Ch.208A World Where Everyone Is Unhappy (3)

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Of course, I like Sylvia.

Sylvia likes me too.

I’m not so stupid as to not know what a great blessing it is in this chaotic world to have the person I love also love me.

Sylvia wanted me.

Normally, I would have wanted her too.

But sadly, not right now.

Even with my beautiful lover putting her rough, trembling hands inside my top, I shook my head and stopped her.

“Sylvia… no.”

“Why?”

“Not now.”

“Why not? Because you kissed Alice just hours ago? Because you kissed Pia minutes ago?”

“…Sylvia. Ugh,”

Sylvia didn’t seem interested in hearing my excuses.

She roughly removed the armor from my upper body, tossed it aside, then slowly brought her face between my legs and moved forward.

Naturally, her lips settled between my legs.

Sylvia soon used her well-shaped nose to burrow under my top and slowly pulled it up.

Her face slowly moves up over my stomach.

Hoo.

Sylvia let out a held breath.

The hot breath warmly heats my bare abdomen.

Eventually, Sylvia rubbed her face against my skin and put her head inside my top.

Her soft cheek was pressing firmly against my skinny stomach.

“Hoo… ha,”

“Sylvia…”

“Be quiet. I’m smelling Ash’s scent.”

“Ugh, I haven’t even washed properly yet…”

“That’s why… the smell is so strong… it’s driving me crazy.”

Hot breath continuously poured over my stomach.

At the same time, her hands quickly brushed against my sides and came inside my clothes.

Sylvia’s hands, trembling slightly, moved up to my chest.

Her rough fingers, soft cheeks, and moist lips were tickling my upper body as they moved around.

Then, something hot and soft began tapping my stomach.

I knew without looking that it was Sylvia’s tongue.

“Ugh,”

“…Chu,”

“Sylvia… no, it’s dirty.”

“There’s nothing dirty about you, Ash.”

“We’ve been sweating for days, and we’ve been around that smelly moat…”

“What are you talking about? The holy power purified everything. Are you going to keep making excuses?”

I didn’t know.

Did holy power have such a cleaning function?

No wonder my hair wasn’t itchy despite not washing properly during our journey.

“And even if it were dirty, I wouldn’t care. I’ll lick all your dirty places clean.”

“You’re… crazy.”

“Then let’s see… how dirty this place is?”

Sylvia licked my abdomen while slowly pulling her face downward.

Eventually, her chin touched the waistband of my pants and twitched slightly.

Sylvia let out a small snort near my pubic bone.

Then she slowly caught the edge of my pants with her teeth and began to pull them down.

“Stop, I said stop.”

I tried to use both hands to stop her, but my thin arms and fingers were too weak to push or pull her head away.

Unlike me, Sylvia’s rough, strong fingers dug behind my back and pulled down the waistband of my pants that hung over my buttocks in one swift motion.

I struggled, my lips flapping without making a sound, and Sylvia easily subdued my twitching while slowly saying:

“Hmm, Ash… what’s going on here?”

“Ugh, that’s why I said no.”

Despite her extremely stimulating skinship, my body wasn’t ready for sex.

Sylvia placed one hand between my legs and slowly brought her face up to look at me.

Her gleaming eyes in the darkness and rough breathing seemed much fiercer and more ferocious than that monster bear that had stalked me in the dark forest.

I pleaded with her:

“Not today…”

“Convince me.”

“…Well.”

Of course, there was a reason.

Today we lost Alice, and we visited Layla’s grave.

I also had to accept that Sister Maria, whom we had just reunited with, wasn’t completely resurrected but rather a separate entity with Maria’s memories.

Although we defeated the Demon King, there had been so much loss and farewell that I simply wasn’t in the mood—that was the psychological reason.

And though I was free from demonic energy, my body, which was still filled with it and damaged by it, hadn’t recovered—that was the physical reason.

But before I could explain this, Sylvia spoke first, as if striking preemptively:

“Alice is okay, Pia is okay, but I’m not?”

“I didn’t do this kind of thing with Alice or Pia.”

“Right, you kissed them instead.”

“Sylvia… we can kiss too.”

“Ha… Ash.”

Sylvia grabbed my limp member and said:

“I’m your lover.”

“Hnngh,”

“Am I the same as those women to you?”

Despite her sharp tone, she stimulated me with gentle touches.

Though it still wouldn’t rise, each time she gently stimulated the tip with the inside of her finger joints, I felt lightheaded.

I bit my lip to suppress my moans and finally opened my mouth in a small voice:

“Sylvia… why are you doing this…?”

“What…?”

“Alice… is dead… Pia is a spirit…”

“…”

Who could have imagined that Alice would kiss me in the first place?

It was completely unexpected for me.

Even the fact that Alice liked me was shocking news to me.

But Alice is already dead.

The fact that her final words before dying were that small confession was so fragile and poignant that I couldn’t help but revisit that moment.

