To the Promised Land Where Scheming and Betrayal Flow (5)
Sion slowly grasped Lilith's breasts.
The voluptuous yet perky breasts of the woman filled his palm with—Smack!—sending a sensation so overwhelming that it almost felt guilty to put it into words.
'…Sure enough, maybe Kim Yoo-hyun really is a eunuch bastard.'
For such a woman to have seduced him like that, and for him not to have given in, Sion’s conclusion was that he couldn’t be normal. No matter how much of a stone Buddha one might be, this was a body that went far beyond reason.
“Ahk!”
As his lips enclosed her breasts, a sticky moan burst from between Lilith’s lips. She meant for him to move on quickly, but Sion, perhaps because he felt playful again, only puckered his lips lightly without actually doing anything.
“Why, why are you…”
Thus it was Lilith, pinned beneath him, who grew restless Her body, already set aflame, begged to be soothed, but as he kept teasing her like this she thought she might go insane. She wanted to growl fiercely in warning, but the situation was too pitiful for her to even dare.
Tap-tap!
“Hahhh!”
As his tongue brushed her nipple, Lilith let out a shrill cry.
But Sion only teased the ripened pink fruit, tasting it lightly with the tip of his tongue without fully taking it into his mouth. Instead, he twirled his tongue slowly, savoring the hardened nipple, swollen with arousal.
“Pl, please… Sion, please…”
Now it was past heat, verging on pain.
With a face so desperate she seemed about to burst into tears, Lilith begged. Her plea, begging him to devour her because she could no longer endure, made Sion nod.
“Ah! Aaang! Hnnngh!”
With—suuuck!—sound as he sucked her nipple and breast together, Lilith’s expression finally brightened.
Her silver waterfall of hair spread across the bed, flowing like the Milky Way.
As he took in that beautiful sight, Sion lightly nibbled on her nipple with his teeth.
“Hahhht! B-biting… that’s… nghhh…”
“Should I stop?”
“N-no. I, I like it. Do it more… More, more…”
Taking her words as consent, Sion moved his mouth from the saliva-slicked spot to her other breast. This time, his tongue played more provocatively, as he thoroughly enjoyed her breasts and nipples.
“Hnnngh… Aahh! Haahhhk!”
Lilith twisted her legs, rubbing her thighs together.
Sion noticed this, and with his free hand he brushed over her cleft.
Though he had just cleaned her thoroughly with his tongue, once again she was drenched as though another flood had broken loose.
Splish!
When he pressed lightly with a finger, he felt her twitch and shiver.
With his middle finger he gently spread her folds and circled around the entrance, and Lilith’s eyes gradually lost focus, turning hazy.
“N-not fingers… Not that… Something bigger. Something better, please…”
At the woman’s plea, the man shifted his position.
Facing the one pinned beneath him directly, he slowly pressed the tip of his manhood to her entrance.
Creak!
“Hhhhnngh!”
With Lilith’s juices flowing, he could have entered all the way without issue, but Sion purposely inserted only the head, teasing. The tight squeeze of her inner flesh wrapping around and melting against his tip sent such electrifying pleasure that it nearly made him climax on the spot.
“Quickly, put it all the way in.”
To Lilith, this was tormenting teasing.
At her urging, Sion slowly pressed deeper into her. Each time he moved, moans of shifting pitch spilled from her lips.
And when at last he sank fully to the hilt, Lilith let out a satisfied sigh.
“H-hey, Sion.”
“Yes?”
“T-to be honest… I was a little worried earlier.”
“About what?”
“Back when you fought that man, nghhh! Th-that duel…”
She must have meant his spar with Ludwig. Sion moved his hips slowly, waiting for her to continue, and Lilith mumbled hazily.
“Y-you can’t even handle mana. Nghh. I thought you might get hurt. Aahhh… I don’t know why. Is it because you’re my contractor? Hnnngh. This is my first contract, and the first time I’ve had relations with my true body so…”
Instead of answering with words, Sion thrust hard in reply.
Smack!
“Aaahk?! Hnnngh! Ahhhht!”
“Don’t worry. I hate pain, I hate getting hurt, and I hate dying most of all. If I died leaving such a beautiful woman behind, I’d weep in bitter regret.”
“S-still! Aaangh! Hhhhnn! S-some things are inevitable! Haaahhh!”
Smack! Smack!
As Sion’s pace quickened, driving in and out of her, Lilith felt as though her very existence was melting away.
She, who had lived for well over a hundred years as queen of the succubi. She, who had invaded the dreams of countless men, enslaving them in pleasure and using them as she wished.
Now she lay beneath one man, crying out in moans as waves of pleasure consumed her. Emotions she had never before known burst forth, and it frightened her.
But she didn’t want to retreat. Instead, she wanted to be closer, and deeper. This man she had thought was a foolish human who wanted only power, when experienced, he was strange, oddly compelling.
She wanted to remain by his side.
“Fffuuhhh! Hahh, hahhh!”
“Aaahhhhnngh! Uuuuuhhh… Hhhhhnnn!”
The woman’s hand fumbled, desperately searching for something, and found the man’s hand on the bed. Urgently, she clutched it, turning it over to lace their fingers together.
The man gripped her hand tightly in return, pouring himself into his final motions at the edge of climax.
Human, demon, noble, succubus queen, none of that mattered.
In this moment, they were simply a man and a woman, sharing the same emotions, the same hearts.
They looked into each other’s eyes.
With clear smiles, they kissed.
And so, the two reached their end together.
“Aaaahhhh!”
“Hhhngggghhh!”
As if sparks flew, their vision flashed. Sion collapsed into the woman’s embrace, and Lilith held him tightly as her body trembled from the unfamiliar flood of emotion and ecstasy.
“Hhhahhh, haaahhh…”
Something warm melted in her chest and spread throughout her whole body.
