Chapter 227 Melting Night -10
Chapter 227 Melting Night -10
Asira's blue hair was damp.
She had apparently just bathed. Her hair still dripping, Asira blinked as she stared at the naked Jiha and Yura.
Anyone could see they were about to join their bodies together.
"Ah..."
Asira realized it in a rush and stumbled backward, then froze.
"W-Wait. Isn't that... dangerous?"
Yura was a succubus. Wasn't she someone Jiha couldn't sleep with?
A succubus's Drain ability, activated upon deflowering, could only be survived by a man whose Mana exceeded her own.
And wasn't Yura's Mana capacity high even among Uniques?
No man currently in Warsland could take Yura through a direct approach.
At least, not within Asira's knowledge...
"You're the one in danger."
Jiha approached Asira, still completely naked.
Asira reflexively retreated, but Jiha subtly angled outward, herding her toward the bed.
Focused entirely on moving backward, Asira hadn't paid attention to the direction she was going.
She'd been trying to put distance between herself and the erect Jiha. Only when her legs hit the bed did she understand the situation.
"W-Wait. What is this... what in the world."
Asira was too confused to speak properly.
Witnessing Jiha and Yura about to intertwine in her own room was shocking enough, but Jiha openly advancing on her was far from normal.
"First, some clothes..."
"Two of us are naked, so you should undress too. Show some awareness."
So saying, Jiha pulled Asira into an embrace and pressed his lips against hers.
A sudden kiss. And knowing that Yura was watching from behind, Asira twisted her head to escape it, but Jiha seized her chin and growled.
"I'm pretty angry right now, so be quiet and listen."
"H-Huh, wha..."
"Because Yura pissed me off."
Jiha said that and kissed Asira again.
Realizing that Yura was watching from beyond Jiha, Asira's eyes trembled.
The hands that had hesitated and fumbled, trying to push Jiha away... soon wrapped around him instead.
She didn't understand why, but knowing her male was angry, she stayed obedient.
Sensing Asira's submission, Jiha pulled down the zipper of the leotard clinging to her body.
Having stripped it off her before, he could do so easily.
"Ah, wait."
Asira was flustered by Yura watching, but Jiha didn't hesitate.
He slid a hand through the opening of the leotard and grabbed a handful of her voluptuous breast, while sucking her lower lip between his own and stretching it with a sticky pull.
Squeeze.
"Mm, hah..."
His rough fingers kneaded her greatly swollen, pale-blue breasts. Unable to refuse, Asira squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
As she accepted it meekly, Jiha slowly traced his fingers from the crown of Asira's head.
When his fingertips slid down her cheek and caressed the nape of her neck, she flinched and trembled.
"Haa, haa..."
Flushed from the kiss alone, Asira's face was dyed deep red.
Smack. Smooch.
"Yura."
"Hah, ah. Yes..."
At Jiha's call, Yura approached from the side, trembling.
Asira, who had just been seen locking lips with Jiha, went pale and didn't know what to do with herself.
She thought the fact she'd been hiding—that she'd had relations with Jiha—had been discovered by Yura.
"Ah, haaa..."
Meanwhile, the female knight's rear—the flesh spilling from her leotard—was kneaded freely by the man's hand.
Asira's mind wanted to flee this place, but her body was rejoicing and anticipating the man's touch.
Even in front of Asira.
While kneading Asira's rear, Jiha turned his head. Yura pressed herself against him and kissed him.
"...Mmm. Hahp."
The red-haired succubus squeezed her eyes shut and kissed the lips that had just been against Asira's.
Spilling sweet moans, she narrowed her eyes, clung tightly to the man's neck, and kissed him with passion.
"Ah, aah..."
Asira, her rear held firmly in Jiha's grip, watched it happen right in front of her, looking utterly devastated.
Of course, Jiha was originally Yura's lover. A kiss like this was natural, but...
"Ah, mmm. Haaah."
The way Yura let out sticky, wanton sounds and brazenly worked her tongue over Jiha's lips made Asira's breath catch in a strange way.
Her chest felt utterly constricted, and she couldn't say a word.
"Ha, aaa..."
Jiha's left hand clamped down on Yura's rear.
