divine, a being crafted by Goddess Teekua herself. Even if he held her for twenty-four hours straight, she’d be unfazed. In all the world, only Cianie Hartmann could be his wife, the one to bear the entirety of Klock’s passion.
She alone could handle everything Klock was. To be seen as his irreplaceable one filled her with unmatched joy.
But she couldn’t let her guard down. Even if her place beside him was secure, she couldn’t afford to show weakness. At the very least, she’d never let him see the unpolished side of her—the equivalent of a woman’s makeup routine.
Not that Cianie needed makeup. She was always barefaced, her beauty unadorned. Her second Stellar Skill, Divine Disassembly, ensured it. Klock had once said it was more akin to self-transformation than mere ability. It let her sculpt her body as she pleased, breaking it into fine particles or molding it to her ideal. No sweat, no imperfections—she could adjust her height, her curves, anything to reflect her desires.
Cianie was eternally a peerless beauty. To the outside world, she was stunning, flawless—an obvious result of her ability to manipulate her form. But within, she was far from human, teetering on the edge of monstrous. Would he find her grotesque? Would he call her a monster? That was her only fear. She’d told him about her skills, her near-immortality, but saying it and showing it were different. The monstrous truth behind her beauty was something she couldn’t bear to reveal.
She had to keep striving to be his ideal woman, to avoid his rejection. That no other woman could keep up with him was, for Cianie, a convenient truth.
It was just s**, yet it was a vital part of their life together. She wanted Klock to see her as indispensable, a necessity in his world.
”Today’s supposed to be a date, right?” she murmured to herself. “Should I let him take the lead, or plan something myself?”
Cianie had no grand ambitions. Her power had already peaked, her beauty at its limit. She honed her cooking for fun, but her time was largely her own. When alone, she often zoned out, her mind adrift. Most of her focus poured into her friends, her lover—Klock.
”Even with the town in this state, he’s making time for me,” she whispered, leaning close to his ear. “Maybe I should… treat him a little.”
In times of conflict, leisure felt out of place. Yet he’d invited her on this date, and she had to reciprocate. Setting her goal for the day, she rose, a child of the sun, exuding divine radiance yet moving with the giddy lightness of a young girl in love, her expression bright but voiceless.
Cianie reached into her Magic Bag, rifling through for the perfect outfit. Something cute but practical, easy to move in. Sweat wasn’t a concern, thanks to her abilities. White, she decided, for today. Hot pants for mobility—Meina had warned her about Klock’s tendency to whisk her into secluded alleys when they were alone. Maybe some cute, disposable underwear, too, just in case.
* * *
”It’s nice out, huh?” Cianie said, glancing at the clear sky.
”Yeah,” Klock replied, his tone tinged with a sigh. “Would feel even better if the town was at peace.”
”Let’s walk a bit more, then have lunch,” she suggested. “I made us some bentos.”
They’d set out late, the sun already high, to share a homemade lunch. They wandered through the town, browsing shops under the guise of shopping. Most food stores were shuttered or sold out, restaurants closed, and the streets, though crowded, carried a heavy air. The few open shops bustled, but their energy felt strained, far from thriving.
Maybe a date wasn’t the best idea right now. They were just strolling through the town, nothing more. Yet, selfish as it was amidst humanity’s struggles, Cianie was happy. The fact that Klock was spending this time solely with her made her wish it could last forever.
”Getting hungry?” she asked after hours of aimless walking. “There’s a little hill just outside town, to the south…”
They’d circled for hours with no real gains—no purchases, no finds. The townsfolk wore shadowed expressions, a gloomy atmosphere seeping into the air. Still, Cianie was content. Just being with him, doing anything together, was enough.
But what about him? Was he bored? Did he find this aimless wandering dull? The thought gnawed at her, urging her to suggest they eat their bento outside town, as if escaping her own doubts.
”Feeling frisky?” Klock teased, his voice low.
They’d leapt to a secluded hilltop outside town, spreading a sheet for their picnic. The lunch was simple—sandwiches, nothing elaborate, just ingredients she’d prepped and assembled. They sat side by side, gazing at the sprawling view below, eating in companionable silence. Then he pulled her close, his lips finding hers right after the meal.
Outdoors or not, it didn’t matter. The air between them crackled with intent, his desire clear.
”Mmph…” Cianie let out a soft sound as she tumbled onto the sheet.
The scent of grass and flowers filled the air, a faint breeze brushing her skin. The rustle of leaves ebbed and flowed like waves. Klock buried his face in her chest, and a rush of affection surged within her, drowning out the world.
