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In the dim darkness, Luti and Perdia shared their love, engraving Cleon and their existence into each other.

Quon, Layla, and Sasha accepted Cleon in the bright light, indulging in their changed relationship.

And Galatea stood in complete darkness.

It was her request.

That all the lights in the room be turned off.

And even the curtains on the windows be drawn.

A barrier was erected so that sound could neither escape nor enter.

As such, it was as if only their part had been cut out of the `cake` that was the world and moved to their plate.

The Count’s room became a space for just the two of them.

An area where mutual interference was impossible, both from the outside and from the inside.

Having finished preparing to this extent, Galatea transforms her appearance.

In a darkness where nothing could be seen an inch ahead.

In a pitch-black space where no light could be seen anywhere.

As if emitting light herself, only she is clearly visible.

Her unchangingly beautiful blue-green hair. It sways naturally with each step she takes. The color of her hair is somewhat reminiscent of Quon, but Galatea’s color is a little darker and more alluring.

Her skin is light brown. A little brighter than Perdia’s dark skin, and yet not quite as healthy as Sasha’s. However—that, along with her surreal appearance, imprints the fact that the being before him is not human.

As you spend more time with her, you naturally come to know what kind of being she is.

She’s not as scary as she looks.

A more dangerous being than she appears.

Her violet eyes, marked with an ominous inverted pentagram.

Watching them glow faintly in accordance with the pulse of magical power, as if breathing, brings to mind Layla’s magical sight.

Her coldly perceived eyes.

The feeling that you might be cut if you carelessly brought your hand near was more than Luti when she was angry.

The characteristics of the women he has formed relationships with thus far come to mind one by one through Galatea.

It’s a very different feeling from when he met her in the rainy back alley.

Galatea smiles and approaches very closely with a light gait.

What was once a similar height when they first met is now comfortably looked down upon by Cleon.

Galatea quietly embraces Cleon and whispers.

“Don’t overlap me with other women.”

Jealousy. Desire. And a cold voice.

When Cleon looks at Galatea’s eyes, a little embarrassed.

The pentagram imprint, which was completely emitting light, reveals its presence, unlike a moment ago.

“-That’s not what I meant-”

As Cleon opens his mouth as if to make an excuse. Galatea smiles and throws him onto the bed.

In the darkness where only Galatea can be seen, she is also the only one who can move freely.

Was this her aim?

Cleon tries to maintain his composure, trying to stay as calm as possible in the face of her suddenly changed behavior.

“Really…?”

Galatea smiles, curving her eyes like crescents. Does she not believe Cleon’s words?

No—the two are already connected in the deepest parts of their souls.

She can understand the truth of Cleon’s words without them even being spoken.

However, what is a little unfair is that, unlike Cleon, who shows her everything.

The current Galatea was refusing to let him read her mind.

“…You know I hate lying, right?”

“Of course, Cleon. That’s why I’m scared.”

Does Galatea, the incarnation of the magic sword, also have something to fear? Cleon quietly waits for the words that follow to hear her inner thoughts.

“That you are being sincere with the other girls too. I know it well.”

Galatea’s hand quietly rises onto Cleon’s chest.

Near the heart. The throbbing pulse flows from Cleon to Galatea.

“That you won’t need me anymore.”

“… …”

That was. Galatea’s true heart that he was seeing for the first time.

She was no longer smiling.

Neither the eye-smile that treats humans like fools.

Nor the upturned lips that mocks their foolishness.

Both were looking down at Cleon with sadness and jealousy.

“…I love you, Cleon. This feeling is real.”

Galatea’s face touched Cleon’s. This time, not with her hand, but with her ear, she was feeling Cleon’s living heartbeat.

A moment of silence lingered in the dark space.

“Why don’t you tell me you love me?”

The next moment. He felt an eerie sensation, and felt several blades and spears made of magic power floating in the air.

Any one of them could easily end his life, no matter where on Cleon’s body they pierced.

After defeating his enemy, Albein, Cleon swallowed hard at the unexpected turn of events.

Galatea reaches out and grabs one of the created magical blades.

