Chapter 154
Chapter 154
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 154
Chapter Title: Every Man Should Experience It Once
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“Haah!
Haah!”
The woman let out breathless moans as her hands flailed helplessly, barely managing to grip the edge of the table.
Even as she did, the man ravaging her depths showed no mercy, thrusting in deep, pulling out, and slamming back up with relentless force.
“Unh!
Haa!
Master, Master!
I, I’m... again... again!
Aaaah!”
Now too weak to even cling to Sion, Risika lay slumped at an angle, whimpering sweetly.
That sight sent a spark!
crackling through the man, who responded by driving his hips upward even faster and harder.
Slap!
Slap slap!
“Eek!”
“Haaah!
Aaaaah!”
Her slender legs quivered in the air, toes curling tight then splaying out over and over.
She shuddered lightly again and again, gasping “Hauk!
Hauk!” in ragged breaths. Then, finally overwhelmed by the massive wave of pleasure rebounding through her, she lost control of her body and began to topple backward.
Sion swiftly wrapped an arm around Risika’s waist, supporting her and gently easing her upright.
Even for an elite knight like Risika, three climaxes in such a short time left her helpless against the aftershocks.
*If I had my way, I’d let her rest a bit.*
He pulled his body free from between her thighs and glanced away.
The first thing that caught his eye was, predictably, Risika’s utterly dazed gaze.
It was so alluring that his gut reaction was to plunge right back in, consequences be damned.
*Hold it together. Hold it together. She just needs a little break, right?*
*Yeah, smart guy?*
*Oh, disagreeing, are we?*
Staring at his still-throbbing erection, Sion couldn’t help but entertain a very reasonable suspicion: *Did that jerk Zhan guide us to this northern spot just to set this up?*
From night through dawn? Sure, maybe. But three times in under an hour?
To suppress his raging instincts, Sion looked away again.
But everywhere his eyes landed only fueled the fire.
Her beauty was beyond words—exactly the kind of woman Nudia’s king had craved. Sunlight danced off her tousled golden hair like threads of silk brocade. It was downright unfair.
If he dropped his gaze, those full, perky breasts overflowed his hands, crowned by shyly peaked pink nipples that dazzled him.
Turn his head away entirely? Then that pair of panties dangling precariously from her ankle delivered the killing blow.
Lily was the mature seductress who pinned him down without a chance to escape. Risika, though? She was the puppy gazing up with sparkling eyes, as if pleading, *Aren’t you going to keep going?* even when he tried to stop.
*Ah, damn it. Lily one hundred percent knows exactly how many times I’ve gone at it.*
Which meant next time with Lily, he’d be locked into at least four rounds.
It was the only way to preserve the succubus queen’s pride—and prove she outdid Risika.
“Risi.”
“Haa, haa...”
For now, though, Sion checked on Risika first.
He stroked her cheek softly as he whispered, and she stared blankly at the man before her.
“You okay?
If it’s too much, we can stop here.”
“Hnnn...”
Her face—and even her pale skin—were flushed bright red.
Pushed to the peak so many times in such quick succession, with no breaks in between, it was only natural.
Risika just panted and gazed at him vacantly, so Sion—blaming his own impatience for driving an elite knight this relentlessly—started to pull back.
Swish—.
“...Risi?”
Her arms slipped softly around his neck. Her limp legs tugged his body closer, locking him in place as if refusing to let him flee.
She clearly looked exhausted, yet her body clung to him like a puppy begging to play more.
“...You’re really going to do it?”
“Do what?”
“With that woman... g-get... married.”
Married. And that woman.
She had to mean Zhan Temuchin of the northern barbarian tribes.
*Come to think of it, Risi was there too.*
When Zhan showed up talking about a marriage alliance, Risika had been right beside him, listening.
She hadn’t said a word then, but she’d probably been anxious and flustered deep down.
Sure, she’d seemed understanding of Zhan, so he hadn’t worried much. But it looked like she’d been stewing in silence after all.
“...”
Sion gazed at Risika wordlessly for a moment.
“Aa, aaah!
Ahhhhn!
Hauk!”
Then he plunged his slick shaft—marked by both their fluids—back into her dripping folds.
Risika’s arms tightened around him. Her legs clenched harder.
Now half-draped over him from her perch on the table, she let out desperate moans. Sion gripped her hips and waist, whispering in her ear.
“Are you jealous, maybe, Risi?”
“N-no!
I’m yours, Master. I don’t get jealous.
I’m just your knight, following your lead. Your woman, who gets held when you hold her...”
He’d have understood even if she admitted to jealousy.
Risika had eyes only for Sion Cloudzen. She’d surrendered to the enemies she’d once fought, abandoned all of Nudia for him.
If the man who made that possible suddenly pushed her away, jealousy would be inevitable.
But she showed no sign of it—in her voice, expression, or actions.
She’d always said she was content as his battlefield blade, his bedroom lover.
*She really is an unscratched lottery ticket.
Time to send Nudia’s fools my faint thanks for kicking her to the curb—again.*
He was even tempted to shave a bit off their reparations out of gratitude.
Not that he’d actually do it.
“If I deem it necessary, I might.”
“...”
“What can you do?
That’s how nobles live.”
“Right.
Of course.
I understand, Master.”
Risika nodded weakly.
But as the saying goes, always hear people out to the end.
“Of course, the world’s full of the unpredictable.”
“Huh?”
“We might both get what we want, and naturally agree to call the whole marriage talk off.
No need to force a binding alliance when survival demands we join forces anyway.”
“W-what are you saying? I don’t get it.”
“It’s just a convenient excuse right now, a mutual agreement to buy time.