”Full of it today, huh?” he murmured, his voice muffled against her.
The first round was quick, a release of pent-up need. Men, she’d heard, often wanted that initial burst to clear their heads. Their rhythm had patterns—sometimes s** itself was the foreplay. Her hot pants hung off one leg, her underwear shifted aside for easy access. He finished inside, as always.
He exhaled, catching his breath. His member, still hard, pulsed faintly within her. She gazed up at him, watching as he began to move again, sliding into a second round without pulling out. Her shirt buttons came undone, her breasts exposed. He lifted her legs, pressing into her from above.
His movements weren’t just coupling—they were possessive, claiming. Klock liked control, she thought, favoring positions that pinned her, that left her vulnerable. She didn’t mind. She yielded to him, molding herself to his desires. If he wanted her this way, she’d meet him there. She liked being his.
”Keep it tight,” he growled, his words crude but commanding.
His pace quickened, his weight pressing into her. She obeyed, tensing slightly as his thrusts grew more forceful, the lewd slap of their bodies echoing in her ears.
A sudden heat bloomed within her, his release flooding her with powerful pulses that sent shocks to her core. Unannounced, unhesitant, he finished inside, and her breath deepened, her arms wrapping around him instinctively.
He had no intention of pulling out, it seemed. She didn’t mind. Knowing this was what he wanted only deepened her love.
As he withdrew, a thick white trickle spilled out with a soft glorp. Time for a break, she figured. She stood, stepping off the sheet, careful not to stain her underwear. Squatting slightly, she pushed, letting the excess flow out like a natural act.
* * *
While she cleaned up, his still-hard member was thrust before her face. No easy escape, then. As she expelled the last of his seed, she took him into her mouth, her free hands occupied. His large hands enveloped her exposed breasts, teasing the hardened tips.
She served him, her tongue and lips working diligently, aware of her submission, her role as his. She tightened her lips, sucking and massaging the tip. After a while, he pulled out just before release, leaving her anxious—had she failed to satisfy him? But his gesture to turn around clarified his intent.
The third round began. Her underwear was pulled down, and he entered her from behind, crushing her hips against him, driving deep. His thrusts were relentless from the start, pounding at a fierce pace.
The pulsing came quickly, confirming her instincts—he’d been close. He’d wanted to finish inside her again, not in her mouth. He was staking his claim, intent on making her his completely. Even after he withdrew, she clung to him, unwilling to let go even after cleaning up.
* * *
They lingered on the hill for two hours before returning to town. Lunch had taken fifteen minutes, but the passion that followed consumed over an hour, with cleanup and rest adding a few more. The sun was already tilting westward.
Klock had mentioned that even a rural port town like this usually had a few good eateries, but their stroll yielded little. They walked arm in arm, filling the silence with idle chatter. His efforts to keep her entertained warmed her, and she clung to his arm, listening intently.
”You’re such a perv,” she teased after a while, as he pulled her into an alley.
She’d sensed it coming when they veered from the main street, heading toward quieter paths and slipping into a dim alley. “All that yesterday, and you still can’t resist me?” she said with a playful smirk, fishing for compliments. She didn’t mean it seriously—she just wanted to hear him call her cute.
His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her close. His kiss silenced her, and she melted into him, pressing closer. “You’re giving off that sexy vibe,” he said, his voice rough. “Driving me crazy.”
She hadn’t meant to exude anything, but if he said so, it must be true. If he found her that alluring, who was she to argue? His arousal was evident even through his pants. She knelt, kissing the tip through the fabric.
As she reached for his waistband, she felt his gaze, intense and appraising, as if testing her willingness. Could she keep being his, even dragged into an alley like this? She had no doubts. Cianie Hartmann was the only woman in the world fit to be his wife.
A normal woman might balk at this—worried about cleanup, mussed clothes, sweat, or smells, demanding more consideration. But Cianie was unfazed. Her self-transformation ensured she was always perfect, ready for anything. No other woman could handle him like this.
”Good girl,” he said. “Swallow it all.”
She worked diligently, the wet sounds of her efforts filling the air. Like a sword wielded by a warrior, like a hammer struck by a smith, she was his to command. Her mouth enveloped him, massaging even as he pushed deeper, pressing against her throat.
