Violet's Gentle Awakening
Violet Purplecrow let out soft sounds as our lips met. “Chup… suck….” How long had we been kissing? My mouth was already drenched in our mingled saliva. The truly surprising part was that even after all this, I still found myself craving more.
“Mmm… can’t we keep going a little longer…?” Every time I tried to pull away, Violet gazed up at me with those adorable eyes and pleaded so sweetly that my heart skipped like I’d been hit with a defibrillator. I had no choice but to press my lips to hers again.
Still, I was starting to want to move things forward. My little Artin had already become an eager little Artin, practically demanding we take the next step. But this time, I couldn’t just do whatever I wanted. Not with Violet.
“Hehe… I never dreamed I’d get to spend such tender time with Artin like this…”
“…Are you talking about before the regression? Or after?”
“Who knows~ Either way, I know Artin has to make every moment feel like a dream for me, right?”
I couldn’t answer. Thinking of Violet waiting for us in that dusty storeroom while I was with Shao Mei and Agnes… what could I possibly say?
“You don’t have to look so guilty. Right now, I’m happier than anyone else in the world.”
Fortunately, Violet wasn’t the type to hold it against me. If anything, she was the one who always took my hand and told me it was okay whenever I started worrying.
“I won’t ask you to love me more than your other women. But just for today… I want to be the one you love the most.”
“Violet…”
How could she say such beautiful things? The urge to ravish her that had been building moments ago slowly cooled.
“…So, you won’t be too rough like before?”
“Haha, got it. I won’t tease you too much.”
When Violet glanced nervously at the unconscious Olga, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Yeah. For Violet’s sake, I’d make this moment all about her.
With that decision made, instead of moving straight down, I buried my face in her neck and began leaving slow, deliberate kiss marks. I’d read in some romance fantasy novel that heroines loved this.
“Hah… it tickles, Artin…”
Violet’s body trembled slightly in surprise when I kissed her neck, but I paid it no mind and continued downward at a leisurely pace, painting kiss marks along the way.
“Mmm… chup…”
“Hnng… it feels strange… like a big puppy…”
Every time my lips left another mark on her flawless, jade-like skin, Violet shivered yet never pushed me away. Watching her, I finally understood why the male leads in those novels covered their heroines in kisses. Each mark was proof that she was mine—the clearest way a man could claim his woman.
Some might suggest a tattoo, but the thought of carving anything into this beautiful skin with a blade made me uncomfortable. Violet was the perfect example. Her skin, wrapped in delicate white lace underwear, was so flawless and soft that anyone passing by on the street would instinctively turn for a second look. It was art. The best thing to do was preserve it exactly as it was.
For now, though, I would slowly color it with the marks of my lips.
“Hah… will you kiss my chest too…?”
After covering her neck and collarbone with kiss marks, Violet—her face slightly flushed—began urging me onward. I didn’t refuse. I unhooked her bra and freed her full breasts to the world.
“…Don’t stare so much. It’s a little embarrassing.”
“I can’t help it. They’re too beautiful. Where else would I ever see breasts this perfect?”
“Really… you have such a silver tongue…”
I meant every word. Violet’s breasts were among the most beautifully shaped I’d ever seen—large yet maintaining a perfect teardrop form, with pink nipples matching her hair color, and a softness that yielded gently to the touch. Half the male students in this academy had probably lost sleep fantasizing about them.
“Kyaa?!”
I left a light bite mark on one and began sucking gently. I was the one who had conquered this beautiful woman. Not the countless parasites in this world, but me—Artin the lion—had made even Violet my lover.
“Hnnng… Artin…”
Violet flinched at the unfamiliar sensation, but when I rolled her slightly erect nipple with my tongue, she let out a sweet moan and slowly surrendered her body to my touch.
I didn’t rush. One hand cradled her waist while the other gently caressed her inner thighs, teasing her.
“Hnng… haa… hah…”
Listening to the different sounds she made depending on where and how I touched her made me feel like a musician.
“It feels strange… my head’s all fuzzy… my body feels like it’s floating…”
“That’s what an orgasm feels like. How’s your first one?”
“I don’t know… it’s embarrassing… hah! I-It feels good…”
Violet trailed off shyly, but when I lightly bit the tip of her nipple, she trembled and confessed honestly.
With my limited but useful experience, I figured Violet was ready to accept me now.
Swish.
“Ah…”
When I slowly pulled down her lace panties, her smooth, hairless pink folds came into view, glistening slightly from our earlier play. I wanted to taste her right then, but I held back.
‘I can’t let Violet’s first climax happen from foreplay alone.’
I laid her gently on the bed. Thanks to the large bed Olga had prepared, we had plenty of space even with her unconscious form beside us. We faced each other in the missionary position.
“F-Finally… we’re becoming one.”
Violet’s face was flushed with tension and excitement; she couldn’t quite meet my eyes.
“Don’t be too nervous, Violet. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
“You promise… right…?”
When I spoke softly to reassure her, Violet wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed her eyes shut as if bracing herself.
Wanting to spare her pain, I aligned myself carefully and began pushing in slowly.
Squelch!
Violet’s entrance stretched wide for the first time, swallowing me inch by inch with wet sounds.
“Hnnng…”
“Does it hurt, Violet?”
She furrowed her brows slightly but shook her head, silently asking me to continue. Whenever my women made that face, I felt both a strange sense of conquest and guilt. My size was probably the culprit. But just like the others, once Violet got used to it, she would enjoy it too.
‘…Maybe this world really was an erotic novel all along?’
The thought crossed my mind, but I pushed it aside and focused on sinking deeper.
“Hnnk…! It feels strange, Artin… like I’m not myself anymore…”
Experience really was the best teacher. All those quick sessions with multiple women had paid off. With Agnes, I’d just thrust in, but this time I twisted my hips slightly, adjusting the angle to match Violet’s shape. Even during her first time, she seemed to be feeling pleasure.
‘…I feel a little bad for Olga now.’
I made a mental note to give Olga some tender lovemaking later. Just as that thought crossed my mind, I felt something slowly tear.
“…Hah… it hurts a little… but I’m happy, Artin…”
I could feel the bedsheet growing damp. I didn’t need to look to know it had turned red.
“I gave you my first… so now you have to take responsibility until the end, okay?”
“…Is that even a question? You’re my woman until the day I die, Violet.”
Violet smiled brightly at my words and pressed her lips to mine. I didn’t refuse. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pushed all the way in. When my tip kissed her cervix, I felt her back tremble with a light climax.
But neither of us stopped kissing. In that moment, we both felt it clearly—we had become one.
**
“…Artin’s taking a while. Did something happen?”
At that same moment, in the church’s lodging…
“…Hehe, I’m sure it’s nothing. More importantly, what should I do with Artin today…”
Right after training, worried that she might smell of sweat, Kaien had washed thoroughly and now sat neatly on her bed, waiting for Artin.
“I already brushed my teeth, chewed mint gum… and prepared the dream fragrance… Hehe… Today, maybe I’ll ask for lots of kisses and gentle praise?”
Not bad. Direct lewd acts were forbidden by the status window, but kisses, petting, and tight embraces had been permitted. After spending over twenty years saving the world, surely everyone would forgive her for wanting a little praise from the one she loved.
“Hehe… I hope Artin comes soon.”
Kaien held a twenty-one-year-old girl’s heart in her chest and waited obediently for Artin—completely unaware of what was happening in the basement of that very lodging.