Chapter 38: Omen (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 38: Omen (2)
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In the early morning, the sound of Natalia opening a drawer echoed through the room.
The drawer was filled with a mountain of letters, their seals already broken.
The sender was always the same person: Helena Clausewitz.
The recipient was also always the same: Natalia Clausewitz.
For the past fifteen years, Natalia had never replied once. Now, Helena’s letters filled her vision.
“…”
Natalia carefully picked up the most recent letter.
She knew the contents without even having to look, yet she unfolded the parchment anyway.
Sister Ria, I have returned to the Imperial Capital. I am very happy these days... but there is still a place for you in a corner of my heart.
That is why I want to see you again.
We cannot go back to the way things were, and so many things have changed, but surely there is something that remains the same?
The conversations we shared, our swords, the night sky we watched while lying side by side... all those moments remain unchanged within me.
With love and respect, Helena.
“Ugh...”
When she had first received it, she’d skimmed it and shoved it into the drawer.
Now, Natalia held Helena’s letter and sobbed silently.
Despite being rejected and ignored for over a decade, Helena still remembered her.
The emotions she had tried so hard to suppress now flowed endlessly down Natalia’s cheeks.
“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...”
The current me doesn't even have the right to apologize to you.
You haven't changed, but I have changed too much.
Once I let go of the sword, my spirit broke, and I let myself go to ruin.
How can someone like me dare to stand before you, who still calls me 'Sister'?
One self-reproach led to another, and Natalia’s silent weeping showed no sign of stopping.
—Dreams are important, but I believe it is even more important not to forget the 'self' that is dreaming.
—Natalia-nim, you are a beautiful person.
Two sentences surfaced from the very depths of her mind.
Those words were what finally made Natalia’s tears stop.
Dreams usually collide with reality and scatter like seafoam.
Nevertheless, as if searching for the self that continued to dream, Natalia stepped toward the mirror she had shattered long ago.
“…”
How long had it been since she’d looked in a mirror?
How long had it been since she’d stood before one of her own volition?
The fact that she even had to ask herself such questions showed how much she had feared mirrors.
She had been afraid of the person the mirror reflected—the version of herself that was becoming twisted and broken.
“Ah...”
Even through the cracked glass, she could see it.
It wasn't greasy, matted hair anymore, but black hair that flowed with a lovely luster.
Instead of unsightly fat, her arms and legs were now defined by firm, attractive muscle.
And... though a tiny bit of softness remained, her abdomen and waist were unrecognizably slim.
She wasn't quite the radiant self of her past.
But perhaps because of that, the Natalia of the present looked even more brilliant as she stared back at herself from the shattered mirror.
“The me who dreams...”
After standing before the mirror for a long time, Natalia slowly turned around.
Though she hesitated, she did not stop. She sat at a dusty desk.
She spread out a sheet of paper, gripped a feather pen, and began to write.
“Phew...”
It was nearly noon by the time Natalia finally put the pen down.
Before her lay a letter that neatly contained the past decade and a half, its surface stained here and there by her tears.
“The things left unsaid... I can say them when we meet.”
After sealing the letter, Natalia called for a servant in a low but firm voice.
Soon, two young maids opened the door and appeared in her room.
“Did you call for us, Natalia-nim?”
“Please prepare me to go out. As usual. Ah... and also.”
“Do you have other orders?”
“Clean... the room. And bring in a new mirror.”
“Yes, Natalia-nim. It shall be done as you command.”
“Thank you.”
It was the kind of dry conversation one might expect between a noblewoman and her servants.
However, for some reason, the younger maid with a particularly gentle impression suddenly bowed her head toward Natalia.
“If I may be so bold... congratulations, Natalia-nim. And... thank you, from the bottom of my heart.”
“…?”
“That... well, I... I grew up hearing stories of the Sword Princess, of Natalia-nim’s heroism... I know it’s rude, but I spoke without thinking. I am sorry.”
“…What is your name?”
“It’s Ella.”
“I see. Thank you, Ella.”
“Ah...!”
The maids left Natalia’s presence with bright smiles.
The sound of their laughter and conversation was so clear it could be heard even through the door.
*
The golden glow of the sunset streamed through the carriage window.
The scenery of the Imperial Capital bathed in the setting sun was beautiful enough to make one nod in appreciation...
But for me, the most beautiful sight is a woman’s naked body, drenched in ecstasy and pleasure.
Even more beautiful than that is a woman flushed with heat, exhaling ragged sighs while held in my arms.
“Haah, haah...”
I stroked the waist of Helena, who was soaked in sweat and the afterglow of climax.
“Ahng... Young Master...”
“I’m sorry, Teacher. I was a bit rushed, wasn't I? I just couldn't hold back.”
“Don't be sorry... I truly enjoyed it as well...”
“Haha.”
The hand that had been stroking her waist slithered further down.
Toward the place where, until recently, she would jump and cry out, ‘Th-that place is filthy!’
“Ha... ugh...”
Though her body trembled the moment I touched her, Helena burrowed deeper into my chest.
It seems the effort I’ve put in lately has paid off; her resistance has mostly vanished.
Good. Then let’s go a bit deeper.
“You’ve gotten quite used to this, Teacher. You used to hate it so much at first.”
“To... to be honest... I didn't actually hate it at first... ngh... either...”
“Haha, I thought so. Even when you were highly aroused, you seemed to like it when I slipped a finger in.”
