Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: I'll Be the One to Steal Away the Young Lady
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Perhaps Lucia was the first to cross the starting line with something as utterly ordinary as affection.
Lily had come rushing in to steal someone else's mana, only to get devoured in reverse, while Risikida had wandered lost, desperately needing someone to lean on, and finally leaned on him.
But Lucia had shown her fondness from the very start. Even knowing there were already other women around him, she never wavered, steadily conveying her feelings to Sion.
“Ah!”
It was just a brief brush of their lips, but Lucia shot up in a panic.
When Sion asked in return, “Is that it?”, she flushed red and replied.
“Ki, kissing... isn’t that supposed to be... lips touching lips...?”
She’d said she’d devoured every magic book following her father Raido since childhood, reading voraciously. Apparently, that extended to learning about romance and relations between men and women from books as well.
Sion chuckled, and Lucia’s face crumpled into a pout as she grumbled, “Why! What did I get wrong?”
“You did.
You’ve got it wrong, Lucia.
Let me show you properly.”
With that, Sion grasped her shoulders with both hands and pressed his lips to her red ones once more.
He cracked the door open slightly with his tongue, tapping at her lips.
“Eek!”
It was clearly her first time with something like this; she startled and squirmed for a moment.
But soon enough, as if instinctively realizing this was the real thing, she let Sion’s tongue do as it pleased.
No, she even relaxed her tightly pressed lips, allowing him entry.
‘She’s not freaking out as much as I thought?’
She must have read something in those books after all.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have caught on so quickly, Sion thought, deciding to pick up the pace a bit.
Still kissing, he shifted his body upright, naturally pushing hers back.
Supporting himself on the bed with one hand while wrapping the other around her waist, he gently laid her down.
Of course, without breaking the kiss.
“Mm...”
As their position changed, tense breaths escaped her lips, tickling Sion as if she could guess what came next.
Their lips parted, a thin strand of silver trailing between them before snapping.
Lucia stared blankly at the sight for a moment, then looked at Sion smiling down at her. She tried to smile back but gasped as she felt his hand slip inside her clothes.
“Ah!
W-wait a second.
Sion!”
“Yeah?”
“I-I just got back, right?
I was casting spells, sweating and all, and...”
“So?”
“It’s dirty!
L-let me wash up first...”
Sion gazed down at her for a moment, then began slowly undoing the buttons of her top, as if her words weren’t worth considering.
Lucia frantically tried to stop his hands, insisting it was absolutely not okay, but he spoke casually, like it was no big deal.
“Lucia.
What were you doing?
Tormenting someone like Viscount Conean, making them hurt, and sweating from that?
Or did their tears and blood splatter on you?”
“N-no!”
“Right.
You sweated just to save someone.
I don’t think that’s dirty.”
“B-but!”
Despite her feeble protests, Sion had already unbuttoned her outer garment completely.
First came her chest, pale and flawless skin wrapped in undergarments.
Then her slender waist flowed into a taut, flawless abdomen, leading down to where her bottoms still clung.
“Aaah...”
She hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands, as if she’d die of embarrassment.
She really had worked up a sweat using magic.
A faint warmth and a slight musky scent emanated from her skin, but Sion didn’t find it repulsive or unclean.
If anything, it blended with a woman’s natural scent, creating an oddly seductive aroma.
Rustle—
“Hn!”
He lightly licked her taut stomach, and Lucia tensed up, reflexively pulling his head tight against her.
She kept protesting about the dirtiness, the weird smell, trying to stop him, but he savored her like a sweet fruit right before his eyes.
“Haa, haa...”
Perhaps realizing his words weren’t lies but genuine, her resistance visibly waned. The arms clutching him loosened, as if silently giving permission.
Sion pulled back slightly, pausing near her chest, and looked at her.
“If you’re this embarrassed already, what are you gonna do about what comes next?”
“Y-yeah...
Was I weird?”
Sion shook his head, conveying it was absolutely not.
Then he slipped a hand under the strap of her undergarment and silently gazed down at her.
A wordless question: Can we go further?
Lucia took a deep breath and slowly nodded.
Snap, snap—
Gently tugging the fabric down, a soft bounce revealed a pure white mound.
As pristine as her skin, incredibly soft and plush-looking, topped by a shy pink bud peeking out cutely.
