Chapter 83: Katarina [R-18] (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 83: Katarina [R-18] (2)
"Ouch. Why'd you bite me?"
Cloud stopped his hips and pushed Katarina away slightly as he asked. Katarina pouted and turned her face to the side.
'She's pouting.'
Did I tease her a little too much?
But I couldn't help it. How could I resist teasing her when she had such a cute reaction every time?
Still, I should probably stop now.
Cloud gently caressed Katarina's cheek.
"Sorry for teasing you. But Katarina, asking someone something like that is actually very rude."
Katarina's eyes rolled over to look at Cloud.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. It is."
Katarina pulled her pouting lips back in. Instead, she looked a little sullen.
"I'm sorry. It's my first time... I just hoped you were a first-timer too, like me..."
Cloud started moving his hips again.
Squish. Squish.
His shaft rubbed against her vulva.
"Hngh?! W-Wait, so suddenly... Nngh... Ah... Ah... Ahh... Aah..! Hold on... It's too... Heut..! Fast... Aahng!"
Cloud's thrusts were faster and rougher than before. Katarina didn't think she could handle the storm of pleasure washing over her. She pounded on his back, begging him to slow down.
But Cloud only sped up, never slowing.
'Sorry. But this is your fault.'
What man in the world could hold back after hearing those words with that expression on her face?
Maybe some could, but I'm not one of them.
"Stop..! It's strange. It feels so strange..! Nngh?! Ah..! Ah..! Aaaaaah...!!!"
Wrapping her arms and legs around Cloud, Katarina twitched and shivered.
The built-up pleasure was released all at once in a refreshing rush.
She had experienced her first orgasm.
But she wasn't given any time to savor the afterglow.
"Ugh... Cloud, stop for a second. It hurts."
Naturally, a woman's vulva becomes sensitive after an orgasm. Being rubbed so roughly in that state would feel more painful than pleasurable.
"It's okay. It'll start feeling good again soon."
"What are you talking about! I said stop!"
Katarina placed her hands on Cloud's chest and tried to push him away. But he didn't budge, instead grabbing her hands.
He interlaced their fingers. Then, he pressed his chest against hers, using his weight to pin her down and prevent her from resisting.
"I said stop..! If you don't, I'll hate you!"
Cloud was unfazed by her cute threat. He buried his face in the nape of her neck, kissing and licking her skin.
"Nngh... You...!"
No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't push Cloud away. Words couldn't calm him either. Pinned beneath him, she could do nothing.
Katarina felt a sense of helplessness.
And that helplessness transformed into a sense of depravity that excited her body.
"Nngh?!"
Pleasure began to rise above the pain.
As if her sensitivity had heightened, she soon found herself lost in pleasure, panting desperately.
"Ngh, ah, unh... Aah! Aah! Aah! Aaaahng..!!"
Shiver. Tremble.
The strength drained from Katarina's body.
Having climaxed twice, she felt completely spent.
Her mind was slightly dazed.
From the third time, she no longer felt pain. The pleasure wasn't intense, but a gentle, persistent sensation. Thanks to this, she could focus on the man before her.
Cloud.
An attractive male was forcefully demanding her.
The man she liked desired her.
Katarina became drunk on the emotion. She began to kiss his neck, just as he was doing to her.
"Kiss... Slurp... Lick... Cloud... Suck... Haa..."
Before long, another intense wave of pleasure surged from below.
Katarina squeezed their interlaced hands tightly as she climaxed. Once the afterglow faded, she went back to licking his neck.
Time passed.
Katarina was no longer licking Cloud's neck. Her legs, once wrapped around his waist, now hung limply, and he was the only one holding their interlaced hands.
Her body and mind couldn't withstand the repeated orgasms.
The best she could do was barely cling to consciousness.
"Ah... Ah... Ah... Aah!"
Twitch, twitch.
Another orgasm.
There was no dramatic reaction like the first time. Just a slight tremble, and it was over.
As Katarina lay there, limply feeling the pleasure, Cloud whispered in her ear.
"I'm going to cum, Katarina."
"Cum...?"
What...?
She didn't understand, but she didn't need to. His cock swelled and then gushed out semen. The powerful spray splattered across her stomach.
Feeling the warmth on her belly, Katarina instinctively realized.
That warm stuff was his seed.
'If his seed is out, does that mean it's over...?'
Cloud was no longer moving his hips. It seemed it was indeed over. Katarina closed her eyes. Feeling a kiss on her forehead, she drifted off to sleep.
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"Mmm... Hah!"
Katarina, who had been stirring in her sleep, shot her eyes open.
'Wh-Where am I?'
She glanced around. She was lying in her own bed. She was dressed not in her dancer's outfit, but in her everyday clothes.
'I'm sure I fell asleep outside...'
But she woke up in bed.
That must mean Cloud carried her here.
And changed her clothes.
...Changed her clothes?
'Wh-What?! He stripped a grown maiden and changed her clothes?! That's a problem...'
No, it wasn't a problem.
They had already done much more than that.
Scenes from last night flashed through Katarina's mind.
A half-naked man and woman, bodies entangled.
Especially the part where she whimpered like a puppy in his arms.
She wanted to kill herself.
'How can I face Cloud after being so shameless?!'
Even if she was inexperienced, to pant and writhe like that...
Didn't he laugh at her for it?
No, worse, he might smirk at her all day today.
The thought made her blood boil a little.
'Just you try and laugh.'
I'll starve you for all three meals.
Steeling her resolve, Katarina sat up.
She cleared her throat and turned her head toward Cloud's bed.
The bed was empty.
'...Huh?'
