Reader’S Regeneration Life [EN]: Chapter 290

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Stepping Forward

Each time Sion’s tongue danced over her skin, Helen was struck by waves of pleasure, like a jolt of lightning.

Her fingers and toes would curl and stretch, the intense sensations stealing her breath, a thrilling mix of terror and delight that escaped in gasps.

“Haaah…!”

She understood now the profound joy that blossomed from mutual affection and complete surrender, a world apart from the violations of the past.

‘Yes, this is so different…!’

Where there had been tears of pain, now there was only bliss.

She had never imagined that a man’s touch, his face buried between her thighs, could ignite such intense pleasure and fulfillment.

It had always been a source of shame and misery, but with a different heart and a different person, it was like stepping from winter into spring.

Slurp!

Slurrrp!

“Aah!

Aaaah!

Aeuuung!”

Her body burned, ached for his embrace, to be consumed by the emotions he directed solely at her.

“Sion, Young Master, Young Master, Young Master…!

Sion…!

Ughhh!

Ah, aah, aah-euht!”

Her vision swam, her heart hammered against her ribs, threatening to burst.

Barely managing to stay upright, Helen leaned against a tree, gasping for air.

“Haa, haa…”

Her legs trembled, white and delicate.

Yet, she fought to remain standing, refusing to succumb.

Sion, watching her struggle, felt a surge of desire. He knew that to truly claim her, he needed to thrust into her at this moment of climax.

“Ah…”

“Is this alright, Helen? Are you sure you want to continue?”

“…Yes.

I… I’m fine.”

At her words, Sion lifted her legs, inviting her surrender, and she wrapped them around his arms.

As he lifted her legs, her thighs parted slightly.

Her exposed flesh glistened with moisture, and she gasped, instinctively trying to cover her face, but Sion stopped her.

“What is there to hide? We are not strangers, but lovers.”

“Ah, aah-ah?

Y-Young Master… Such words…”

“The time for modesty is long gone. Such coyness now only serves to disquiet a man, you know?”

Sion brought his hardened member to her entrance, teasing her with a playful voice.

He toyed with her, feigning hesitation, and Helen, already consumed by desire, moaned with a plaintive face.

“Heeeuuu… D-Don’t tease me… E-Enter me, please…”

The honeyed nectar at the entrance of her cleft and the milky thighs slick with fluids betrayed her arousal. She was a fairy on the verge of tears, overflowing with desire.

Deciding he had teased her enough, Sion slowly delved into her.

Squeeeak—.

“Gasp!

Heeuk!

Hung-ah!

Ah, aah…!”

Helen’s long moan mingled with her ragged breaths.

Sion, too, groaned at the unexpected intensity of the pleasure, struggling to catch his breath.

‘Other women had always felt tight, making it impossible to shake off the thought that they were dry…’

Helen’s flesh was different.

It felt as if it had been waiting for him, enveloping him gently as he entered, the sensation exquisite.

It was warm, cozy, and the clinging, wriggling folds were simply divine.

“Hoo.”

Afraid of losing control, Sion deliberately focused on the force of his thrust.

Swoosh!

“Haa-euk!”

He pulled out and thrust back in, a little harder than before.

Without feeling tight or constricted, Helen’s flesh welcomed him, softly biting and strongly gripping, as if seducing him with all its might.

‘…Ah, Lilith [presumably a jealous lover or possessive figure] is definitely going to threaten me with death again.’

He knew that if he lost himself, even for a moment, he would become a beast, driven only by the need to thrust. Sion bit his lip.

He wasn’t an ascetic [one who practices severe self-discipline and abstention] who shunned pleasure, but he refused to be a fool consumed by it.

‘I like anything I control, but nothing should control me except myself.’

He thought of his father, the great sage who preached those words but couldn’t resist alcohol, earning his mother’s scolding. Sion wondered if he was treading a similar path, but he was already speeding up without realizing it.