When Sion brushed it lightly, Lucia cried “Ah!” and flailed, unsure where to look.
“Look at me.
Lucia.”
“B-but it’s embarrassing.”
“I want to see you?”
Her face burned red, and she fidgeted helplessly before finally turning back to gaze up at him.
She’d longed for, dreamed of this moment, yet facing it head-on left her breathless, heart pounding wildly, struggling to keep control.
The kiss resumed.
This time, Lucia tentatively extended her tongue to follow his lead, clumsy but trying.
Amused inwardly, Sion handed her the reins.
But he didn’t forget to gently knead her soft breast with one hand.
“Nn...”
Now leading the kiss herself, combined with the strange tingle in her chest, a breeze-like moan slipped from her lips.
Parting lips, Sion trailed kisses from her chin down her neck, collarbone, each touch making her quiver.
When his breath reached her chest, she twisted with a soft “Eek!”, but showed no sign of pushing him away.
He swiftly ascended the soft peak to its highest point.
Then, tongue out, he licked around the tip.
“Nngh!”
Lucia trembled at the novel pleasure.
When he’d first touched her chest, it was just a tickle, but lips, breath, and tongue brought direct ecstasy straight to her spine.
Sion feasted on one breast while lightly kneading the other with his hand.
Circling, stroking, squeezing firmly, then pinching the hardening nipple lightly.
“Haaang!
Nngh!”
Each time, coquettish moans burst from her.
Startled and ashamed by her own sounds, she tried to cover her mouth, but Sion caught her hand, forbidding it.
This was the time to be honest with herself for true happiness.
“Lucia.”
“Nn... Y-yes?”
“Lift your hips a bit?”
Confused by the sudden request, she felt his hand gripping her skirt and panties, ready to yank them off.
Embarrassment surged first, but then something thrilling crept in.
Relief that this man wanted her as much as she wanted him, amplifying her anticipation.
Lucia arched her hips slightly, helping him strip away her coverings.
Things never bared before anyone vanished, leaving her utterly naked.
“Uuu...”
She’d steeled herself, but shame was inevitable.
Arms crossed over her body, legs twisted tight to hide her most private spot.
A natural reaction for a woman before her beloved.
His hand slid from her chest down her stomach like flowing water.
Reaching the coarse patch at her lower abdomen, his gentle touch drew an “Ah!” and she reflexively grabbed his hand.
“...”
“...”
Awkward silence flowed, the seconds stretching endlessly.
Suddenly, she sensed his hand starting to retreat upward.
Respecting her refusal, pulling back immediately.
‘Lucia.
Do you know how your mother and I got together?’
‘Oh, you’re gonna say Dad was so great Mom threw herself at you or something?’
‘Maybe for other women.
But not your mother.
It was the opposite.
I clung to her.
Desperately, but since dying meant never seeing her again, I clung even harder.’
‘...You, Dad?’
‘Yes.
When you like someone, throw caution to the wind, confess, and charge in.
Seize them, my daughter!
Nothing more foolish than hesitating and losing them!’
For some reason, her conversation with Raido flashed in her mind.
At that thought, Lucia unwittingly grabbed Sion’s hand again.
“...?”
Sion looked at her, puzzled—why now?
She’d clearly refused, so he’d backed off, yet here she was grabbing him.
“Lucia?”
“...I-I said to go ahead.”
“Huh?”
“I said go ahead.
I’m not running.
So you don’t run either, Sion.”
Gripping his wrist, she took a deep breath and guided his hand downward firmly.
Past the coarse patch to her most secret, sensitive core, she released her hand carefully, entrusting herself.
Then stared at him as if to say, what are you waiting for?
“Do it.
Do more.
I want you to treat me like a woman too.”
The teary, embarrassed girl had flipped completely.
Even as he gazed silently, she parted her clamped thighs herself, granting access between them.
Sion smiled brightly at her, stroking her cheek.
Then gently explored the place she’d permitted.
“Hak!”
Worried she’d startle, he’d stroked upward softly, but for her, a man’s touch there was anything but natural.
She bucked her hips with an “Uuu!” groan.
Checking if she was okay, Sion glanced at her; she shook her head and spoke.
“M-more.
Do more.
This... it’s weird... but weirdly... g-good...”