“Ahaang...! Yo-Young Master...!”
“To think you’d be soaking wet while having your anus poked by your disciple. Who would have known Teacher was such a lewd woman?”
“Haug... kh... hss...!”
Helena clung to my neck and trembled violently.
I feel like Helena’s masochistic tendencies have grown stronger lately.
She reaches a climax just from a single insulting word whispered in her ear.
I spent some time taming Helena’s back-pussy like that.
I wanted to thrust right in this instant, but Helena’s back-pussy wasn't quite ready to accept my giant root just yet.
“Hng, ha... ut... haah, haah...!”
“Then, that’s enough for today.”
I inserted an anal plug, crafted from a processed slime core, into Helena’s back-pussy.
I hadn't tested it on Helena’s body before, but given this soft yet filling sensation, Sitri would probably like it too.
I didn't get Sitri’s virginity, but her other virginity is still intact.
“We’ll do the rest when we get back.”
“Yes... haah... I feel like I’ll never get used to this...”
“Which is why I think you like it even more, haha.”
“Young Master...”
What would Natalia think if she saw Helena acting so coquettish and spoiled?
It’s something that would have been unthinkable for the Helena from before she entered my arms.
With that thought, I pulled out the item I had hidden in my coat.
The letter I had received from Natalia, who had come to see me again today.
“This is...!”
As expected, Helena’s eyes, which had been hazy with pleasure, snapped wide open.
“It’s a letter Natalia-nim left today. She asked me to deliver it to you.”
“Ah...!”
“Read it. We still have some time before we arrive.”
Helena quickly straightened her disheveled clothes and moved to the seat opposite me.
...Seeing her look so prim and proper makes me want to pounce on her again.
As they say, the flavors you know are the most dangerous.
While I was thinking that, Helena began to sob quietly.
“Sob... Sister Ria...”
I don't know exactly what’s in it, but it seems to be something that touches the heart.
Even for me, and even though Helena is my woman, I didn't break the seal on the letter.
You have to respect certain boundaries to maintain a healthy relationship.
Well... if someone asked if the relationship between Helena and me is 'healthy and wholesome,' I’d have to think about it.
Anyway.
After reading the letter for a long while, Helena carefully folded it and tucked it into her bosom.
“Seeing you smile so brightly, it looks like you’ll finally be able to meet Natalia-nim.”
“Yes, Young Master. She said we should meet again soon. And...”
“And?”
“She said to give you her sincerest thanks. That she owes you a debt she can never repay.”
A sense of obligation... a good development.
Furthermore, the current Natalia makes my blood boil just as much as Helena or Sitri.
Lately, every time I lay a hand on Natalia’s body, I’m fighting a battle with myself.
Between the side of me that says, ‘If I just fuck her, she’ll be mine!’ and the other self that says she’ll taste better if I put in a little more work.
As I was lost in those thoughts, I felt Helena’s suggestive gaze on me.
“It seems... you are still aiming for Sister.”
“'Aiming' is a bit of a harsh word. Shall we say Natalia-nim is just that lovely?”
“Fufu, I like that expression better.”
It seems Helena felt the thoughts I was having and the emotions I hold for Natalia.
Since we share thoughts and emotions thanks to the contract with Sitri.
Perhaps that’s why I asked Helena a rather cliché question.
“Do you hate me for being like this, Teacher?”
“Hate you? How could you say such a thing?”
As if to prove it with her body rather than just words, Helena knelt before me.
Then, with fluid motions, she unfastened my trousers and took my pride—still wet with her own love juice—into her mouth.
“Kh...”
“Heup... haup... slurp... how is it...?”
“Keep going, Helena.”
“Yes...”
Thanks to the attention I’d given her back-pussy, my giant root was already quite angry.
The ambiguous ending earlier had been slightly annoying, so Helena’s service felt welcomingly good.
“Kh... are you really okay with this?”
“Haup... yes... Young Master’s joy is my joy, and Sister’s joy is also my joy... slurp...”
“Haha... I’m not sure if Natalia will be joyful.”
“I know you will make it so, fufu. To be honest... I am looking forward to it too... the day Sister and I lie prostrate beneath the Young Master together...”
Rubbing her cheek against my precious sword, which was now drenched in her saliva, Helena looked up at me with dazed eyes.
She looked so lovely, having gone as far as she could go.
So... I grabbed Helena by the hair and roughly thrust into her mouth.
“Ogh, kgh...”
“Kh... ha...!”
Even with such rough treatment, Helena tightened her throat as if she were happy.
She sucked greedily and wrapped her tongue around me all the way to the base like she was famished.
“I’m coming...!”
“Ngh-up...!”
As always, Helena joyfully accepted my ejaculation.
She swallowed every single drop, letting none of it spill.
“Haah... that felt good. I love you, Helena.”
“Ah, Young Master...”
As I smoothed her messy hair and caressed her cheek, Helena’s face melted into an expression of pure ecstasy.
I like the face Helena makes when she’s panting under me, but this look is also quite special.
In the meantime, we finally arrived at our destination.
It was a party hosted by some noble... I forgot the name.
Well, I only plan to kill some time before leaving anyway.
“Let’s go, Teacher.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
By the way, I think I should host a banquet soon.
A banquet to beautifully set the stage for the reunion of Helena and Natalia.
And of course, after that...
The flavors I know are dangerous enough, but it’s about time I sought out a taste of the unknown.