Chapter 356: Side Story — Luce's Case (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 356: Side Story — Luce's Case (3)
For a long moment, Luce remained perfectly still with her eyes closed, as if paralyzed. Then, she let out a long, shaky breath.
"Haa..."
Her warm breath brushed against Isaac’s lips.
Luce deeply savored Isaac’s scent. It was a fragrance that her entire body seemed to absorb, echoing deep within her soul rather than just her senses.
Chuu...
She pressed her lips against his once.
Chuu. Chuu.
The raw desire to possess Isaac completely—a desire reflected in the very nature of this place—surged like a storm, igniting the passion at Luce’s core.
Their soft lips melded together, pressing against the warm, moist heat of each other's mouths. A shiver of pure ecstasy raced down her spine.
Luce’s usually calm thoughts were devoured by her racing heart. Every trace of shyness and restraint evaporated like smoke, giving way to a wet, fervent kiss.
"Sluurp, haah..."
It was as if she were biting into a ripe, juicy fruit. The kiss was incredibly sweet and intoxicating.
Luce stroked Isaac’s hair before firmly cupping the side of his head, deepening the exploration of his lips.
"Haap."
As if she intended to devour him, Luce opened her mouth wider, intensely molding her lips around Isaac’s. Isaac didn't pull away; instead, he moved in rhythm with her, reciprocating the heat.
Sluurp, chuu.
Luce swallowed as their saliva mingled. That slick, sticky sensation made her feel as though they were truly becoming one.
"Haa..."
When they finally broke apart, Isaac, who had closed his eyes at some point, slowly lifted his eyelids. He gazed intently at his precious fiancée, engraving her image into his mind.
Luce looked down at Isaac, seeing her own reflection mirrored in his eyes.
The corners of her mouth curled into a natural arc. As if petting a young kitten, Luce gently stroked Isaac’s hair.
"Isaac... you just received my second kiss," Luce whispered, her voice faint and bewitching, like a full moon in the dead of night.
The basement, shaped like a cage, gave her voice a deeper, more resonant echo than usual.
"What about the first one?"
"At the academy. I did it while you were sleeping."
Isaac let out a soft chuckle and gave Luce a playfully stern look.
"You should have asked for permission... That’s morally questionable."
"What’s the problem if I’m the one who was turned on?"
Luce tilted her head to the side, her expression one of feigned disbelief.
"It’s your fault for being so defenseless in front of me. Why would I turn away from a table that was already set?"
"Isn't that a bit too reckless...?"
"I think it’s mutual. Up until now, I’ve practically been laid bare before you, haven’t I? You’ve been reading my feelings as much as you wanted."
Isaac smiled awkwardly and averted his gaze.
"That’s... I’m sorry. It was something I couldn't really help."
"I’m not blaming you."
Luce’s supple fingers slid smoothly down the line of Isaac’s firm chest, reaching his abdomen.
Sssss.
She gently traced circles around his navel. Leaning in, she rested her head on Isaac’s shoulder, her breath—laced with a soft laugh—dampening his ear.
Isaac reflexively twitched.
"Then, you must have known very well that I’ve wanted to do this with you all this time?"
Her bewitching voice was a direct seduction.
That intimate tone, which had always been Isaac’s weakness, continued to overwhelm him. Unable to resist, he felt a dizzying rush of chills and a seductive ecstasy, as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice.
When he missed his chance to answer, Luce placed her lips right against his ear and whispered clearly, "I’ll just tell you myself."
Luce covered Isaac’s other ear with her hand, trying to ensure her voice was the only thing he could perceive.
"I’ve had countless fantasies. Like locking you in a basement and keeping you all to myself, or living alone with you on a deserted island. I wouldn’t even mind if we were bound together in restraints, embracing each other completely, living our lives inseparable. Just the thought of being with you like that, all day long, fills my imagination."
A cold, sharp smile permeated Luce’s voice.
"You knew all that, didn't you? Embarrassing as it is."
"I didn't know the details were quite that... dark."
"Liar."
When Luce’s expression hardened and she spoke with such resolve, Isaac fell silent.
Even without magic, Luce could detect a lie just by capturing the subtle shifts in a person's expression with her keen eyesight.
Soon, the gentle smile returned to her lips.
"It’s okay, Isaac. None of that matters anymore. It was just youthful folly. What matters is being with you now. At this moment, I’m just curious about one thing."
"About what?"
"What you were thinking all this time, knowing I was having such shameful thoughts."
Luce stopped her fingers on his abdomen and asked quietly.
