Chapter 315
Chapter 315
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 315
Chapter Title: Dawn's Mistake (2)
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The Sage's human relationships always ended poorly.
Because duty took precedence over friendship, long ago the Sage had to betray her friend.
Her sly, fox-like image and the position of Sage.
Those who tried to get close to her always hid dark desires within.
Even good connections couldn't bridge the vast gap in their time together.
No matter how close they were, relationships inevitably crumbled after long periods.
The difference in lifespans was immense, leaving no one by the Sage's side in the present day.
She had transcended countless ages, yet she was lonely.
The moniker "incarnation of reason" felt shameful.
The Sage always drowned those emotions in alcohol.
Sitting alone in Eden, she would tilt her glass wistfully, reminiscing about old encounters from ages past. That was her daily routine.
"Never become a Sage, my child."
Was the problem that she hadn't even listened to her mother's advice with half an ear?
"Why, Mother?"
"You're too frail."
"You feel too deeply."
"You're prone to loneliness and timid."
"Your emotions outpace your reason."
"Even if you learn magic, you'll be the weakest mage among all past Sages."
"Your sharp mind will be wasted on other pursuits."
The Sage remembered her mother's words.
But after her mother died and Sephiroth made the offer, she accepted the role without hesitation.
Though unspoken, it was because she secretly admired her mother, and it wasn't a difficult task.
As her mother said, her intellect was her strong suit.
Having become the Sage, she had led Eden smoothly to this day.
Still, the accumulating emotions were something she couldn't handle.
She was lonely.
Without Sephiroth, she would have gone mad long ago from the lack of human conversation.
When the three arrived in Eden, she felt joy for a fleeting moment.
Marronier and Sansu-yu didn't regard her with suspicion like others did.
A Sage is untrustworthy. They could slit your throat while you sleep.
Others approached her with that mindset.
How long had it been since she received pure goodwill from anyone?
However, she couldn't help feeling resentment toward Lee Siheon, who had been wary of her.
It was natural given his status, and she understood and empathized.
But now, with alcohol in her system, those feelings swelled even more.
"...I didn't actually want to do that to you either."
Her actions could only appear to Lee Siheon as defending Flower.
"But it was necessary."
It had to be done.
The Sage understood Lee Siheon's perspective to some extent, yet she had to monitor him.
However, that entire process didn't suit her true nature.
In truth, she had no need to say such things.
Why confess to her surveillance target?
It was the alcohol loosening her tongue, spilling the guilt and loneliness she harbored inside.
Lee Siheon listened quietly before responding.
"I know."
He probably didn't even grasp the meaning of her words.
Lee Siheon was on the verge of sleep.
Like listening to a friend's drunken complaints, he nodded along unconditionally.
Yet for now, that alone eased her loneliness a bit.
Others might not see it, but the Sage was timid.
She nodded her head slowly back and forth. Lee Siheon closed his eyes.
Sleep was overtaking him.
She herself was at her limit from the drinking, so she slowly let her head droop on the soft chair.
The physical distance had shortened as they drank. She had gradually scooted her chair closer.
They fell asleep almost simultaneously.
Her white hair draped over his shoulder.
The slight weight caused his dazed, eyes-closed body to tilt, falling sideways off the chair.
The Sage, who had been leaning her head on his shoulder, naturally followed him to the floor.
Thud!
The Sage landed on top of Siheon, who had fallen first from the chair.
The minor impact shook off a bit of her drowsiness, and she slowly lifted her eyes.
'Why... am I lying down?'
Before her eyes, black pupils stared blankly, filling her vision.
'Huh?'
His face looked as if lost in a dream. He blinked his slightly furrowed eyes.
Reality felt distant amid the intoxication.
Was he thinking this was a dream?
The Sage momentarily forgot that Lee Siheon's essence was the Wood Spirit King.
Grip.
Strength entered the arm she was squishing, and he pulled her firmly toward him.
"!?"
Lying on the floor, she was tucked neatly into his embrace. The alcohol clearing slightly, the Sage's eyes widened.
Grab!
"...Siheon—"
So quickly she didn't notice in her drunken haze, his hands embraced her.
Her soft body overlapped him like a pillow. His hands rested on her shoulders and waist.
He hugged her tightly, to the point of pain.
Her large breasts pressed against him, flattening like glutinous rice cakes pounded in a mortar.
His nose bridge delved into her cleavage.
Embarrassingly, he inhaled the scent of sweat pooled deeply there.
The Sage tried to push Lee Siheon away.
But without using magic, all she could do was weakly pat his muscular body.
"Just a moment, Mr. Siheon. Wake up."
The motion continued naturally.
The fingers embracing her lightly tugged the bra strap on her shoulder.
Snap— The taut strap snapped back, slapping against her skin.
"Eek."
Startled, the Sage parted her lips.
A moist, soft sensation extended into her cleavage.
It gently licked and sucked at the exposed upper breasts.
His other hand slowly stroked her waist, then her pubic bone, her buttocks.
At the warm touch felt through her clothes, the Sage squeezed her eyes shut.
A sensation she'd never felt before.
She'd never allowed anyone to touch her body anyway.