“If I pierce both your heart and mine with this and connect them as one. Will you become mine forever?”

Galatea trails off as if she is sad.

“Let’s do that. Cleon.”

A quiet voice. Silence fills the room. Galatea examines her partner’s face for a moment.

His face was calm as ever.

“You can be who you are now, and you could get revenge on Albein. You were able to do it because I was there.”

Galatea reaches out towards the blade she is holding. When her fingertips barely touch, she feels a slight pain.

Soon, red blood drips through the blade and down her arm in droplets.

“In the end. A distorted relationship created through imprinting…. Once we die and are freed…. We’ll live free lives.”

“…And I’ll be in a sweet death with you. Becoming one until the very last moment.”

Galatea wipes the blood that Cleon shed with her finger and brings it to her mouth.

The act of drinking blood. She recalls when she bit the neck of the woman from the enforcement group and devoured her.

She is not human. To her, humans are nothing.

The only one among them that she considers valuable just happened to be `Cleon`.

In this precarious, tightrope-like relationship, Cleon quietly gazed at Galatea.

“Sorry.”

And his answer.

Galatea closed her eyes for a moment. Soon, she waves her hand and commands the magical weapons.

With a *clatter*—! the weapons self-destruct.

In the afterglow of sparkling magic power, Galatea smiles sadly.

-It was the first time he had seen Galatea with that expression.

Galatea’s hand moves from her chest to Cleon’s abdomen.

There, the `inverted pentagram` mark engraved in Galatea’s eyes is raised.

Correspondingly. On Galatea’s abdomen, the mark of domination that Cleon engraved can be seen.

“You’ve become accustomed to handling women and using power, but you’re still clumsy at enjoying life.”

A voice as if speaking to a small child. Galatea then collapses her body onto Cleon.

“The sense of responsibility that binds you. The shackles that come from the self-reproach that you ruined the lives of others.”

“Quon, who could have become a saint who saves many people.”

“Layla, who would have risen to a promised position if she had returned to the academy.”

“Sasha, who would have spread her wings as a free adventurer.”

“Perdia, who would have protected the children with her master.”

“Luti, who would have always claimed to be the guardian of the city.”

“… …”

Cleon is silent. He had no intention of denying Galatea’s words.

The lives of the women who became entangled with him due to a strange twist of fate.

Have deviated greatly from their original paths.

After defeating Albein, Cleon sometimes pondered such thoughts.

So he thought it was his responsibility to respond if they wanted him to.

Even if Sasha and the others hadn’t come to him and spoken to him today, Cleon would have been the one to talk to them.

Asking if they would go with him.

Promises and responsibilities.

What remained on Cleon’s shoulders, after he had taken his revenge, was to use the rest of his life for them.

However. If Galatea wanted.

If the incarnation of the magic sword, who was the beginning of all of this, would free him from this burden.

Frankly. He was prepared to accept it.

“…An unnecessarily soft human.”

“… …”

The moment Galatea quietly closed her mouth. The black clothing on her body turns into magical power and disappears.

“If you live that soft, you’ll definitely break down. Because humans break easily.”

“Maybe…”

Cleon affirms Galatea’s words. Then, Galatea shakes her head.

Quietly, she kisses Cleon’s lips.

“…I don’t like that.”

“I want you to be freer than anyone else.”

“If you’ve finished your revenge, let’s find the next adventure.”

“I can make you forget about me with a single command.”

“Break the shackles that bind you with your power.”

“Let’s find another sword and make that power yours too.”

A devil’s temptation—no, a heartfelt wish. While constantly seeking her master’s favor with endless kisses.

She tempts Cleon with a voice that directly rings in his head.

Urging Cleon to live a life solely for himself and Galatea.

That would certainly be good for everyone.

“Hmm… *Chuuut*… *Chulup*…”

The sound coming from the physical contact and the voice ringing in his head.

Cleon quietly accepts it, and after kissing her for a few minutes, he separates.

A bridge of saliva forms between the two’s lips.

Galatea’s flushed face. Cleon quietly hugged her again.

The sound of the two’s rough breaths, who were out of breath from the long kiss, rang right next to each other’s ears.

