Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: A Devoted Reader's Rebirth Life
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Warm sunlight filtered through the window, and the beauty slowly opened her eyes.
She was still drowsy with sleep, but even so, the sparkling red irises shining through were breathtakingly beautiful.
Rustle—.
As she slowly sat up, silver cascades of hair poured down with a soft rustle.
It was the simplest of motions—yawning and stretching—but every gesture, every movement exuded an oddly sensual allure.
“You’re awake.”
“Yeah... Did you sleep well?”
“I slept fine, but I doubt I’ll get any more sleep now.”
Anxiety laced her response.
Lillete tilted her head and approached Sion, who stood by the window intently watching something.
His sharp gaze was fixed on a single spot, where an elderly man and a young woman sat.
‘The presence is fucking intense.’
Raido had come again.
He was a wildly unpredictable man with clear mental issues, but he wasn’t one to come and go on whims.
In other words, his return just two days after visiting the castle meant there was definitely another reason.
‘Even Lucia’s here. What the hell is going on?’
Sion racked his brain, but nothing immediately came to mind.
He could think of two likely reasons, though.
One was to discuss the impending war with Margrave Lichten.
And the other...
“...W-Why are you staring like that?”
“...”
“What is it? Don’t tell me you’re horny again already this morning?”
Of course, Lillete’s disheveled state was tempting enough to make even his little buddy stand at attention.
She wasn’t wearing a stitch, her breasts barely covered by her flowing hair—so any man who didn’t react to that sight was as good as dead.
“I-It’s not like I’m dying for you or anything, but if you want to, we could.”
“Later. More importantly, Lillete. You mentioned yesterday—about being trapped somewhere. Could you tell me more? As much detail as possible.”
Sion hoped something might match up with the novel’s events.
Lillete nodded and shared her story.
She’d been suddenly attacked, most of her mana stolen, and sealed in some unidentified temple.
Then, sensing a massive mana flow around her, she’d gradually absorbed it, biding her time for one shot at escape. When someone’s intense summons reached her, she’d broken the seal and emerged.
“That was me.”
“Yeah. You must’ve been the one intensely desiring something within range.”
Had his desire to grow stronger been that overwhelming?
Scratching his head, Sion carefully reviewed her words.
In the novel, she didn’t appear until after Clauzen territory fell and was annexed by the Nudia Kingdom.
A Nudia knight investigating the temple gets ambushed—that’s where that arc ends. Soon after, the knight shows up before Kim Yu-hyun, turned into Lillete’s puppet.
‘Her early appearance bothers me a bit compared to the novel... But she was obsessed with Kim Yu-hyun alone, and ends up killed by the heavenly race later anyway. Shouldn’t be a big issue.’
Plus, having the Succubus Queen by his side was a huge boon.
Her raw power was above average, but her mental attacks, innate to dream demons, were her true strength.
Even Kim Yu-hyun, forged in extreme trials, suffered from them.
Sion was still mana-less and stamina-weak, but with this sturdy shield at his side, he could breathe a little easier.
“By the way, Lillete. Don’t you think you should put some clothes on?”
“Clothes?”
“Yeah. You’re not planning to walk around naked, right?”
“Hmm... True. You humans care way more about clothes than I expected. Honestly, it seems like such a hassle. Who cares if someone sees? Why fuss so much?”
“I’m not that extreme. It’s just basic courtesy—cover what should be covered.”
“Oh? What’s this? Jealous that other guys might get turned on by my body?”
With that, Lillete suddenly pressed right up against Sion.
Her soft breasts squished against him, her sweet scent piercing his nose and shaking his resolve.
“Feel good?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t play dumb. Did you like it? Last night, I mean.”
Blushing at her question, Sion cleared his throat and nodded instead.
Like it? Of course—what man wouldn’t, embracing a woman that stunning, hailed as a goddess no less?
“So, you want to keep me all to yourself?”
“...Would that be a problem if I said yes?”
“Nope, not at all. It’d be natural. We made a contract—I’m yours now. If you’d said no, I’d feel pathetic.”
Lillete stepped over to the bed’s edge and perched there.
She crossed her legs slightly, flaunting her graceful hip curve, smooth thighs, and calves.
She even teasingly flashed and hid her intimate areas, making Sion’s manhood twitch relentlessly—a real ordeal.
“Hehe. Can’t get that excited already? Last night, with no mana left, my instincts were heightened and reason dulled—but it wasn’t heat season. What’ll you do when I really go into heat?”
He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
He wasn’t truly impotent; he could still perform then too. Shrugging, Sion brushed it off.
“Anyway! What do I do now? Contract’s done—I’ll do whatever you say. It’s how I keep my true form sustained on your essence.”
“Just stay by my side for now.”
“...Whoa. That wasn’t a prepared line, was it? My heart actually skipped for a second.”
Flashing a seductive smile, she spread her arms toward Sion.
Just as he shrugged and moved to hug her...
“Young Lord. It’s Sebastian.”
Pfft!
Yanked from a pink paradise back to harsh reality, Sion coughed like he’d been hit.
Lillete shot him a why-the-hell glare, but he ignored it, cleared his throat, and spoke.
“What is it?”