"Tell me. What were you thinking? Did you want to do lewd things with me, too?"
"...From the very beginning."
"Huh?"
Isaac closed his eyes, his expression turning calm as he spoke his honest thoughts. "I’ve felt that way from the start. Even before you knew me, I already thought you were beautiful."
"What?"
She hadn't expected that answer.
Luce’s mouth parted slightly as she leaned back. It was difficult for her to logically process the idea that he had harbored feelings for her from the very beginning.
Isaac opened his eyes again, smiling awkwardly as he gazed at Luce’s stunning face.
"Since we’ve already decided to get married, I wonder if there's even a point to this conversation... But to be honest, I was ahead of you. I liked you, Luce. And, well, I had naughty thoughts sometimes, too."
At first, it had simply been affection for a character in ❰Magic Knight of Märchen❱.
But after actually meeting Luce, that feeling had naturally blossomed into love for the woman standing before him.
That was the only reason he hadn't abandoned his feelings for her, even knowing how dangerous she could be.
He liked her that much.
"...I had no idea."
Luce couldn't hide her shock.
"Is that true?"
"Would I lie about that?"
Uncharacteristically, the corners of Luce’s lips twitched. She closed her eyes and gave a faint, breathless smile.
"So that’s why."
"What?"
"You were always staring at my chest so much."
"That was... unavoidable..."
At Isaac’s hesitant response, Luce opened her eyes and smiled brilliantly.
She replayed his confession in her head, savoring the fact that Isaac had liked her from the very start.
"You wanted me from the beginning... didn't you?"
Isaac nodded.
Luce’s cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, a beautiful smile adorning her face.
It felt like receiving a brand-new confession of love. To Luce, Isaac’s sudden honesty pierced her heart, bringing her an unparalleled sense of happiness.
Soon, Luce gave a playful grin.
"This won't do, Isaac. I had no idea you were such a pervert, lusting after me from the start. To think I unknowingly became friends with someone like that."
"That’s... Ah."
Tak. Tak.
Luce began to undo the buttons of her shirt. A powerful urge to feel the skin of the man she loved flickered within her.
Isaac deliberately kept his mouth shut.
As the buttons came undone, Luce’s smooth breasts, encased in her underwear, were revealed. Her pure white skin formed soft, rounded curves that shimmered under the lamplight.
She shed her coat, which had been hanging off her elbows, revealing the alluring lines of her body even more clearly.
Next came her skirt, though her shirt—not yet fully unbuttoned—still draped over her lap.
"Huh?"
Isaac’s gaze lingered on her half-dressed form for a moment, but his attention was quickly drawn to his feet. As she sat with her legs spread, her crotch pressed against his bare feet.
The hem of her shirt covered the contact point, but something wet and soft brushed against the top of Isaac’s foot. His eyes widened.
Her behavior, so contrary to her usual noble and innocent demeanor, sent a strange rush of excitement through him. Luce, as if expecting his reaction, let out a clear, melodic laugh.
"Isaac, do I look like I’m wearing anything?"
Panties.
"...You weren't wearing any from the start?"
"Yeah. Because I was planning on doing this."
Slick skin rubbed against the top of Isaac’s feet as moisture dripped down.
"Ugh..."
Luce gently shifted her hips, letting out a low moan thick with pleasure.
The air in the basement grew heavy and charged. Isaac wiggled his toes, grazing Luce’s soft buttocks, but she didn't seem to mind.
"...You know what?"
"What?"
"I’ve been wet since the moment I saw you today."
"Well, I don't know who the real pervert is anymore..."
Luce chuckled and leaned her upper body toward Isaac, placing her hand over his groin.
His member was already swollen, boasting a hardness as solid as stone.
As Luce gently stroked him, Isaac twitched as if an electric current were surging through his body.
"It’s gotten so big. You must be dying to get me pregnant, aren't you?"
"I can't deny it."
"You’re making me embarrassed... I’m taking it off, Isaac."
Rustle.
Luce slowly began to pull down Isaac’s pants.
Quietly, with restrained movements, she eased the fabric down.
Thump.
Isaac’s penis sprang free, standing tall.
"Uh...?"
For a moment, a flash of genuine embarrassment crossed Luce’s face.
It’s... so different from what I saw before...?
The size and thickness far surpassed her expectations. The veins pulsed powerfully along the shaft.
It was far more impressive than what she had glimpsed in the bathroom. Isaac’s member wasn't just "adorable"—it was overwhelming.
Luce felt a sudden chill of anticipation and involuntarily swallowed hard.