It might hold to the end—or we might mutually scrap it.”
Of course, whether Zhan would actually drop the marriage alliance was anyone’s guess. For now, Sion was soothing the woman in his arms with a tale that held *slight* plausibility.
Mix 90% lie with 10% truth for the perfect pitch, right?
“And what does marriage even matter?
Married or not, you’re mine forever, got it?
Worried I’d toss you aside if I tied the knot?
Or are you planning to ditch me instead?”
“How could you say that!
Never, never!
I’ll stay by your side forever. Swing my sword. Smile. Live like this... happy...”
Her words touched him deeply.
He brushed a light kiss to her warm, soft lips, then rocked his hips gently.
With her draped over him this time, the sensations were entirely different.
And she felt it too.
“Hnn, haaahn... g-good.
Th-this feels good.
Ahhh...”
Like a puppy finally back in its master’s arms, licking his cheeks nonstop.
Risika whispered in a voice so sweet it barely registered.
So different from Lily’s charms—the noble knight image crumbling away. It hammered reason with instinct’s mallet once more.
“Master, Master... ah, unh...”
Sion tilted his head forward, as if to say *don’t just wait—do what you want*. Risika eagerly flicked her lips against his, over and over.
He cocked his head slightly—*just teasing?*—and her flushed face grew cautious. Slowly, so carefully, she claimed his lips with hers.
Probably her first time taking the lead.
Still clumsy, but she seemed to grasp what pleased him.
Or maybe Lily had secretly schooled her on this too.
“Ah, ahhhhn!
Haa!”
He lifted her hips onto the table and savored her ripe pink fruit.
Licking softly, sucking lightly, nipping just a bit—each shift in Risika’s reactions was pure delight.
His mouth roamed her breasts and nipples without pause as his hips resumed their rhythm.
Her sticky, warm, chewy depths writhed around him, forcing him to fight back waves of release threatening to burst.
Squish, squish—.
“Ah, ah!
Aaa...!
Aaaah!”
Once held in her master’s arms, Risika clung like she never wanted to let go.
Sion embraced her tighter—like a promise to his fretful pup that he’d never release her—focusing wholly on their union.
“Master, Master... any version of you is fine... forever, stay by my side... forever...”
A faint unease lingered in her words.
No matter how many times he reassured her, the anxiety returned. She craved confirmation again and again.
Once discarded, she yearned to hear it endlessly: how precious she was, that she’d never be abandoned again.
“Even if you beg me to let you go, I won’t. Don’t plead for release later.”
“Aa, aa... aaaah!”
Did she sense the raw emotion in his reply?
The primal human instinct screaming *you’re mine*, the sheer possessiveness?
Risika sighed in pure relief, melting into sweet whimpers once more.
Her body, her heart, from head to toe—all yours.
Take her, ravage her at will.
Just having her near made her happy.
*I love you. I love you, Master.
Stay by my side forever, forever...*
—
Lily lounged in the garden, basking in the afternoon sun.
Then a strange tickle surged through her—for the fourth time already. “Heh?”
She let out a gasp.
“Would you look at that?
The guy who was panting after two rounds is already at four?
In just an hour, and he’s still raring to go instead of wiped out?”
She muttered to herself, as if narrating a live broadcast right before her eyes—the succubus queen at it again.
Normally, this would’ve pissed her off. But the other woman wasn’t just anyone; it was Risika.
She’d only wanted to gauge how far Sion would go. This result far exceeded expectations.
*Heh heh.
Now you know you owe me at least five next time, right?
You’re done for, Sion.*
Frankly, their enslavement bond made even one round explode her to the peak. She’d writhe for minutes—ten at most—before recovering.
Even if it wrecked her, she craved pushing further.
Sometimes she fantasized about being utterly ruined, stamina be damned.
“What?
Why’d you call me here?”
A grumpy voice came from behind.
At Trisha’s arrival, Lily smiled and beckoned her closer.
Trisha grumbled but trudged right over.
She’d realized this woman held the key to her relationship with Sion.
Keeping her as an enemy would hurt Trisha most, so despite the complaints, she went along with Lily’s wishes.
*Th-this isn’t because I want to hear your dirty stories!
Absolutely not!*
Of course, her thoughts said one thing. But when Lily spilled the details, Trisha blushed, yelled, or fled—yet her ears perked up more each time.
“Got word a bit ago.
Looks like the Basala Barony’s decided to resist too.
Saw their human knights and soldiers scrambling around.”
The massive blaze at Taiker Viscountcy. The resistance crushed in a single day.
Right after, one viscountcy and two baronies surrendered immediately, flinging open their gates.
They admitted guilt, promised to accept punishment, and begged for safety guarantees.
Three baronies left—and one had apparently decided resistance was their only shot, win or die.
“...These scum planning to defy Sion’s will again?”
“I really hate that tone of yours, but yeah. Spot on this time.”
“Guess one example wasn’t enough.”
Trisha snapped her fingers. Nearby, flames crackled!
Sparks now, like flint on steel. But Lily knew those could become hellfire pits.
“Let’s get to work.
Before Sion has to step in himself.”
“You sure?
Shouldn’t we at least tell him first?”
“Didn’t I tell you to show respect?”
“...Shouldn’t we say something, at least?”
“Sion’s probably hoping for it deep down.
Besides, he’s busy right now.”
“Busy?
Oh... really?”
At Trisha’s question, Lily flashed a smirk and nodded.
“Coaxing his abandoned puppy.
So don’t interrupt.”
*This big sis kinda loves her pure romance, y’know?*
Lily kept that last bit to herself.