Yariyuu v9c3

Volume 9 Chapter 3 Captive Brother, Angry Sister

Edited by: Kanaa-senpai

A savage growl echoed, deep enough to shake the air.

Not one beast—many. The sound rippled across the plain like waves breaking against stone.

”You’re good,” said a young man astride a white horse. “Your defense shrugs off the monsters’ attacks. What’s your secret, hmm?”

Gina said nothing.

The rider smiled—a charming boy with the face of a prince. His gaze felt invasive, as though he were appraising her not as a warrior but as a woman.

She clicked her tongue in disgust. The very thought of receiving such a look from a demon made her skin crawl. She met his eyes with open hostility.

”We outnumber you, yet our forces can’t break through. Strange, isn’t it?” he went on, his tone smooth but mocking.

Gina scowled as his gaze sharpened. He leaned forward slightly, confident, the kind of man convinced the world found him irresistible.

Her jaw tightened. Her pulse burned with anger. But she didn’t move. She drew a long breath and forced herself to stay calm.

”Who are you?” she demanded.

”Me?” He gestured lazily to his chest. “I’m Bors—Seventh Seat of the Council of the United Kingdoms. People call me the Asura Prince. Cool title, right? I share my seat with my sister.”

Prince, indeed. His bearing fit the word—graceful posture, radiant charm, and a smile too elegant for a normal boy.

If such a man paraded through town, the girls would flood the streets to see him off.

But he wasn’t human.

To the Theocracy, to all who followed the Goddess, he was evil incarnate—a demon.

And among demons, none were more despised than the succubi. She’d hated their kind long before she met one in person.

”I gave my name. Isn’t it polite to return the favor?” Bors asked, voice bright and playful.

”Ginaida Cordes,” she answered flatly.

”Nice. Strong and lovely, just like you. I thought you were that hero girl, Oriana.” He chuckled.

His tone dripped with condescension. Gina clenched her teeth. Even a human would find this man intolerable.

The two locked eyes for a breathless moment before the battle resumed.

Bors raised his hand high. Gina recognized the signal instantly.

”Prepare for ranged fire!” she shouted.

Monsters surged forward. Soldiers braced behind earthen walls and trenches, shields ready.

”Praise me!” Bors cried. “Open the path for your prince!”

Fireballs formed in the sky—two, five, ten, then twenty.

They rained down like falling stars.

”——!”

The monsters roared as one.

Creatures that should have torn apart every human now marched under Bors’s command, charging as a single wave.

Gina stood her ground atop the rampart, her soldiers trembling behind her. She lifted her staff.

”I am your shield,” she told them.

”Dynamis Shield!“

Light flared around them.

”Well,” Bors sighed, tilting his head, “that’s troublesome.”

None of the monsters’ attacks reached. Not a claw. Not a flame.

Everything that sought to harm them vanished into nothing.

”Fire!” Gina ordered.

The soldiers loosed their arrows. The shafts cut through the air and struck true.

Monsters howled as steel pierced their flesh. Their claws couldn’t reach. Their fury meant nothing.

The beasts screamed—not in rage, but in despair—as if begging to be saved from the slaughter.

Still, they pushed forward.

Even dying, they obeyed.

”An invisible barrier,” Bors mused. “So it doesn’t block attacks physically. It just… bends space. Keeps everything distant.”

The clash ended as suddenly as it began.

The horde withdrew, falling back in eerie unison.

It wasn’t instinct—it was order.

”Seems your shield works by altering distance itself,” Bors said, smiling faintly. “You don’t look all that strong, but you can make a whole army untouchable. Impressive. Shame it’s only for a short while.”

Gina frowned, saying nothing. The Dynamis Shield bloomed like a gem at her feet—its power brief but absolute.

Bors exhaled. “Too much trouble. We’re done here. Withdraw.”

”What?” Gina’s eyes widened. He wasn’t joking.

He turned his back on her, voice almost casual. “Tell me, Gina—when were you happiest?”

”…What?”

”People usually say childhood,” he continued. “Life gets rougher as you grow up. For some, it’s when they fall in love. For others, it’s a dream they once had. What about you?”

She didn’t answer. Every instinct told her not to.

Bors smiled. “Thought so.”

He waved once. “See you around.”

Then he left.

The monsters retreated with him, their roars fading into silence.

Her soldiers cheered, thinking they’d won.

When the enemy vanished beyond sight, a commander raised a triumphant cry. The camp erupted in celebration.

