Chapter 25 – Galatea -the Magic Swordsman’s Bride- [Part 1 Conclusion]

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Luti and Perdia made love while engraving Cleon and each other’s existence into each other in the twilight darkness.

Quon, Lila, and Sasha embraced Cleon in the light and indulged in a relationship that had changed.

And Galatea stood in total darkness.

It was her request.

Turn off all lights in the room.

With the curtains down on the windows.

A barrier is placed to prevent sound from escaping or entering.

If that happens, it’s as if they just cut off their own part from the ‘cake’ called the world and moved it to my plate.

The count’s room became a space only for the two of them.

An area in which mutual interference is impossible both from the outside and from the inside.

After completing the preparations up to this point, Galatea changes her appearance.

In the darkness where you can’t see an inch ahead.

In a pitch-black space where no light can be seen anywhere.

As if she were emitting light herself, only she was clearly visible.

The ever-beautiful turquoise hair. With every step you take, it naturally sways along with your movement. Although that hair color reminds me of Quon somehow. Galatea’s color was a little darker and more enchanting.

The skin is light brown. It’s slightly lighter than Ferdia’s black skin, but it doesn’t feel as healthy as Sasha’s. However, along with its unrealistic appearance, it imprints that the existence in front of you is not human.

As you spend more time with her, you naturally come to know who she is.

It’s not as scary as it looks, though.

A more dangerous existence than its appearance.

Violet-colored eyes engraved with the ominous crest of the pentagram.

If you look at the light that glows softly according to the pulse of magic as if breathing, it reminds you of Layla’s magic poem.

Eyes that feel cold.

The feeling of being cut if you bring your hand close to it inadvertently was more than Luti when angry.

Through Galatea, the characteristics of the women who have been in a relationship so far are recalled one by one.

It feels quite different from when I met her in a back alley in the rain.

Galatea smiles and walks lightly, approaching at a very close distance.

Cleon, who was of similar height when we first met, now looks leisurely down.

Galatea quietly hugs Cleon and whispers.

“Don’t look at me with another woman.”

Jealousy. Craving. And cold voice.

When Cleon looks into Galatea’s eyes, a little embarrassed.

Unlike a moment ago, the imprint of the pentagram, which is completely shining, reveals its presence.

“-I didn’t mean to-“

Let Cleon open his mouth like an excuse. Galatea laughed and threw the body onto the bed.

In the darkness where only Galatea could be seen, she was the only one who could move freely.

Was this her goal?

Cleon tries to keep her composure while remaining as calm as possible in response to her sudden change in behavior.

“Really…?”

Galatea smiles, bending her eyes like a crescent moon. Do you not believe Cleon’s words?

No——the two of them were already connected in the deepest part of their souls.

I could understand Cleon’s authenticity even without words.

Just a little bit unfair. Unlike Cleon, who shows everything of himself.

The current Galatea was refusing to let him read her mind.

“…You know I hate lies.”

“Of course Cleon. Therefore I am afraid.”

Does Galatea, the incarnation of the demonic sword, have anything to fear? Cleon quietly waits for the next words to hear her thoughts.

“Because I know very well that you are sincere with the other girls.”

Galatea’s hand quietly rests on Cleon’s chest.

Bottom of the heart. A throbbing pulse flows from Cleon to Galatea.

“I’m afraid you won’t need me anymore.”

“…”

That. It was Galatea’s true heart that he saw for the first time.

She wasn’t laughing anymore.

Eye smiles that treat humans as fools.

Even the corner of his mouth laughing at that foolishness.

Everyone was looking down at Cleon with sadness and jealousy.

“…I love you, Cleon. This feeling is real.”

Galatea’s face touched Cleon. This time, he was feeling Cleon’s heartbeat, not with his hands, but with his ears.

A moment of silence lingered in the dark space.

“Why don’t you tell me you love me?”

Next moment. With a terrifying feeling, I felt how many blades and spears made of magic were floating in the air.

No matter where each of them penetrated Cleon’s body, he could easily end his life.