She knew it only in theory, vaguely.
"...Hngh, wait... Mr. Siheon, if you do this to me... I'm not like those other women."
She knew about Lee Siheon's relationships with women.
But this drinking habit wasn't in her memory.
Absurdity, a touch of excitement, the alcohol's haze, and the warmth filling her body.
Embraced in his arms, the Sage could only roll her eyes helplessly.
What should she do?
Her thoughts wouldn't connect.
Even if she tried to think of a solution, the fog in her mind made her forget instantly.
"...Phew."
Lee Siheon lifted his face from her cleavage and looked at the Sage's face.
Still lost in drink, unaware of who she was.
Whenever he drank, his lover was always by his side.
Jin Dalrae, Lee Seyoung, Star, Imperial Path.
His body was accustomed to it—that was the right way to put it.
Gradually, his head drew closer.
Hot breath brushed her face, flushing the Sage's cheeks bright red.
"...W-Wait, Mr. Siheon."
Even grabbing his cheeks to push him away, the strength difference was too great.
She pulled her head back, but his lips closed the distance in an instant, finally touching hers.
"Mmph—"
Lips closed, lightly.
The rough surface of his lips grazed her sensitive ones, heightening her senses.
The scent of alcohol became aware to her.
A man's scent. One she'd never smelled up close.
Not the barbaric, off-putting odor from visiting training camps.
A thick, intoxicating aroma that captivated women during intimacy.
His hand wrapped around her back. The other gently stroked her hair.
Sweat droplets fell onto the red carpet. Eyes tightly shut, the Sage gradually relaxed her arms amid the enveloping warmth.
His tongue tapped her lips.
Licking her upper lip, excited nasal breaths escaped.
A deep bond that mere conversations with others could never satisfy.
Panic was momentary; her inner loneliness began to fill subtly.
This was strange.
'This shouldn't be happening.'
Knowing what Lee Siheon truly was, she absolutely shouldn't allow this situation.
'Stop...'
The Sage parted her lips.
A wet tongue slipped between.
Smack.
With a short, vulgar sound, he took the saliva pooled in her mouth.
Sticky saliva from his mouth followed in.
At the unfamiliar sensation, she swallowed unconsciously. Gulp.
Too late, she tried to push him away, but Lee Siheon only toyed with her small, cute tongue retreating.
"...Hah, ah... smack."
Gradually learning pleasure.
Her dizzy mind could no longer regain reason.
Now, with the desire to bask in this coziness, the Sage closed her eyes and focused on the lip sensation.
The roughness now felt soft too.
The pressure on her breasts wasn't binding but rather unraveling her.
Something no other human could imagine.
Taking the Sage's body.
His persistent tongue thrusts grew incredibly skilled.
Her heart pounded.
Like soda fizzing, their mouths met explosively, exchanging rough breaths as cheeks rubbed.
"Pwah... haa. Haa, haa..."
There was no resistance.
The Sage's hands fiddled with Lee Siheon's face.
"...We can't... do this."
Squeeze.
The embrace stretched long.
Her chest felt like it might burst physically.
Yet from the Sage's lips came not pain, but endearing gasps.
"...Ah. Ah... aang."
Lightly caressing the lower buttocks, when she parted her lips at the breast pain, his tongue entered again.
Her entire body was snow-white and soft.
Waves rippled across her breasts at his touch.
After mixing tongues for a while, the Sage held back her moans and lowered her gaze.
Her back began to arch slightly.
"...Bed."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Entering the room, leaving sleeping Sephiroth in the central playroom behind.
The Sage, who had dragged in the staggering Lee Siheon, acted first by kissing him.
The scene captured first in the glowing crystal orb.
Embracing him almost to collapse, wrapping her tongue around his lips.
No conversation followed. Even uttering a word hurt her head amid the alcohol haze.
Slurp, smack.
Lifting the dress skirt revealed cute bear-patterned panties.
Rubbing the still-dry spot made it wet quickly.
Her lower abdomen throbbed like two hearts. It tickled. The body shapers she roughly yanked off lay broken.
"...Hngh, hnngh."
Moaning while tangling tongues.
The white bra hooks tore off from the force, dangling awkwardly on the bed.
But even that was pushed off as her thighs spread, dropping the bra under the bed.
Lips soaked in saliva parted, tears in her eyes, the Sage gazed at Lee Siheon.
Beneath her lust-entwined form, enormous breasts were fully exposed, incomparable.
Grabbing them, flesh overflowed between his five fingers.
Pale pink nipples, not fully ripened in color.
Yet her skin was so white they appeared richly erotic.
Lying on the bed, they toyed with each other freely.
No, it was almost one-sided.
The Sage could barely handle the stimulation from the man. All she could do was emit faint moans and tremble.
Not erect, just fingertip softly tracing the slit buried in her panties, and the Sage desperately grabbed his hand.
Finally aware, albeit late.
"Haa... haa."
But her face was already thoroughly defiled.
Lee Siheon undid his pants, revealing the veiny cock inside.
The thick shaft poked her navel.
Her mouth felt parched.
Lee Siheon's hand gently gripped her hair.