Chapter 279: When You Called My Name (3)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 279: When You Called My Name (3)[R-18]
“Anemone!”
The moment I called her name.
Whoosh—!!!
The Primordial Flame enveloping Anemone’s body flared up with an intensity incomparable to before.
By reclaiming her lost True Name, her soul—which had been twisted and crushed by the World's Malevolence—was struggling to return to its original form.
Dash! Whoosh!
The White Husk scattered into ash, and wherever the gray dust cleared, skin as white as snow bloomed in its place.
However...
‘──Kgh...!!!’
Simply reclaiming her True Name wasn't enough to burn away the Ebony Serpent that had taken root deep within her soul.
Sizzle! Flare!
As the flames scorched the scales, the scales swallowed the flames.
In a desperate tug-of-war, the Primordial Flame and the Black Scales clashed repeatedly, pushing and pulling against one another.
‘Please!! Just... a little more!!’
Elfriede bit her lower lip hard.
The metallic taste of blood spread through her mouth.
The man she loved was holding on, literally shedding blood, sweat, and tears.
─I want to be your strength.
With that single thought, she was drawing out every last drop of mana she had left, but...
There were walls in this world that could not be overcome by willpower alone.
Tremble—
Her vision blurred, and the sensation in her fingertips faded.
Beyond mere mana depletion, it felt as if her very mind was being worn away.
There was no hope left.
That was the moment Elfriede felt it.
Slide—
Ian let go of Anemone’s hand and stood up.
‘...Se...nior...’
Had Ian’s heart finally broken under the weight of the pouring World's Malevolence?
Even as she thought it was inevitable...
A strange sadness welled up in a corner of Elfriede’s heart.
Chu—
At that moment, Ian pressed his lips against Anemone’s.
The cursed princess wakes up after receiving a kiss from her prince.
It was a cliché from a fairy tale she had seen hundreds of times.
However, the scene unfolding before her eyes was far from such a pure kiss.
Slurp! Schlick! Lick! Mwah!
To call it a kiss would be an understatement; it was far too erotic.
It was incredibly lewd, deep, and vulgar.
It was, quite literally, mating with their mouths.
Ian’s tongue swept across the roof of Anemone’s mouth, rubbed against her gums, bit her lips, sucked on her tongue, and poured his saliva into her.
“...???”
[... ?]
Ian’s expression remained utterly serious throughout the entire process, but that didn't change the fact that his actions were completely out of place for the situation.
‘This is the right way for me!’
I could feel Elfriede and Ifrit’s bewilderment, but I ignored them completely.
This was the best choice I could make right now.
I had some physical contact with Anemone before, but...
It hadn't reached the level of a clear 'sexual relationship.'
But...
This kiss was, without a doubt, an explicit sexual act.
In other words—
—By establishing a sexual relationship, I can view the target's Sectatus.
‘Open Sectatus!’
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[Sectatus]
Name: Anemone, Hayangi
Title: Anemone■, The Last Dragon
Fetish: Ian LV MAX
Mating Count: 0 times ▶ Click to learn more!
Vaginal Mating: 0 times
Anal Mating: 0 times
Oral Mating: 0 times
Masturbation Count: 0 times
Max Orgasms per Day: 0 times
Last Used Fapping Material: None
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Anemone Conquest Strategy: ERROR
Tip: ERROR
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‘....’
Hoping everything was just a misunderstanding, I prayed for a conquest strategy to appear in the Sectatus.
But as expected, no strategy appeared.
A pang of pain hit my chest, but it was alright.
Confirming Anemone’s fetish was enough for now.
‘Ian, you can save Anemone. You know that, right?’
I asked myself as if making a vow.
Grip—
If Anemone’s soul was twisted by the pain she had endured...
Then I just had to use my own hands to twist that distorted soul back with pleasure.
‘I’ve already had plenty of experience with Estelle’s body.’
When it came to the act of carving a fetish into an unconscious woman at my own whim, I was more confident than anyone else in the world.
Crack—
‘...I’ll start with the nipples.’
However, unlike with Estelle, where I focused pleasure on the areas dominated by the Balance Demon, I had to target the parts of Anemone where the Metamorphosis was already complete. I had to make her soul feel its original form...
In other words, I had to make her feel glad she was born a woman.
Squelch!
I wet my fingers by sticking them into Anemone’s mouth and then....
Knead! Squish! Pinch! Soft!
I began to hammer her with pleasure she had never experienced before.
“Ngh..! ..Ah..!? ...Wh-what is... really...!! Eeeeek!?!?”
Elfriede’s face turned beet red at the sudden caress show.
To be honest, she couldn't tell exactly what Ian was trying to do, but he didn't seem to have the leisure to explain.
