Son of the Hero King

(AN: Those events happen prior to the 8th Day. Between the event of CH 601 and CH 602)

After the conclusion of Lilith and Lilin’s display, the party slowly came to a lull. They all knew that very soon… they would have to fight for their life. While some had roles of a different nature than the rest, all of them needed to get into the right mindset for war.

Still, as if they had planned beforehand, the girls waved or kissed Sol goodnight before leaving one after another until… only Camelia was present.

Looking at the awkward smile plastered on her face, Sol was more than certain her presence was no coincidence. That smile also told him that Camelia was aware he had seen things through.

“What a beautiful night, don’t you think?” Camelia cleared her throat and spoke in what she thought was a completely nonchalant way. Yet, the faint trembling of her fingertips, the rise in her body heat, and the gradually rising drums of her heartbeat did not escape Sol’s keen senses.

Camelia had become… meek, ever since that particular incident happened. Always walking on eggshells as if she feared offending him and permanently breaking off their relationship.

A change that irked Sol much. When he distanced himself from Camelia, his goal was not to make her bow and cower. All he ever wanted was a relationship of equality between them. One where they could trust each other without needing to manipulate each other.

“I heard your discussion with the others,” Sol spoke, interrupting her as she tried to make idle small talk.

Camelia was startled but then, looking at the sincerity in his eyes, she felt herself calm down, “I… I simply shared the way I felt. I regret many things and while I know I cannot change what I did, I am happy I was able to open my eyes before it was too late.” She stopped then looked at him with clear hesitation in her eyes, “It’s not too late, right?”

Sol approached her and took her hand in his, “I already told you that you had nothing to fear. But it seems like I have to teach this to you more thoroughly.”

Camelia tilted her head in confusion, wondering the underlying meaning of his words. However, her thoughts soon vanished, a yelp escaping her lips, as Sol effortlessly swept her off her feet before holding her in a princess carry.

“Sol?”

Flashing her a proud grin, Sol looked down at the bewildered Camelia and murmured, “Tomorrow will be a perilous day and you will play a very important role. Can’t have you be in a confused state of mind now, can we?”

Chuckling, he started walking toward the exit of the Hanging Garden while Camelia held him in silence, her thoughts running wild as she wondered what he was about to do with her.

***

A few minutes later, Camelia had a flushed look as she found herself lying down on Sol’s bed with her arms tied down above her head by a mana string. Compared to some of their earliest play this was quite minimalist but this time, Camelia truly had the feeling that she could not free herself from the restriction tying her down.

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“This is…” She released a hot sigh, not knowing what to say.

“It seems like your preferences are still as perverted as always.” Sol chuckled, his words making her avert her gaze.

Looming above Camelia, Sol got a first-hand chance to appreciate her mesmerizing beauty once again. She may not have the youthfulness of his other lovers like Isis and Setsuna, but she made up for it with her mature aura and her incredibly voluptuous appearance.

Her body was everything a man could dream of and time seemed to have left no traces on her immaculate self. Even when lying down, her breasts stood proud and defied gravity while her narrow waist was a delight for his eyes as he trailed down and lasciviously took in her wide, plump hips.

Sol had made sure to disrobe her nearly entirely beforehand, leaving her in nothing but a pair of pure-white lingerie. White stocking that reached her mid-thigh, a garter belt, and frilly crotchless panties. Her bra was not much better as there were open slits that revealed her perky nipples, giving access to them.

“I always wonder what the other nuns would think if they realized the kind of underwear the so-called Supreme Daughter of Chastity wore beneath her clothes.” Sol was simply mesmerized by her lewd appearance. He knew very well that Camelia put that risque lingerie on entirely for his sake.

As always, knowing how far his girls were willing to go for him was an extreme ego boost for him, even his junior agreed with him on that front.

“I don’t usually wear this. I just thought…” Camelia mumbled to herself, fumbling with her words in shame. Telling Sol that she had prepared beforehand in case she got lucky was more shameful than she would have thought. The more women joined Sol the more insecure she felt. After all, they were all so cute. Her only advantage over them was knowing Sol for longer.

Still, from the fiery look of lust in his eyes and the obvious swelling in his pants, she was glad to see that her preparation had not been for nothing.

Suffice to say, her insecurities did not escape Sol’s keen mind. And it only made Camelia more cute in his eyes, his love for her only growing stronger. There were many things he wanted to say. But he knew very well that words were not enough in this situation.

“Well… I guess I simply have to show you, how much I want you.” He breathed in her ear before proceeding to nimble it, causing her to shudder.

Camelia looked curiously as Sol stood up and went to his drawer before coming back with a sleeping mask in hand.

“You can say no, you know? Just in case, let’s say the safe word this time is war. Say the word and I will immediately stop.” Sol had no plan to go heavy in the SM today. Just a small play but just in case, it was always good to have a way to stop things. In a SM play, the one in control should always be the M.

Sol was very careful on this as he knew that Camelia had once been truly blind, and he did not wish to arouse trauma in her.

He covered her eyes with the sleeping mask he had specially prepared for this very occasion.

“From now on, you don’t need to worry about anything; just leave everything to me.”

Camelia's heart drummed violently against her chest, an erratic rhythm, after losing her sight. The raw sensuality in Sol’s voice did not help. Her excitement and shame were at an all-time high.

“Sol…”

She spoke but got no answer. The only thing she could hear was the rustling of clothes, which told her that he was disrobing himself. For a King-ranked being like Camelia, all her senses were extremely sharp, and the loss of her eyesight only sharpened those senses further.

She didn’t know what Sol had in mind for her, but she held no doubt that this night was going to be absolutely wild.