She didn’t resist when he pulled her head closer, letting him release directly into her. The heat of it warmed her, spreading through her body. She wrapped her arms around his waist, sucking gently as he finished, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip in playful retaliation. He squirmed slightly—apparently, stimulating the tip during climax was intense for him. Normally, he’d piston through her peak, overwhelming her. This was her small revenge.
Part of her wanted to keep going, to push him to another round right there. But she knew he’d return the favor tonight, reminding her—half-god or not—that she was his woman, tamed by his desire alone.
* * *
”The bath here’s kinda small,” Klock remarked.
”You do love a big bath,” Cianie replied with a smile.
Back at the inn, dinner and baths were done. The date had been simple—just a stroll, with dinner made from bread and meat from her Magic Bag. Now they were just winding down.
”Cianie,” he said, his voice low.
She’d been thinking about restocking the Magic Bag when he pushed her onto the bed. No surprise there—she’d half-expected it. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, anticipating this, and her chest was bared quickly. Turned onto her stomach, her pajamas and underwear were tugged down. He murmured that she was wet enough, and he slid inside.
Tonight, they’d likely go until sleep claimed them. He pressed into her from behind, his weight pinning her in a deep, rhythmic thrust. She exhaled heavily, her body yielding.
Her hips shook with each forceful thrust, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. His hardness was unrelenting, as if the day’s earlier rounds hadn’t happened.
”Your womb’s dropping,” he growled.
”Huh? What’d you say?” she gasped, her senses overwhelmed.
The day’s repeated intimacy had heightened her sensitivity. The pleasure was scalding, her mind teetering on the edge of boiling over. His warmth against her back amplified it, pushing her to a fevered peak. She wanted to kiss him, to hold him, but this position didn’t allow it. Instead, she grasped his hand, intertwining their fingers, maximizing their contact.
”Gonna put it in deep,” he whispered in her ear.
Why say that now? Was he serious? Joking? Before she could process, her body clenched instinctively, a shiver running through her. The sensation overwhelmed her, stripping away her composure. His relentless thrusts drove her to the edge, and she was swept away.
”Fuuuck!” she cried out, her voice muffled as she buried her face in the bedding, her body trembling in quiet spasms.
She tried to stifle the intensity of her climax, embarrassed by how thoroughly she was unraveling. But he knew. His movements shifted, growing faster, more aggressive, as if hunting her down in her vulnerability. Tears pricked her eyes, hidden against the sheets.
He sensed her peak and pressed harder, like a predator finishing its prey. He wanted her surrender, and the more she hid, the more he pursued. She was an apostle of the Grand Cathedral, a half-divine being with a god-crafted body. Yet here, on this bed, she was just a woman, utterly at his mercy.
”♡♡,” she whimpered, her voice a soft, helpless sound.
She was a rabbit caught, a fish on the board, a fragile woman at the whims of her man. The weight of it, the depth of her desire, consumed her. Then, within her, his member pulsed, a scorching heat flooding her core. His thick shaft stretched her, pumping seed deep into her womb.
Even though she’d given herself to him, he pinned her down, as if driven by some primal instinct. A glance back showed his arm restraining her, demanding her submission.
”Fu♡ Fu♡,” she gasped, receiving his release within his embrace.
This was what he meant by “putting it in deep.” His relentless pulsing filled her, his shaft throbbing inside. If he wanted, he could probably get her pregnant effortlessly. Whether her body could conceive was uncertain, but she wanted to show him the ultimate proof of their bond.
”Good job,” he said, collapsing beside her.
He was spent, his desire boundless but his body human. She climbed atop him, taking his still-firm member into her, feeling him within as she leaned down to claim his lips.
”Mm, think we’ll hear from them tomorrow?” she asked, her hips moving. “If it’s okay, maybe head back to Beast Country? Need to restock food.”
”Yeah, makes sense,” he replied. “Not much to get here. Let’s head back.”
She rocked against him, feeling his hands cup her swaying breasts. Closing her eyes, she moved with him.
They continued late into the night, as was their routine when time allowed. Not every day was like this—only when schedules were free. Tomorrow, they’d return to Beast Country briefly, then come back. If time permitted, they’d steal another moment together, maybe strolling outside town next time.
She watched his sleeping face, savoring it before snuggling close and drifting off. A quiet wish for another happy day whispered in her heart as her consciousness faded.
She expected to wake with the sunrise, but instead, they stirred in the dead of night. Bells tolled across the town, their urgent clamor piercing the silence. An emergency alarm was sounding
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.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Goddess Teekua – The deity who saved Sylvia after her death and granted her rebirth as a hero.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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