Chapter 42: A Late-Blooming Passion is Terrifying (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 42: A Late-Blooming Passion is Terrifying (2)
When I was a child—specifically, about six years after I was reborn as Leon.
Back then, I didn't just undergo swordsmanship training; I also studied the Art of War alongside my older brother.
The reasoning was that when my brother eventually succeeded our father as the Margrave, I would need to serve as his right hand.
Setting aside the preamble and getting straight to the point… the Art of War was quite fascinating.
After all, the Art of War isn't just a theory on commanding troops; it’s a methodology for achieving victory in war.
Through it, I learned how to win, how to conquer, and how to rule.
The moment I conquered and dominated Helena, the moment I made Sitri mine—that was when I finally felt the hunger that had plagued me since birth, no, since my previous life, begin to fade.
The thirst that had been parched for so long was finally quenched.
Conquest and dominance, submission and obedience—these were the things I had truly craved.
‘Good… it’s almost time.’
Currently, Natalia is lying before my eyes.
She is wearing scraps of cloth that barely qualify as clothes, covering only her nipples and her pubic area.
Her small, cute nipples are precariously exposed, and her completely untrimmed pubic hair peeks out from the edges.
Despite this, Natalia feels no sense of shame, not even a hint of embarrassment.
‘Ha… it’s been a while since I felt this sense of fulfillment… It feels like I’m finally being rewarded for all the waiting…’
Victory is right in front of me.
Glory lies just beyond.
With the pulse of a cheering crowd echoing in my heart, I reached out toward Natalia.
“I’ll begin now.”
“Yes…”
“Hmm… doing things as usual is fine, but I’d like to try something a bit special today. How does that sound?”
As expected, Natalia nodded silently.
It was proof of her absolute trust in me.
Feeling even more confident and certain, I moved my hand toward Natalia’s ear.
“Eek…?!”
“Hmm? What’s wrong?”
“It… it tickles…”
I hadn't really done anything yet.
I had merely been carefully stroking her ear to awaken her nerves… and yet.
Natalia wasn't just clenching her fists; she was even twisting her feet together.
‘Heh, her sensitivity is incredible. This is unexpected.’
Natalia had been forced into a marriage with someone she didn't want and even had to bear his child.
In such a state, sex is no different from rape.
Therefore, I assumed she would harbor a strong loathing for sexual stimulation, and I thought I would have to slowly break down that loathing to make her mine… or so I thought.
‘Come to think of it, she was peeking at everything from start to finish.’
I don't know how often Loengram and Natalia had sexual intercourse, but it seems Natalia never felt a single moment of pleasure during their trysts.
Forget orgasms; she likely hadn't even experienced simple sexual arousal or stimulation.
That’s probably why she was peeking at us like a kid watching porn for the first time.
“Providing gentle stimulation like this awakens the nerves throughout the body. It makes the effects of the massage even better. I know it might be uncomfortable, but please bear with it for a moment.”
“Haa-ut… yes… hng-ut…!”
By the way… Natalia truly has a beautiful body.
Her breasts are so large and soft they make you wonder how she ever swung a sword or ran so nimbly—they are, quite literally, majestic.
The line of her slender waist and hips following beneath them isn't just beautiful; it’s artistic.
And then there are those long, straight legs. I found myself unintentionally imagining those legs wrapped around my waist.
‘And these moles—the one under her eye and the one on her breast.’
They were the perfect finishing touches.
Tiny blemishes on the body of a perfect beauty.
If anything, they made Natalia even more perfect. They fanned the flames of my desire for conquest and dominance, making me want to make this woman mine even more.
“I’m going to change your posture now. Please lie down with your arms crossed over your head. So that your armpits are exposed.”
“Haa… yes…”
Soon, Natalia’s pale pink armpits, damp with a light sheen of sweat, were revealed.
Moreover, the scent of a mature woman lingered faintly at the tip of my nose.
Unconsciously swallowing hard, I gently rubbed Natalia’s armpits.
“Ha… ut…!”
“Hmm~ there’s quite a bit of waste buildup here. Please bear with it a little longer.”
“Yes… ah-heuk…”
I hadn't applied a single drop of oil, yet my fingers slid smoothly over Natalia’s sweat.
She’s heating up.
Good, then shall we go a bit deeper?
“Next are the lymph nodes in the chest area.”
“Yes…”
Even when I thrust my hand between her breasts.
Even when I kneaded them up and down as if milking her.
Natalia didn't resist; she couldn't even manage to say a word.
‘This is treatment… so I shouldn't think anything strange of it…’
Natalia’s head was likely filled with thoughts like that.
“Ha-heuk… ha… ut… a-haang…!”