“… Galatea. I can’t do that.”

Galatea shows no reaction to Cleon’s voice.

Because she knew that such an option did not exist for Cleon since they were connected in spirit.

“I’m…. Different from Albein. I will fulfill all the responsibilities given to me.”

“… … Is that…. Really your will?”

“You can tell if you read it, right?”

Galatea gives a helpless smile and adjusts her position so that Cleon can come on top of her.

“Then…. Punish me. Punish this presumptuous female for daring to test her master’s intentions.”

She spreads apart her important parts with her index and middle fingers. The flowing fluids that glistened each time she twitched.

“No. I won’t punish you.”

Cleon overlaps his body with hers, and quietly inserts his penis into Galatea.

A sense of relief, as if beings that were originally close to one were physically separated.

Then it connects Cleon and Galatea again as if they had returned to one.

The marks imprinted on each of them began to react to each other’s magical power.

The heat rises as if a fire has been lit.

Since the two have good compatibility from the spiritual stage, pleasure naturally comes simply by being connected.

But this was not enough.

Cleon slowly begins to move his waist. Cleon’s penis tears open Galatea’s insides.

He presses down on all the places where Galatea feels pleasure, as well as the most sensitive spot.

“Haa, gug…!”

Watching Galatea, who makes a weak sound unlike her usual self, Cleon drops kisses on her breasts as well.

Unlike his affair with Quon. Cleon actively explores everything about her female body.

He explores Galatea’s lips with his mouth. With both hands, he fondles her large breasts.

The sensation of her breasts transforming into the desired shape each time travels through his hands and body, further increasing the thickness of his groin.

“Ah, um…. Haa, up….♡ *Chuu*♡”

Unceasing kisses. Tongue and tongue. Teeth and teeth. Saliva and saliva are mixed with each other and move so violently that it is as if you cannot tell which is whose.

“*Chulup*… Haa…. *Ut*…”

And in between, moans caused by pleasure are mixed in.

Each time a long stroke resonates through Galatea’s body once, twice.

Galatea’s uterus-like organ reacts with a feeling as if something is pressing down and tightening.

A place that had already been conquered by Cleon once before.

“Master….♡ Cleon….♡ I love you, I love you…. *Chureut*…♡ Look at me♡ Only me…♡”

An undisguisable possessiveness.

For nearly 20 years, she only thought of Cleon, only looked at him, and drew her image.

An unskilled human. Whether it’s dating someone or living her own life.

She needed to be a little more honest with herself.

She didn’t care if she looked like a demon in order to do that.

Only one thing.

If she could be loved by her master.

Therefore, by deceiving and seducing others, she protected her master from external threats.

And Galatea constructed herself into an image that could be loved by her master and hold him in her arms.

On the day of awakening, Galatea felt such great joy that her existence almost disappeared when she received her master’s affection.

Her lewdly large breasts.

Her hair as soft as silk.

Her purple eyes, her light brown skin.

All the magical power and power that make up this body.

Only Cleon’s.

As she told Albein.

Cleon is at her birth and end.

She wanted Cleon to feel the same way about her.

When she met Albein in her Gala form, it was not easy to endure the disgust that rose every time he approached her.

How many times had she imagined using all the magic power she had to burn Albein to death on the spot.

But that was not what her master wanted.

So…. Since she worked so hard.

“Look at me, Cleon…! Haa, haa…! You too, you too me…!”

“…Don’t worry, Galatea. I’m looking at you properly.”

Cleon then raises his body. From the missionary position, he continues to the next position.

Galatea’s back is attached to the bed.

Her waist is bent and her hips are facing upwards.

Cleon takes a squat-like position, spreading his legs, and constricts Galatea’s lower body, which is spread out in an M-shape.

The two’s hips and genitals are perfectly in contact.

“Ugh…. Gut….♡”

Galatea feels pleasure to the point of sticking out her tongue, due to the deep insertion sensation that she has never felt before.

It was a position where he could insert himself into her with all his weight.

It was like a declaration that he would conquer the woman in front of him with all his might.

While Galatea was excited and losing her mind, Cleon began to move again.