But Gina only stared after the retreating army, confused.

Later, in the barracks at Livorno, news reached her.

”What? Reinforcements from Stras?” she repeated, startled.

Her aide nodded. “Yes, ma’am. They said they’ll strike soon and want us to coordinate.”

Gina frowned. “Impossible. Their forces are stretched thin at the Blade Peninsula. How could they spare an army?”

”We don’t know, but the offer is genuine. They want to lead the next assault.”

Stras taking command?

If they failed, blame would fall squarely on them.

If that was true, the great nations would soon gain the upper hand.

Perhaps Stras planned to hand command over to Livorno to avoid disaster.

Or maybe… they were too confident.

Or worse, deceived. There was no proof the message was real.

”Either way,” Gina said, “we rest. Our plan doesn’t change.”

”Understood.”

The plan was simple: wait for reinforcements from the homeland.

Their current forces stationed in Livorno were small and stretched thin.

They could barely hold their ground, let alone counterattack.

The Theocracy itself was trembling.

Few soldiers remained at the front. Even the famed Saint Lady, Oriana, had yet to appear.

Rumors spread that the kingdom might even cancel its aid. The situation was chaos—almost as if spies worked from within.

How long could this last?

The command structure was crumbling, reports unanswered, morale fading by the day.

The soldiers feared not death, but defeat itself.

Even Gina felt the same fear begin to take root.

”If Stras really moves,” she murmured, “I can only hope it’s true.”

She lay on her bed. Exhaustion hit like a wave.

Her mind dulled, her thoughts faded, and sleep swallowed her whole.

When she opened her eyes again—shock froze her.

Her hands were small.

Her clothes were a frilled dress.

And the girl reflected in the mirror was… her younger self.

Then, a voice echoed in her head.

‘Tell me—when were you happiest in this life?’

That voice.

No—it couldn’t be.

Impossible.

”Ridiculous…!” she shouted. “That can’t be true!”

But the voice was real.

And the sound that followed made her blood run cold.

”Brother…?”

A girl appeared—a rabbit-eared child—and everything went dark.

Her mind burned with the memory of red eyes.

The Cursed Eye.

By the time she realized it, everything was over.

When vision returned, she stood alone in a forest.

Her brother—gone.

No trace of the attacker remained.

”Brother!? Brother!”

She ran through the trees, calling out again and again.

She whipped her horse forward, then abandoned it to run on foot.

But no matter how far she went, she saw no one.

”Damn it… they took him!”

They had targeted her brother from the start.

That Bear Beastkin Succubus had aimed straight for him.

If she’d been more alert, more prepared…

She had let her guard down.

That single mistake cost her everything.

She’d been too focused on him, too sure the danger had passed.

The joy of seeing him alive had blinded her to the enemy’s next move.

”Fifteen years…” she whispered.

”I lost my family fifteen years ago.”

Back then, conflict tore through Livorno. Her parents were imprisoned.

A loyal servant from the Theocracy helped her escape.

She was adopted, renamed, and became a follower of the Goddess.

Her parents died in prison.

Her brother vanished—everyone said he’d died in the chaos.

Three noble families that once fought now stood united by marriage, only to be destroyed by the same war.

She had been too young to protect anyone.

She told herself there was nothing she could’ve done.

But even as an adult, nothing changed.

She failed to protect the Saint Lady too.

She could only watch as demons dragged her away.

”Not yet… I can’t stop here…”

She had nothing left—not even her homeland’s safety.

The demon prince must’ve used that dream to remove her from battle.

If the enemy attacked now, the Theocracy’s army would crumble.

She was about to lose everything again.

”I thought he was dead,” she said, trembling. “I gave up long ago…”

But her brother lived.

If she saw him in that illusion, then somewhere—he still existed.

There was still something left to fight for.

”I won’t let it end here. This is my only clue.”

She clenched her fists.

”Wait for me, Brother. I’ll destroy those demons and bring you back!”

With renewed resolve, Gina rose to her feet.

She wouldn’t lose him again.

Then a voice drifted through the quiet air.

”Hey, human. Did you get dragged into this world too?”

* * *

”Let go of me!”

”Nope~.”

A young girl was tugging along a boy.

They walked through the woods, sank into a lake, and emerged in another forest entirely.

Through a hollow tree, they entered a castle—and from there, a city bridge under a dim sky.

The scenery shifted again and again, each transition more impossible than the last.

The boy trembled, fear clouding his face.