Well, seeing her let out moans like that, she might not even be thinking at all.
After enjoying Natalia’s breasts for a good while, I pulled my hands away.
It was a shame, truly… but I felt like I might lose my mind if I kept going.
“Next are the flanks and the abdomen. Relax and just feel my touch.”
“Haa, haa, yes… ha-heuk…!”
Every time my fingers traced the line of her ribs, Natalia gasped for breath.
And… the moment I stroked her belly, where a cute bit of soft flesh still remained.
“Heu… eup…!”
Natalia’s waist buckled, and she fluttered beneath my fingertips.
This sight, this very moment, was my dream.
Just like the moment I conquered Helena, the moment I made Sitri submit, my heart hammered against my ribs as if it were about to explode.
“Haa, ha-heuk… ah… ut…!”
“Now, let’s move on to the inguinal region. Please get on all fours and lift your pelvis high.”
“Yes…”
Seeing Natalia propped up like a cat, I momentarily lost myself.
Her softly hanging breasts, her waist and hip lines even more pronounced.
And finally, filling my vision, Natalia’s luscious ass and the secret valley between them, overgrown with black hair.
To be honest… I wanted to bury my face in it right then and there.
I wanted to ruthlessly crush that dignified face and ram myself into her with all my might.
‘But, not yet.’
Clearly, Natalia’s body was fully prepared.
Her entire body was burning like a wildfire, and her valley was drenched and sticky.
But her heart wasn't there yet.
What I want isn't just the pleasure of the flesh or the dominance of the body.
I want to conquer and dominate everything about Natalia—not just her body, but her heart as well.
I want to turn that beautiful Sword Princess into a woman who crawls before me of her own accord and licks my feet with joy when I step on her head.
No… I will definitely make her that way.
“Are you in position?”
“Yes… phew…”
“Then I’ll begin.”
“Keu… eu-eup….”
As I gripped both cheeks of her ass with my hands, a pitiful moan escaped Natalia’s lips.
Hmm… she’s sweating a lot, but it’s a bit stiff.
“The friction is a bit strong. I’ll apply some oil.”
“Ye-yes…”
The moment I saw Natalia’s ass and groin glistening, soaked in sweat and perfumed oil, I almost lost my reason again.
Furthermore, the scent of a mature woman, now even more pungent as if it were wrapping around my nose.
Barely soothing the beast inside me that was screaming to break free, I moved my hands to Natalia’s inguinal region.
“Ah… haang…!”
Usually, I only massaged the lymph nodes in the inguinal region, but today was different.
I slipped my hand slightly inside her underwear, brushing right past her labia majora.
I delved even deeper, boldly circling her anus and perineum.
“Keu… ha… euk… heok, heok…!”
The sounds coming from Natalia’s mouth were no longer just moans, but the panting of a female in heat.
“Heu-euk, heu-euk… ah… heuk… a-haang…!”
The more my hands touched her, the more pitiful Natalia’s panting became.
Her desperate moaning was a voice of earnest longing, a voice of pitiful begging.
Is it now, then? Can I consider Natalia completely broken now?
No.
Regrettably, not yet.
Because I don't simply want to ravish Natalia.
I want to completely break her, conquer her, dominate her, and then have her crawl before me and submit of her own will.
To put it simply, now is the time to tease.
“Now… we’ll finish here for today.”
“Haa, haa… what? Already…?”
“Yes. Today’s procedure ends here. Too much of anything is never good. Massaging for unnecessarily long periods can cause injury to the muscles or ligaments.”
“Ah… I, I see… I… I understand…”
Natalia stood up from the bed, staggering.
Disheveled hair, a body soaked in sweat and oil, her private parts exposed without a hint of shame…
Even while showing me such a sight, Natalia bowed her head slightly to me.
‘Hahaha, does she even know what she looks like?’
This was another one of my victories.
Natalia didn't even realize that the large towel she usually used to cover herself was missing.
Part of it was the trust she had in me thanks to all my hard work, and it seemed the sex with Helena she had witnessed earlier had effectively anesthetized her reason and common sense.
“You worked hard today as well, Lady Natalia.”
“Yes… you too, Leon…”
“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes… tomorrow as well… please…”
*
“Sister, what kind of man are you going to marry?”
A long time ago, when Helena was still young, she had suddenly asked Natalia that question.
The fact that such a random, precious memory—one she had forgotten for so long—suddenly appeared before her eyes meant…
‘It’s… a dream.’
A dream is something you wake up from the moment you realize it’s a dream.
So why wasn't she waking up?
While questioning that fact, Natalia answered the young Helena, who was looking up at her like she was a star.
“Hmm~ well… a man stronger than me?”