After defeating his enemy Alvein, Cleon swallowed his saliva at the unexpected development.

Galatea reaches out and grabs one of the blades of the generated magical power.

“If I pierce your heart and mine and connect them as one. Will it be mine forever?”

Galatea with a sad expression.

“Let’s do that. Cleon.”

Quiet voice. Silence hangs in the room. Galatea studied her partner’s face for a moment.

His face was always calm.

“You can exist now, and your revenge against Alvein. I was able to do it because I was there.”

Galatea reached for the blade she was holding. If you feel a slight pain in your lightly touched finger.

Before long, red blood dripped through the blade and arm.

“In the end. The twisted relationship created through imprinting… When we die and are freed… We will live a free life.”

“…And I will be one with you in sweet death. Until the end.”

Galatea swipes Cleon’s blood with her finger and brings it to her mouth.

The act of drinking blood. Earlier, she bit the woman’s neck with the bailiff. Remember what you ate.

She is not human To her, humans are nothing.

The only one among them that he considered valuable was ‘Cleon’ by chance.

In this dangerous tightrope-like relationship, Cleon silently watched Galatea.

“Sorry.”

And your own answer.

Galatea closed her eyes for a moment. Soon, he waved his hand and commanded the magical weapon.

Parching-! Weapons that self-destruct with a sound.

In the reverberation of the sparkling magical power, Galatea laughs forlornly.

-It was the first time I had seen Galatea with such an expression.

When Galatea’s hand moves along the chest to Cleon’s belly.

There, the pattern of the ‘reverse pentagram’ engraved on Galatea’s eyes comes to mind.

As corresponding to it. On Galatea’s abdomen, Cleon’s stamp of dominion is visible.

“I’m used to dealing with women and using my strength. But enjoying life is still clumsy.”

A voice like that of a small child. Galatea threw herself onto Cleon.

“The responsibility that binds you. The shackles that come from self-torture for ruining the lives of others.”

“Quon who was able to become a saint who saved many people.”

“Lyla, when she returns to the academy, she will have the promised position.”

“Sasha would have spread her wings as a free adventurer.”

“Perdia, who would have protected the children together with the teacher.”

“Luiti, who would always be the city’s guardian.”

“…”

Cleon is silent. I had no intention of denying Galatea’s words.

The lives of women intertwined with her through a strange twist of fate.

It has deviated a lot from the original path.

After defeating Alvein, Cleon thought about it from time to time.

So, I thought it was my responsibility to respond to them if they wanted to.

Today, even if Sasha hadn’t come to talk to him, Cleon would have talked to them.

Would you like to go with me?

Promises and responsibilities.

What was left on Cleon’s shoulders after revenge was to use the rest of his life for them.

But. If Galatea wants it.

If the incarnation of the demonic sword, the beginning of all of this, would free herself from this burden.

Honestly. I was prepared to accept it.

“…A man who is softer than necessary.”

“…”

The moment after Galatea quietly shuts her mouth. The black clothing on her body is transformed into magical power and disappears.

“If you live like that, you will surely break. Humans break easily.”

“Maybe so…”

Cleon affirms Galatea’s words. Then, Galatea shook her head.

Quietly, he kisses Cleon on the mouth.

“…I don’t like that.”

“I want you to be free more than anyone else.”

“If you’ve finished your revenge, let’s find the next adventure.”

“I can make you forget my memory with one command.”

“Break the shackles that bind you with force.”

“Find another sword, and let’s make that power yours too.”

Devil’s Temptation – No, secret wish. Coveting his master’s favorite, with unceasing kisses.

He seduces Cleon with a voice that resonates directly in his head.

Only Cleon urges him to live a life for himself and Galatea himself.

That, obviously, would be good for everyone.

“Hamm… Chuu… Churup…”

A voice from physical contact and a voice from inside your head.

Cleon quietly accepted it and kissed her for a few minutes before falling away.

Between the mouths of the two people, a bridge of saliva forms.

The face of Galatea recalled. Cleon quietly hugged her body once more.