He tried to pull away, but her grip was unyielding.

”Hey, you’re hurting my hand,” he said.

”You’ll run if I let go.”

”I—I won’t run!”

The rabbit-eared girl was smaller than Klock, yet her strength was monstrous.

She couldn’t have been much older than Gina had been in the dream, but her hands felt like iron.

He worried she’d crush his fingers without meaning to.

”Well, fine then,” she said with a playful grin. “Here—come closer.”

”Huh?”

”Come on. Mmm~.”

She rose on her toes to meet his height, eyes closed, lips puckered.

”What are you doing?” he blurted out.

The rabbit girl blinked, as if waking from a trance.

”What do you mean, what? You’re acting weird.”

”I’m not! You’re the weird one!”

”What was that? Are you mocking me?”

”No! I just don’t understand why—”

”What’s with that tone! Call me Alice!”

The boy froze.

She pouted, cheeks puffed, utterly childlike and disarming.

She really was a cute girl.

Just like when Cianie got upset, he thought.

”Alice,” he said softly.

Her expression brightened into a radiant smile.

”Hey, what’s with the kiss?” Alice teased, her voice playful but sharp.

Klock froze, unsure how to respond.

”Uh… well…” he stammered, his face flushing.

Alice’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that?” she snapped, her tone suddenly icy.

Klock’s vague response only made things worse. He could feel her mood plummet in an instant.

The boy flinched as the girl’s temper flared. She’s terrifying when she’s mad, he thought.

”Hey, Klock,” Alice said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You’re caught by me right now, aren’t you? So why aren’t you trying to make me happy? Are you looking down on me or something?”

Klock’s heart raced. “N-no, that’s not it…” he mumbled, barely audible.

Alice tilted her head. “Hmmm,” she hummed, her lips curling into a sly smile.

She was just a girl, sure, but she knew she was petite—and that people might underestimate her because of it. Clearly, she thought Klock was doing just that.

Fuming, Alice grabbed Klock’s collar with a fierce grip. He tried to apologize, blurting out, “S-sorry!” but she yanked him closer, sealing his lips with hers.

In that moment, everything changed.

”Mmph?!” Klock gasped, his voice muffled. “Nngh?!”

Her kiss was intense, her tongue drawing his out, rolling it in her mouth. She’s… she’s draining me, he realized, panic surging.

Klock had a lover, yet here he was, kissing another girl. Guilt flooded him.

He’d crossed a line he shouldn’t have. But this wasn’t just a kiss—it was something far more dangerous.

The moment their lips met, a jolt shot through Klock, nearly knocking him unconscious. His body trembled under the overwhelming sensation.

”Mmm~” Alice purred, clearly enjoying herself, her voice light and teasing.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. Klock’s legs shook, and he collapsed to his knees, spasming.

She was draining his life. He could feel it—her lips sipping at his essence, a wet, slurping sound echoing in his ears.

She was tasting something no human should lose.

”Phew!” Alice exhaled, finally releasing his lips.

But she wasn’t done. With a playful smirk, she pecked his lips again, twice, as if savoring the moment. Klock, barely breathing, shivered in her arms, cradled against her chest.

”See?” Alice giggled, her tone mischievous. “That’s what you get for acting cocky! ♡”

Then, without warning, she slid her hand into Klock’s lower garments. For a noble like him, this was beyond rude—it was unthinkable.

Yet Klock couldn’t resist. Her grip found him easily, squeezing his sensitive flesh.

Her hand moved with purpose, rubbing and kneading. Wet, sticky sounds filled the air as she worked.

When Alice pulled her hand back, it was stained with white fluid—a humiliating proof that her kiss had pushed him over the edge.

”Wow, you let it out just from a kiss,” Alice teased, holding up her hand. “Do you know why that happened?”

Klock, gasping for air, couldn’t answer. He could only stare at her, wide-eyed.

”It’s your survival instinct,” Alice explained, her voice almost lecturing. “When a boy thinks he’s about to die, he… well, he releases. It’s like a last-ditch effort to leave behind offspring.”

She grabbed the trembling boy and forced him to stand. His legs wobbled, but he leaned on the smaller girl for support.

”Now you get it, right?” Alice said, her tone firm but playful. “You almost died because you embarrassed me. So you’d better listen to me from now on. Got it?”

”Y-yeah… I got it!” Klock panted, his voice shaky.

With a satisfied grin, Alice leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. This time, it was just a kiss—no life-draining shock, just a simple, teasing touch.

