Chapter 133 – 132 – Yurian And Diana, Diana And Yurian (1)

I was staring blankly at the spot where Irian had disappeared when Diana suddenly clung to me.

“What are you looking at? Diana is right here.”
“…I’m trying to hold back from pouncing on my pretty Diana.”

Did I answer too soullessly? Diana’s eyes narrowed.

“……”

I can feel it. That suspicious gaze. Feeling her piercing stare, I subtly got up from my seat.

“Ahem. Shall we go inside too?”

Suddenly.
Just as I was about to turn around, Diana’s hand grabbed something that was clearly angry. It was large and had a handle-like protrusion, making it easy to grab. …The problem is that it’s mine.

“Diana? Why are you grabbing that…? It, it feels a little painful, could you let go?”
“Sit.”
“Let’s talk after you let go… okay?”
“Sit.”

I quickly sat back down. It’s not because I’m scared of Diana. Really.
It’s just… my legs gave out.

Luckily, she didn’t seem intent on holding it, and as soon as I sat down, she quickly climbed on top of me as if she had been waiting for it. Sitting face-to-face, Diana’s blue eyes came close, staring intently into mine.

I pulled back slightly from her intense gaze, blinking for a moment. Then, Diana smiled sweetly, wiggled around, straddled my thing, and started rubbing her butt against it.

She skillfully wedged it between her butt cheeks and rubbed, and the pleasure was no joke. It felt like she was barely moving, but somehow she was stimulating such sensitive spots.

“Diana, Lilis and Carsilla are in the tent… can we move somewhere else?”
“It’s okay. The tent blocks outside noise.”
“…Oh, right!”

Could it be that she prepared this magic tent for this…? You had a plan all along, Diana.

“So don’t worry about it. Focus on Diana. Got it?”

I couldn’t resist Diana’s seductive expression as she licked her lips slightly, and I hugged her tightly. Ah, whatever. If Lilis and Carsilla can’t hear us, it should be okay to do it here.

I moved my body in sync with Diana’s slow butt rubs. Her skillful hands quickly stripped off my clothes.

I felt a moist sensation at the tip of my heated thing, and then it slowly burrowed into her tight hole.

“Haaah.”

I scanned Diana’s face as she let out a satisfied, pleasure-filled breath, but there was no sign of pain. Just a little while ago, she used to wince in pain when I inserted, but now she seemed used to the monstrous size.

Well… she had to get used to it. For the past few days, ever since we had that three-way with Irian, we’ve been doing it almost every day, so it would be stranger if it still hurt.

She wasn’t some ordinary housewife. As a physical powerhouse of a saintess, Diana possessed superhuman physical abilities, and with the experience of the past few days, she had adapted.

Beyond simply adapting, her inhuman resilience and physical talent synergized, and the soft body in front of me gifted me with even greater pleasure with each passing day.

Although the mental stimulation was less than when we first joined bodies, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was like a mental bond. I felt more affectionate towards Diana than before, and the emotional satisfaction felt even greater than the first time.

I sometimes miss the thrill and intense excitement of our first time, but… I’m more satisfied with having a relaxed time together like this, facing each other.

Sometimes we share playful, light kisses, sometimes we share deep kisses, overwhelmed with excitement, and sometimes we bite each other’s lips or necks.

As I hugged Diana’s waist and moved leisurely, sharing playful pecks, Diana suddenly stopped moving.

“……? Why?”
“Yurian.”

Her voice was soft. It was slightly trembling because she was trying hard to suppress her pleasure. What was she going to say?

“Why don’t you ask me anything?”
“Huh? Ask you what?”

I pondered for a moment at her sudden, cryptic question. Was this part of her usual role-playing? Or was it a setup for some cheesy line?

The thought that suddenly popped into my head was the meal we just had. Could it be that?

“Ah, that? I did ask. What did you put in the meat? Can you feel this? It’s not going down, it’s kind of scary. Surely it’s not because I’m usually lacking… I mean, I’m always exhausted afterwards.”
“……No. Not that. There’s something more important.”

More important than this? There’s no way there’s anything more important than a man’s pride in satisfying his woman 100%… oh, there is. The state of my thing, which was going wild with a crazy hard-on, was not normal.

“Seriously, what did you put in it? It’s not showing any signs of shrinking?”
“About my childhood… why don’t you ask?”

I could feel the movement of her muscles in the hand holding my waist. Her body was stiff, probably from tension.
Trying to act nonchalant, I slowly moved my hips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Diana, you’re moving sluggishly today?”

Even with my obvious evasive answer, Diana didn’t look away. I could feel that she was tense from the hand around my waist, from the body I was holding, and from the way her inner thighs were tightening, but Diana still met my gaze directly.

