Chapter 433: The Progenitor's Private Life [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 433: The Progenitor's Private Life [R-18]
Even for me, carrying someone all the way to the top of the castle would have been a strain. But while I held her, Tyr subtly used her darkness to support her own weight, allowing me to reach her chambers without any trouble.
The door was firmly shut, but it opened on its own as I approached. It was Tyr's darkness. I went straight to the bedchamber and tossed Tyr onto the bed.
Tyr bounced lightly before settling on the mattress. With her arms still crossed over her chest, she quietly looked up at me.
“Um, Hu. This is so sudden…”
“Sudden? You've wanted this for a while, haven't you, Tyr? Don't deny it. I'm sensitive to human desires, so I can tell.”
In fact, she even wanted me to lead the situation a bit forcefully. Her lack of resistance and subtle assistance, even as I acted rough, was proof enough. I faced her, shrugging off my coat and flexing my hands.
“Well, Tyr. Let's begin your private life.”
Her eyes trembling, Tyr fidgeted for a moment before finally squeezing them shut and letting out a whisper.
“It’s… my first time, so please be gentle…”
“It's not your first time.”
In that instant, a complex wave of emotions washed over Tyr. She thought I wasn't talking about her first time, but my own past experiences—an inappropriate topic for such a crucial moment. A flash of disappointment at my tactlessness crossed her face, and her expression grew cold.
But that wasn't what I meant. I quickly corrected her misunderstanding.
“What I'm about to do is an extension of restoring your senses. You've been through it a few times, so you should be used to it.”
Realizing her mistake, Tyr's mood quickly recovered. After a moment of swallowing her embarrassment, she asked again.
“…Senses?”
“Yes. You've only regained the senses above your shoulders. It's bound to feel like something is missing. You seemed to be enjoying yourself so far, so I was going to leave it be… but if you wish.”
Down to just a light shirt, I pulled a card from my sleeve. The Seven of Spades, the Lightning Spool. Seeing the familiar design, Tyr looked a little disappointed.
“So this is what you meant by ‘private life’…”
“Restoring your senses is a private matter, not something you'd show to others, right?”
“I suppose so…”
An undeniable disappointment seeped into her tone. In the past, she would have simply thought to herself, This isn't what I expected, and left it at that. But now, with her disappointment compounded by anticipation, her emotions were more vibrant than ever before.
In any case, this was undoubtedly something she wanted. Letting go of her expectations, Tyr sat on the edge of the bed and pouted.
“And here I thought it was something else. You have a talent for teasing people.”
“Teasing? What were you imagining?”
“…Enough! Just get it over with.”
I sat down next to the clearly displeased Tyr. Affixing the card to my hand, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. I sat her on my lap, holding her from behind in an embrace.
In the past, she would have been aghast, but having been in similar situations many times while I restored her senses, she was used to it.
“Hu?”
“Ah, Tyr. There's one thing I forgot to warn you about. I really didn't want to do this.”
Beneath her pinned-up hair, the white nape of her neck was visible. The fragility that made her seem as if she would break at a touch was still there, even after her heart had returned. I gently stroked her bloodless skin and whispered.
“Tyr. I am the King of Humans.”
“I know.”
“No. Just as a person doesn't truly know themself, humans don't truly know what it is to be human. The same goes for me, the King of Humans. To begin with, the very act of 'knowing' something is an arrogant and definitive statement. How can one claim to know humanity when there are so many different people in the world?”
If humans truly understood themselves—what they are made of and how they will act—there would be no need for mind-reading. One could simply create and control them as desired.
But the only power I have is the ability to read thoughts and memories.
“'Not human-like,' 'lacking humanity.' Those very phrases attempt to define what a human is. I don't like that. Just because you lived for a thousand years without a heartbeat or senses doesn't make you not human. Even as a being who drinks the blood of others, branded a heretic by the Sanctum, you are still human. An ordinary human.”
I reached my hands under her arms, embracing her as I spoke with a sigh.
