Chapter 219
Chapter 219
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 216
Chapter Title: Punishment? - 1
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“Act according to your desires as much as you wish... Is that what you're saying?”
“Indeed.”
Caikilia affirmed flatly. Not even the slightest flicker stirred in those golden pupils of hers.
As I slowly drew closer, she naturally ended up perched on the edge of the bed, looking up at me.
A mischievous impulse struck me. I deliberately gazed down at her as I spoke.
“Can you handle it, Your Majesty?”
Caikilia’s body twitched faintly. She was putting on a calm front, but it was all an act—the realization made me chuckle softly, and her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment.
Her grip tightened on the holy sword. She couldn’t very well complain after her own words, yet she couldn’t just sit idly by either; her temperament wouldn’t allow it.
“There’s no need to be so tense, Your Majesty.”
“Did I say I was tense? That loose tongue of yours runs wild. Do you truly desire punishment over reward?”
“You’re the one who told me to act on my desires, Your Majesty. I’m merely following your command to the letter. It’s just a bit of banter to lighten the mood.”
Stumped by my retort turning her own words against her, her momentum waned slightly.
“You’ve become quite the sly one, Delta.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I inched closer. I carefully nudged aside the holy sword, which had been serving as a mood light. The moment it left her hand, it dissolved into a scattering cloud of golden light.
Caikilia stared fixedly at the vanishing sword before turning her gaze back to me. Her eyes seemed to ask what I intended to do next.
What did I intend? The answer was obvious.
“Pardon the intrusion, Your Majesty.”
I shifted slightly to the side and lowered my upper body. Placing my right arm around her wing bones, I slipped my left hand behind her knees, scooping up both legs at once and lifting her effortlessly.
She ended up cradled in my arms like a princess—surely a blow to her pride—yet Caikilia showed no anger. She simply wrapped her arms gently around my neck.
I kicked off my shoes haphazardly and climbed onto the bed, laying her down carefully atop it. I tossed her high heels into a corner of the room.
Caikilia had unbuttoned her dress shirt completely, exposing her undergarments and bare skin. One hand rested on her lower abdomen while the other arm covered her forehead as she looked up at me.
I stared at her alluring form for a moment before pressing my lips to hers. It wasn’t a deep kiss with tongues entwining or saliva exchanged—just a light peck.
Her body jolted slightly at the unexpected kiss.
“What was that supposed to mean?”
“It didn’t mean anything in particular. You just looked so adorable, Your Majesty, that I wanted to try it.”
“...Insolent fool.”
Her tone was rough, but there was no venom in it.
Smiling, I reached for my belt. I caught her biting her lip lightly. She was trying to play it cool, but she was tense after all.
*Caikilia, tense?*
Something I couldn’t have imagined in the old days.
As I unbuckled my belt and undid my dress pants, a rush of peach scent wafted up from within, accompanied by the sight of black lingerie panties damp with moisture.
I’d noticed it before, but the scent was remarkably unique—not the peach itself, but the fact that it emanated from a woman’s peak of arousal.
Was there even a mod for something like this?
“Could you lift your hips for a moment?”
“...”
She turned her head aside, covering her eyes with her arm to hide her embarrassment, yet she obediently raised her waist. I patted her lower abdomen lightly and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her dress pants, pulling them down.
“—!!!!!!”
At the sudden touch on her lower belly, Caikilia gritted her teeth and glared at me, but I ignored it and continued. The pants, clinging to her legs like latex, slid down to her ankles.
Behind the loosely shed pants came the sight of hips tracing near-perfect curves, firm thighs packed with subtle muscles, calves flowing seamlessly into elegant legs, and flawless skin without a single blemish.
At the center was lingerie underwear of minimal coverage.
I hadn’t gotten a good look earlier while kissing with eyes downcast, but up close like this, it seemed less for covering and more for... other purposes.
It barely concealed the Y-zone between her pubic mound and inner thighs; the sides bulged with her mound, clinging tightly to her slit and fully exposing her plump labia.
And it was adorned with lace everywhere, making one question if it was truly meant to cover anything vital.
Still pondering, I pulled the pants off completely and tossed them into a corner.
*Impressive, but there are those who go without entirely...*
The popes aside, even the Silver Dawn Knight Captains wore only white sleeveless tops and dolphin shorts. Aurora’s entire outfit in the new city casual look was just a single dress.
The Ebony Nocturne Knights’ uniforms were bunny girl and reverse bunny outfits, while the Golden Twilight Knights’ were sports bras and latex workout gear. All of them skipped underwear.
*...Why are there so many who go commando?*
I thought it was rare, but listing them out, it was more common than expected. I couldn’t help but feel absurd.
At least Minerva wore something questionable as underwear, and Nix... I wasn’t sure. Recalling her pants design, the odds leaned toward no, but it wasn’t certain.
“I’ll need to remove your underwear too. Could you lift your hips once more?”
“...”
Caikilia meekly raised her hips. I grasped the side of the strap-thin lingerie and pulled it down. The peach scent intensified.
The lingerie rolled up as it slowly slid down her thighs. When it reached both her knees, I paused. Then I observed her privates for a moment.
With both arms fully covering her eyes and her head turned away, there was no need to hold back.