But that was all.

I hadn’t fallen in love with Alice.

If Alice hadn’t died and had confessed to me, I would have politely rejected her confession.

Because I love Sylvia.

It’s actually so obvious that explaining it seems ridiculous.

My feelings for Alice were completely different from my feelings for Sylvia.

The form, shape, and even the size and intensity were vastly different.

I love Sylvia.

Since this was the first time I’d felt such emotions, I couldn’t be confused.

The fact that Sylvia is the only woman I want to hold is an absolute proposition that will never change no matter what.

If that’s the case with Alice, then Pia is even less of an issue.

The thought I had when our lips met was something like, “Is this what it would feel like if my daughter gave me a kiss someday?”

If not a daughter, then perhaps like Layla?

That’s a bit strange.

Why would Layla ever kiss me?

Anyway, the kiss with Pia only gave me that awkward feeling, not the sweetness or excitement of kissing Sylvia.

“…Why… you don’t understand,”

I felt a bit hurt.

Is Sylvia still worried I might leave her?

After spending so many nights together, and saying “I love you” so many times.

How much more reassurance does she need to understand that I love her?

I suppose since this is my first relationship too, I might have done something wrong.

Perhaps there’s something about me that makes Sylvia insecure.

But since falling in love with her, I swear I’ve never wavered even once.

“Sylvia…”

I slowly lifted my hands from pushing her shoulders to the side of her face.

My fingers, trembling weakly from just lifting my arms, couldn’t possibly push her away.

But I could caress her cheek.

I placed my hand on her soft cheek and slowly brushed her hair to the side.

Her smooth hair, which had been falling down due to gravity, slowly went over her shoulder.

“Why are you so insecure?”

“…What?”

“I love Sylvia. You’re the first person I’ve ever loved, and I’ll only love you in the future.”

“…”

I heard Sylvia take a shallow breath.

I slowly moved my hand to the back of her head.

Her hair caught between my fingers, but it slipped through without any resistance.

After passing through that exquisite sensation, like sprinkling sugar on the back of my hand, I stopped and applied a little pressure to pull her closer.

Her head, which hadn’t budged until now, crumbled limply and rested her chin on my shoulder, exhaling a faint breath.

Her breath tickles my ear.

Even this hot breath I feel now is so lovable.

The jealousy that had seemed resentful just moments ago suddenly seemed cute, which suggested I was seriously afflicted.

“Sylvia, you don’t trust me.”

“N-no…”

“You don’t. You still think I’ll leave. You think I’ll turn my eyes to other women.”

“…”

I sighed and said:

“Sylvia… did I do something wrong? If I did, tell me. I don’t want you to feel insecure.”

“No, no! Ash hasn’t done anything wrong!”

“Aaack!”

Sylvia suddenly shouted and simultaneously squeezed my shaft that she had been kneading.

I let out a sound like a stepped-on frog.

“Ah, s-sorry.”

Sylvia was startled and briefly removed her hand, but soon gently placed it back.

She put her hand under the limp shaft, gently rubbing between the anus and testicles, then slowly moved up to carefully knead the testicles.

Then she began to press the shaft with the lower part of her palm.

That exquisitely pleasant pressure even seemed to reduce the pain a little.

“Ungh…”

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll be gentle.”

“Sylvia…”

Are you planning to keep holding my dick in the middle of what’s supposed to be a serious conversation?

Apparently, she had no intention of letting go.

A strange sound, a mixture of sighs and moans, flowed from my mouth.

Hearing Sylvia swallow loudly, she seemed to like these sounds from me.

I continued speaking, letting my voice flow with those strange sounds:

“Don’t you know… I only want to sleep with Sylvia?”

“Ash…”

Her eyes, which had been directed between my legs, rose again to my face.

I quietly looked into her eyes.

That gaze was still frighteningly sparkling, but much of the ferocity from earlier had diminished.

I closed my eyes.

Sylvia understood the signal as well.

Soon I could feel her lips covering mine.

I slowly parted my lips.

My lower lip, brushing past her lower lip that had completely enveloped mine, separated and rejoined several times, crossing positions, and in between, two soft tongues were constantly visiting each other.

The two tongues, leaving sticky, sweet saliva as they visited each other’s lips and teeth, twitched whenever they collided as if electrified, but still weren’t afraid to embrace each other.

Obscene explosive sounds from the friction of lips against lips, and the hot breaths bursting through the gaps, began to fill the dark cabin.

Though we’ve kissed many times before, it’s still ecstatic and thrilling.

Every time our breaths touch each other’s throats,

Every time I feel the sweet saliva that slips down the inside of my throat isn’t mine.

I realize once again.

This is only for Sylvia.

Indeed, the person I love, the person I want to kiss, is only her.

“Haa… haa…”

“Hoo… mm…”

After a long time, our lips finally separated.