Splish!

Splish!—

“Aahng!

Aeuuung!”

There was no distress, no embarrassment.

Helen was simply overwhelmed, unable to contain herself, as if the moment—her body, her movements, the man before her—was too much, too wonderful. Her moans were unrestrained.

“Aahng!

Aaaah!

I like it, I like it so much!

More, harder!

Sion, harder!”

“Aren’t you enjoying this a little too much…?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care. You’re the one who made me like this, Young Master Sion… You take responsibility… Aahng, aaaah!”

“Suddenly shifting the blame? That’s a bit awkward.”

Even as he spoke, Sion was clearly enjoying himself, his hips moving wildly.

The speed of his thrusts increased, the force intensified, and Helen gasped, on the verge of climax and oblivion.

“Huk!

Haa-uk!”

The sight of the woman, usually so intelligent and composed, now transformed, clinging to him, begging for more, struck him deeply.

Sion faced a Helen he had never known, struggling to maintain control, but his body was succumbing to instinct.

Thwack!

He thrust madly into her flesh, which seemed to swallow him whole.

He worried that he might trigger her dark past, but instead, she seemed to revel in being overwhelmed, whimpering and demanding more.

“More, faster…!

I like it, I like it.

Young Master Sion.

I like it!

Aahng!

Aaaah!”

The sounds of flesh, slick and scraped, echoed through the quiet forest.

The cool breeze caressed their heated bodies, while the sunlight warmed them, lest they catch a chill.

The leaves and flowers danced in the breeze and sunlight, welcoming the fairy woman who had finally returned to ‘life’.

Sion pulled out and turned Helen around.

Instinctively, she grabbed the tree, pushing her buttocks back, and Sion, caressing her white buttocks that resembled a full moon, gently traced her soaked flesh with the tip of his member before thrusting in.

“Aahng!

Huaaaahng!

Ah, aaaaah!”

“Do you like it, Helen?”

“Yes, yes!

I like it.

I like you, Young Master Sion!

Aaaah!”

Beyond mere physical pleasure, Helen seized the moment to utter the words she could never say sober.

She made a flustered sound, as if she had made a mistake, but the words were out, and Sion smiled.

“S-So, Young Master Sion… What I mean is…”

“I like you too. So don’t be so embarrassed.”

Splish, splish—.

Thud, thud!

Thwack!

“Aeuuung!

Huk!

Haa-ahng!”

Having confessed her feelings and received an even more embarrassing reply, Helen could no longer resist, her body convulsing as she gripped the tree.

She longed to turn and face Sion, to reach the peak of pleasure together, but she feared revealing her disheveled state.

Instead, she abandoned herself to the rising pleasure, her moans growing more desperate.

Sion, drawing on his experience with women, understood.

“Ah, damn. Sorry, Helen.”

“Eh. Eeeh?

Ah, eugh-ah?”

Sion gently pulled back and turned her around, fully revealing her expression, movements, and emotions, all disheveled by pleasure.

She hesitated, then threw her arms around him.

“D-Don’t stop… P-Please continue. Don’t pull out again, just let me, let me go like this…!”

“Didn’t you want to do it while looking at my face?”

“I… I never said that…”

Thud!

“Aahng!

Hieung!”

“Look at me, Helen. Show me your face.”

At his words, she raised her face, flushed with excitement, embarrassment, and pleasure, and met his gaze.

Her beauty was so overwhelming that Sion worried he might audibly swallow.

“Don’t be afraid anymore. If you have nightmares, come to me and ask for a hug. You’re not alone, and there will be people who will be there for you besides me. Don’t try to carry everything alone.”

“Heeeuuu…”

“You deserve to be loved, so don’t let your past hold you back. I’ll say it clearly here.”

His hips began to move again.

She nodded, responding without realizing it to the sensation of him plunging deep, ravaging her insides, then retreating, then invading again, turning everything upside down.

