Chapter 118: Completely Drained by the Cantarella (Tragic)
Aeron had to admit that although he thought the System on him, which always made him go deliver himself to his doom, was pretty damn stupid, most of the abilities it gave were still quite valuable.
Except for that goddamn Poison Immunity.
How could someone fall into the same pit twice! Every time he gets tricked, it's the same old story!
Looking at Aeron's expression on the sofa, one that seemed on the verge of tears, the playfulness in Cantarella's eyes deepened even further.
"Honestly, compared to your usual always-in-control demeanor, I much prefer you like this."
"Is the impression I usually leave on you all that bad?!"
Even though Aeron was currently pinned beneath Cantarella, his mouth never stopped moving.
His body might yield, but this tempered will of his would not be defeated! Let the little head see who's really in charge of this body!
Only... in the current situation, his protests seemed somewhat feeble and powerless.
"Of course not, and besides, it's not just me. The others must have similar thoughts to some extent..."
The smile in Cantarella's eyes grew even deeper as she leaned down, her long hair falling on either side of Aeron's cheeks.
"I want to see... what kind of expression lies beneath that unflappable mask of yours~"
As she spoke, Cantarella's fingers gently caressed his face.
Damn, it seems appealing to emotions is useless now.
"C-Cantarella, please calm down first. Not to mention it's daytime, isn't this also not the place for such things?!"
Aeron directly chose to change the subject, trying to persuade Cantarella with reason.
He admitted that as a healthy male, he certainly wasn't opposed to such things, but at least let him rest a bit more!
He just got ganked by the two little ancestors the night before last. A person can't be treated like a faucet to be turned on and off!
But Cantarella showed no intention of getting off him.
"Don't worry, this is our place. As for the time... we have plenty."
At this moment, Aeron deeply realized that reason and logic only work if the other party is willing to listen.
And as Cantarella looked at Aeron before her, she recalled everything they had experienced together since they first met.
She wouldn't dare say she understood everything about Aeron, but she knew how to handle him.
As she had observed, Aeron's fundamental logic was to only do what he wanted to do. If he encountered obstacles, he would find ways to eliminate them.
However, Cantarella had also noticed he had another layer of logic.
From Carlotta, to Cantarella herself, and then to that Rover, he genuinely cared for, even unconditionally trusted, all of them.
And when the two logics of "unconditional trust" and "obstacle" acted simultaneously, he would simply short-circuit.
Just like now.
Cantarella stroked Aeron's face with one hand while the other began unbuttoning his clothes.
Clearly, this wasn't something he wanted to do, but as long as Cantarella didn't stop, he didn't know how to respond.
In the end, getting a handle on him... was much easier than Cantarella had imagined.
"Now, don't think about anything else, just focus on the present. Besides..."
Cantarella's movements were unhurried, her fingertips occasionally brushing against Aeron's skin.
"Didn't you say that meeting us was the happiest time of your life?"
Aeron's face was cradled in Cantarella's hands, his gaze unable to tear itself away from her.
The emotions in her eyes were complex and difficult to decipher; Aeron's overloaded mind couldn't discern what lay within them.
Then, Cantarella leaned down, gently pressing her lips against his earlobe, her warm breath tickling the surface of Aeron's brain.
"So now... let me give you some happiness too, okay?"
"What we're talking about isn't the same thing at all, is it?!"
Aeron preferred to take the initiative himself—how could he possibly yield to something like this?
His will was something even Leviathan couldn't shake in the slightest. But it was just the closeness of warmth, the sweet scent, and this vibrant body...
...Oh no, little brother doesn't seem to be listening to him anymore.
And Cantarella had noticed the change in his body, a knowing and indulgent smile curling at the corner of her lips.
"It seems... someone's body is much more honest than his mouth~"
"C-can we make peace?"
"You mean... now?"
Cantarella gently nibbled on Aeron's earlobe, her free hand immediately disarming Aeron's weapon.
No... I have to think of a way...!
Aeron took a deep breath. If he yielded like this, he'd eventually die at the hands of a woman!
—One times one is one, one times two is two, two times two is four...
"...?"
Watching the suddenly weakened little Aeron in her hand, Cantarella paused for a moment, then gave Aeron a somewhat reproachful look.
On his face now hung that familiar, infuriating expression.
"When the body can't resist... the will will lead me to break through the encirclement!"
"...Should you really be saying something like that right now?"
Cantarella's voice carried a hint of helpless yet amused reproach. Even at a time like this, he still had to act tough—that was just like him.
But she had already prepared so much; she wasn't about to stop now.
Besides...
Cantarella's gaze drifted downward, from Aeron's face down to the necklace hanging around his neck—a gift from Ciaccona.
And... quite a few, not-so-small emergency supplies.
From this alone, Cantarella could guess who Aeron had been busy with earlier.
"Hehe, dealing with those two unrestrained little ones must have been hard on you."
"You can even tell that..."
"Just a guess, but I won't blame them. Just don't think I'll stop~"
"Uh... even if you drain the pond, I think there should at least be some sustainability... right?"
Cantarella chuckled softly, pressing her body slowly against Aeron's slender chest, her hand caressing the marks left from the previous "battle."
The cool air and Aeron's gradually rising body temperature created a subtle contrast, and she was indeed enjoying this peculiar sensation.
"My husband being marked by others... that's a failure as a wife, isn't it?"
"There's no such rule, is there?!" Aeron protested.
"Sush...!"
Cantarella extended a finger, gently pressing it against his lips to silence him.
Her eyes held an almost innocent plea as she tilted her head slightly, her sea-blue hair cascading down. A few strands fell onto his slender chest, lightly brushing against it with her breath.
