TGW Chapter 24 Part 4 (Mature)

 

Sienna slowly opened her eyes. The room was dark, without windows to give any sense of time. It felt like morning, but she wasn't sure. She was lying on her side, and someone was behind her.

"Kuhn..."

Her back was pressed against his chest. One of his arms was beneath her neck, acting as a pillow, while the other arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close beneath her breasts. One of his legs was entwined between hers, with his thigh pressed against her intimate area. She tried to move slightly, but she couldn't budge. She was completely trapped in his embrace.

If she tried to wriggle out, she feared she might wake him up. And she didn't want to wake him. After being tormented all night, she couldn't take any more.

Sienna sighed softly. Their touching skin felt warm. It had been a long night. It was also a short night. She didn't know how she got through it in such a daze.

She hadn’t known this was what intimacy between a man and a woman entailed. The knowledge she had in her head was nothing like what she had experienced firsthand. She never imagined she would end up crying out and whimpering beneath a man.

The pleasure of intimacy wasn’t just about physical lust. The secret sharing between two people, the act of possessing each other completely, the closeness of their bodies in their natural state—all of these things created a mental pleasure that was just as thrilling as the physical.

With such intense pleasure, there were undoubtedly those who became addicted and couldn’t escape it. She now understood, if only a little, why people commit crimes of passion.

Sienna held her breath when she felt a subtle movement behind her. She thought it was just him moving in his sleep when his hand brushed against her ribs and gently squeezed her breast. But when his lips touched the nape of her neck, she knew he was awake.

"Kuhn!"

His fingers tightened, squeezing her breast so that it spilled out between them, and Sienna grabbed his hand to stop him. But his leg, positioned between hers, started to move up and down, stimulating her already sensitive area.

“Kuhn, hng….”

His lips pressed against the nape of her neck, and he gently bit down with his teeth. She shivered and hunched her shoulders. His thigh continued to rub against her, teasing her entrance. Her lower region, having been teased all night in various ways, responded quickly to the new stimulation. She felt her face flush at the sensation of her slick juices spreading over his thigh.

He lifted one of her legs higher. She tried to turn around in surprise, but she couldn't move.

“Kuhn, I can’t take any more.”

“I’ll just put it in, okay?”

He whispered in a low voice as he nibbled on her earlobe.

"You always say that... Hng!"

The blunt tip of his member rubbed against her entrance. As the thick shaft began to slide in from behind, Sienna let out a moan. Her swollen inner walls, still tender from taking him all night, stretched tightly around his hardened length.

She panted, feeling a mix of sharp pain and pleasure. After staying still for a moment with himself fully inside, he pulled back slightly and thrust shallowly again.

“Ah, Kuhn... You said you’d just put it in…”

“Yes.”

He answered quickly but continued to move his hips slowly.

“Ah! Hng, really…”

She whimpered and moaned for a long while before drifting back to sleep. She didn’t know if she had dozed off for just a moment or slept deeply for a long time, but she woke up to the gentle touch of a hand brushing her forehead.

The room was dimly lit. The furniture in the bedroom was just a vague outline. His figure was a large shadow.

“I can’t see…”

Kuhn, understanding the words she murmured, turned on the light near the bed. The sudden brightness made her squint. Sienna closed her eyes briefly before opening them again.

“Are you alright?”

Kuhn sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Sienna with a worried expression. Her blurred eyes slowly lost their drowsiness and came into focus. The longer her silence stretched, the more anxious he became.

'I should have taken it easy.'

There was no excuse for his behavior. He had lost control, the result of long-repressed desire finally unleashed.

Sienna glared at him with intensity. Kuhn's gaze wavered and then he sheepishly looked away. His awkward demeanor made her chuckle. When he saw her smile, his face lit up with relief, only for her to frown again, making him grow anxious, like a scolded puppy.

He was back to his usual self. Not the man from last night who had mercilessly tormented her, refusing to let her go.

"What time is it...?"

“Almost noon.”

“Noon?”

Sienna's eyes widened.

“I wanted to let you sleep in, but you were sleeping so long that I got worried. You’re not the type to oversleep.”

“How do you know?”

“You told me once, remember? About your usual routines—when you go to bed and when you wake up. You said you’re very regular.”

“Ah… Right.”

She remembered now. She had once shared those trivial details of her daily life with him.

“Do you want to sleep more? Did I wake you up unnecessarily?”

“No, I should get up.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m not an invalid.”