Her heart skipped a beat. Katarina frantically looked around his bed. Thankfully, his belongings were still there. It seemed he had just stepped out for a bit.
Where could he have gone so early in the morning?
Wondering if he was in the yard, Katarina went outside. But it wasn't Cloud waiting for her, it was a mailman.
"You're saying this is for me?"
"Yes, yes. That's what I said."
The mailman tossed the letter at her, grumbled about why she lived in such a terrifying place, and ran off down the alley.
Katarina tilted her head and read the letter. As she read, her expression grew cold and hard.
"Ronwell."
The greatest merchant in the Alitia Kingdom.
Her sworn enemy, the man who had destroyed her peaceful family and brutally murdered her parents.
The letter was from him.
Its contents were simple.
His birthday was approaching, and she was to liven up the party along with the other dancers.
Katarina crumpled the letter and threw it to the ground.
"That bastard... He doesn't even remember my parents, or me, does he?"
Then again, why would the great and mighty merchant find us worth remembering?
That must be why he could send such a shameless invitation.
Fine, I'll go.
My mother's dance is almost complete anyway. The timing is perfect. Liven things up? Great, I'll liven things up for you. The price will be your neck.
After trembling with rage for a while, she took a deep breath and calmed herself down.
'This is no time for this. I need to start preparing breakfast.'
Cloud would be back soon.
'...Still, I should probably tell Cloud, right?'
About her past and her revenge.
Normally, she wouldn't have.
'But we're not strangers anymore...'
Fanning her flushed face with her hand, Katarina went back inside.
*
"People are moved by desire. We have desires, and we live to fulfill them. But in my childhood, I had nothing I could call a desire."
Ronwell was born into a count's family in the Alitia Kingdom. It wasn't just any count's family, but one that had amassed enormous wealth through trade.
Because of this, he had no particular desires.
He had everything from the moment he was born.
If he wanted to eat something, he could eat it. If he wanted to wear something, he could wear it.
He never had any ambition to elevate his family's status.
"My days were tedious. I often thought it might be better to die than to continue such a boring life. While living like that, simply because I hadn't died yet, I had to make an appearance at a festival as the family heir."
At that festival, which he didn't even enjoy, he happened to see a procession of dancers.
"I saw a dancer. The moment I saw her dance, I fell in love at first sight."
Perhaps an angel had descended to earth.
That's how captivated Ronwell was by the dancer.
"For the first time, there was something I wanted. I couldn't bear it. I cut into the procession and proposed to her on the spot."
I was young then.
Ronwell chuckled.
"She refused at first, but after my persistent courtship, she finally accepted my proposal. We were married, and I spent a happy time unlike any I had known before. But it seems I was the only one who was happy."
The love of a man who had lived his entire life in emptiness.
It wasn't a cozy, warm affection. It was nothing more than a twisted possessiveness, so foul it stank.
"She ran away with the gardener. I don't know when they fell for each other... but I suppose she had grown so tired of me that she would fall for a mere gardener."
When Ronwell learned the truth, he was enraged.
He immediately sent a pursuit party to capture the two of them.
"Capturing them wasn't difficult. I beat the gardener to a pulp and then asked her. Why did you run from me? What was I lacking? And she screamed at me, wailing. That she had never loved someone like me from the start."
She said it as if pouring out all the resentment she had held back.
That she wanted to live as a dancer.
That she only married me because she was forced to by my distinguished parents' pressure.
That she was sick and tired of my obsession and twisted affection.
"After wailing for a long time, she spoke in a threadbare voice. If I still loved her, to just let her go. What do you think I did when I heard that?"
"Kidnapped and imprisoned her?"
"Haha, I loved her too much to do something like that."
I asked if we couldn't start over.
She said firmly that such a thing could never happen.
"Because I loved her, I let her go as she wished. Then I returned to my family and succeeded the position of head."
It wasn't a normal succession.
The former head, his wife, and his concubines were all poisoned.
"A long time passed after that. Even so, her dance remained vivid in my mind. It was during one of those times. I had come to supervise the festival, as usual. And there, I saw her. Standing next to her was the man who was once my family's gardener."
I thought time had weathered away the wounds and the anger. But I was wrong. It was nothing more than a precarious dam, ready to break at any moment.
"I lost my reason. I was consumed by rage."
When I came to my senses, what I saw was the bloody sword in my hand, two cold corpses, and...
A little girl, holding a small dagger, trembling all over, yet still guarding the entrance to the attic where her younger siblings were hiding.
"The moment I saw the child, I knew. That this child was my child. And after investigating through various means, it was confirmed that she was indeed my child."
He had killed the woman he loved with his own hands.
Despite having committed such a transgression, the only reason Ronwell was still alive was for his daughter.
"So, what's your point? You didn't call me all the way here just to tell me your first love story. Are you asking me to help with a touching father-daughter reunion?" Cloud said nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair.
Ronwell smiled and shook his head.
"I already know that's impossible. I haven't forgotten how she held onto that knife even as she trembled that day, how she stared me down to the very end despite her fear."
How wonderful it would be if they could live like a normal father and daughter.
But that was impossible.
Because the child held a great grudge against him.
"Grudge and revenge are shackles that bind that child. As long as they remain, she will never be able to soar."
Just like her mother, Anneliese.
"I do not want that."
Katarina was Ronwell's daughter, the trace Anneliese had left behind.
As a father, Ronwell loved his daughter.
He wanted his daughter to spread her wings and fly high into the sky.
That is why he made a request to the Hero.
"Therefore, I ask this of you. Please, do not stop the child from killing me."
He was asking him to turn a blind eye to his child's patricide.