With one beautiful woman's backside in each hand, the male steadied his breathing.
"Mmm, mmph."
Lick, lick.
Even after the kiss ended, Yura was dazedly sticking out her tongue, licking over Jiha's lips.
As if the kiss just now hadn't been enough.
Like a pet begging for more.
"Ha, mmm..."
Finally withdrawing her tongue under Jiha's gaze, Yura let out rough, panting breaths and glanced sideways at Asira.
"Ah, that is..."
Asira hurriedly tried to form words but wore a bewildered expression.
However, Yura slowly shook her head.
"...Jiha was right. I'm sorry, Asira. I deceived you."
"...Eh?"
"I was joined with Jiha long ago. Even before you came to Waris."
"..."
Asira's face filled with immense shock.
A confession she'd never dreamed of. Hadn't Asira justified giving her body to Jiha by telling herself she was doing it in Yura's place?
Her face, even her voice changed drastically. Asira glared at Jiha.
"You bastard. What on earth have you done to Yura..."
"No, Asira. It was me who asked Jiha. To hold you as well."
"Wh-What..."
Asira was even more dumbfounded.
Yura spoke carefully.
"...You had fallen for Jiha too, Asira. But because you're thinking of me, you'd bury those feelings."
"Mmm."
Asira couldn't deny it.
After arriving at Waris, watching Jiha handle his affairs from the side, her eyes kept being drawn to him.
Her heart had raced. That was the truth.
Learning he was Yura's lover had shocked and bewildered her, but she had secretly been attracted to the audacity Jiha showed by revealing it.
Yura smiled gently.
"Asira, you do like men who are a little overbearing, don't you?"
"Mmm, ah, no. That's not it, Yura."
Asira denied it, her face blushing.
Yura said quietly.
"...Until I met Jiha, I lived thinking I was inferior to you, Asira. It wasn't that you did anything wrong; I was the deficient one. So I kept hiding it. Telling you would've been pointless, and it would've upset you greatly."
"..."
Asira looked as though she'd been physically struck by a hammer.
Yura, whom she cherished and loved so dearly, had harbored an inferiority complex?
Flustered, Asira quickly spoke.
"Yura, what are you... There are so many ways you surpass me. You're far more beautiful than someone like m— Ah, ack."
"The girl is finally talking, so be quiet and listen."
Jiha closed his five fingers tightly around Asira's rear and kneaded, cutting off her words.
Asira flinched and trembled but closed her mouth.
Though she shot Jiha a piercing glare.
Even while having fallen for Jiha, she still flipped at anything concerning Yura.
"Oh, look at that. Gonna take a swing soon?"
"...I'll decide after hearing everything, but you'd best brace yourself for more than that."
"Why wait? Go ahead and hit me now."
When Jiha stuck out his cheek, daring her, Asira turned her head away.
The truth was, even if she'd flared up for a moment, she didn't have a shred of intent left to attack Jiha now.
But Jiha, knowing this, kept pushing.
"My heart just shattered because you were so rough with me, and you're pretending not to notice? How are you going to fix it?"
"...N-No. That's..."
Instead of words, Jiha kissed Asira.
Startled to be kissed again in front of Yura, Asira tried to pull back, but Jiha, who had anticipated it, squeezed her rear harder and pulled her back, stopping her.
"Ah, haah..."
With her lips bitten and sucked by Jiha, Asira trembled, helplessly lost.
If they were alone it would be one thing, but doing something this indecent with Yura watching?
Yet, perhaps because she truly couldn't push Jiha away, she merely quivered and let out faint moans.
In fact, a rosy hue gradually spread across her pale-blue cheeks as Jiha kissed her.
A blush of embarrassment... and secret pleasure.
Smooch.
The man's lips, still slick with Yura's saliva, tasted Asira's mouth, sucking and pulling at her lips wetly.
A hand squeezed and teased her trembling lower body, kneading it firmly.
Having sucked on Asira's lips for a long while, Jiha pulled away with satisfaction.
"Ha, haaa..."
"That feels a little better."
Embarrassed and yet apologetic, Asira glanced over at Yura.
The gazes of the two beautiful women met, their backsides each held fast in the man's hands.
Yura offered a faint smile.
