How to Save a Time-Limited Heroine

A truly demonic whisper. Agnes’s words could only be described that way.

Of course, it was a term of admiration.

Deltain admitted it.

That he felt sexual desire for her, that he wanted to lean into that whisper, that Agnes was that attractive.

Her plea was crushing him in a form sweeter than any demon’s whisper.

To be honest, that was the case.

For Deltain, yielding to that whisper as it was would not be a loss.

No, it could even be called a free gain.

After all, taking the first love of everyone, Agnes Levadine, would also be one of the things that made him greater.

But ultimately, that was the problem.

His pride did not allow him to fall for such temptations.

So Deltain spoke.

“… don’t be ridiculous.”

Deltain’s eyes glared sharply.

He directed his furious expression straight at Agnes.

Thud.

Agnes’s body trembled.

She stared blankly at Deltain with eyes full of disbelief.

“… what?”

Her voice, too, was dazed.

Deltain was delighted by her confusion. His pride savored the lowly joy of overturning a situation where he was merely being dragged along. Deltain’s lips twisted into a grin.

“Mistake? Do you think you can control me with such a laughable excuse? Do I look that easy to you?”

“Deltain…”

“Don’t think you can convince me with something like that.”

The room was dark.

Nevertheless, Deltain’s golden eyes blazed brightly.

“Decades. That’s how long I’ve maintained my chastity, hearing even someone like you call me a virgin.”

Deltain was a perfectionist. This concept applied to trials, tests, and even to life and sex, and this ridiculous virginity was something he maintained due to that perfectionism.

So, it couldn’t be given up carelessly.

No, it couldn’t be dismissed as a and given up.

“There are no mistakes. The plans of my life move solely within my choices. I control everything within me.”

Thud.

Deltain roughly grabbed Agnes’s cheek. His hand trembled slightly, unable to fully hide it.

“Therefore.”

Deltain spoke.

“This isn’t a mistake. I’m violating you by my choice, even retracting my words. Because you wanted it, even begged on your knees.”

Do not dare to try to control me.

“Out of pity for the sight of you wagging your tail like a bitch in heat.”

Do not even think about standing above me.

“Just pant without being insolent.”

Know your place.

“Insolent bitch.”

Deltain leaned forward.

*

A hand reached out.

Five fingertips pressed gently on the cheek, followed by the fingers and palm. The contact area started to warm her cheek with a temperature different from her own.

The breath that came out with his words tickled her skin, announcing its presence.

All of it was in a form that tried to engulf Agnes. But what captivated Agnes’s mind was not that.

Her gaze was fixed solely on Deltain’s golden eyes. Even in the darkness, the intensely burning eyes were so strong that she couldn’t focus on anything else.

Agnes recognized this gaze.

She had seen it only once before, the day he suppressed the Magic Flower Actrias. This was the second time, and Agnes felt a white-hot joy, enough to make her mind go blank, that she was the one who elicited such a reaction from him.

The ensuing kiss was like that.

It was rough and inconsiderate. He kissed as if to crush something inferior to him, and all Agnes could do was tense all her muscles as she was pinned beneath him.

The breath that escaped, the heat of his hand on her cheek. The scent of the cold night air that still lingered on his body stimulated all of Agnes’s senses.

The more Agnes’s body tensed, the rougher his movements became. It was not a mere metaphorical engulfing. Deltain bit her lower lip, thrust his tongue in to toy with hers, and when she grew weak and let her tongue out, he bit that too.

He faithfully fulfilled Agnes’s request to be hurt. To the extent her body could endure.

“Ugh…”

Agnes’s hand, which had been stroking the nape of Deltain’s neck, now gripped his cheek tightly. Her slender body trembled and twitched, and her toes, falling off the bed, were fully stretched out, pointing upwards.

Deltain pulled back his lips afterward. Only then did Agnes breathe heavily and look at Deltain. He was looking down at her with an intense desire she had never seen before.

Agnes panted heavily. She felt lust. No, the emotion she felt was far too base to be called a refined word like lust. It was arousal.

Despite the rough kiss being over, her body grew even hotter. Her heart was beating as wildly as it could, and her breath was erratic and scattered. What excited Agnes more was something else.

Agnes felt a hot liquid flowing between her thighs. The fluid that had seemed so unpleasant when she had masturbated before Deltain arrived now, drenching her crotch, gave her a pleasant itch.

Her lower abdomen tightened, and it burned as if tickled by a feather.

“Come to me, quickly.”

