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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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I’m not ready…
At Yeriel’s words…
…it was as if a switch had flipped. Soft moans and gasps echoed through Psyche’s private chambers.
Slurp.
I lost myself in her lips, repeatedly blaming Yeriel for being too tempting. As I tried to pull away after a while…
“Haa…”
…Yeriel’s tongue followed, as if unwilling to let me go. She writhed, her body flushed, and looked at me with hazy, longing eyes.
I admired her reddened neck and gently smoothed her white hair. She was still beautiful. Her soft, pale skin, her melancholic eyes that she only showed me…
“Are you still not ready?”
“Yes… I’m still not ready… Lev…”
“…”
“So hurry, fill me with you, Lev… okay?”
-Nuzzle.
I gently stroked her hair and leaned back against the headboard.
“Come here.”
I gently pulled her wrist and settled her between my legs, so we were facing the same direction. I chuckled at the position, and Yeriel said anxiously,
“I-I want to see your face…”
“…”
“I-I feel… uneasy…! Your face…!”
To see my face, she shifted, her body half on my lap. I kissed her again.
“!”
Our soft lips met, sharing heated breaths.
-Kiss…
Our tongues tangled, and Yeriel, wanting more, moaned softly and wrapped her arms around my neck. We were lost in the moment. It was a sense of conquest.
The thrill of possessing the woman he loved, the feeling of making this pure, devoted woman his own, and above all, the strange sense of transgression from engaging in such an act in this sacred, serene sanctuary. My hands moved instinctively.
-Slide.
Even the sound of my hand caressing her silk nightgown was arousing.
– Squeeze…
“Hmm?”
‘Yes…’
My fingers tightened around her breasts, over her clothes and undergarments, enjoying the soft yet firm sensation.
– Kiss…
Yeriel, either noticing or ignoring my wandering hand, her face flushed, was completely engrossed in the kiss.
I paused, stilling my tongue.
“!”
Her eyes fluttered open.
“Haa…!”
She whimpered, urging me to move. She was so cute and adorable. I pulled away slightly, turned her to face me, and traced the outline of her ear.
“Haa…”
Every time I caressed her neck, she shivered, soft moans escaping her lips.
“You really like this, don’t you, Yeriel.”
“…”
“Don’t you?”
“I do…”
“Yes, yes, good girl.”
I repeated the praise she’d given me when I was a fox. She, who had cared for me like a kind older sister, was now completely like a child in my arms.
She looked up at me, pouting slightly, and said, “But… only with you, Lev… okay?”
“…Yes.”
“And you…?”
“Yes, me too.”
“…Really?”
“I like you… Yeriel. Truly.”
“Yes! Me too… I like you, Lev…”
Though cheesy, she seemed to like it. Women seemed susceptible to such words.
“Oh, where did the little fox go…?”
Now fully awake, Yeriel looked around for the fox in my arms. She still thought she was dreaming.
“Yeriel, you know…”
“Hmm…?”
“This isn’t a dream.”
“Huh…?”
She froze. I wrapped my legs around hers, keeping them from closing.
“The little fox, that was me.”
“…Huh? Why is the Saint’s fox… Rev…?”
“Krr! I’m going to eat you, Yeriel.”
“Wh-What…? …Mmmph!”
I turned her head and kissed her.
-Kiss…
Yeriel’s kisses, which had been hesitant just moments ago, were now more confident. The atmosphere heated up again.
“Mmm…”
A soft moan.
“Haa…”
Warm breaths against my skin. It might be a bit much for Yeriel, for whom I was likely her first, but I was a beast with no restraint tonight. My left hand slid up her nightgown.
“!”
I felt a slight resistance, a flinch, but I ignored it. I gently slid her bra up, starting with the underside of her breasts.
“……”
And then, after teasing her for a moment…
“Haa…!”
…I traced the tip of her hardened nipple with my index finger.
“L-Lev… th-this… ah…”
Even though I’d warmed my hands, Yeriel trembled, overwhelmed by the new sensations.
“It’s okay. You like this, Yeriel.”
“Yes.”
“You said it’s okay with me, right?”
“Yes… that’s right…”
Her gaze was hazy, her words slurred.
“Hold my hand…”
“Okay.”
I intertwined my fingers with hers.