The sound of the two breathing heavily from a long kiss rang right next to each other’s ears.

“… Galatea. I can’t.”

To Cleon’s voice, Galatea shows no reaction.

Since we were connected in spirit, we knew that such an option did not exist for Cleon.

“I’m… Different from Alvein. I will fulfill all the responsibilities given to me.”

“… Is that… Really your will?”

“If you read it, you will understand, right?”

Galatea smiles as if she can’t help it and adjusts her posture so that Cleon is on top of her.

“Then… Please punish the female who dared to test the master’s intentions with arrogance.”

Spread the important part with your index and middle fingers. Every time he flinched, the flowing juices shimmered.

“No. No punishment.”

Cleon crosses his body and quietly inserts his genitals into Galatea.

Beings that were originally close to one were physically separated from each other.

A sense of security, as if they had come back together, connects Cleon and Galatea.

The patterns imprinted on each of them began to react to each other’s magic.

Sudden. And the heat that rises as if on fire.

Since they are two people who have a good compatibility from the level of souls, a sense of pleasure comes naturally just by being connected.

However, this was not enough.

Cleon slowly starts to move his hips. Cleon’s penis opens Galatea’s inside.

Not only the most pleasant places, but wherever his objects pass, Galatea presses on all the places where he feels pleasure.

“Hag…!”

Seeing Galatea making an uncharacteristically weak voice, Cleon dropped her mouth on her breast as well.

Unlike the affair with Quon. Cleon actively covets everything about the female body.

She covets Galatea’s lips with her mouth. With both hands, knead her large breasts.

Each time, the feeling of transforming into the desired shape further increases the thickness of the groin through the body through the hands.

“Ah, yes… Haeup…♡ Chuu♡”

A kiss that never stops. Tongue and tongue. Teeth and teeth. Saliva and saliva mix with each other and move violently, as if you don’t know which one belongs to whom.

“Chew… Ha… Laugh… “

And intercourse by pleasure mixed in the middle.

Each time a long stroke rang Galatea’s body once or twice.

The organ that corresponds to Galatea’s womb responds with a feeling of being squeezed.

A place already conquered by Cleon once before.

“Master… ♡ Cleon…♡ I love you, I love you… Chureut… ♡ Look at me♡ Only me… ♡”

An irresistible desire for exclusivity.

For nearly 20 years, he only thought of Cleon and drew himself while looking at him.

Clumsy human. Dating people, living life by yourself.

You need to be a little more honest with yourself.

For that reason, it didn’t matter if I became a devil.

Only one.

If you can be loved by your own master.

So, cheating on others. It protects its owner from external threats by seducing.

Again, in the form of being loved by her master and able to hold him in her arms, Galatea composed herself.

On the day of awakening, when she accepted the owner’s affection into her body, Galatea felt such great joy that her existence almost disappeared.

And obscenely large breasts.

Hair as soft as silk.

Purple eyes and light brown skin.

All the magical powers and powers that make up this body.

Only Cleon’s.

As I told Alvein.

His own birth and end has Cleon.

He wished he was like that, even to Cleon.

When he met Alvein in the form of Gala, it was difficult to endure the disgust that erupted whenever he approached her.

How many times had he imagined burning Alvein to death on the spot, using all his magical power.

But that wasn’t what his master wanted.

So… Because you worked so hard

“Look only at me Cleon…!Haha…! You too, you too me…!”

“…Don’t worry, Galatea. I’m looking at you properly.”

Cleon stood up as it was. He moves from the top position to the next position.

Galatea’s back was attached to the bed.

Her back is bent and her hips come up.

Cleon spreads both legs and assumes a squat-like posture, restraining Galatea’s lower body, which is wide open in the shape of an M.

The buttocks of the two people are in perfect contact with the genitals.

“Yeah… Gh…♡”

Galatea feels pleasure enough to stick out her tongue at the deep penetration she has never felt before.

It was a position he could put his full weight on and insert into himself.

It was like a declaration that she would conquer the woman in front of her with all her might.