Her expression was stubborn. Kuhn chuckled softly.

“What do you want to do? A bath? Breakfast?”

“…A bath. And then breakfast.”

“I’ll have it prepared.”

Kuhn bent down and lightly kissed her lips. Compared to last night, the kiss, which only sucked lightly on her lips, was utterly tame.

After he left the bedroom, Sienna turned onto her side. She pushed herself up with her hand, feeling the weight of her body dragging her down. Though she had insisted she wasn’t a patient, the sensation of her body sinking like it was weighed down was unfamiliar. She had never even experienced a mild cold before.

Last night she had been exhausted, but her body hadn’t been screaming in pain like this. After a brief nap, her whole body now ached. She groaned involuntarily.

Sitting there, deep in thought, she suddenly clenched a fist and lightly slapped it into her other palm. She muttered a sigh of realization.

“So that’s why. On the day of the Iron King’s wedding celebration.”

She now understood why the Iron Queen hadn’t been present at the celebration and why the Iron King never made an appearance either.

“It was the Iron King who made the Iron Queen bedridden.”

So the Iron King, feeling guilty for what he had done to his wife, hadn’t shown up to the banquet on his own. She thought of the small, frail figure of Violet. With such a weak body, it was no wonder she would have fallen ill.

There was a knock at the door.

“Your Highness, we have brought the bathwater.”

Moments later, the maids entered with a large wooden tub. The oval tub was quite big, wide enough for Sienna to stretch her legs while sitting and deep enough for her to submerge up to her shoulders.

The tub was placed on a flat, wheeled cart. Thanks to this setup, the maids could bring the heavy tub in without much effort. After positioning it, they locked the wheels to keep it from moving.

Steam rose from the water that filled the tub to the brim. The water, which had been prepared with special herbs, was a pale green.

“Ahh…”

A contented sigh escaped her as she sank into the bath. The water temperature was just right, and the subtle herbal scent was pleasant.

Sienna enjoyed her bath for much longer than she usually would. Her body felt much lighter afterward. Then, her meal was brought in. As she was nearly finished eating, there was a knock at the door. Kuhn spoke from the other side.

“Your Highness, may I come in?”

Sienna instructed the maid.

“I’m finished. Clear it away.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The maids, as quick-witted as the Countess Foff had assured, left quickly without showing any sign of surprise.

As they exited, Kuhn entered the room. He glanced at the dishes the maids were carrying out. The portions on the plates had been eaten to a reasonable amount. He sighed in relief. He had timed his visit perfectly.

She was by far the most difficult person Kuhn had ever dealt with. She rarely showed her true feelings. She spoke little. It was easier to please someone who constantly nitpicked and acted up.

Since the White Chip was a luxury cruise ship meant to host distinguished guests, it was equipped with all sorts of amenities to please them. A large bathtub and specially prepared herbal bathwater had been arranged, a popular choice among noblewomen prone to seasickness.

After the bath, he had ordered a light meal that was easy to digest yet appetizing. A person who enjoyed a satisfying bath and meal could not be in a bad mood.

Kuhn set the tea tray he had brought on the table. He placed a cup in front of Sienna.

“They say it’s best to drink this after a meal.”

Sienna picked up the teacup. It was filled with a cloudy liquid, more opaque than water but lighter than milk. When she tilted the cup, it didn’t slosh like water; it had a thicker consistency.

“What is this?”

“Extract of the rusa berry. Among nobles, it’s commonly known as pleasure tea.”

“Ah…”

Sienna looked again at the liquid in the cup. She remembered. It was part of her sex education. The instructor had even shown her the berry. She had forgotten about it because she never needed it until now.

The rusa berry was a contraceptive. Drinking tea brewed with its extract provided contraceptive effects for both men and women. The man needed to drink it before intercourse, and the woman after.

“So this is pleasure tea.”

Most of those who consumed rusa berries were nobles. For the common folk, contraception was a foreign concept. Conception was natural, and childbirth was expected.

However, for the nobility, sex wasn't solely about procreation—it was often about pleasure. Hence, the contraceptive tea became known as "pleasure tea."

The rusa berry first made its appearance around a hundred years ago. It was a traditional drink that originated from a tribal state on the outskirts of the continent.

The introduction of the rusa berry sharply divided the cultural practices between social classes. As a result, the sexual customs of nobles and commoners today were quite different.

When the rusa berry was first introduced, some predicted that there would no longer be any illegitimate children. But that prediction was wrong. Even now, illegitimate children were still born.

