Chapter 56: Just Like That, Aeron's Balls Were Completely Ruined
"Aeron, though I guessed you had your own plans, I was truly disheartened when I heard you'd been exiled by the Order...
You promised to stay safe, yet you left me behind without even an explanation..."
"Don't ever do that again."
Ciaccona gazed sincerely at Aeron, who lay exhausted on the bed, pouring out her genuine feelings.
...Then could you stop undressing me first?"
"Ah, that won't do~"
"You're a poet!"
"Poets are human too, and the ones who best express their feelings."
Ciaccona said this matter-of-factly while unfastening Aeron's clothes.
She pressed her entire palm against Aeron's chest, feeling the rhythmic yet slightly rapid heartbeat.
"Hehe, you're nervous?"
"It'd be weird if I weren't...."
"Hmph, learned from you."
Receiving Aeron's response, Ciaccona giggled and instead of restraining herself, leaned closer, gently pressing her cheek against his chest and closing her eyes to listen carefully.
"Is it because of me? Or because Zani and the Lady Cantarella are watching too?"
"Your mouth is too sharp..."
After listening to his heartbeat for a while, Ciaccona lifted her head, her gaze falling on his slightly tense, rising and falling abdomen.
She reached out a finger and lightly traced it, bringing a faint tickling sensation.
"Relax a bit~"
Her fingertip trailed downward until it reached the edge of his waistband, and Aeron's body stiffened abruptly.
"Hey, wait—"
"Hmm?" Ciaccona blinked innocently, but her finger hooked onto the button of his waistband, "The mood's set, aren't we going to do it?"
"No, listen to my expla—"
Before Aeron could finish, Cantarella came to his side and gently pressed him back onto the bed.
"Let Miss Ciaccona continue, Mr. Aeron." Cantarella propped her chin, her purple eyes swirling with indulgence and a hint of deeper meaning.
"This way of expression. It's very direct, isn't it? Often, the most direct way is also the most effective."
Cantarella's fingertips lightly brushed Aeron's arm, bringing a cool, soothing touch that strangely made him even more unable to move.
Ciaccona's voice was close, her warm breath ghosting over his skin, "Opportunities to lie quietly like this and let someone examine you carefully are rare."
Her touch held no lewd intent, more like a curious child carefully studying a precious work of art. But this pure directness, instead of any deliberate provocation, made his heart race even more. Aeron's breathing involuntarily grew uneven.
She lowered her head, gently kissed his abdominal muscles—a brief touch—then looked up, her eyes clear and sincere: "So, don't do such dangerous things anymore, okay? Think about how worried I'd be. No, think about how worried we'd all be. Promise me, Mr. Aeron?"
Aeron looked at her sparkling eyes, filled with anticipation and so close, his throat feeling blocked.
"...."
Aeron gave up.
Ciaccona immediately broke into a brilliantly bright smile, as if she'd received the most precious promise in the world. "Then it's settled! Pinky swear, a hundred years no changes!" she said childishly.
She extended her pinky finger, hooking it with Aeron's limp one and giving it a gentle shake.
Having made this childish promise, she seemed satisfied at last. Then, her gaze returned to the center of his body, where an obvious reaction had already stirred due to her earlier actions and words.
"Ah…" Ciaccona let out a soft sound, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson. Yet her eyes didn't shy away; instead, she studied his cock curiously and murmured under her breath, "So… so this is what it's like… It's a bit different from the drawings in the books…"
"..."
Leaving aside why she had been reading such material, Aeron now genuinely wished he could vanish into the ground.
Ciaccona responded with only a playful smile before beginning her own movements. The moment she fully took him in, both of them gasped sharply.
Ciaccona's body tensed abruptly, letting out a faint whimper as tears unexpectedly welled up in her eyes. She lay draped over Aeron, trembling intensely for a while before gradually adjusting.
"Hah… so warm… it feels like I'm so close to you… I love it~"
Her rhythm carried a warmth that could melt anyone's heart. In broken phrases, she whispered her feelings to Aeron.
...
...
When Ciaccona, utterly spent and content, curled up against Aeron's side, her arm tightly wrapped around his as she drifted into a deep sleep, a sweet smile still gracing her lips—
Aeron felt as though he had been completely dismantled and reassembled, with not even the strength left to move his fingertips, his consciousness floating at the edge of nothingness.
No matter what, wasn't this little poet's stamina a bit too impressive? How could she outlast a grown adult like him?
As for the rest, Aeron had no comment.
Suffice to say, it was all emotion, zero technique.