“I will. Because I’m not alone anymore… I won’t let go of Young Master either.”

“Good. That’s the answer I wanted. Shall I let you go as a reward now?”

“Ughhh!

I… I want to do more.

Ah, aeuuung!

Haa-uk!

Ah, ah!

T-Too fast!”

Sion had only been holding back his ejaculation; he had not reached his physical limit.

Although he couldn’t draw on mana in the north, he had enough stamina to avoid dying from exhaustion, so perhaps that was a better deal, Sion thought, focusing on the instincts of a male taking a woman’s insides just as much as he could right now.

“W-What is it? T-This!

Ah, completely different from before… Hiccup?

Haa-ahng!

Aeuuung!”

“You kept talking about the past, so I was honestly worried. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re so immersed in the present that you won’t even think about the past again.”

“Uaaaah? W-Wait!

Aahng!

Hieung!

Hieuueuk!”

Sion’s appearance, voice, and atmosphere had shifted, tinged with anger and jealousy.

Helen smiled, a sense of relief washing over her.

So, I am necessary to him. I can evoke such emotions.

This time, I can live with the person I love, as I dreamed of when I was young.

“I’m going, Helen.”

“Aeuuung!

Yes, yes.

G-Go!

Go!

Aeeueuk!

Aaaaah!”

At almost the same time as Helen, who was struggling as she was held tightly by Sion, who was careful not to break her if he squeezed her too hard, and who was determined not to let go, the affair that was like the spring sun of humans and fairies came to an end.

Helen, smiling happily and breathing heavily in Sion’s arms, suddenly exclaimed, ‘Ah!’ and blushed for a different reason.

Sion tilted his head and gently stroked her back.

“…Why all of a sudden?”

“T-To do such lewd things in the forest…”

“Isn’t this how fairies live?”

“Absolutely not! Fairies revere the forest as sacred…”

“Then that’s even better.”

“Yes?”

“In a place that fairies revere as sacred, I’m messing with them by showing them a man who is much better than them. It’s a kind of revenge for the guys who abandoned you.”

“D-Does it work that way?”

Sion nodded playfully.

Then, as if telling her not to let her guard down, he lightly sucked on her breast, and she made a cute sound and reflexively hugged him.

Sion, who was trying to play a prank, ended up being buried in her ample breasts, and when he tapped her shoulder, she immediately let him go.

“…Young Master Sion. Can I really be more greedy here?”

“Go ahead and be greedy. Ah! But I can’t have you saying you’ll monopolize me. I might really get crushed to death by other women if you do that.”

“I won’t do such a foolish thing. I know my place, so I’ll never do anything so foolish.”

“I told you. Stop floundering in the past or hell now.”

“Of course. That’s not what I mean. I’m just saying that since the people who embraced Young Master Sion first should naturally be given appropriate treatment.”

‘Then that’s a relief. For both me and you.’

Muttering inwardly, Sion hummed.

He had been seduced by her beauty and atmosphere and had acted impulsively.

Even if he was fine with it, he wondered if it would really be okay to move right away and head to the carriage, given that she still had a whitish liquid flowing between her legs.

“Um, but you know. Young Master Sion.”

“Hmm?”

“N-Not here, but… I-If we go back, could you… H-Hold me one more time?”

Helen struck a provocative pose and gave a bewitching smile.

Sion asked, ‘…Eh?’ and she struck a pose that subtly highlighted her body, her face flushed as she continued.

“T-To be honest! S-Since it took me a week to get here! Even if it’s not the same week… Y-You have to hold me seven times! That’s appropriate, it’s a deal!”

“…”

It sounds logical, but when you think about it again, it’s nonsense.

Sion stared at her before unexpectedly kissing her.

‘Well, she was surprised by the news and came all the way here after a week of hardship.’

Being so affectionate wouldn’t be a loss for him either.

―――――――Afterword―――――――

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