Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Avid Reader's Reformation Life
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Sion slowly cupped Lilit's breast.
The full, firm mound fit perfectly into his palm, unyielding and perky, sending an indescribable sensation through him that words failed to capture.
‘...Yeah, Kim Yu-hyun really might be a eunuch.’
For a woman like this to tempt him and him not fall for it? Sion's conclusion was that the guy wasn't normal.
Even a stone Buddha would crack in the face of a body like this.
"Hah!"
When he took her breast into his mouth, a sticky moan escaped Lilit's lips.
It was a plea to move on quickly, but Sion, mischief sparking again, only teased with light lip smacks, doing nothing more.
"W-Why...?"
Now it was Lilit, pinned beneath him, who squirmed restlessly.
Her body was on fire, desperate for relief, but his constant teasing was driving her mad.
She wanted to growl a warning, but the ache was too intense for even that.
Tap, tap—.
"Hah!"
The tip of his tongue flicked her nipple, drawing a sharp cry from Lilit.
But Sion merely eyed the pink, ripe fruit, refusing to take it in.
Instead, he circled the hardened bud slowly with his tongue tip, savoring it agonizingly.
"P-Please... Sion, please..."
It had gone from hot to outright painful.
Lilit begged with a desperate, near-tearful expression.
She couldn't hold back anymore—eat her already. Sion nodded.
"Ah!
Aah!
Hee!"
With a wet slurp, he sucked her nipple and breast together, and finally, Lilit's face brightened.
Her silver waterfall of hair spilled across the bed like a galaxy.
Drinking in the sight, Sion lightly nipped her nipple with his teeth.
"Haa!
B-Biting... th-that..."
"Should I stop?"
"N-No.
I l-like it.
More...
More, please..."
At her affirmation, Sion moved his mouth to her other saliva-slicked breast.
He lavished it with even more teasing tongue work, feasting freely on her breast and nipple.
"Hnng... Ahh!
Hah!"
Lilit twisted her legs, rubbing her thighs together frantically.
Noticing, Sion trailed his free hand over her slit.
It felt freshly licked clean from before, yet another flood had soaked her thoroughly.
Squish—.
A light press with his finger made her twitch.
He parted her entrance slightly with his middle finger, circling the edges gently, and Lilit's eyes lost focus, glazing over.
"N-Not fingers...
Not that...
Something bigger.
Something better, please..."
At her plea, the man shifted position.
Locking eyes with the woman beneath him, he aligned his tip carefully at her entrance.
Squish.
"Hnnng!"
Her ample juices allowed easy entry, but Sion teased by only pushing the head in, testing her.
The tight, melting walls gripped his tip, delivering a jolt of pleasure that nearly made him finish.
"Faster, deeper inside—now."
To Lilit, it was pure torture.
Urged on, Sion sank slowly into her depths.
Each thrust elicited a symphony of moans from her lips.
Once fully sheathed to the hilt, Lilit let out a satisfied sigh.
"Hey...
Sion."
"Yeah?"
"Honestly... I was worried earlier."
"About what?"
"That guy... ahn!
When you fought him."
She meant the duel with Ludwig.
Sion moved his hips steadily, waiting for more, as Lilit murmured dazedly.
"You can't even handle mana...
Ahn.
I thought you'd get hurt.
Ahh...
I don't know why.
Because you're my contractor?
Hah.
First contract, first time linking with a true body..."
Sion answered not with words but a powerful thrust.
Slap!
"Ahk?
Hah!
Ah!"
"Don't worry, I said.
I hate pain, hate getting hurt, and dying's the worst.
I'd cry my eyes out leaving two beauties like you behind."
"B-But!
Uwah!
Hee!
I-It's unavoidable!
Hng!"
Slap!
Slap!
As speed built and Sion plunged in and out relentlessly, Lilit felt herself melting away entirely.
She, who had reigned as queen of succubi for over a century.
She, who invaded men's dreams, ensnaring them in pleasure, ravishing and toying with them at will—now lay beneath one man, moaning helplessly as ecstasy overwhelmed her.
These unfamiliar emotions surged, terrifying her.
But she didn't want to retreat.
She wanted closer, deeper.
This man she'd dismissed as a power-hungry fool—she craved more time by his strangely captivating side.
"Hoo!
Hah, hah!"
"Ahhng!
Uhh...
Hnnng!"
Her fumbling, desperate hand found his on the bed, caressing the back before interlocking fingers tightly.
He gripped hers harder, driving toward the edge with final fervor.
Human, demon, noble, succubus queen—differences faded.
In this moment, they were just a man and woman, sharing heart and soul, gazing into each other's eyes.
They smiled purely, lips meeting, and together, the pair reached climax.
"Aaahhh!"
"Hnngh!"
Sparks flashed before their eyes.
