Chapter 49: Can You Help Me Then?
In Heralys’s bedroom, the blue magical lamp cast their shadows on the silk drapes, swaying gently with the candlelight.
The girl’s fingertips lightly caressed Shion’s cheek, the warm touch making her sigh with satisfaction. Her fingertips carried a certain herbal fragrance, her nails lightly scraping behind his ear.
Instantly, that long-missed tingling sensation swept over his spine like a tide. She couldn’t help but use her thumb to massage his burning earlobe. Though it had been just over a day since the last mental soothing, the current craving felt like a thirsty traveler seeing an oasis.
Heralys instinctively closed her eyes, her consciousness sea like a golden wheat field touched by spring breeze, swaying and stretching under Shion’s soothing. The golden wheat waves rose and fell with their breathing, each grain of wheat covered in honey-like sunlight.
The next second, she felt herself floating on a warm sea surface, Shion’s mental power like delicate waves, carrying her toward higher clouds. This spine-tingling bliss made her want to indulge forever in this gentle haven.
“After such an intense battle today… that woman Cynthia must be going crazy with emptiness, right?”
Heralys’s thumb massaged Shion’s lips, her voice like honey-laced poison, her fingertips sliding from his collarbone toward his chest.
“So you two… how far did you go?”
“We only…”
Shion’s lashes trembled violently, his Adam’s apple rolling.
“Only what?”
Heralys suddenly bit his earlobe, her tongue tasting the saltiness of sweat, her sharp canines bringing a subtle sting.
“Only simple mutual honesty.”
Shion hesitated before answering honestly.
Heralys chuckled softly, pressing her palm against Shion’s chest, feeling the suddenly tensing muscles and a certain gradually awakening blazing presence, then laughed like silver bells.
“Could our Shion still be… a virgin?”
Shion’s ears instantly burned red. He roughly described that accidental bathroom encounter, and when he mentioned Cynthia’s wet hair clinging to his chest, Heralys suddenly increased the pressure on his thigh.
“So you rolled around in bed sheets but stopped at the final step like two innocent virgins?”
Heralys’s fingertips slid down from his collarbone, wearing a mischievous smile.
“That woman was so proactive, and you didn’t think to take her down?”
“Mental soothing focuses on spiritual communion. Physical pleasure is merely auxiliary. Indulging in it would be penny-wise and pound-foolish.”
Shion turned his face aside.
“Besides, Cynthia-sama already helped me out.”
“Heh…”
Heralys suddenly laughed aloud, pressing her whole body against him, the curves under her gauze nightgown tight against his chest. Rose fragrance mixed with desire’s scent hit him as her tongue licked his Adam’s apple.
“So if we go all the way tonight, I’d be ahead of that saint?”
“Er…”
Shion’s breathing grew irregular, not knowing what to say.
“Oh my, don’t you want to?”
Heralys pretended to be surprised, raising an eyebrow.
“If you beg me, I might be merciful~”
Shion gritted his teeth, sweat sliding down his temples. He couldn’t help but groan, his breathing suddenly heavy, yet he bit his lower lip hard.
“If you don’t speak up, I’ll confiscate it. You don’t need it anyway, right?”
Heralys gleefully watched the veins bulging at his temples.
“Please spare me. Aren’t you the one in control during the soothing process? Everything shall be as Heralys-sama wishes. I’ll do my best to cooperate…”
This sentence was practically squeezed through Shion’s clenched teeth. The Radiant Saint was indeed difficult to handle.
“How obedient.”
Only then did Heralys nod with satisfaction. She laughed triumphantly, watching Shion’s instantly arched back. Like a cat that caught the cream, she licked the corner of her mouth, her fingertips still lingering on his tense abs, leaning down to plant a butterfly kiss on his lips.
“Though I’d love to right now…”
Heralys’s fingertips traced her equally moist lips, bracing against Shion’s chest to sit up straight, letting her slipping nightgown expose large expanses of snow-white skin.
“But today isn’t the right time yet.”
Before union, she had to confirm that ancient tome fragment in the library’s forbidden section again.
“Whew…”
Shion had just breathed a sigh of relief when the saint’s next words made his body heat up again.
“But before then, we need to properly… catch up on progress.”
A gleam of cunning flashed in Heralys’s eyes. She suddenly pulled away the final sash, the silk nightgown flowing to the floor like water. Moonlight outlined her perfect curves, her chest’s red cherries standing firm with excitement.
“You made me wait so long during the day. Tonight I should collect some interest, shouldn’t I?”
The saint straddled his waist and abdomen, pressing her body against his chest as she leaned forward.
The curtains moved without wind, shrouding them in intimate space.
Shion’s shirt was roughly torn open, buttons scattering on the carpet with tiny sounds. Heralys sat on him, golden hair cascading like a waterfall, the ends sweeping across his chest and causing a shiver.
“Remember, the first to unite with you must be me. As for when, I’ll notify you.”
She leaned down to bite his shoulder.
“Before then, don’t lose control and have relations with Cynthia, or our alliance is void.”
When everything returned to calm, her back was covered in fine sweat, lying against Shion’s damp chest, rising and falling with his breathing. Her fingertips unconsciously drew circles on Shion’s chest, her face still flushed.
She contentedly licked the corner of her mouth, feeling the pure magical power surging within her body, wearing a lazy expression.
“Heralys-sama, are you satisfied?”
Shion looked at the saint in his arms, asking tentatively.
“You did very well. I’m very satisfied.”
Heralys lazily turned over, nestling entirely in his embrace. Moonlight gave her a silver edge, her chest’s rise and fall trembling slightly with her breathing. She leaned close to Shion’s ear, her moist lips brushing his earlobe.
“Can you help me then?”