While Galatea was so excited that she couldn’t come to her senses, Cleon started moving again.

Clap, clap…

Thud… ! Thud… !

“Clothes…! Haaagh! Ah! Ughgeuk…!”

Because of the difference in her physique, a shock that will crush Galatea’s entire body resonates in her stomach.

“Ahh! I don’t like it…! This, this… It’s too deep…!”

“Haa… Keuug…”

Cleon endures the rising feeling of ejaculation. And keep moving her waist.

Each time, Galatea gushes her tide in near-climax pleasure and puddles her on the sheets.

“It’s ruined… Gone… As Cleon wants… ♡ Ugh, ah…!”

Action accelerates. The line between Cleon and Galatea becomes blurred, and they feel everything about each other.

As if Cleon had been waiting for this, he began to use her magic from Galatea.

Galatea struggles with the feeling that her heart is being grabbed and massaged.

It was natural to use her magical energy at will in her magical body.

The fact that the clothes Galatea wears on a daily basis are made up of magic means that they can be changed into other clothes depending on how they are adjusted.

Cleon recognizes this and manipulates her magical powers to give Galatea a new outfit.

White clothing that contrasts with her skin. It is a thin, transparent and lightweight material such as linen.

Gloves and stockings made of material that covers the fingertips and toes to the elbows and knees, respectively.

A cloth is made from the chest to the waist, but the part of the chest is made of mesh material.

A soft lace that stretches below the waist.

The lower underwear exists, but since it is a garment made in a connected state, the important part is exposed as it is.

And finally, a tiara with white lace.

A wedding dress with a design that requires quite a bit of courage to wear to a bride on her honeymoon night.

No, should I say wedding lingerie?

“Haa… Haa…! Cleon… Cleon♡”

Galatea checks her reflection in his eyes her.

Feeling like a married couple, she also increases her pleasure of her, which was already close to the limit.

“I swear… Galatea. I will love you as much as you loved me…!”

“Oh yeah…! I, too, dedicated my whole being…! You… Forever…!”

And the two reach the climax at the same time with a kiss of promise.

The largest amount of semen of the day is poured into Galatea’s womb her.

Galatea thinks that her only sorrow is that she cannot conceive, and she accepts it for a moment.

‘Another nucleus’ inside her reacted.

[Kwajik-]

Sound.

Even Galatea herself did not know what the sense of incongruity was.

Just. She just wanted to save this moment of deep connection with Cleon, a little more.

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“Whoa…”

“Are you satisfied?”

Galatea sighs as she strokes her own bulging belly. Seeing her like that, her Cleon she stretched out on her bed and asked.

“Any.”

“… Maybe a little bit with that… I need to increase my stamina more.”

Even after that, she repeated her act several times. In the end, it was Cleon who was exhausted first.

“… Galatea. Can I ask you something?”

“Huh? What?”

“Why did you just swallow the core of Alvein’s holy sword – ‘Caliburn’?”

“…”

Under its influence her, Cleon had to suffer in one way or another. Pain and exhaustion twisting his entire body. And chilgong blood.

Lila giggled, but it might have been serious.

“Because he was asking for it.”

“… Caliburn?”

“Yes. Unlike you and me, he has never had a heart connection with Alvein. The function of the Holy Sword is controlled by the will that dwells in it, when a soul connection is made, like ours.”

“… Therefore?”

Galatea, too, lay down next to Cleon. Squeak… A voice echoes between the two for a moment.

“I guess he wanted to know. How did it feel to connect with people? I was excited too… It was after I swallowed it when I came to my senses.”

“…”

“Are you mad? You did whatever you want.”

“…No. As long as the reason is right, it’s fine.”

Saying that, Cleon looked at Galatea and smiled.

“You’re soft too.”

“Haha? I’m harder than Mithril.”

We continued to share stories that we wouldn’t normally do.

Until the sun rises.

Cleon and Galatea, who were always tense for revenge.

The first night with casual conversation.

When Cleon falls asleep in the slowly approaching flood. For the first time, Galatea also fell asleep in human form.