The sensation was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant.
In fact, Lilith thought to herself that she wished it would last forever.
“…How do you feel now?”
Once Sion recovered from his fatigue, he asked her. She answered again with a deep kiss.
Her response said enough. Relieved, the man exhaled. He hadn’t shown it, but he knew that if he went one more round in this state, he’d be so drained he’d spend all of tomorrow stuck in bed.
“More than that, it feels nice.”
“Why?”
“Because I did it with Lady Lilith in that annoying bastard’s house.
Thinking of leaving a mark there with such a beautiful woman makes me laugh.”
“Uh… I’ll erase the traces anyway, you know? Do you want me to leave them?”
“Not necessarily. It’s more like… psychological satisfaction.”
Sion stroked Lilith’s cheek and hair repeatedly. They said that after intimacy, women felt almost as much pleasure from such caresses as from the act itself.
Lilith, dazed, savored his touch, then closed her eyes. The temptation to simply fall asleep in this man’s arms grew strong. Had this been the Clausen March, she would have surely done so.
“Now it really begins.”
“Hm?”
At Sion’s murmur, Lilith unconsciously asked back.
Sion smiled lightly and answered.
“To live properly.
In my own way, as myself.”
* * *
“See you at the royal castle.”
At Marquis Volco’s words, Sion spoke.
“Will you be coming too, Marquis?”
“I hadn’t planned to, but since young Lichten’s son achieved merit in war, it would look poor if I skipped the ceremony.”
The House of Marquis Redenen was a noble line that had produced many military leaders for the kingdom.
And Marquis Volco Redenen himself was a man of wartime merit.
If a young noble had earned great merit in war, for him to absent himself from the ceremony of reward would cause problems.
“….”
Sion glanced around.
The one who should have appeared wasn’t present.
“My son won’t be coming. He seems quite displeased with you.”
“I see.”
“Don’t worry too much. Lichten and I were the same way. We’re still not exactly fond of each other even now.”
With that, implying they would both see Ludwig again at the royal banquet anyway, Marquis Volco finished his farewell with Sion.
Thus the journey to the capital resumed.
There weren’t many problems. Only sometimes did Lishida give Sion odd looks.
“Is there a problem, Lishi?”
Finally, unable to bear it, Sion asked as they boarded the carriage. Lishida fidgeted nervously, then leaned close and whispered.
“W-well… master, that is, young lord… suddenly your body has another scent…”
“…?”
Lishida laughed it off as nothing, but Sion shivered. How could she possibly smell Lilith’s scent? She wasn’t even a dog.
And Sion had taken a clean shower that very morning.
‘She's not simple either, huh.’
Perhaps that was what being a higher knight entailed.
Though honestly, what did a woman’s scent have to do with being a higher knight?
“Young lord. The royal city is ahead.”
After hours of travel, at last they arrived.
Larger and grander than any noble’s castle, the royal capital sprawled out, and atop the hill beyond it stood the palace. It was here that Kim Yoo-hyun’s story, now Sion’s story, would truly begin.
“What are your plans from here?”
At Lishida’s question, Sion said they should head to the palace first.
The royal banquet hadn’t started yet, but she wanted to get a read on the situation in advance. And more importantly, there were several characters within the palace he wanted to meet.
‘The king, capable as a ruler but frail in body. The prince, decent enough in character but fatally impressionable, shaped into a wise king if advised by loyal retainers, into a tyrant if swayed by flatterers. And…’
The princess.
Brilliant in ability, personality, and everything else. But ruined by misguided love, who in the end destroyed everything and took her own life.
‘That, too, was Kim Yoo-hyun’s doing.’
Lilith’s unrequited love had at least turned her into an enemy, she wanted to destroy what she could not possess.
But the princess was another matter. She longed to be with Kim Yoo-hyun, but her status as princess barred her from his side. Her only option was to force him to remain by hers, yet Kim Yoo-hyun, as though truly a eunuch, cruelly rejected her feelings.
Before her wavering heart, an angel’s temptation, no, a demon’s temptation, fell.
One single mistake, one single lapse, and the Hispania royal family was massacred. And the one who led that bloody catastrophe, the princess, realizing the seat she must never have shaken, ended her own life.
‘Thanks to that, the royal house, the command center, was wiped out, accelerating collapse and chaos.’
But oblivious, Kim Yoo-hyun became a bastard who merely laid a flower at her grave and prayed for her soul.
Readers rained down furious criticism, and the author even went on a silent hiatus for seven whole days.
‘…Honestly, Kim Yoo-hyun was a little pitiful too.’
It wasn’t some common noble’s daughter, it
as a princess.
Kim Yoo-hyun thought that rather than being tied to him, a mere swordsman, she’d be happier marrying into a grand ducal family befitting her station.
So he treated her coldly, pushed her away harshly. Never imagining the wound it would leave.
‘Maybe I should give that bastard a push.’
By the later stages, the protagonist had no proper heroine left.
Lucia had been killed, Lilith had turned enemy, the princess had committed suicide, and the other women either retired, exited the story, or were never mentioned again. There were plenty of women, but none stuck, a ridiculous farce ongoing.
Even Sion, who had stolen Lucia and Lilith early, felt a twinge of guilt. So he decided that if possible, he would bring the princess closer to Kim Yoo-hyun. Since, in the novel, the princess already began with affection for him, it wouldn’t be too hard.
“We have confirmed the guests from the Clausen March. Welcome to the royal city.”
Hmmm.
Inside the capital, Sion took a deep breath.
Different air, different scent than Clausen. The stench of all the schemes and plots of politics.
‘Yes, this suits me better.’
More than fighting enemies with a sword, cutting down trolls disguised as allies with words, that, he thought, was more suited to him.
And Sion smiled.