Klock’s heart still pounded. There was a difference between a normal kiss and… whatever that was. A moment ago, he’d thought he was going to die.

Just a kiss? Hardly. That was a life-draining kiss, the mark of a Succubus.

Klock had underestimated her because of her cute appearance. He’d thought he could handle her somehow. Now, that confidence was gone.

He realized Alice could kill him whenever she wanted.

”Let’s go!” Alice chirped, grabbing his hand.

”Uh… where are we going?” Klock asked, his voice hesitant.

”To my house!” Alice replied cheerfully.

They started down an unfamiliar path. A door opened into a forest, then a snowy landscape appeared beyond the bushes. Alice led him through what felt like different worlds.

Suddenly, she stopped. A door stood in the middle of a cave.

When Alice opened it, they stepped into a cozy house that seemed to sit in the middle of a grassy field.

”You’re back,” a voice called. “Welcome home. I’m just hanging out.”

”Oh, Ceres, you’re here!” Alice said, her tone bright.

”I sensed you coming,” Ceres replied with a smirk. “Figured you were having fun out there.”

The house was small and cluttered, filled with stuff but carrying a faint, pleasant scent—a distinctly feminine vibe.

As Klock stepped inside, his eyes widened in shock. The pursuer Gina had supposedly stopped was there, baring her fangs with a twisted grin.

”Y-you!” Klock gasped, pointing.

”Hey, kid,” Celestina growled, her bear ears twitching. “Long time no see, huh?”

She stood, her massive chest swaying with each step, drawing Klock’s gaze despite himself.

”You really screwed me over last time,” Celestina said, her voice low and menacing. “Running from a woman, kicking me? For a noble brat, you’ve got no manners.”

With a dramatic tug, Celestina yanked open her tight top, her breasts spilling out. Klock’s jaw dropped, words failing him.

She stepped closer, nearly nose-to-nose with him. Her height loomed over him, her chest right in his face.

”You’re nobility, right?” Celestina taunted. “Then you know what happens to losers.”

”W-what…?” Klock stammered, his voice trembling.

Trapped between Celestina in front and Alice behind, Klock had no escape. Her lips crashed against his, her tongue forcing its way in with relentless strength, sucking at him with terrifying force.

”Heh,” Celestina snickered, licking her lips. “This kid’s tongue tastes pretty good.”

Alice popped her head out from the side, her cheeks puffed up in a pout. “Hey, Ceres, we agreed Klock is mine, didn’t we?” she teased, her voice sharp but playful.

”I know, I know,” Celestina growled, waving her off. “Just a little taste, that’s all.”

Alice’s eyes narrowed. “No way!” she snapped. “Klock wants me to be his first. You can tell just by looking at his face!”

Celestina smirked, her bear ears twitching. “Pretty sure this kid’s not a virgin anymore.”

Alice’s jaw dropped. “What?! No way! That’s a lie!” she cried, clutching her chest. “My plan to be his first… it’s ruined!”

”Too bad,” Celestina taunted. “Maybe five years ago you could’ve had a shot.”

Alice huffed, crossing her arms. “Five years ago, he wouldn’t even have… you know!” [T/N: Referring to sn, a crude remark about puberty].*

Reluctantly, Alice handed Klock over to Celestina. Trapped between the bear-like girl in front and the rabbit-like girl behind, Klock had no escape.

”C’mon, kid,” Celestina growled, her voice low and menacing. “We’re heading to the bed.”

Klock’s eyes widened. “W-what does that mean?!” he stammered, his heart pounding.

”That’s your punishment for disrespecting me,” Celestina said, her tone cold. “No holding back.”

She dragged him toward the bed, his feet stumbling. Alice followed, shutting the door and locking it with a loud click.

The moment the door closed, the connection to the outside world vanished. The cave beyond the door was gone, replaced by a sunny sky and grassy fields visible through the window.

Alice giggled, her voice dripping with mischief. “Lady Kispe’s Dream Ferry sends you to dreams [T/N: Dream Ferry refers to a magical ability that transports people into dream-like states]. It pulls you from happy memories into a dream where you’re young and helpless. When you’re stuck in a time like that, even a weak Succubus like me can overpower you, right?”

With a shove, Celestina pushed Klock onto the bed. She loomed over him, her massive chest pressing down, nearly crushing him.

Moments later, the bed began to creak and bounce wildly under their movements.

In a world of dreams, the wandering king adventures with his companions, lost in a realm where reality blurs.