"It felt good with Jiha, didn't it?"
"...Mmm, mm, mmm. I'm sorry."
Asira couldn't bring herself to say no, so her words trailed off.
Asira typically avoided lies, and even more so with precious Yura.
Yura looked at Jiha and said,
"But if you knew I was already joined with Jiha, Asira, you would absolutely refuse to do it. I didn't want that. I didn't want to have Jiha yielded to me by you."
"What do you..."
"It's not because I hate you. But I didn't want to keep living thinking I'm less than you. No, in the past it felt natural, but... it changed when I came to love Jiha."
Yura gazed tenderly at Jiha.
"Of course I want to become the woman Jiha loves most. But that doesn't mean making sure no other women are around him. Even if Jiha had every woman in the world, if he still said the one he liked best was Yura..."
"..."
"So I wanted you to become Jiha's woman too, Asira. I wanted to face you squarely, as a woman and as someone equal to you."
"No, why would you..."
Asira understood the words vaguely, but didn't know what to say.
She'd had no idea Yura held such thoughts.
Pressing her face to Jiha's chest, Yura looked back at Asira.
"I told you. I don't hate you. Even though I'm intimidated by you... I love you. I hate it when you suppress your affection for Jiha, supposedly for my sake. I'm grateful you think of me, but please don't treat me like a child."
"..."
"I'm happy when I'm with Jiha. And I want you to be happy too, Asira."
Asira wore a dazed expression before finally speaking.
"Mm, mmm. R-Right..."
"...Asira, do you really understand?"
Yura asked suspiciously.
By nature, Asira had a bright disposition, far removed from complicated emotions like inferiority complexes.
Asira sighed.
"I'm sorry. I had no idea you felt that way..."
"...She hasn't understood at all."
Yura laughed of disbelief.
Jiha laughed too.
"See? It's something that could be solved by just talking it out openly. Why all the complicated scheming?"
"..."
Yura stared at him blankly.
Originally, Yura had never truly intended to lay everything bare like this.
Because to her, Asira was like family: someone she both loved and found intimidating.
But once Yura honestly acknowledged and confessed her inferiority complex, Asira, though flustered, was also accepting it.
Trying to understand and fathom Yura's heart a little more.
As an awkward atmosphere settled between the two women, Jiha spoke.
"Alright, now both of you kiss."
"What?"
"...Pardon?"
Asira jolted in shock, and Yura was somewhat caught off guard as well.
Smiling, Jiha tightened the fingers gripping both women's rear ends.
"You fought, so you should make up, right?"
"Mmm, mmm. No, why would you..."
"...Asira, you don't want to do it with me?"
Grasping the meaning behind Jiha's order, Yura deliberately spoke in a hurt tone.
Asira's eyes flew open and she shook her head.
"No, it's not that I don't. But we're both women, and now we're each other's..."
"If you don't want to, we won't. Though Jiha wants it."
"...Mm, mmm."
Now that Jiha was brought into it, Asira awkwardly gauged the situation.
Then, with extreme awkwardness, she took a step toward Yura.
Unpleasant tasks like this ought to be shouldered by Asira first.
"Mmm, Asira, honestly..."
Yura understood and pulled Asira into an embrace.
The two women held each other tightly.
It was a picture-perfect scene.
But Yura drew her head back slightly and said,
"Shall we kiss, then?"
"...Mm, mmm. R-Right."
"Asira, if you're too embarrassed, it gets awkward for me too."
Whispering, Yura closed her eyes.
Asira closed her eyes as well.
The two women, holding each other affectionately, hesitantly brought their lips together.
"..."
Watching them, a fire kindled in Jiha's chest.
Right before him: the sight of his women, a beautiful succubus and a demon, kissing each other.
Their mutual embarrassment only made his lust surge further.
The urge to pierce both women right now flooded his manhood with urgent strength.
"Haa..."
"Mmm."
Yura and Asira parted their lips, which had barely brushed in a ghost of a kiss, and looked back at Jiha.
They noticed the immense strength now filling the man's hands, still clutching their backsides.
Realized he was immensely aroused.
"We can't be the only ones embarrassed, can we, Asira?"
"...Indeed."
The two women pounced on him in unison.