Chapter 601: Love and the Illusory Scenery (Part 1)
Rational thought within his skull found a reasonable explanation, only to be immediately devoured by the flames of desire.
His breathing grew heavy as he held the young girl in his embrace, feeling her warmth and softness. His other hand, clumsy yet gentle, began to caress her.
“Are you really sure… Veer?”
The pure white, gorgeous evening gown had loosened slightly, revealing glimpses of the girl’s flawless skin through the gaps in the silk and fabric. Under the clear moonlight, her youthful innocence seemed even more pronounced, though it couldn’t hide the enchanting crimson blush spreading across her cheeks. She looked every bit like a maiden overcome with passion, irresistibly alluring.
The Goddess Princess, having shed her sacred vestments, behaved no differently from an ordinary girl yearning for love, did she?
“Mmm, Ig… I want… to be like lovers…”
Her light breaths, delicate eyelashes trembling faintly, she slowly lifted her delicate face. Her porcelain-like, artwork-perfect little face was now adorned with a flush of disarrayed desire.
Those noble golden eyes of hers were clouded with a hazy, mist-like longing, yet also seemed to be pleading. Her voice trembled slightly as she whispered:
“I want… to do the things a wife should do with Ig…”
That final plea shattered what little remained of Ig’s rationality.
The peerlessly elegant, revered Goddess Princess, who ought to be worshipped by all, now lay before him, breathing softly, presenting herself like a doting little wife enamored with love.
Ig was, after all, a young man in the prime of his vigor. It was only his love for the girl that had kept him restrained until now. But how could he resist when the very same girl actively expressed her affection for him?
Her jade-like arms, bathed in the clear moonlight, reflected the alluring glow of her skin. The silk gloves that had once wrapped around her slender fingers had long been discarded. Her delicate, jade-white fingers, crafted like fine art, intertwined with the young man’s.
“Veer…”
He lowered his head heavily, his heated lips meeting the softness of hers.
As if addicted to the sweetness of nectar, they lingered, unwilling to part.
The temperature between them seemed to ignite. Even she, the Blazing Flame Goddess, now had a captivating rosy hue spreading across her cheeks. Her face flushed hot, as though the heat in her veins had risen to the surface.
Her petite chest rose and fell gently, her breaths mingling with faint, delicate gasps.
Though consumed by desire, the young man still restrained himself, tenderly caressing the soft, sensitive skin that had always been hidden beneath layers of silk and fabric, untouched by any gaze.
As if declaring his ownership, the girl willingly complied with his touch.
Beneath the slightly loosened collar of her dress, her slender shoulders and exquisite collarbones peeked through the shadows of the fabric. The faint outline of her snow-white peaks, delicate and alluring, rose and fell subtly. The sensation of her smooth skin traced delicate arcs under the young man’s hands.
Gently, he brushed over the budding rosy peak, feeling it stiffen under his touch.
“Mmm…” A soft moan escaped her lips as Verafia shifted slightly, her body weak and pliant, nestling deeper into the crook of his arm.
A tingling sensation, like electricity, shot through her little head, turning her snow-white skin a deep crimson. In her dazed state, an unusual pleasure took hold.
She wanted to move her legs beneath the skirt, but the fine silk clung to her skin as if glued. Her flawless legs instinctively pressed together, yet within her heart, a lazy weariness and satisfaction bloomed.
With effort, she lifted her small face. Ig continued to stroke her tender skin, his expression gentle. But his usually clear, rational blue eyes now burned with unrestrained desire.
He had long reached his limit.
From the corner of her eye, though she couldn’t see the full extent of his arousal, the strained fabric and the shadows it cast were proof enough of how much he was holding back.
Verafia wasn’t oblivious to her own charm…
A flicker of hesitation arose within her. Was she truly ready to give herself to him as she had imagined?
It wasn’t that she doubted Ig or couldn’t make up her mind…
Gently laid upon the pure white bed, the chilly moonlight brushed against her exposed skin, causing her to shiver slightly. But the young man’s scorching warmth enveloped her once more as he pulled her into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her jade-like forehead.
“Veer, don’t worry. I’ll always be by your side, protecting you, forever.”
His whisper by her delicate ear carried the weight of an eternal vow, not just the impassioned words of a lovesick youth. Even now, his tone was firm, unwavering.
Her golden pupils flickered with sudden realization—she understood what she had been afraid of.
“A vow…”
His robe slid down, freeing the Sacred Sword from its confines. The shadow it cast was fierce and imposing. His hand reached beneath the gorgeous, now disheveled skirt, about to touch the slightly damp white stockings.
Another kiss grazed her cheek, as if to soothe her.
Would he gently peel away the velvet-like stockings? Would he then remove the already soaked innermost layer, revealing her secret, untouched garden, now glistening with her crystalline purity?
And then…
Just as she had imagined, she and the young man would truly become one. He was the one she wanted to give herself to, the man she loved.
Even if… she had once been a man herself, this was the man she was meant to entrust herself to. She didn’t want to leave any regrets.
Yet a sudden fear gripped her heart. What if she truly gave everything to this young man…?
Ig’s breath hitched. His palm lightly brushed against her snow-white, stocking-clad thigh. The tender flesh seemed to melt under his heat, ready to part and reveal her innermost self…
“Wait!”
The girl’s voice cut through sharply. Ig froze mid-motion as her jade-white little hands clamped tightly around his wrist.
“Veer…”
Ig spoke with difficulty, forcing himself to lift his head.
Suppressing the urge to release was agonizing, especially when the girl he loved was the one provoking it. It was more painful than coughing up blood.
“C-Can we… wait a little longer, Ig?”
The shadows of her disheveled evening gown intertwined with the light, casting patterns over her flawless skin. Yet she kept her face lowered, unable to meet his gaze, her grip on his hand unyielding.
The beautiful girl on the pristine bed, her dress in disarray, only looked more enticing. The half-covered snow-white skin only amplified her seductive allure.
At this moment, even as the holy Goddess Princess who had descended to the mortal realm, her every movement—even the softest breath—was more intoxicating than the most potent of succubi’s magic potions.
Even the most steadfast of holy knights, by her side, would find it impossible to resist mortal desires. They would only tear away her already disordered dress and stockings, claiming her completely.
But the faint tremor in her voice was like a cool breeze, calming the storm in his heart.
Ig fell silent for a moment, rationality gradually returning to his eyes. Soon, a faint smile touched his lips as he gently ruffled the little head crowned with golden hair.
“Ah, Veer, you were scared, weren’t you? I was too impatient… I shouldn’t have rushed you.”
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Feels like this chapter might be a bit too explicit… hope it doesn’t get flagged?