“A man stronger than you…? Does such a person even exist…?”
“Fufu, I wonder. It looks like I might never get married. What should I do?”
“Don't worry! Then I’ll stay by your side forever!”
“Ahaha, really? Thank you~”
…Back then, she believed it could be so.
Even if she didn't receive the name of the Sword Saint, even if she wasn't granted a National Sword by His Majesty the Emperor.
She believed she could walk the path she chose, that she could live her life her own way.
…Was it because those thoughts surfaced?
Before she knew it, the young Helena vanished, and a man appeared before Natalia’s eyes.
Her husband, whom she felt a surge of loathing just thinking about.
“Spread them.”
“…”
“Hmph, you’re tight. At least wet yourself beforehand.”
“Kuh…”
A gaze that looked at her as if she were a bug or trash.
Hips that moved mechanically, not to confirm their affection for each other, but solely for the sake of breeding.
“Hmph.”
“…”
The end was always like this.
After finishing an ejaculation that was no different from an excretion, she would watch Loengram’s back as he disappeared through the door.
There had been no affection or love from the start, but it was precisely because of that that Natalia began to crumble.
It wasn't just the shock of unwanted sexual intercourse.
The realization that she wasn't even receiving the minimum treatment as a human being, that she had been relegated to the status of a broodmare—lower than livestock—overnight, was what broke her.
“…”
Yet, the dream did not end.
As if life were still continuing, another person appeared before Natalia’s eyes.
“Dreams are not what’s important.”
“What’s more important is not forgetting yourself, the one who is dreaming. That’s what I think.”
“Lady Natalia, you are a beautiful person. You are a truly lovely person.”
Even though it was now a thing of the past, Natalia remembered it vividly.
Leon’s touch as he wiped away her tears.
Leon’s warmth as he stroked her cheek. That smile.
Thanks to that, she was able to see her beloved sister again.
However…
“Yo-Young… Master…! Ha-euk…! A-haang!”
“I love you, Helena.”
The person held in Leon’s arms was not Natalia.
Helena no longer loved Natalia.
“…”
It is only right to be happy when a beloved sister is happy.
Because it was something she should be happy about, Natalia was sincerely glad.
But she couldn't smile.
Because of the thorn of jealousy—a thorn she didn't even know existed, which pricked her like a splinter in her fingertip.
‘Why…’
Why wasn't it her?
Why don't you love me?
Love me.
Adore me. Respect me and look up to me.
You were always behind me.
You were always beneath me.
You said you loved me.
“No…!”
In an instant, black thorns of jealousy swarmed over her entire body.
Natalia swung her arms desperately, trying to escape… but no one can escape from themselves.
Just before she fell into the abyss, another scene unfolded before Natalia.
—Clang!
A sword falling helplessly.
A hand numbed by a heavy impact.
Before she knew it, Natalia had entered another landscape of memory.
To the moment she was overwhelmingly defeated by Leon.
“Kuh… I lost.”
Natalia murmured weakly, just as she had in her memory.
But Leon, unlike in her memory, approached Natalia in silence.
“…Leon?”
Leon, who had been looking down at Natalia without a word, suddenly placed his hand on her shoulder.
And then, he tore everything away.
The formal attire Natalia was wearing, her morality, her values, the order that bound her—Leon tore them all to shreds.
“Ah, ah…”
Before Natalia could do anything, she stood naked before Leon, without a single thread on her.
Even so, Leon just looked at Natalia silently.
As if piercing through something hidden deep within her, an old, dark desire she had inadvertently revealed.
“Aah…”
Letting out a low sigh, Natalia slowly sank to her knees before Leon.
Slowly, with all the courtesy and sincerity she could muster, she prostrated herself before him.
Finally, upon the head of the Natalia who had surrendered before him, Leon placed his foot without hesitation.
“Aah…!”
Even she thought it was absurd, but Natalia felt an intense sense of liberation.
Leave it to me. Lean on me. Follow me.
I will make you forget your pain and anguish, even the dirty pus and mud.
Rely only on me, depend only on me.
Leon’s foot on her head seemed to say those words.
Eventually, Natalia kissed Leon’s foot.
At that moment.
—Chirp, chirp, chirp!
“…!”
The noisy sound of birds at early dawn woke Natalia.
The bed was drenched, from the blankets to the pillows.
Cold sweat was pouring not just from her forehead, but from her entire body.
“Haa… it was a dream… right, it was a dream…”
For some reason, her heart was thumping even more meaningfully today.
The touch and warmth of someone she could still feel in every corner of her body.
Savoring the sensations that refused to fade, Natalia rose from her bed.
“First, I need to wash…”
I have to go there today.
She murmured those words to herself without even realizing it.