*Creak*, *creak*…

*Thud*…! *Thud*…!

“Clothes…! Ha, ugh! Ah! Eugeuk…!”

Because of the difference in physique, the impact that felt as if it would break her entire body echoed inside her stomach.

“Agh, no…! This, this is too…. deep…!”

“Haa…. Keuek…”

Cleon holds back the rising orgasm once. And continues to move his waist.

Each time, Galatea welcomes near-orgasmic pleasure, squirting fluids and creating puddles on the sheets.

“Break…. Me…. As Cleon wants….♡ Ugh, ah…!”

The act accelerates. The boundary between Cleon and Galatea becomes ambiguous, and they feel each other’s everything.

As if he had been waiting for this, Cleon began to seize and use magical power from Galatea.

Galatea writhes in agony, as if her heart is being grabbed and massaged.

It’s natural since he is using magic power at will from a body made of magic power.

Galatea’s usual clothing is made of magic power, which means that she can change into different outfits depending on how she controls it.

Cleon recognizes this fact and manipulates the magical power to dress Galatea in a new outfit.

White clothes that contrast with her skin. A material that is thin, transparent, and light, like linen.

Gloves and stockings made of a material that covers from the fingertips and toes to the elbows and knees, respectively.

A cloth is created that covers from the chest to the waist, but the chest area is made of mesh material.

Below the waist is a long, soft lace material.

Underwear exists underneath, but the important parts are exposed as it is clothing created while connected.

And the last thing created is a white lace tiara.

A wedding dress with a design that would require quite a bit of courage to wear to a bride on her wedding night.

No, should I call it wedding lingerie?

“Haa…. Haa….! Cleon…. Cleon♡”

Galatea confirms her appearance reflected in his eyes.

The feeling of being like a married couple increases her pleasure, which was already close to the limit.

“I swear…. Galatea. As much as you loved me, I will love you too…!”

“Ah♡ Yes…! I too, by offering my entire existence…! You…. Forever…!”

And the two reach their climax at the same time with a vow kiss.

The largest amount of semen of the day is poured into Galatea’s womb.

Galatea thinks that not being able to get pregnant is her only sadness, and as she accepts it.

The `other core` inside her reacted.

*Crunch-*

The sound that resonated.

Even she herself could not know what that sense of incongruity that only Galatea felt was.

She just wanted to enjoy this moment of being deeply connected with Cleon, even just a little bit more.

001

“Hoo…”

“Are you satisfied?”

Galatea strokes her slightly protruding belly and sighs. Looking at her, Cleon asks, completely stretched out on the bed.

“Somewhat.”

“…Is that just ‘somewhat’…. I need to build up more stamina.”

They repeated the act several times after that. In the end, however, it was Cleon who ran out of energy first.

“… Galatea. Can I ask you something?”

“Huh? What is it?”

“Why did you swallow the core of Albein’s Holy Sword—`Caliburn`—without permission?”

“… …”

As a result of that influence, Cleon had to go through all sorts of hardships. The pain and exhaustion of his entire body being twisted. And bleeding from all seven orifices.

Layla giggled, but in reality, it might have been a serious situation.

“That child wanted it.”

“…Caliburn did?”

“Yes. Unlike you and me, that child never connected with Albein. The function of the Holy Sword is controlled by the will residing within it when a spiritual connection is made, like us.”

“…So?”

Galatea also lays down next to Cleon. *Squeak*…. The sound briefly rings between the two.

“I guess she wanted to know. What it felt like to be connected to someone. I was also excited…. When I came to my senses, it was after I had swallowed it.”

“… …”

“Are you angry? That I did it without permission.”

“…No. It’s okay as long as there was a good reason.”

Cleon said that and smiled at Galatea.

“You’re too soft.”

“Huh? I’m harder than Mithril.”

They continued to share stories that they couldn’t normally tell.

Until the sun rose.

It was the first night that Cleon and Galatea, who were always on edge for revenge, had an everyday conversation.

As Cleon gradually fell asleep under the encroaching sleepiness. Galatea also fell asleep for the first time in her human form.