“That's why I didn't want to change you.”
“…Then why did you revive my heart and restore my senses?”
“Because you wished for it, and because you tried.”
Her pale skin was like a pure white canvas. Anything drawn upon it would stand out starkly. It felt like leaving the first footprints in an untouched field of snow—a little guilt-inducing… but I had to press on.
“You wanted to change yourself so much that you revealed your heart to another, and you actually succeeded by borrowing the power of your Kindred. However, the Homunculus Dilemma prevented you from acting on your own convictions… so I decided to lend a hand.”
“So I could act on my own will?”
“Yes. As the King of Humans, I am your king as well. Therefore, I can bypass the Homunculus Dilemma. I was your representative then, after all.”
With that, I reached out and traced her collarbone. It stood out sharply beneath her thin skin. When I gently pressed a finger into the hollow there, her body trembled slightly.
“It was the same this time. I can restore your senses, make them your own. But I didn't want to restore all of them.”
“Wh… why is that?”
“Because it would feel like I was changing you as I pleased. And I am the King of Humans, who is supposed to watch over humanity as it is.”
It's a difficult thing.
The Beast King, who represents all beasts, can be seen as an observer. But what if that observer then influences the beasts? If the King of Humans changes humanity, what becomes of the King of Humans? To put it in extreme terms, if the King of Humans killed all humans, he would cease to exist, wouldn't he?
It's the same now. The Progenitor Tyrkanzyaka is the god of a nation, a monumental figure who has graced a corner of history. If I revive her, it will bring about immense change.
That's why I'm resistant to changing someone.
“'Being human. Humanity. Human-like.' Such strange words. Are those who lack humanity not human? If you're not 'human-like,' does that make you a beast? Humans aren't striving toward something. They are already human, just as they are. They aren't trying to become something.”
Tyr found it difficult to answer. She was distracted by my hand moving over her skin, and she didn't know what to say to me. After hesitating for a long moment, she finally managed a single sentence.
“…So that's why you hate the Sanctum.”
“Exactly. They have a knack for defining what a human should be. Anyway.”
Each time my fingers brushed her skin, color returned for a fleeting moment. The lightning I sent into her left a trace in her consciousness before flickering out. Perhaps because this skin was so far from her head, the senses didn't awaken easily, even though I was imprinting them quite strongly.
I'll have to use a little more force.
“I'll return you to how you were when you were alive, as much as possible.”
I filled my hands with lightning and covered her body with them. I wasn't holding her tightly, but her body jolted.
“Ngh.”
Hu's hands are quite large. Just two of them cover me from my neck to my upper chest…
I hadn't touched anywhere yet. But it was clear where I was going, and Tyr sighed softly, looking down at my hands. As a small moan echoed in the room, I slowly lowered my hands. Slowly, but surely.
“Ah…”
They're moving down… At this rate, they'll reach… down there.
Thump. My hand stopped, caught on her clothes. The elegant dress revealed her collarbones, but permitted nothing below. It was the Progenitor's private sanctuary, a place no hand, nor even a gaze, should touch. The black dress fulfilled its duty of concealing Tyr's precious body.
But I invaded without hesitation.
“…!”
Tyr's dress dissolved into cards and flowed away. Her upper body, once hidden by the dark dress, was now fully exposed in the dim light. Startled, Tyr frantically tried to grab the cascading cards, but it was as futile as trying to catch running water. What was once her dress slipped through her fingers. Naked in an instant, Tyr squeezed her eyes shut.
W-wait. Isn't this too soon? Is it okay to let this happen? Wh-what should I do?
In the dim light, Tyr's skin was so white it seemed to glow. Past the delicate line of her shoulders, her breasts, hidden by one arm, peeked out. I grabbed the wrist of the arm she was using to cover herself, pulled it down, and whispered.
“Brace yourself.”
I'm already braced enough! How could I not be? Your hands are about to toy with me…!
A dry swallow. From Tyr, and from me. As the barriers she used to hide herself disappeared one by one, Tyr seemed to give up, closing her eyes as she replied.