Sylvia’s eyes were half-closed and drowsy.

I’m probably the same.

Perhaps because all my attention was diverted, Sylvia’s hand had stopped moving.

“Now… do you understand?”

“…”

“Sylvia. I’m yours. My body and my heart, all of it.”

“…Hng,”

“I’m just… too tired today. Let’s stop for today. Okay?”

“Ugh, uugh…”

“…Syl…via?”

Suddenly, hot moisture dropped onto my face and flowed down.

Because of the warmth, I thought it was blood at first.

But there was no pungent smell of blood.

I slowly raised my hand and rubbed the liquid on my face.

It was tears.

“…Sylvia… what’s wrong?”

Did she want sex that badly?

Enough to cry?

“I’m sorry… Ash…”

“…For what?”

“You’re right… it’s my fault for being insecure… with how much you love me… how happy that makes me…”

That’s what Sylvia said.

I know.

How passionate a person Sylvia is.

How much she gets lonely.

I know well how much she depends on me.

Just as much as I depend on her, who is physically superior to me in every way, she also depends on me emotionally, and I couldn’t not know that.

Looking back, Sylvia had tried to imprison me by bending a blade into my wrist, and had even tried to completely kill Alice when she was about to reveal her identity to me.

No, thanks to Alice’s sacred power she survived, but in fact, Sylvia had killed Alice several times then.

The fact that she, who had imprisoned herself in this forest for the mission of protecting humanity as a hero, so ruthlessly killed an innocent person, shows how much she fears losing me.

And how much she loves me.

Some might say such obsession and madness isn’t love.

But what can I do when I, the object of that obsession, find even that aspect of Sylvia so lovable?

I gently wiped her eyes with my thumb and said:

“…That’s fine.”

“But… I can’t shake this anxiety.”

“…What?”

Sylvia spoke with a trembling voice.

She removed her hand from my member and slowly moved away from me, not only her voice but her entire body was trembling.

“Sylvia… what’s wrong…”

“…Ash, why do you love me…?”

“Huh…?”

“Living together, comforting each other… empathizing with each other’s situations… that’s how you came to like me, right?”

“Y-yes?”

Sylvia’s head dropped.

Is it the weight of her head, or the weight of guilt swirling inside it?

Sylvia couldn’t lift her head and muttered in a wildly trembling voice, hitting the floor with the crown of her head:

“…I have to… tell you… now… the curse is gone… I have to tell you… I must…”

“Sylvia?”

“…Ash, you know…”

“…”

“Actually… I did something very wrong to you…”

“…Yes.”

“If I tell you… can you forgive me?”

Sylvia asked for my forgiveness with a pained expression.

I was confused by her sudden state.

Her voice was shaking wildly, and the pitch was so unstable that I almost couldn’t understand her.

What could have happened?

What great wrong could she have done to me that makes her so afraid?

I slowly sat up and looked at Sylvia.

“Please… Ash… forgive me…”

Sylvia was trembling, her head buried in the floor, hands clasped in front like a beggar begging for mercy.

It seemed unreal that she, probably the strongest person in the world right now, was miserably begging for mercy while naked.

Whatever it is, it must be a terrible wrong.

The problem is, no matter how much I think about it, I can’t figure out what she did wrong to me.

I’ve always received help from Sylvia.

I’ve always found salvation in her hands and embrace.

No matter how much I search my memory, I can’t think of anything other than her hurting me during training.

It was training I had asked for, and I vaguely think it’s right to be somewhat strict in training, so she wouldn’t be begging like this for that…

“…”

Then surely, it means there’s something Sylvia has deceived me about.

A secret that only she knows, and I don’t.

“…Haha,”

I laughed involuntarily.

If that’s the case, there would be no problem if she kept it to herself.

There are no witnesses or friends between us.

Even if she had deceived me, I would never know unless she told me.

Yet Sylvia asked for my forgiveness.

Even while trembling with fear like that.

That hero-like honesty and unhero-like fragility made her seem even more lovable to me.

“Alright. I forgive you. Whatever it is.”

“…You might regret saying that so easily.”

“I don’t know, anyway I can’t live without Sylvia now. Even if you were actually the Demon King’s subordinate, I would forgive you, so tell me.”

“Ash…”

That’s a lie.

No matter what, it would be difficult to forgive a subordinate of the Demon King.

The Demon King is the culprit who caused the death of my parents, Layla, Sister Maria, and even Sister Alice.

But conversely, Sylvia, who defeated such a Demon King, can be forgiven no matter how great her mistake.

I gently held Sylvia’s trembling hand.

“What have you been hiding and tormenting yourself over…”

“…”

“Tell me. It’s okay.”

Sylvia slowly opened her mouth.

“I actually knew…”

“Yes…?”

“That day… that people were coming.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we… went to collect corpses.”

“That day…”

I felt my jaw drop.

“…Ah,”

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