"But... I want to do this. Is that not allowed, my... dear?"
For a moment, Aeron's mind went blank.
Some say, "Cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness."
But what if both are combined? Wouldn't that be explosive?
Oh no, the little head is about to take over control!
Even noble mathematics couldn't suppress the rush of blood downward. The restlessness he had just suppressed now revived with even greater intensity, growing more fervent.
Little Aeron: Battle mode activated ↑↑↑↑↑↑↑!
Aeron: (Internal screaming)
Jump.
Similarly, Cantarella felt the reaction beneath her, a glint of triumphant mischief flashing in her eyes.
"See... it misses me too..."
Cantarella's voice continued to linger in Aeron's ears, carrying an irresistible temptation.
"After all... we were the first to make a reservation, right?"
"W-well, to be honest, if we're talking about that, it seems like Zani was first..."
"Girlfriend and wife can be different, you know~"
"Please stop saying things that shatter my worldview!"
Cantarella leaned down, pressing her face against Aeron's burning chest. She wrapped her arms around him, closing the distance between them further, listening to his gradually losing control heartbeat.
"Don't be afraid," Cantarella murmured, her fingers sliding to the back of Aeron's neck, gently massaging the muscles there.
"...and don't think of escaping. Tonight... just leave yourself to me. I'll take good care of you, my little sir~"
"W-wait a moment, Cantarella, if we go any further..."
The last shred of survival instinct and reason in his mind strained, barely restoring his language center to its proper function.
"Hmm? You've accepted the gift, eaten the meal, had our heart-to-heart, and even the foreplay is done... are you saying we should stop now?"
Damn, what kind of new-era tactics are these?!
G-gently...
Aeron could say no more. At this point... just enjoy it. There's nothing else to do.
However, this final struggle seemed especially amusing in Cantarella's eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything.
"So obedient~"
Cantarella looked at Aeron's face, now contorted into an embarrassed expression, with an almost doting indulgence, as if watching a stubborn, mischievous child. Then, slowly, she reached out and removed the last layer of obstructive fabric, leaving his body completely exposed before her.
Little Aeron: (Excitement overload!)
Cantarella lowered her head, gently, with infinite affection, nuzzling her flawless cheek against the burning tip.
Aeron: (Mind blown 8000)
Not only the soft sensation, but also watching Cantarella press her beautiful cheek against that spot... brought forth a strange feeling he didn't know how to describe.
Sensing the tremor in Aeron's body, Cantarella lifted her gaze, a hint of amusement and triumphant shyness in her eyes.
"So sensitive~"
Then, she lowered her head once more, extending her tongue to lightly graze the tip like a dragonfly skimming water.
After the initial stimulation, it was fully enveloped by warm wetness. Cantarella adjusted her rhythm and intensity, occasionally meeting Aeron's eyes to confirm his reactions and feelings.
Just as Little Aeron was about to run out, Cantarella suddenly stopped and pulled away.
She wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand, a dangerous glint in her eyes, one hand placed on her lower abdomen as the small room descended with her movement.
...Wait, why does this scene feel familiar?
Aeron gazed at the soft, glowing, mature, and graceful figure before him, with its smooth lines and full flexibility. The ample curves of her chest and her slender, powerful waist formed a striking contrast.
Seeing Aeron had lost the will to resist, Cantarella leaned down again, pressing her forehead against his and rubbing noses.
"Now it's my turn."
Saying this, she adjusted her position slightly, then slowly lowered her hips.
A feeling of fullness spread from within, accompanied by a broken yet deeply satisfied sigh.
"!!!!!"
An equally intense stimulation swept through Aeron's senses.
Whether it was the effect of the "ingredients" in the cake or the compatibility between the two, for Aeron, this time was far more stimulating than any before.
Th-this is way too intense!
Aeron's body instinctively reacted to such strong stimulation. The signal traveled from receptors → afferent nerves → nerve center (spinal cord) → efferent nerves → effectors, forming a reflex at the waist drum.
"Ah...!" Cantarella was startled by the sudden movement, letting out a low cry as her body went limp, collapsing onto his chest.
Her heartbeat was as fast as his, pounding against his chest like a drum. leds
"Bad... boy...…" she panted, playfully biting his collarbone.
"S-sorry...?"
"...I like it~"
"Ha—mmph!"
Lips and teeth pressed together, tongues entwined. Amidst the chaos of his consciousness, Aeron recalled how Cantarella had carried him away from the ocean floor in the deep sea before.
Only... compared to back then, the current situation was far worse in every way.
Like a mother caring for her child, Cantarella held Aeron tightly in her arms, while her movements continued without pause.
Kids, we're really done for this time.
In the end, the only sounds left in the room were panting, moans, and the slapping of skin.
Sweat soaked their skin, and the air was thick with a strong scent mixed with the unique cold fragrance of Cantarella.
Finally, amidst intense shaking and swaying, little Aeron could no longer endure the torment. With a mouthful of white foam, she collapsed, utterly exhausted.
Cantarella slumped weakly onto Aeron's sweat-drenched chest, breathing heavily, her body still trembling with occasional slight convulsions.
Silence once again enveloped the room, leaving only the sound of their still-unsettled breaths. The jellyfish lamp on the carpet glowed faintly, casting a hazy blue light onto the ceiling, like a miniature tranquil deep sea.
After a long while, Cantarella finally stirred, propping herself up to look down at Aeron, whose eyes were closed and consciousness already blurred.
Aeron: (Unable to rise again)
...Seems like I might have gone a bit too far?
Thinking this, Cantarella leaned closer to Aeron, gently pressing her lips to her forehead.
"Next time, I won't do it this way. For now... just rest well~"
...Will there even be a next time for me?