Altruistic Warrior - Chapter 3

Thrust. Thrust.

The wet, lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

Each time he drove in, our bodies met without any space between, my soft flesh flattening under the force of it.

The once-pristine bedsheets were now a crumpled mess beneath my clenched fingers.

“…Aine.”

Kelian called my name, his voice thick and husky.

His hand slid smoothly up from my waist, grasping my breast and kneading it firmly.

“What about this?”

“Haa… ngh!”

“When I do this… you tighten around me.”

It feels insanely good.

He voiced his pleasure in a raw, unfiltered way, his words rough and shamelessly lewd.

Then, he bit down on the back of my neck, sucking hard.

“K-Kelian, too much—ahh, this is too—ah!”

I was the one losing my mind.

Especially when his thick tip dragged along my inner walls—each stroke left me so dazed that saliva trickled freely from my parted lips.

And it wasn’t just my mouth.

My lower half was just as drenched.

Even after completely coating his massive length, my arousal continued to spill down my thighs, dripping onto the sheets below.

As if unwilling to waste a single drop, Kelian caught my chin, tilting my head back to claim my lips.

My back pressed flush against his firm chest.

He was still driving into me at a steady, relentless pace, yet his kiss was achingly slow, unbearably tender.

And that contrast—that was what truly drove me insane.

“Ah! Haa—ahngh, ahh!”

As our kiss ended, my upper body was gently laid down onto the bed.

Kelian easily flipped me onto my back again, settling between my legs before picking up the pace.

I hadn’t even imagined he could go any faster—

But he did.

My pupils dilated in shock, my head shaking from side to side as if to escape the overwhelming pleasure. But it was useless. The relentless thrusts, striking deep inside without mercy, soon shattered any last grip I had on sanity.

And then—

Just as I felt myself spiraling toward the edge, Kelian suddenly stopped.

Completely still.

Only to roll his hips forward in two slow, deliberate thrusts.

For the first time, I finally saw it.

Each time he pushed in, my lower belly bulged slightly—his sheer size making itself unmistakably known.

Limp and dazed, I watched it happen, my body feeling as weightless as waterlogged paper.

“……”

Kelian, who had been watching me with an unreadable expression, slowly lowered himself over me.

Yet even as his body pressed close, he didn’t let his full weight rest on me—keeping the pressure light, the warmth enveloping but not overwhelming.

Instead of crushing, it felt like an embrace.

And in that moment, as our breaths mingled in the space between us, an inexplicable sense of fulfillment washed over me.

“Kelian…”

But I had to say it.

Especially since his fingers, which had been idly toying with my nipple, were now getting bolder.

“…Can you pull out now?”

“……”

I had expected him to agree without hesitation, maybe even withdraw immediately.

But for some reason, he hesitated.

Lingering.

And then, he wrapped his lips around my areola, sucking gently.

A soft, unbidden moan slipped from me.

“I don’t want to leave your body.”

His tone was calm, almost indifferent—like someone simply stating what they wanted.

But beneath that casual veneer, there was an unmistakable plea.

And those teal eyes of his…

If before, his gaze had been unconsciously seductive, now it was deliberate.

He was actively trying to tempt me.

What is this dangerous man even doing right now?

I nearly lost myself, teetering on the edge of surrender.

I had almost let the words slip—Do whatever you want.

I was just that weak against his face.

“But… we need to buy and take a contraceptive item…”

“I already took it.”

Ah… so that vial he drank earlier was a contraceptive item…

“M-Maybe we should stop here. The others might have returned by now…”

“There’s no urgent schedule to worry about.”

“…I’m really exhausted. I just want to rest.”

Kelian, who had been unexpectedly persistent, finally relented at my words.

As he withdrew, his length dragged against my sensitive walls, sending a shiver through me.

And then—

A slick warmth spilled out, dripping down my thighs.

I didn’t have to guess what it was.

Embarrassment washed over me.

“…Kelian?”

Before I could react, he slipped an arm under my back and another beneath my knees, effortlessly lifting me into his arms.

Draped limply in his hold, I blinked up at him in confusion—

And he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“It would be best to get you cleaned up.”

“Ah, then I can just… later—”

“Just rest. I’ll handle it.”

Handle it…?

Was he seriously planning to bathe me?

Before I could argue, he strode straight into the bathroom, still carrying me effortlessly in his arms.

At least there was one silver lining—the town was large and wealthy enough that high-end inns had private baths in each room.

Of course, that luxury came at a steep price, but for Kelian and our party, money was never really a concern.

The tub was already filled, but the water had long since gone cold.

Without hesitation, Kelian reached for a prepared item beside the tub—an enchanted sphere that glowed a deep red.

He twisted it a few times, adjusting the magic, then dipped his fingers into the water to check the temperature.

Satisfied, he stepped in, bringing me with him.

“Is it too cold?”

“…No, it’s just right.”

The temperature wasn’t the issue.

What was uncomfortable was the fact that I was leaning against Kelian’s chest, reclining between his legs in the warm water.

“I’ll wash you.”