The pleasure tea had a bitter taste. Women who were sensitive to the smell would often vomit after drinking it. A man who asked a woman to drink the tea was generally considered despicable.

Moreover, sexual encounters driven by pleasure were often impulsive. The tea's effect on men took at least half a day to become effective after consumption.

At some point, a rumor began to circulate that the tea weakened a man's virility, so men started avoiding it with various excuses. As a result, illegitimate births have actually increased recently.

There were also opinions that the rusa berry had instead led to a degeneration of noble culture.

When Sienna stared at the teacup in silence, Kuhn added, “The White Chip has all the amenities for nobles. We always have rusa berries on hand.”

Kuhn offered this explanation, worried she might suspect he had planned everything. However, Sienna never had such suspicions from the start. Last night, she had chosen to spend the night with him of her own accord. Since it was her decision, she felt the responsibility lay with her.

Sienna took a sip from the teacup and immediately grimaced. The texture was strange—thick and slightly fishy.

“Do I have to drink it all?”

Kuhn nodded. Sienna glared at the cup for a moment, then downed it in one gulp.

“Next time, I’ll drink it.”

Sienna thought to herself, That’s right. She had no desire to drink the awful pleasure tea again. She continued eating thin candies from the dish Kuhn had brought over, feeling a bit uneasy.

Next time?

Sienna stared intently at Kuhn, who boldly mentioned a “next time.” He came closer, kneeling beside her and looking up at her with a smile.

“There’s a pier we’ll pass by at sunset, and I thought we might stop for a bit. Today is a market day, and the night market in that area is quite famous.”

“Wouldn’t that delay the schedule?”

“The wind is favorable, so we’re sailing smoothly. At this rate, we’ll reach the final dock about half a day earlier than expected. We’ve gained some time, so a little detour won’t hurt.”

“…Is there anything worth seeing?”

“The charm of a night market is best experienced firsthand.”

What should she do?

Sienna felt both a desire to go out and a reluctance to move. She reached out and gently brushed back his hair from his forehead. Something had changed. She could now touch him naturally.

“I don’t see your black sword. Has it stopped sulking?”

“Not yet.”

“Where did you put it? Didn’t you say it makes a noise?”

“I left it in my cabin last night and moved it to a soundproof room below deck this morning.”

“Won’t it get angrier?”

Kuhn smiled silently. Whether the sword was upset or not was the least of his concerns right now.

“If you want to rest, I won’t bother you. Whatever you prefer.”

“Have you ever been to that night market?”

“No, it’ll be my first time as well.”

After a brief thought, Sienna replied, “I want to go out.”

Kuhn stood up and bent over her. He gave her a light kiss on the lips. It felt like a gRiting. But as he pulled away, his lips returned. This kiss was also light.

And again, and again, he kissed her lightly, changing positions slightly each time. His hand somehow found its way to the back of her neck, and her body tilted backward.

To prevent her from falling completely, he braced himself against the table with his other hand. Sienna’s hand, which had been gripping his arm, moved to his shoulder.

The kiss deepened. Between their tightly pressed lips, indistinguishable breaths mingled. Their tongues intertwined, and saliva mixed. They were lost in a kiss that explored each other’s depths.

Kuhn pulled away slightly, lowering himself further. He slipped an arm under her knees and lifted her. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. As he strode forward, she couldn’t tell whether her body was swaying from his steps or if it was just her heartbeat.

Her back touched the soft mattress of the bed. She lay beneath him, and as she looked at Kuhn approaching, she closed her eyes. His lips descended on hers once more.

Even as he pressed his full weight down on her, he didn’t feel heavy. The moderate pressure actually felt good. Her hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, moved down to his collarbone and then slid to his chest. She felt the muscles under his shirt.

She knew the body beneath the fabric—firm yet soft. When she ran her palm over it, there were distinct contours. Remembering that texture, her hand pressed more firmly against his chest.

The kiss paused. Their lips hovered just a hair’s breadth apart. Their breaths tickled each other’s lips. Kuhn whispered in a low voice.

“Sienna.”

His voice was filled with longing. His eyes were filled with desire.

“Can’t we?”

Sienna glared at the shameless man. How could he ask so innocently, as if he had forgotten how he had tormented her all night without mercy?

“You’re too much.”

“Hm?”

“…It hurts.”

“Ah…”

His eyes wavered for a moment, then he spoke seriously.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“A bit…”

“Should I call for a doctor?”

