To the Promised Land Where Scheming and Betrayal Flow (4)
“Ahahahahaha!”
Laughter burst out on its own. Even after taking a shower, eating dinner, parting ways with his companions, and returning to his assigned room…
Sion kept snickering, unable to stop the laughter spilling out.
‘That bastard, he looked like he was about to die from happiness, didn’t he?’
For those who’ve never experienced it, war only looks sweet and glorious. That was the answer to Marquis Volco’s question of “What was the war like,” and at the same time a hammer blow to Ludwig, who was whining that Sion had used a cowardly trick.
Marquis Volco realized that what Sion had said was not only a warning to his son and heir Ludwig but also a stern admonishment from someone who had faced real war.
As a father, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but he too had fought countless wars. Watching his son play at knighthood, ignorant of what true war meant, yet daring to prattle about cowardice, was certainly not a sight worth seeing.
— “They say a man changes after a great ordeal. You, of all people, have grown quite a bit.”
Volco spoke flatly, but there was an undertone of genuine approval within.
Later, at the dinner to which they had been invited, he once again praised Sion while at the same time delivering another warning to his son.
— “Lichten, that guy was always whining about his son, acting all pitiful. Turns out it was all nonsense. The kid’s perfectly fine.”
His tone was offhand, but it was unmistakably recognition. Since Marquis Volco, one of Hispania’s strongest, had said so, Lucia’s eyes sparkled brightly, while Ludwig’s expression looked like he couldn’t tell whether he was eating dinner or shit.
— “Father. But in knightly duels, I—”
— “It was you who wanted real combat, Ludwig.”
A man doesn’t speak twice with the same mouth.’
At his father’s harsh rebuke, Ludwig shut his mouth. He was a proud man, always basking in his own greatness, but when it came to his father, he couldn’t help but be intimidated and afraid.
“Ah, bastard. That face you made then was priceless.”
Still chuckling to himself, Sion cleared his throat once and recalled the events that followed.
Kim Yoo-hyun had gone up to the royal capital around the same time.
When the sudden appearance of a ‘Sacred One’ occurred, many nobles showed both curiosity and envy. Thus, Ludwig and Kim Yoo-hyun ended up facing each other in a duel before all the nobles’ eyes.
And right at that moment, a sudden incident turned the royal palace banquet into utter chaos.
‘At first, I thought it was the demons’ doing.’
Who else but demons would dare break through the palace’s wards and magical defenses to commit such evil?
Every character insisted it was the demons, and even the novel’s narrative framed it as their plot. But as time passed, it was revealed otherwise.
That would be later, though.
‘Do I block it, or do I exploit it?’.
That’s the question.’
For now, Sion could only choose one stone. Block it and he couldn’t exploit it. Exploit it and he couldn’t block it.
Which would bring him more profit? He was seriously considering this when…
“Hey?”
A woman’s voice suddenly came, making Sion sit upright.
There stood Lilith, dressed in a thin frilled blouse and a skirt-style nightgown.
Sion rose to greet her.
“What brings you here all of a sudden?”
“Oh, nothing really. I was just bored at night… thought I’d come hang out, maybe.”
“…”
Sion instantly saw through the lie.
Whatever else, a succubus always became a bashful mess before her contractor. And right now, it was plain as day: ‘I came because I had business with you.’
“If it’s just to hang out, can we do it later? I’m pretty exhausted right now.”
So Sion teased her.
A polite way of saying: ‘If you have nothing to say, would you please just leave?’
Lilith only stammered.
“T-Tired? That much?”
“A guy who can’t even use mana still blocked a sword! Huh? I swung it around like crazy. Of course I’m tired.”
Utter nonsense.
Other than the moment he pressed his sword to Ludwig’s throat, he hadn’t swung more than five times in total. But Lilith, as if forgetting even that, muttered, “Th-Then I guess it can’t be helped.”
‘Truly, the bond of subjugation is handy.’
Lilith, who before others was the Succubus Queen, a supreme demon, a force even the celestials feared—
Before her contractor, she showed nothing but flustered vulnerability. Even Kim Yoo-hyun had once cried, “If I can’t have you as mine, then I’ll shatter you to pieces!” as he desperately pursued her.
“What’s the matter, then? Let’s hear it at least.”
Sion leaned his chin on his hand, as if to leisurely appreciate her.
The goddess-like beauty flushed red as she opened her mouth.
“W-Well, you see… I-I’m almost ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“You know… the thing I told you about last time.”
“I don’t remember.”
Even an idiot could see he was teasing.
Lilith knew it too.
Normally, she would have exploded with rage at being mocked, but before her contractor, such defiance was unthinkable.
“You…you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“I really don’t remember.”
“Grrr… You really…”
At her frustrated voice, Sion decided it was enough and beckoned her closer.
Grumbling, she still obediently approached him.
‘Really, such an honest noona,’ he muttered as he slid his hand along the inside of her thigh.
“Wow.”
Soaked, that was the only fitting word.
Without foreplay, without even caresses, how could she already be this wet?
Lifting his head, Sion looked at Lilith.
“D-Don’t say anything.”
“Come to think of it, it’s been a while since we came to the capital, hasn’t it?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“And that week you mentioned is almost up.”