“You don’t deserve to ask me for anything.”

Despite his heavy breathing, Deltain rejected her request, making it clear that he would never play along with her desires. His determination was evident. His heart was filled with a desire to retain control, unwilling to give up even a small amount of authority.

Agnes couldn’t help but laugh at that. She felt a sense of life from the intense gaze that seemed to crush her. She experienced a radiant heat that she could never grasp, no matter how much she longed for it.

Agnes’s trembling hand reached out and brushed beneath Deltain’s eye. In front of the only eyes in the world that made her lose her rationality, she became like a dog in training for food. Even as she whimpered at the word , she could only follow her master’s command, just as she had joked about being a bitch.

Agnes moved her legs, running her foot behind Deltain’s thigh while unbuttoning his shirt with her hands. Her gaze remained fixed on his eyes.

Deltain’s smile was crooked.

“Why are you so clingy?”

“Because I’m wet. Because of you.”

“Lewd bitch.”

“Yes, that’s right. I’ve realized it. I will be the lewdest woman in the world in front of you.”

Deltain willingly played along with her service.

“I remember you said mood is important. Do you feel in a mood in this situation? I don’t see it.”

“This is the moodiest moment ever. Because you’re looking at me. I get unbearably excited at times like this.”

“Is this why you told me to look into your eyes?”

“Yes, probably. I loved it when you glanced at me during our consultations.”

As the buttons came undone, Deltain’s body was revealed. Contrary to the expectation of a lean physique, his body was filled with muscles uncharacteristic of a wizard. Agnes smiled with satisfaction, stroking his chest.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You’re not in a position to judge someone else’s body.”

Deltain’s hand reached out and grabbed Agnes’s chest firmly. Agnes arched her back slightly at his touch and let out a short breath.

“There’s nothing to grasp because you’re so thin.”

“Lies… perfect… it’s just the right size for you…?”

Agnes smiled provocatively. She wasn’t just saying it. Despite her slender figure, she had a notably feminine body, with breasts that fit perfectly in Deltain’s hand, a thin waist, and round, soft buttocks that she took pride in.

Deltain let out a chuckle and tightened his grip on her chest.

“Hah…!”

Another breath escaped from Agnes’s mouth. It was due to the pain, but it was a welcome pain. He was delivering just the right amount of pain that her body could endure and enjoy.

“More… more…!”

“I should ask Kaltara to give up her nickname. The real masochist is here.”

Agnes tightly grasped Deltain’s waist. Her strength was negligible, but her determination was clear.

“Don’t talk about other women.”

“Is that a woman?”

“Yes, according to my standards, all females except me are bitches.”

“How gross.”

“So just look at me. If you only look at me, I will never get angry over something like this. I can be the most obedient woman in the world.”

Agnes, her whole body reddened, hugged Deltain tightly.

“… undress me.”

Agnes’s left arm remained wrapped around Deltain’s neck, while her right arm guided his hand to her clothes.

“One button at a time.”

Her voice was soaked in excitement. Her cherry blossom-colored eyes were blurred and dazed. The dark circles under her eyes, always casting a shadow of death, now radiated a decadent charm that captivated him.

Deltain, exhaling a hot breath, moved his hands. One by one, the buttons were undone from the top. As her chest, which had been constrained, was freed, it began to assert its presence.

As two buttons came off, his eyes saw a tightly clenched sternum. When the third button was undone, her cleavage was revealed. As the fourth and fifth buttons came undone, her breasts, previously squeezed upward, were finally freed and relaxed.

“See, they’re big.”

Agnes smiled with her eyes. Deltain did not respond. He just grabbed her breasts.

Agnes giggled and moaned as she felt his hands on her bare skin. As his fingers brushed her breasts and moved toward her nipples, she felt all her senses concentrate on that spot.

The breath she exhaled was hot once again.

“… you know.”

“What.”

“My nipples are pink. The part you’re touching.”

“… so what.”

“Isn’t it nice?”

Agnes said this while burying her face in Deltain’s neck.

“I heard people like it.”

She said, licking his neck. Even as her breasts were being freely molested, she focused solely on that task. It was because the scent she had once found so erotic emanated from that spot.

Sniffing and licking with her tongue, she then puckered her lips to suck and left a mark with her teeth.

It was a marking. She diligently continued to mark him as if to declare to the world that he was hers. Deltain stopped squeezing her breasts and spoke with a chuckle, thinking.

“You really are like a bitch.”

Her actions were no different from a dog’s.