However, one thing was certain: as Ian’s caresses continued, the concentration of malevolence pouring out of Anemone was noticeably weakening.
Whoosh—!!
‘Ugh!! I don't care anymore!!’
Elfriede stopped thinking.
Instead, she trusted Ian and squeezed out every last bit of her remaining strength, enveloping Anemone’s entire body in the Primordial Flame.
Vrrr—!! Flare—!!
Even so, her mana was nearly bottomed out, so she could only hold on for a very brief moment...
But she hoped that fleeting moment would create a miracle.
“...Kgh!... Haa.... Senior... I can't... anymore...!”
“Yeah. Elfriede.”
—Thud
The moment I nodded, Elfriede, having reached her limit, collapsed to the floor like a doll with its strings cut.
“Elfriede!”
“Haah... haah... I'm okay... just... a bit.... tired... no... actually... I'm not... okay... I'm sorry... Senior... I'm... going to... sleep for a bit...”
As if she truly didn't have the strength to lift a finger, Elfriede fell into a deep sleep right where she had collapsed.
“...Thank you.”
I thanked Elfriede and looked at Anemone, who was still burning.
Twitch! Twitch! Spurt! Squirt!
‘I’ve done everything I can.’
Fetish: Ian LV MAX, Nipple LV MAX (NEW), Kiss LV MAX (NEW), Clitoris LV MAX (NEW), Pussy Grinding LV MAX, Uterus Climax LV MAX (NEW), Swallowing Saliva LV MAX (NEW), Armpit LV MAX (NEW), Navel LV MAX (NEW)...
My all-out caressing had filled Anemone’s previously blank fetish list to the brim.
...Now, all that was left was to wait.
Crackle! Pop! Snap—
How much time had passed?
The flames, which had been blindingly intense, gradually died down, and finally, Anemone’s form was revealed amidst the ash and embers.
“....”
Grip—
Looking at Anemone lying there with a peaceful face, I bit my lip.
I failed.
“...Anemone.”
It was just as Elfriede had warned.
I had tried my best to return her to her complete form, but...
Anemone’s soul, having suffered for so long, was too deeply twisted.
“...Uuungh.”
Just then, Anemone’s eyelashes fluttered, her eyelids slowly opened, and her snow-white eyes looked up at me.
Slide—
“...I...an?”
Then, she carefully called my name.
“...Is it really... Ian?”
Anemone, who had been reaching out a trembling hand toward me, flinched and pulled it back.
...How many times had it been?
Dreaming of reuniting with Ian.
Among all the horrible nightmares, it was the most cruel and sweet dream of all.
Surely, this was a dream too.
But even if it is a dream, I want to see your face for just a little longer...
Grip—
I pulled Anemone toward me and held her in my arms.
“Ah...”
A small gasp escaped Anemone’s lips.
Warmth, a missed scent, a firm touch.
Had her mind not yet grasped this reality?
She thought she would burst into tears the moment she met Ian again, but not a single drop fell.
Squeeze—
Instead, Anemone simply hugged my back carefully, as if I might break.
“It really... isn't... a dream...”
“...I'm sorry, Anemone. I... failed.”
“Fail...ed?”
“...I couldn't turn you back into a dragon.”
I said, biting my lip hard.
The dragon wings that should have been fluttering behind Anemone’s back did not exist.
[Sectatus]
Name: Anemone, Hayangi
Title: Anemone■, □□□ □
Furthermore, as if the power of her True Name had vanished during the process of metamorphosis, 'Anemone' was now just an ordinary name.
In the end, Anemone was no longer 'The Last Dragon.'
She was just a slightly unusual girl...
With a pair of horns on her head.
“...So, you probably won't be loved by the world anymore. I'm sorry. If I had done better, I could have...”
“Ian... why... are you apologizing?”
Hearing my apology, Anemone asked back, sounding genuinely puzzled.
“...I have... you... now.”
What did it matter if she was no longer the Last Dragon?
What did it matter if she had lost her wings and her True Name?
What was the problem with no longer being loved by the world?
The single reason Anemone had endured until the very end, even while suffering and being twisted by the world's malevolence.
Ian was right in front of her.
That was enough.
“But...”
“...Ian... I... never thought I wanted to be a dragon. So... don't apologize...”
Anemone shook her head.
Even when she was receiving the world's malevolence, she had never once thought she wanted to go back to being a dragon.
The reason she missed the past wasn't because she was a dragon, but because it was the time she spent with Ian.
In fact, if she could choose what to become...
Anemone wanted to be human.
She wanted to be born as an ordinary human, grow up by Ian’s side, and spend her entire life with him.
“But... still, if it bothers you that I'm not loved by the world...”
Anemone looked up at me and smiled brightly, like a child.
“Then love me more than the world ever did.”