Sion collapsed into her embrace, and Lilit clung tight, trembling through waves of new emotions and pleasure for a long while.
"Ah, haa..."
A warm something melted in her chest, spreading through her body.
Unfamiliar, but not bad.
In fact, she wished it would last forever, whispering inwardly.
"...How do you feel now?"
Emerging from exhaustion, Sion asked. She answered with a deep kiss.
Relieved by her satisfaction, he sighed in quiet gratitude.
He hadn't shown it, but one more round might've left him bedridden tomorrow.
"Feels good, though."
"Why?"
"Doing it with you in that annoying guy's house.
Like marking the place with a gorgeous woman before bouncing. Hilarious."
"Uh... I'll clean up any traces, though?
Should I leave some?"
"Nah, not that far.
Just psychological satisfaction."
Sion stroked her cheek and hair repeatedly.
They said post-sex affection gave women as much pleasure as the act itself.
Lilit savored his touch dazedly, then closed her eyes.
The temptation to sleep in his arms was overwhelming.
If this were Klauzen Margrave Territory, she might have.
"Now it really begins."
"Hm?"
Sion's mutter drew an unwitting response from Lilit.
He smiled lightly.
"Time to live properly.
My way, on my terms."
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"See you at the capital."
At Marquis Volko's words, Sion replied.
"You're coming too, Marquis?"
"Didn't plan to, but that Lichten brat earned merits. Me skipping out would look bad."
The Redenen Marquis House had produced many of the kingdom's warriors.
Marquis Volko Redenen himself had feats from past wars.
A young noble's battlefield glory demanded his presence at the rewards.
"..."
Sion glanced around.
One expected face was missing.
"The kid didn't show.
Seems he really hates your guts."
"I see."
"Don't sweat it much.
Lichten and I go way back like that.
Not exactly chummy now, either."
With both attending the royal party anyway, they'd cross paths then. Marquis Volko ended their farewell.
The journey to the capital resumed.
No major issues.
Just Risikida occasionally eyeing Sion oddly.
"Something wrong, Rishi?"
Before boarding the carriage, Sion finally asked. Risikida fidgeted, then whispered close.
"W-Well...
Master—I mean, Young Lord—suddenly you smell different..."
"...?"
Risikida laughed it off lightly, but Sion got chills.
Not a dog—how could she detect Lilit's scent?
Even after a thorough morning shower.
‘She's no pushover either.’
Not for nothing an upper knight.
Smelling another woman—what did that have to do with knighthood? Still.
"Young Lord.
The capital's in sight."
Hours later, the group arrived.
Vaster and grander than any noble's domain: the royal capital city, and beyond, the palace atop the hill.
Where Kim Yu-hyun's tale—now Sion's—would truly begin.
"What's next?"
At Risikida's question, Sion said head to the palace first.
The royal party hadn't started, but scouting the situation was key—and several characters he wanted to meet were inside.
‘The king with great ruling skills but frail health; the prince decent enough to be a good king with wise advisors or tyrant with sycophants due to his gullibility; and...’
Talented, kind, perfect in every way.
Yet ruined by misguided love, ending in suicide: the princess.
‘All Kim Yu-hyun's doing, that bastard.’
Lilit's unrequited love was tame by comparison.
She'd become an enemy when denied.
But the princess was different.
Craving Kim Yu-hyun's arms, yet her position kept her away.
Desperate, she tried binding him to her side, but he rejected her coldly—like a true eunuch.
Then temptation struck: a devil's—or angel's—lure.
One mistake, one lapse, and the Hispania royals were massacred.
The princess, realizing her unforgivable folly, took her own life.
‘The command structure crumbled, chaos worsened, collapse accelerated.’
Oblivious Kim Yu-hyun merely laid flowers at her grave, praying for her soul—the ultimate bastard move.
Readers raged; the author hiatus'd for a week without warning.
‘...Kim Yu-hyun's a bit pitiable, honestly.’
Not some noble lady—a princess.
Kim thought she'd be happier with a great noble's son than a mere swordsman like him.
So he pushed her away harshly.
Never imagining the hurt.
‘Maybe give those two a nudge.’
No lasting heroine past mid-novel.
Lucia murdered, Lilit enemy, princess suicide; others retired, vanished, or unmentioned.
Women galore, yet no commitments—a perpetual tease.
Feeling guilty snatching Lucia and Lilit early, Sion decided to nudge the princess toward Kim if possible.
She fancied him from the start; shouldn't be hard.
"Identified as arrivals from Klauzen Margrave Territory.
Welcome to the capital."
Hmmm.
Entering the capital, Sion inhaled deeply.
Air different from Klauzen—scent of political intrigue.
‘Yes, this suits better.’
Smiling, he preferred verbal takedowns of Trojan horse allies over sword fights.
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