Watching her lie there, Sion nodded and resumed, stroking from bottom to top, even probing the slit’s entrance with his fingertip.
Each time, her thighs tensed, lips spilling endless moans of pleasure.
“Hk!
Hngk!”
Pulling his hand away, the entrance glistened slickly—ample foreplay.
Holding up the threads on his fingers, Lucia flushed and grumbled.
“W-what are you doing?
Don’t show me that...”
Instead, Sion slipped her fluids into his mouth and savored.
The blatant display made her face burn, yet her heart raced thrillingly.
The thought of her essence entering him brought inexplicable satisfaction.
“I’m going in, Lucia.”
“Aaah...”
She knew exactly what.
Inexperienced with men, but no naive fool about relations.
Still, facing it stirred unavoidable fear and tension.
“Hngt, hnght...”
Feeling the hot, thick intrusion slowly enter, her body shivered, fists clenching the sheets tighter.
Easing in slowly to avoid startling her, Sion felt a thin barrier and sighed.
“Lucia.”
“Hk, y-yes.
Sion.”
“Asking this now is stupid, but...
I gotta.”
“What...?”
“I’m not some great guy like you think, or a good one.
Just a guy scrambling to survive, and that won’t change.
If you’ve got weird expectations, sorry, but dispel them now.”
“...”
Shocked by his honesty? Or glimpsing his true self?
Lucia stared up silently.
But soon, smiling at his worried expression, lest she be disappointed:
“Don’t worry.
I’m not letting go of you in my heart.”
“...”
“I just like you.
Especially because you’re so human.
I want to stand by you and watch a bit more.”
“...Thanks, Lucia.”
Her words dissolved the last pangs of conscience.
Feeling warmth in his chest for the first time in ages, Sion tensed his hips again.
“It’ll hurt.”
She nodded, ready.
Sion took a breath, then thrust upward powerfully—unlike before.
Lucia’s eyes flew wide at the unprecedented agony, gulping a “Hek!” as burning pain and massive fullness hit.
“Hk!
Hngt!
Hk!”
Her helpless hands tugged at him pitifully amid the pain.
Sion caught one, sealing her lips with his.
After a brief kiss, he pulled back to check.
Worried for tears, he saw her instead swallowing them, not wanting to show him and make him feel guilty.
“...You okay?”
At his words, her eyes widened further.
When he asked if something was wrong, she stammered:
“Just now... you didn’t use honorifics like usual...”
“Oh, sorry.
Lucia.
I slipped from surprise.
If it bothered you...”
“No!
I-I liked it.
C-can you say it once more like that?”
Suddenly desperate, clinging to his arm.
No big ask, so when he repeated, “You okay?”, she blushed deeply and nodded.
Sion let out a short chuckle.
“You like no honorifics?”
“Here.
In bed.
It feels better.”
“You’re still using them?”
“I-it’s more comfy for me!”
“Doesn’t seem like it?”
Squeeze—
“Hak!
Haah!”
Pulling out slightly then plunging back, scraping her depths, she gasped and moaned hotly.
“How should I do it, Lucia?
Tell me.”
“W-why ask that.
Just... just do what you do...”
“No honorifics.
Say it casual.
Like me.”
“Uuu.
N-no.
I said no.
You’re mean...”
“You’re doing it fine now?”
Grinning playfully, he kissed her cheek; she pouted “Eung!” then gazed before slowly speaking.
“Sion.”
“Yeah.”
“...M-move.”
“Say it again.”
“M-more.
Do more.
I’ll be by your side too.
Love me.
Like the others... equally.”
“You’ll need to work hard.
And suffer a lot.”
She beamed brightly, unconcerned.
Sensing her true heart, he steadied his breath and focused on his hips.
The bed shook, flesh slapping lewdly, filling the room.
“Haaak...!
Haaak...!”
Drunk on her sweet gasps, before reason snapped.
Sion apologized once more to Kim Yu-hyun.
Using this body that ravaged his women in the novel, now truly loving one.
‘Well... this time it’s real love, not force, so no fault of mine.
Anyway, Yu-hyun, sorryyyy!’
―――――――Author's Note―――――――
It got long suddenly.
Hmm...
Long is good, right?
PS.
Double chapters tomorrow!
More recommendations would be nice, right?
Go get 'em, author scum!
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