A slightly reddened, twitching clitoris. A slit fully closed into a straight line. And the clear, sticky fluid slowly seeping from between.
Like Pope Lizena and Aurora, it wasn’t just unruined—it looked untouched her entire life. And no hair, just like them.
I lightly brushed Caikilia’s tightly closed labia with my finger. Even that simple motion made her waist twist and jerk. Sticky fluid coated my fingertip.
“Your Majesty.”
“...Speak.”
“You said I could use your body as I desire.”
“How many times must I repeat myself? This is the reward I grant you—use it freely.”
“Understood.”
With her confirmation, I pulled her underwear further down. It tumbled off her ankles in a rolled-up ball onto the floor beyond the bed.
Now, Caikilia’s lower body was completely bare. Her legs gleamed clean, without a single blemish or hair.
I grasped her knees, parting her legs slightly to the sides, and hooked her calves over my shoulders. It mirrored the position she’d taken on the throne earlier.
“W-What are you planning?”
Her voice trembled faintly. I chuckled and replied.
“You know.”
Without waiting for an answer, I buried my face in her privates. Gripping her inner thighs with both hands, I ignored the contracting muscles and spread them wide.
Then, I extended my tongue toward the tightly closed slit emanating a rich peach nectar scent.
“—!!!!!!”
The moment my tongue grazed nearby, a gush of fluid erupted. I pulled back with a jolt. My tongue had barely touched for a second, yet my cheeks, nose, and around my eyes were smeared with clear, sticky liquid.
I wiped my face with my hand. It felt like my entire face was doused in peach-scented air freshener. Gazing down at Caikilia after this impromptu splash, I saw...
“Hnngh, ugh... Hnnuuuh...”
She was heaving rough breaths while her pussy spewed love juices in bursts. Her body shuddered as if in convulsions.
She’d climaxed.
*...What the hell was that?*
I’d anticipated something like this, but it far exceeded expectations. Who could imagine just a light flick of the tongue would do this?
“Your Majesty, just now...”
“Shut that mouth...”
She growled through clenched teeth. It wasn’t scary at all. As I stood there dazed, replaying the moment, I snapped to and gripped her thighs again.
Her thighs tensed under my firm grasp, a sharp inhale escaping her. The earlier reaction had been too quick for my liking, throwing me off—but not anymore.
I seized her thighs and yanked her hips close, burying my face between them. Her sopping wet pussy was right there, clitoris visibly swollen and red.
Her labia still quivered pitifully, leaking juices steadily from the slit.
“Your Majesty.”
“...Do you still have more to say?”
I lowered until I could blow on her clitoris, my face practically shoved between her legs as I called to her.
Her response came laced with shame.
“I’ll ask again. This is truly the reward you’re giving me, allowing me to do as I wish, correct?”
“...Indeed.”
Her replies lagged a beat, her head filled with humiliation.
“And I’ll ask again. Can you truly handle those words? In my view, this is sincere advice—you won’t be able to keep that promise.”
“What did you just say? That I, who spoke those words once, cannot uphold them?”
The moment I pricked her pride, she propped herself up on one elbow. She tried to glare at me as menacingly as possible, but it lacked conviction.
Tears welled in her eyes, a trail of saliva dripped from her lips, her cheeks burned crimson, and her trembling body let out shallow breaths as she attempted to feign anger.
“Yes. You ‘absolutely’ won’t keep that promise, Your Majesty. You’ll give up soon enough.”
“...You’ll pay dearly for those words.”
She’d switched from “you” to “you wretch,” but I didn’t mind. It was temporary. She’d switch back soon.
“I suspect it’s you who’ll bear the responsibility, Your Majesty.”
“Your arrogance pierces the heavens. Fine. Try it. If you’re wrong, I’ll never let you off easily, uuuuugh—?!”
Before she could finish, I kissed her slit like a lover and thrust my tongue inside. Her words shot toward the ceiling as juices gushed out, her thighs clamping down.
She’d climaxed again.
“Hnngh, hkk...!”
This time, she seemed desperate. Muffled moans suggested she was clamping a hand or pillow over her mouth.
Juices splattered wildly, but I kept my lips sealed and worked my tongue. The first time was surprise; now, there was no reason to stop. This was what I’d aimed for from the start.
I pushed my tongue deeper. Amid an intense reaction that practically demanded a squelching sound effect, she climaxed spectacularly again. Her walls clenched around my tongue like a vice.
“Nnngh...! Ah, kkh...!”
Blocked groans continued from above my head.
Futile effort. She came reliably with every tongue movement—how long could she hold out?
This wasn’t my first time pleasuring a woman orally. I’d done it with Rize already. She was my first for nearly everything sex-related.
Except reverse rape.
The popes had beaten me to that.
“Hnnuuup...! Haaahng...!”
But Caikilia differed from Rize.
Rize had giggled at the ticklishness at first, then begged me to stop after climaxing repeatedly far earlier. Caikilia, though? She climaxed nonstop from the very beginning.
Just lightly scraping her inner walls with my tongue made them contract in endless orgasms. Sticky juices flooded my mouth continuously.
Breathing in the peach-filled scent clogging my nostrils, I swallowed the liquid in my mouth.
It tasted remarkably familiar.
*...Canned yellow peaches?*
The syrup from canned yellow peaches. Identical.