"Well then, it's my turn now~"
Before Aeron could fully recover from the aftermath, Cantarella gracefully rose and straddled his waist.
"Wait, there's no halftime break…?"
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to rest during these days with Fisalia."
"What about the unfinished business?!"
Cantarella didn't answer Aeron's question, merely gazing down at him with her deep, ocean-like purple eyes.
The moonlight outlined her perfect silhouette, her violet hair cascading like a waterfall between them, carrying a faint, cool fragrance. Her fingertips gently brushed his cheek with an undeniable tenderness.
"Now, at this moment, here," her voice was soft, lingering by his ear, "is the only thing that requires your attention. Everything else can be set aside for now, Aeron."
She leaned down, kissing his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips.
"Relax," she whispered between their entangled breaths, her cool yet enticing aura enveloping him, "surrender your body to me. You are not a tool, not expendable. Here, before me, you are simply Aeron—the one I acknowledge."
Then, Cantarella's body slowly descended, drawing him between her legs with an exquisitely elegant and deliberate slowness.
Warm, slick, and fathomless.
"Well? Are you still thinking about your 'plans' now?"
"…You'd have to give me a chance to answer first."
"Hehe, what a pity~"
Cantarella remained in complete control throughout, guiding them both to that dizzying peak. In the final moment when they were both swept away by the tidal wave, she held him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she released a long, satisfied sigh.
She rested atop him for a long while before slowly pulling away, gracefully lying on her side beside him while keeping a possessive arm around his waist to draw him closer. Her breathing remained slightly unsteady, her amethyst eyes half-lidded with long lashes casting shadows across her cheeks, a serene and deeply satisfied smile playing on her lips like the calm depths of the ocean.
"Well then, it's time for the last person to conclude things~"
After saying this, Cantarella slowly withdrew and rolled over to lie on the other side of Aeron.
Just as Aeron was catching his breath, a sudden cold sensation against his cheek brought him back to reality.
Turning his head, he saw the familiar Zani, holding familiar coffee.
"...Where did you pull that from?"
"Thought you might miss it, so I brought it from Ragunna for you."
"Nobody would miss this stuff..."
Even as he said this, Aeron accepted the coffee Zani handed him, pulled open the tab, and drank it all in one go.
The cold coffee slid down his throat with its familiar bitter aftertaste, slightly clearing away the dizziness of passion. Setting down the empty can, Aeron looked at Zani's calm profile.
She had somehow removed her outer coat at some point, her crimson pupils appearing exceptionally tranquil under the dim yellowish light.
"Rested enough?" Zani asked, her voice betraying no particular emotion as she took the empty can from his hand and casually placed it on a nearby low cabinet.
"Uh...can I say no?"
"Then it's my turn."
Zani naturally took over the conversation, simply lying on her side beside Aeron in a perfectly ordinary manner, one arm casually draped over his waist while the other rested lightly on his chest, as if feeling his still-settling heartbeat.
"What do you mean?"
"...?"
Hearing Aeron's response, Zani's fingers continued downward without curiosity or deliberate provocation, simply taking hold of his cock as a matter of course. Feeling the heat and pulse in her palm, her crimson pupils darkened almost imperceptibly, though her expression remained unchanged.
"Still functional."
"That's not the right way to put it, is it?"
A slight smile appeared on Zani's face as she adjusted her position and steadily lowered herself.
Her hands braced against his chest for slight support, her silver-red hair swaying gently with the movement.
"Are you okay?"
"....."
"That's good."
Zani seemed to relax slightly, her movements gradually quickening as her silver-red hair shimmered in the moonlight. "After all, this will happen frequently from now on."
"....?"
"Is there a problem?" Zani paused slightly, leaning over him until they were close enough to see each other's eyelashes tremble. "You're my boyfriend, I'm your girlfriend. Is it strange to do this sort of thing?"
Her tone was so natural that Aeron found himself momentarily unable to formulate a response. Seeing his speechless expression, the corner of Zani's mouth curved almost imperceptibly before she resumed her movements, more forceful and deeper than before.
"Wait, Zani, you..." Aeron's voice trembled under her suddenly intensified rhythm.
"What about me?" Zani's voice also carried an unsteady breath, yet still maintained that calmness. "I'm just doing what a girlfriend should do. Or do you think I'm not enough?"
"No, that's not..." Aeron grabbed her arm, his fingertips applying slight pressure.
"Then just feel it properly. It's only afternoon now, and I've been waiting for so long."
"Hey, don't!"
...And so, Aeron's balls were completely destroyed.
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