“I am… braced.”
To call her a flower on a cliff would be an understatement. The noble and powerful Progenitor of vampires, Tyrkanzyaka, lay bare in my arms. I reached out, carefully but deliberately tracing the valley between her breasts.
He touched me…
Her full, swollen breast filled my palm. The soft texture clinging to my hand felt good. But Tyr's shoulders trembled at the unfamiliar touch.
Tyr still had no sensation there. Her flinching shoulders and trembling reaction were born from psychological resistance. She was merely immersed in the atmosphere and the act itself. She wasn't feeling it in the truest sense.
…Not yet, anyway.
“Hic.”
I filled my hand with lightning and gently swept it over Tyr's body. From bottom to top, color bloomed where my hand touched. The corrupting thrill of freely ruining a pure white canvas excited me a little.
His touch is rough. Different from before. Is Hu… feeling this too? Where his hand touches… there's something. A ticklish, strange thing, seeping into my body…
So far, this was the same as when I'd restored her senses elsewhere. But it wouldn't be for long.
I pulled my hand away for a moment. The lightning flowing from the Lightning Spool shimmered, visible to the naked eye. Threads of lightning even flashed between my fingers.
Gathering a more intense lightning than ever before in both hands, I gripped her body firmly.
“Hah?!”
And Tyr's body convulsed.
Tyr blinked at the unfamiliar sensation. The hands she saw were toying with a rather sensitive area, but otherwise, they didn't seem much different from before. A pleasant touch that transmitted sensation to the point of contact.
But this time, the type of sensation was different. Unlike taste or smell, it wasn't for distinguishing things… it was simple touch. But this one-dimensional sensation, like a shock, shot out from a sensitive spot and formed a complex pattern.
Tyr, not realizing this utterly foreign sensation was pleasure, could only let out a moan.
“Hnngh. This is… strange. Nngh. This is.”
“This is only the beginning.”
“The… beginning?”
“Yes. This area is far from the head… so it requires a slightly stronger stimulus.”
I tried not to show it, but my own breathing had grown a little ragged. This body is human, after all.
No need to hold back. My desire would become Tyr's sensation. I drew out more of the lightning's power, caressing the breast in my hand to find the focal point of sensation. I could feel the small, soft tip, still unable to react because it had yet to truly feel pleasure.
It's fine. That's what I and this lightning are for.
I gently toyed with the area around it, and then, before Tyr could react… I crushed the tip hard between two fingers.
A moment later, Tyr's eyes flew open as she reacted.
“Haaahhh?!”
A pleasure she had never felt in her life washed over Tyr like a tidal wave. Her back arched so sharply it seemed it would break, and her slender body trembled violently. Though limited to the parts that already had sensation, all of them were reacting wildly.
Wait, wait, wait. Something. Wait.
Faced with a pleasure she had never known, Tyr felt fear. The sensation blooming from my fingertips was changing her to her very core. The unknown brings terror. She panted wretchedly from the shock that rocked her mind.
“Hu?! Wait. Please stop. Something is… strange…!”
“It's normal.”
I whispered again, pinching her breast. Tyr's voice failed to form words, dissolving into a moan. A pathetic tremor traveled up from my fingertips.
“This is the most sensitive part, so I have to use the lightning a bit more strongly.”
“Ah, stop. This isn't, nnghh…!”
It's strange. I don't know. I don't understand. But… I don't hate it… A little… more.
I'm the type to listen to the heart more than words. She might say no, but if her heart says otherwise…
Squeeze. I crushed it with all my might, as if to make it burst.
Lightning surged. In my hand, and inside Tyr's head. Her now highly sensitized body accepted my lightning directly as sensation. Perhaps it was too intense, even for Tyr. She bit her lip hard and curled into herself, enduring the feeling that was somewhere between pain and pleasure.
“Ah…!”
“It's going to be a little intense. Endure it.”
“It hurts. Hu…! Wait, this is…! Ahk!”