“No, it’s not that bad.”

“Let me see.”

“What?”

When he suddenly flipped up her skirt and slid down, Sienna gasped. She grabbed her skirt tightly and shouted.

“Don’t!”

He moved back up over her. Sienna glared at him fiercely. He seemed unfazed by her angry stare and spoke with genuine concern.

“I’m worried you might be hurt.”

“So?”

“I should take a look.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Wouldn’t it be better for me to check rather than a doctor? If you’re hurt and it gets worse, it’ll be harder to treat later, especially considering the location of the injury.”

Sienna glared at him, then bit her lip and reluctantly said, “...What would you know by looking?”

“I know what it looks like uninjured, so I can compare.”

The tips of Sienna’s ears turned red. Last night, his lips had touched every inch of her body. He had even sucked on the inside of her thighs. It had only been one night, but it was truly a wild affair.

Unable to flatly refuse, she hesitated. She wasn’t sure she wasn’t hurt; the persistent stinging below was bothering her.

As he said, it was better to let him see than a doctor. There wasn’t a part of her he hadn’t already seen. With a sigh of resignation, she turned her head to the side, and Kuhn’s lips curved into a smile.

Kuhn moved back down and lifted the layers of her skirt. He admired her long, straight legs for a moment, then placed his hands on her calves. Slowly, he slid his hands up from her calves to her thighs. Her little flinches were endearing, making him chuckle.

He untied the strings and removed her small underwear. He tried to spread her thighs, but she resisted by tensing her legs. He didn’t force them apart but waited. After a moment, he gently pried her legs apart as her resistance weakened.

Sigh...

He sighed silently. Seeing her soft mound covered in delicate hair and the red flesh beneath, his breath caught in his throat. Her petals were red, swollen, and puffed. Although he wasn’t a doctor, it was clear to him that she was quite swollen.

Sienna kept her eyes tightly shut, counting silently, wishing for this to end quickly. It was humiliating to have her most private parts exposed to his gaze with her legs spread open. But alongside the heat on her face, she felt a strange pleasure in this humiliating position.

“How is it?”

“You’re a bit swollen. There doesn’t seem to be any blood…”

“Then it’s fine, right?”

“Just looking, I can’t be sure. Can I lick it?”

Her eyes, which had been tightly shut, flew open. The words to refuse caught in her throat. An anticipatory sensation, almost like pleasure, spread up her spine.

“If there’s a taste of blood, I’ll know.”

She didn’t respond. Whether he was just asking for formality’s sake, he didn’t hesitate to lick her. His wet tongue swept over her entire slit, making her body shiver.

“There’s no taste of blood. I should check inside too.”

His voice had completely dropped. It was unclear if his original intent was still medical, or if it ever had been. Regardless, Sienna could sense the desire in his raspy tone. Her lower abdomen tightened. She could feel her entrance twitching.

“Hng…”

As he licked her again, she let out a short moan. He pressed his tongue into the narrow gap, pushing past her swollen labia that seemed to block his entry. His tongue explored the sensitive inner tissue, sending shivers through him.

Her inner walls grew wetter, beginning to flow with her arousal. He latched his lips fully onto her folds as if kissing her intimately, sucking up the tart fluid. His nose pressed against her mound, stimulating her clit.

“Ugh... Mm...”

Sienna trembled, unable to control the moans escaping from deep in her throat. The heat that started in her lower belly spread rapidly throughout her body, raising her temperature. Her fingertips tingled, clawing at the sheets in frustration.

The deliberate, sensual stimulation pushed her steadily toward the peak of pleasure. His tongue circled around her clit, teasing the protruding bud with the tip of his tongue. She let out a short scream, her body jerking in response. Her thighs, held in his grip, trembled violently.

When he finally encircled her clit with his lips and sucked, a burst of light exploded before her eyes.

“Ah!”

Her head fell back. A rush of heat surged out from within her. The climax, slow in building, was drawn out and intense. As he diligently licked up her released fluids, she clutched the sheets and panted heavily.

He tied her underwear back in place and withdrew from between her legs. He pulled her skirt down and smoothed it with a few pats, arranging it neatly. No one would have guessed the intensely intimate scene that had just unfolded there.

Kuhn lifted his head and said, “You seem fine. No need to see a doctor.”

Sienna looked at him with a complicated expression, torn between laughing and crying. He was much quicker and could be far more vulgar than she had ever anticipated, all while remaining shamelessly bold.

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