“The Margrave requests you in the parlor in thirty minutes.”
“Got it. Tell him I’ll be there on time—no worries.”
“Understood, Young Lord.”
Sion had tensed, thinking disaster if Sebastian entered—super fucked. Luckily, the butler deemed it improper to barge into the young master’s room first thing and withdrew obediently.
“What? Why so tense?”
Lillete poked his chest with her finger.
Maybe sensing his pounding heart.
Sion sighed and said,
“Monsters everywhere. Can’t relax.”
“Hmm? Just say the word—big sis’ll handle ’em.”
“Two might be doable, but the last one’d be tough even for you.”
“Listen to you. Think you can slack off ’cause I was under you last night? I’m the Succubus Queen! Top-tier demon! Got it?”
He knew she was top demon, near-divine.
Problem was, even she got schooled by Kim Yu-hyun, fled to heal, then slaughtered by heavenly race.
‘Bad matchup from the start.’
Succubus Queen or not, dream demons excelled at mental attacks over brawls.
Kim Yu-hyun, with two isekai transfers and endless ordeals, had vibranium-tier mentality.
He didn’t enjoy killing but never shied from blood—cold and ruthless, unlike typical isekai protags.
Her mental assaults might’ve worked once, but after resistance, she was just a deranged stalker trailing him.
‘Still, other characters crumbled to her mind games. Huge card for me.’
Like gaining an extra life—reassuring.
Even with the Succubus Queen—who heavenly race deemed their equal in beauty—right there, Sion saw her as just ‘one coin’.
“Lillete. You can shapeshift, right?”
“Huh? Obviously. But... how’d you know?”
“Read it in a book.”
“Liar. After charm, shapeshifting’s our second weapon—what do humans know to write about? Be honest with big sis. How?”
Gulp.
Lillete suddenly gripped his manhood hard, drawing a groan from Sion.
Her bold, aggressive touch sent blood surging; it stiffened instantly.
Giggling at the sight, she said,
“Wanna do it with me that bad? Hmm?”
“T-This is just a natural reflex. Like saliva when food hits your mouth—nothing more.”
“You talk smooth. So you don’t want more with big sis? I’m always ready. A little touch from you, and I’d flood—”
Her sweet, husky voice, laced with a nasal whine, nearly snapped his reason. He barely held on.
Sex drive was primal, hard to control for humans.
But Sion had a simpler, fiercer urge: survival.
“Not now, seriously. Hurry and shapeshift.”
“Tch... Fine. But I’ll collect interest later—all at once! Remember that!”
Shouting, Lillete asked who to transform into.
Village girl?
Castle maid?
Veiled fiancée?
Or soap-opera mom clutching a baby, yelling ‘It’s yours!’?
“The human you’ll become is this one.”
Sion handed approximate info and a rough sketch.
“...You fucking psycho. Are you insane?”
Lillete cursed for real.
—
The parlor inside Clauzen Count’s castle.
As a frontier, it saw few guests and gathered dust.
“Should’ve made this my lab.”
“No thanks. Don’t wanna see my castle blown up.”
Raido chuckled at Margrave Lichten’s half-serious quip, then slapped Kim Yu-hyun’s back—hard.
Literal smack; Kim scowled and glared ‘cut it out’ at his master, but Raido kept grinning and pounding.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Not some feeble geezer—this continent-shaking monster’s blows were half-lethal, not playful taps.
Fearing a mentor-disciple knife-fist brawl in his castle again, Margrave Lichten hurriedly spoke.
“Two visits in two days. What’s up?”
“That unidentified temple I was probing. Something escaped.”
“Pardon?”
“And faint traces lead right to your castle. They vanish perfectly after, though.”
Raido’s grave tone hardened the Margrave’s face.
Raido stayed to investigate that temple.
An escapee tracing to the castle? Unease stirred.
“Don’t sweat it, kid. Bro’s here—what’s to worry?”
“...That you’re the one I gotta trust most worries me.”
“Pfft!”
The ghostly woman beside him laughed at the Margrave’s earnest jab.
Eyeing her briefly, the Margrave bowed slightly.
“Long time, Miss Lucia.”
“Have you been well, Margrave?”
“We’ve managed. Didn’t expect you with Raido, though.”
“Oh, well... I had someone I wanted to see.”
“Someone?”
“Ahem! Lichten, you bastard! When’s that son of yours I summoned coming? Where is he!”
“Should be here any moment.”
Knock knock.
“Father. It’s Sion.”
As the Margrave finished, Sion’s voice came from outside.
At ‘enter,’ the door opened; uniformed Sion stepped in.
Spotting Raido, he bowed.
“Raido.”
“Come in, you damn br... kid.”
Mumbling, Raido glanced at Lucia beside him.
Her once-calm eyes now sparkled excessively.
‘Thieving bastard!’
He wanted to yell at Sion, but that’d earn a week of Lucia’s nagging marathon. He shut up.
Then a knight followed Sion in.
Middle-aged, unremarkable; he trailed obediently until locking eyes with Kim Yu-hyun.
“...”
“...”
In that instant, odd light flickered in Kim’s eyes; simultaneously, red aura briefly gleamed in the knight’s—then vanished.