“Yurian.”
“It’s hard for me to move alone. Can’t you cooperate?”
“Yurian.”
“……”

Cha Hyewon’s voice came to mind. Before we parted, Cha Hyewon had left some advice, which was typical of her attitude.

‘What did she say? You tend to be too soft on NPCs. Don’t trust NPCs too much… or something like that.’

Unlike me, she treated the characters in the game as NPCs and drew a clear line, which was typical of her advice. There was a time when I thought similarly to Cha Hyewon.

I was the player, the protagonist, and they were all just NPCs who were my companions, helpers, extras, or enemies.

But it’s been 16 years. After spending so much time with them, I realized that they were all independent individuals.

How could I possibly see this lovely woman, with her warm hand, worried eyes, and tense expression, as an NPC?

At first, I wanted to ask her right away. Why she couldn’t remember her real name, not the character name ‘Yurian.’ I had a hunch, though no clear evidence, that it had something to do with Diana.

I had debated asking her several times a day. I had hesitated and hesitated, and in the end, I hadn’t asked her until now… but seeing Diana’s gaze waiting for an answer, I couldn’t suppress the feelings that I had been holding back.

“I wanted to ask.”
“Yeah. I know. I knew it.”
“But I was worried. What if I asked… and it ruined our relationship? Isn’t that stupid?”
“…You should have just asked. You idiot.”

Diana smiled faintly. The tight grip of her hand told me how tense she was.

* * *

That day was the worst day.
Diana could still vividly recall that day.

She had been abandoned by her parents.
Why?

Weren’t parents and children supposed to have an unbreakable bond? They said they loved me. They said I was precious… but they just left.

She was far superior to her peers. When she was young… well, she’s still young, but when she was even younger, her parents were happy with their outstanding child.

‘She’s already babbling at such a young age?’ Surprise and congratulations.
‘She’s already talking at such a young age?’ Jealousy and envy.
‘She’s already speaking at such a young age?’ Shock and disbelief.
‘She’s already reading and writing at such a young age?’ Fear and confusion.

The expectations for their child soon turned into fear. A child who was too outstanding.

From the moment she started walking, she recognized her parents with a hazy gaze. Her pronunciation wasn’t clear due to a lack of fine motor skills, but she expressed her thoughts in words and scribbled letters she had learned on her own. Her parents’ gaze, once full of love, gradually changed to one of looking at something incomprehensible.

Her parents, from a fallen noble family, blamed each other for their incomprehension of their incomprehensible child. They accused each other of having a child possessed by a demon, while outwardly maintaining a harmonious family due to their pride as nobles.

Diana couldn’t understand.
In fairy tales, it was clear that fathers and mothers loved their children. Why were her parents afraid of her?

That day was her sixth birthday.
Years ago, she had a vague memory of birthdays filled with joy and celebration, but this year, there was no joy or celebration for her birthday either.

Instead, there was the usual sound of arguing.

That day, as she listened to her parents’ shouts as they blamed each other, Diana flipped through the pages of the Bible.

It’s noisy. I don’t want to hear it. Don’t fight.
Don’t fight… because of me.

The Bible had many good words. Ideal images of couples, parents and children, lovers… Diana liked it so much.

I wish my parents were like this. I wish they would say these things to me. I wish they would hug me. I’ll be like this when I become a mother. I’ll treat my husband like this.

Even though she was an outstanding child, she was still young. The only way Diana could imagine a harmonious family was by materializing the images described in books. That’s why Diana’s favorite books were fairy tales and the Bible.

Fairy tales allowed her to have happy fantasies. But they were too flimsy.
The Bible allowed her to have various fantasies. But it was too rigid.

As Diana read the books alternately, she heard something breaking.
That day, as she listened to her parents’ long argument, she suddenly thought.

I wish I didn’t have parents like this.

That day was the worst day.
It was the day the husband had butchered his wife and hanged himself. It was the day a tragedy occurred in a fallen noble family. It was the day their only child, a girl, went missing.

That day was the worst day.
Because it was the day her parents died.

The hanged corpse was disgusting. It was shocking how long a person’s tongue could be, hanging down below the chin, and the face was pale blue. There was a lot of filth dripping down from the dangling body.

That was her father’s last appearance.

The butchered corpse was even more disgusting. It was full of grotesque things, showing how disgusting the inside of a person’s body was.

They said she was a woman who had conceived a demon, and they had actually removed her mother’s uterus. Diana learned for the first time that the uterus described in books was so red and disgusting. She also learned that the inside of a person was more disgusting and smelly than she had thought.

After that, she had no memory.
She didn’t remember why she had left home, why she was wandering the streets.

It was a strange thing for Diana, who had clear memories from a very young age.

After her mother’s last appearance, her memories started again from the moment she met a girl who was about her height.

“Hello.”

No. It was a boy who was as pretty as a girl.