Unlike the relentless way he had taken me earlier, his hands were now completely devoid of lust, moving over my body with calm precision.

A quick glance upward confirmed it—his expression was utterly indifferent.

At this rate, I figured I’d be able to get through this quickly and leave.

The real problem was me.

Because every time he touched me, my body reacted—shuddering involuntarily, overly sensitive from everything that had just happened.

“…Nngh.”

Sweat, arousal, and his release—everything that had left me a mess was slowly being washed away.

His large hands moved over my body, kneading my breasts and stomach as if he were giving me a massage before sliding even lower.

“Ahn… K-Kelian—”

“If I don’t clean here too, you’ll be uncomfortable.”

“W-wait—!”

Without giving me a chance to protest, he pushed two fingers inside.

They curled like hooks, dragging along my inner walls, and I twitched violently in his hold.

Trapped against his firm body, I barely managed to swallow down a moan—but there was no stopping the fresh wave of arousal that trickled out.

He must have felt it because his voice came low against my ear.

“You’re wet again.”

He really didn’t need to say that out loud!

But Kelian, ever calm and matter-of-fact, continued narrating in that unreadable tone of his.

He described, in excruciating detail, just how much slickness was spilling onto his fingers, how drenched and slippery I had become inside.

And from the knowing edge in his voice, I could tell he’d already realized—every time he said such things, my insides squeezed down tightly in response.

To make matters worse, the heavy shape pressing against my backside had grown unmistakably rigid.

Was he actually washing me, or just picking up where we left off?

“…I’m sorry, Aine.”

Whether he truly felt guilty or not, Kelian eventually lifted me from the tub, wrapping me in a towel before gently patting my body dry.

But despite the apology, the faint smile tugging at his lips made it clear—he was far too pleased with himself.

“…I hate you.”

“Yes, that’s understandable. This was my fault.”

He always had a way with words.

But I couldn’t exactly scold him too much—after all, no matter how exhausted I was now, I had enjoyed it too.

Since Kelian’s bed was a complete mess, I decided to put my clothes back on and return to my own room to rest.

Technically, it was my room—and Jenin’s.

“I should carry you,” Kelian suggested again.

“That’s not happening. What would the others think if they saw?”

“I don’t particularly care. But if you’re worried, we can just say you twisted your ankle, and I’m helping you.”

…That was actually a solid excuse.

For a moment, I had no counterargument.

Still, I felt like I should at least try to walk on my own. I was tired, but not so weak that I couldn’t make it to my room.

Of course, if I’d given in to Kelian’s earlier persistence and let things continue, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to walk back on my own.

Since I refused to let him carry me, he compromised by supporting me with one arm, guiding me to my room.

When we arrived, Jenin still hadn’t returned, and the space was quiet.

Just as I was about to step inside, Kelian pulled me into his arms again.

A firm, encompassing embrace.

“Aine,” he murmured.

“It was good. Very good.”

His voice in my ear was dangerously sweet.

He wasn’t saying I was good—just that what we had done together was.

But the way he said it, the way it reached me, made it feel like he meant me.

My heart pounded wildly in response.

“…I liked it too.”

It had been exhausting.

I had felt so much pleasure I thought I might lose my mind.

But in the end, even that had been closer to good than bad.

Too good—so good it left me weak.

We stayed like that for a long moment, unwilling to part, until we finally forced ourselves to step away.

After slipping into my room and shutting the door behind me, cutting off his gaze, a deep breath left my lips.

I slept with Kelian.

Even with the lingering ache between my legs, it didn’t feel real.

Then—

‘If one shares intimacy with someone possessing great divine power, or drinks their blood… For example, the Hero. Even consuming their saliva would suffice.’

The words of the priest at the Temple of Rixan echoed in my mind.

I hadn’t drunk his blood.

But we had been intimate.

And I had swallowed his saliva more than once.

Does this mean I’m free from the curse now?

No system notification had appeared to confirm its purification.

Was once not enough?

If that was the case, then having a few more encounters might completely rid me of it.

After all, even just kissing Kelian had kept the pain away for days—his divine power was that strong.

But…

I lifted my head, taking in the untouched state of my room.

Unlike Kelian’s bed—where sweat, arousal, and his release had mixed into a shameful mess—my own bedding was still pristine, fresh as if no one had ever lain in it.

We hadn’t even been in that inn for long, yet the bed in his room was already ruined.

The poor staff who had to change those sheets would surely be baffled.

Even though my stamina had improved with my level-ups, my body still felt heavy, exhaustion dragging at my limbs.

All from one time.

Though, one time hardly seemed like the right way to describe what had happened. It had been long, intense—utterly draining.

And considering how much Kelian had wanted to continue, maybe it wasn’t normal to stop after just once.

If Malri were here, I could have asked her.

For the first time in a while, I truly felt the absence of my only friend.

Jenin, Dain, and Bakruda still aren’t back?

Jenin would probably check in at some point when she returned. I decided I would get up then.

Letting my eyes drift shut, I sank into the pull of sleep.

And in the hazy quiet before I slipped under, a single question echoed faintly in my mind.

What do I do now?