SSS-Rank Harem Sword: My Lustful Life With Legendary Maidens Chapter 30: The Night With Millia (18 )

That night, the news reached Adonis’ ears.

"So, fate has spoken, huh?" he murmured while looking out the window at the night sky. "Very well then, The Royal Academy shall be the place where my real story begins."

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Mother, is it you?" he inquired.

The voice that replied was soft and tender:

"Young lord, it’s . Millia."

Adonis walked over and opened the door at once.

Millia stood there in her usual black maid uniform, the magical lights on the walls illuminating her beautiful face.

She seed very anxious for so reason.

"Co inside, Millia," he said, stepping aside.

She entered with nervous steps while he closed and locked the door behind her.

She flinched slightly, but did not stop him.

He gestured for her to sit on the soft bed, while he sat on the wooden chair opposite her, facing her directly.

"Now, tell , my love. Why are you so anxious?" he asked gently.

Millia lowered her gaze the mont he asked.

Her fingers twisted the edge of her apron, knuckles paling as she struggled to gather her thoughts. The words seed to choke in her throat, refusing to co out.

Adonis watched her quietly, with the sa gentle face he always wears around her.

"Millia," he called again, more gently this ti. "What’s wrong really?"

That was all it took.

She began to sob quietly.

"You’re— you’re leaving, aren’t you? For the Royal Academy, in the capital city?"

Adonis paused for a mont, then nodded.

"Yes."

Her lips quivered after hearing him.

"That place, it’s filled with nobles, talented people... and... beautiful won."

She clenched her fists tightly, as if finding it difficult to speak.

"But I’m just a servant. I don’t have talent. I don’t have status. I don’t even have the right to stand beside you."

Tears began to fall, one after another, staining the fabric of her uniform.

"I know I shouldn’t think like this. I know it’s selfish..." she said, shaking her head weakly. "But... what if you forget ?"

Adonis’ eyes narrowed slightly.

Millia suddenly stood up and stepped closer, as if unable to hold herself back any longer.

"What if — when you go there, you et people far better than ? What if I beco nothing more than a mory you leave behind?"

Before he could respond, she buried her face into his chest.

Her small hands clutched his clothes tightly, as if he would disappear the mont she let go.

"Please..." she begged in a muffled voice. "Don’t forget . Even if, even if I beco the least important person in your life."

"Even if I’m not the one you care about the most. Even if I’m not special."

Her shoulders trembled as quiet sobs escaped her.

"Just don’t forget , Adonis."

She called him by his first which indicated how hopelessly fallen in love with him.

For a mont, the room fell into silence, broken only by her soft crying.

Adonis sat quietly, feeling the warmth of her tears through his clothes.

Slowly, he raised his hand. And then gently placed it on her head.

"Millia, my words will never be enough. Let prove it to you."

He slowly stood up from the chair and sat next to Millia.

"Wh-what are you going to do, young lord?"

"Shush. It’s Adonis to you from now on. Tonight, I’m going to mark you as my woman so that you never feel like that again."

She shuddered visibly. "Mark as your woman? How would you do that?"

He smiled mischievously. "Like this..."

He brought his face close to hers and then claid her red lips.

No fierceness. Just raw gentleness.

"Mmph~"

He sucked her lower lip, then her upper lip, while she released a muffled moan.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, feeling the genuine love he had for her.

As such, she also began to respond in kind.

She sucked his thin lips like a greedy cat, feeling his warmth and care.

Gradually their bodies joined together, as if they both instinctively sought a deeper connection.

But the clothes got in the way.

Adonis couldn’t wait to see Millia in her naked glory.

As such, he began to undress her.

She resisted for one last ti, but his words proved them futile.

"Millia, we need to beco one. Only then can you understand how much I love you, how much I yearn for you."

Millia didn’t obstruct anymore.

His fingers trembled as he worked the thin ties of Millia’s maid uniform. The fabric parted slowly, sliding down her shoulders with a soft whisper, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of her skin inch by inch.

Moonlight from the narrow window spilled across her, turning every curve silver and shadow.

When all the clothes, including her duido, fell to her waist, her breasts ca into view.

He was stunned at once.

They were full, soft, topped with dusky pink nipples already pebbled from the cool air and the heat of his gaze.

Those soft mounds rose and fell with her quickening breaths, perfect in their gentle heaviness.

Continuing on, as he eased the cloth past her hips, her pussy was revealed before his eyes like a feast.

His nostrils flared.

Her pussy was a neat triangle of dark curls framing plump outer lips. The pink inner folds were already glistening with arousal from their earlier kisses.

His breath turned ragged as the cock in his pants turned rock hard painfully.

For the first ti in two lifetis (once as a grown man who had never truly loved, once now as this boyish body) he was seeing a woman completely naked, completely open, completely his.

His adams apple bobbed.

"Millia. You’re so beautiful that it hurts to look at you."

She turned her look away in sheer embarrassnt.

"Don’t say like that, idiot."

She tried to cover her pussy and breasts. But Adonis caught her wrists gently, guiding them back to the bed.

"No. Let see. Please." he whispered to her ears, making her shiver.

His palms settled over her breasts first. The way he touched them was careful, almost worshipful.

They filled his hands perfectly. Warm, soft, and bouncy.

He brushed his thumbs across her nipples in slow circles, watching them becoming harder under his touch.

"Aghn~" Millia let a soft moan that made him more excited.

"They’re so soft, and heave. Like they were made to fit my hands exactly. Look how they blush when I touch them."

His fingers pinched lightly on the hard nipples, drawing another helpless sound from her.

"Mmph~"

"Your nipples are so pretty, Millia. Dark pink, just like ripe berries. I want to taste them."

Her embarrassnt only increased. Her cheeks beca red as red apple.

She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip hard enough to leave a mark.

"Adonis, don’t say things like that. It’s making embarrassed."