“…That’s right.”
“I’m curious, if a succubus has to stay apart from her contractor for a long time and can’t consummate things, what happens?”
“Like an addict deprived of their drug. Of course they lose reason and go wild.”
“Does that apply to you too, Lilith?”
“M-Maybe a little. But don’t worry. I won’t throw a fit like some common succubus.”
‘Really now? With how wet you are, I’m not so sure.’
Sion pondered for a moment, then thought, *How about trying it like this, in this position?*
“Lilith, could you hold up your skirt for a moment?”
“Huh? Oh, o-okay…”
As she lifted the hem, the already short skirt rode up higher, revealing her curvaceous figure in full.
“What about underwear?”
“I… didn’t wear any. Honestly, it’s uncomfortable…”
Succubi usually wore skin-tight suits, with no underwear at all, just peel off that one layer and they were naked.
Though she wore human clothes now, they still felt unnatural to her.
‘Hmm.’
Sion looked at her thighs, breathing in the sweet scent.
Reason urged him to hold back, but his body, and especially the hard length already straining upward, screamed: Are you crazy?! Do it!
It was instinct versus reason.
Like having fried chicken delivered at midnight while on a diet.
“Ah!”
A soft gasp escaped Lilith.
The man’s smooth tongue had licked her inner thigh, where nerves were densely clustered. Her body shuddered, moans spilling as his tongue inched higher.
“Hnnn…”
Embarrassment tangled with anticipation and arousal.
Lilith hesitated, but instinct was irresistible.
“Haaangh.”
She parted her legs slightly, making it easier for Sion to move in.
With a silent ‘thanks,’ Sion wasted no time pressing his tongue against her tightly closed womanhood.
“Uhhngh…”
Shhhlick! schlurp!
Unlike last time, he didn’t suck; instead, he lightly traced with the tip of his tongue, teasing her folds. From her already drenched entrance, more sweet nectar trickled out.
Wanting more of that intoxicating taste, Sion slipped his tongue just beyond the entrance, into the warm, sticky depths.
“Haaahhh…”
A sigh escaped Lilith, her body trembling with every wriggle of his tongue inside.
Though she’d experienced such things before, albeit in spiritual form rather than physical, the sensation now overwhelmed her as if it were her first time.
‘Wh-Why am I… like this…?’
She assumed it was just the change of position,this time she stood while Sion knelt below, devouring her from beneath.
Perhaps it was just the thrill of having a man beneath her feet, she rationalized.
“Ahhn, haahh… This feels… strange. I’m getting weird… Wait… haaaaahhh!”
The calm waves inside her surged into a crashing tsunami.
Looking down, she saw him rubbing her clitoris with his hand. Her most sensitive spot was mercilessly attacked, and heat exploded through her.
Even though it was just foreplay, she felt as though her body might melt away.
“Hhhhhnnnghh! N-No… I-I can’t… This… this is…”
Her trembling grew more intense.
Sion pulled his tongue from inside and, instead, gently licked and kissed her clitoris where his fingers had been.
Shhhlick!
Smooch!
“Ahhh! Uhh, uhhnghh… ahhhh, ahhhhnnn!”
Her moans grew louder.
The warm, sticky, supple tongue assaulted her most sensitive bud again and again until her body stiffened.
‘N-No way. I, the Succubus Queen, c-cumming this easily…?’
She wanted to resist. For her kind, climaxing so quickly from a man’s touch was disgraceful, unthinkable for their queen.
But her body cared nothing for pride.
When Sion sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently, her whole body jolted as if struck by lightning.
“Ahhh!”
Her limbs stiffened, strength surging into them as she toppled over the edge.
‘She’s gone.’
Normally, he would stop here to let her savor the afterglow, but Sion didn’t.
Instead, he grew more relentless, tormenting her further.
Circling, sucking, tugging, teasing her mercilessly.
“Hhhhk, hahhhk, ahhhhnnghh… S-Stop… stoooop…”
Her body shook violently, legs buckling, yet he held her up and kept driving her past climax after climax.
Finally, completely drained, Lilith collapsed onto the bed.
Only then did Sion release her. Now melted to her core, she lay sprawled, gasping raggedly for breath.
“Th-This… what is this…? it’s scary…”
Her body wouldn’t obey.
Mana remained, yet something was terribly off, a chill of fear ran through her.
It felt like her very being might dissolve.
“W-What… nghhh—”
Before she could finish, Sion silenced her with a kiss.
Her nectar mingled with his saliva as his tongue invaded.
Lilith surrendered, following his lead, yielding lips and tongue alike.
Even her pride as Succubus Queen melted away in that kiss.
“Where should we go next?”
After a long kiss, Sion asked with a smile.
Lilith hesitated, then answered not with words but with action.
She silently slipped off her blouse.
As expected, she wore no bra; her pure white breasts came into view, crowned with rosy buds.
A flawless feast for the eyes.
Sion gulped unconsciously. He had already drunk deeply of her nectar, yet faced with this new feast, his instincts screamed again.
“…You want to taste them, don’t you?”
With a faint smile, Lilith teased knowingly.
Then she cupped her own breasts, silently asking if he would come take them.
“Of course.”
Sion had not the slightest intention of refusing that meal.