Once more, I squeezed as if to make it burst, and Tyr stopped talking, shaking her head back and forth. I held her tight, trapping her pathetically bucking body.
If Tyr were to use even a little of her strength here, she could easily escape my grasp, but…
“Stop, stooop…!”
A little… more…!
Though she trembled, though she desperately shook her head, though she grabbed my hand as if to stop me… she never actually did.
“Hahh. Hu…! Any more than this…!”
…I want to feel… more…!
Tyr didn't stop me, and I didn't refuse. I tormented her cute breasts relentlessly. Savoring the soft texture, I buried my face in the nape of her neck. I gave her scentless skin a light bite, and her neck quivered.
“Hu, Huu! It's strange, so strange…!”
“Objectively speaking, it's normal to have senses.”
“That's not what I meant, hah! Nngh, ah. Ugh.”
Tyr stopped talking and just kept shaking her head.
I tug, stroke upwards, then squeeze again. I treat the Progenitor's untouched bare skin like a toy, all the while teasing the fruit hanging from the tip of her breast.
Before long, that tip had become like a ripe fruit. Her senses had returned completely.
Faster than I thought. I don't need to touch her anymore.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifted her slightly, and sat her down facing me. Suddenly exposed before me, Tyr turned her head away shyly, though it hid nothing.
Pale skin, thin flesh. A body that looked sculpted yet was soft. Beautiful, with a face that had now regained its vitality. I'd felt it when I held her from behind, but seeing her from the front was a new experience. As I slowly admired Tyr's naked form, the red fruit atop the hill of her breast stood out. I felt a sudden impulse, opened my mouth, and took a small bite of that fruit.
“……!!”
Tyr's arms wrapped around my head. The instinctive action left my face buried in her chest. Unable to pull away or lift my head, I inhaled Tyr's faint scent. Can one get drunk on such a light fragrance? As if possessed, I crushed her nipple with my teeth.
Pop. A juice burst forth. Gasping for breath, Tyr threw her head back and convulsed.
“Haaahhh.”
It seemed the lightning's stimulus had been a bit too strong. Something came out when it wasn't supposed to. I was inwardly surprised by the liquid flowing into my mouth, but with nothing else to do, I just swallowed. It tasted surprisingly sweet.
How ironic. A vampire who sucks human blood. And now a human was squeezing out and drinking her bodily fluids. I smiled and pulled away, a shimmering thread of fluid stretching between us. My body lamented the loss of the sweet taste, but it was fine. There was still one left.
I looked up at Tyr, who was leaning weakly against me.
“Tyr.”
“Hu…”
“This is what happens with just your breasts. Are you sure you want to do the rest?”
Her faintly flushed face was sensual. A mix of shame, bewilderment, and bliss painted her expression an inscrutable color. Tyr answered in a wretched, trembling voice.
“It was foreign. It was bewildering. It was agonizing. It was painful and frightening. This sensation that shakes my body and soul will surely change me into something else. Into a being completely different from who I was before.”
At first, Tyr was a walking phenomenon. Having already died once, the boundary between herself and the world was blurred. I revived her heart, building walls and creating a room where only the foundation remained.
But that wasn't enough. A room sealed on all sides is no different from a coffin. So I made a window. A window called 'sensation,' which would shake the room when light streamed in and the wind blew.
It was Tyr's wish, but in the end, I was the one who created it. I turned this doll into a human and breathed life into her. The greatest masterpiece I have created in this life gazed at me with an impossibly lovely smile.
“I am afraid, and I am anxious, but…”
Tyr slowly lowered her head and covered my lips with her own. It was a clumsy kiss, which made it all the more stimulating. After tasting me for a good while, Tyr answered, her expression completely melted.
“If you are the one to do it, Hu, then I will be happy.”
The night is short. But in the Duchy, where the sun is hidden by mist, the night is endlessly long. When this long night ends, the girl who has lived for twelve centuries will pass from maiden to lady.
Thus ended the first night that held the Progenitor's private life.