Pinch…
I teased her relentlessly.
“Haa…! – Ahh…”
She moaned and gasped, fueling my desire.
“Do you like it?”
“Y-Yes…”
“I like it too, with you, Yeriel.”
“…Haa! Me too, because it’s you, Lev… Haa… It feels good…”
She panted in my arms.
‘…’
My gaze drifted towards the bedside table, where the magic lamp was placed. How did contraception work in this world…? As I was pondering such a mundane thought…
-Slide. Slide.
…my left hand continued its ministrations while my right hand slid down her stomach.
“!”
Yeriel instinctively flinched, anticipating what would come next.
“Kyaa…?”
But of course, she couldn’t escape. My legs were already holding her in place.
“L-Lev…?”
“Sorry, I can’t hold back anymore.”
It was foreplay with the woman he loved. He wanted to draw it out as long as possible. As her voice trembled… my right hand reached for the hem of her underwear.
Ding.
‘?’
‘…Huh?’ Level 6? At this hour?
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In the Divine Grand Park, the Imperial Sanctuary.
The dawn sky blended with the sanctuary’s sacred energy.
“Psyche…!”
“Aria…! Get behind me…!”
Psyche, her divine barrier activated, immediately shielded Aria.
‘I was too careless…!’
As Psyche assessed the situation, biting her lip, the one who had cast the silent spell revealed himself.
“Heh, a Saint is a Saint, after all.”
“!”
The assassin… was the guard she had met earlier.
“You disguised yourselves as guards…!”
“Bingo!”
McClone Heisman, showing the scroll he’d used, said, “What do you think of my new spell? No sound, no magical traces, perfect for assassination.”
“Don’t waste your breath.”
“Huh?”
“It’s going to be a long fight.”
Another man appeared, a scar running from his mouth to his nose. Despite the gruesome scar, he was quite handsome.
“A long fight? But if I do this…!”
Thwip!
Another silent beam struck Psyche.
Shaaa!
She instantly cast a divine barrier.
Thud…
With a dull thud, McClone’s magic was nullified.
“This is a sacred sanctuary! Reveal your identities…!”
“Ooh~? She neutralized that level of barrier so easily…?”
As McClone expressed his admiration, Raykan appeared and explained, “The Saint’s holy magic specializes in protection and healing.”
“You mean we can’t hurt her?”
“Not only that, but that’s all she has. It’s sturdy, but she has no offensive magic.”
McClone grinned.
“Aha… so, if we drag this out, we win?! Is that it?”
Thwip, thwip!
He fired more silent spells at Psyche.
Thud, thud!
“Wow! She’s good at blocking~.”
Although his attacks were easily blocked, Psyche’s face showed subtle signs of strain with each attack. She had recently channeled a large amount of power to reactivate the sanctuary, which was taking its toll.
“Of course, that doesn’t mean we can kill her quickly… But right now, she’s only at half strength.”
According to Heisman’s emotion scroll, she had lost half her divine power.
“Whatever the reason, this is our chance.”
“Good… So, what you’re saying is, if we drain her divine power before sunrise, it’s over?”
“That’s the gist of it.”
“Simple enough. Shall we begin the game?”
“Hmm?”
McClone walked towards the center of the sanctuary and announced, “I’m going to cast random spells. It could be a powerful blow~. Or a weak, almost harmless attack~. But, Saint, you seem to have a young lady to protect?”
“She’s just a cadet, unrelated to me…! If you harm her…”
“Good. I don’t know how long you can last~~, but to protect her, you’ll have to carefully manage your divine power, won’t you?”
Crack.
“Huh?”
A flash of light, invisible to the naked eye, and McClone’s arm, holding the scroll, was gone.
“Agh! Aaaaagh! It hurts! It hurts!!”
‘A demon…?’
As McClone screamed, Raykan drew his sword and imbued it with aura.
“…Shut up and get behind me, kid.”
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“…This light…”
Psyche knew. Although it was too fast for her eyes to follow… it was similar to the crossbow bolts of that ash-grey haired man from Pandemonium. The difference was that it was imbued with black magic… This was a sanctuary; demonic power shouldn’t work properly here.
“Then, how…?”
Whizz
—Bang!
“!”
Another red flash struck.
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