Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Luluane’s lips parted as she took him in, her movements driven by an unfamiliar yet irresistible force. Her eyes closed, and a shiver ran down her spine—not from fear, but from something deeper, something primal. The air between them thickened, heavy with unspoken desire, and her breath quickened as she surrendered to the moment.
This was no mere act; it was a ritual, ancient and sacred, as if her body had become a vessel for something beyond her control. The force guiding her felt almost divine, and she couldn’t—wouldn’t—resist.
”Uuh… nnh, ah…”
(Shinji-san, you’re so still… yet I feel your presence everywhere… ♡)
His soft exhales, the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his skin—it all pulled her deeper into the moment. Her movements were deliberate, almost worshipful, as if she were unlocking a secret long hidden within herself.
Even as an Apostle, a woman who had faced horrors beyond imagination, Luluane felt something new here. Something raw. Something that made her heart pound and her skin flush.
(How can something feel so… right? ♡ If I go further, what will I discover…? ♡)
Her curiosity was a flame, burning brighter with every passing moment. Her hand drifted downward, as if drawn by an invisible thread, and her fingers brushed against the edge of her tunic. The fabric felt heavy, restrictive, and with a swift motion, she shed it, baring her skin to the cool air.
Her body was a map of her struggles—scars that told stories of battles won and losses endured. Yet, in this moment, she felt beautiful. Powerful. Alive.
”Shinji-san… are you still asleep?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Because if you don’t wake soon… I’m going to take this step, whether you’re ready or not…”
She discarded the last of her garments, her movements graceful yet urgent. She straddled him, her hips lowering onto his waist, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.
Her body pressed against his, and she felt a connection forming—a bond that went beyond words. Her breath caught in her throat as she began to move, her hips rocking in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
With each movement, she felt him more acutely, his presence filling her senses. Her moisture coated the space between them, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he could feel it too.
But he remained still. Freri’s sleeping powder was too strong, though Luluane didn’t know this. Frustration bubbled within her, but she refused to let it stop her.
In her fantasies, she had imagined him waking up, taking control, sweeping her off her feet. She wanted to be pursued, desired, cherished. But reality was different. She was the one taking the lead, and there was no turning back.
”Time’s up,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Shinji-san, I… I can’t wait any longer. ♡ Nn-uuu…h!”
She guided him to her, feeling a fullness that stole her breath away. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she couldn’t stop herself from gasping.
”Uu…h, ah…h!”
As she lowered herself fully, his eyes snapped open. Shock registered on his face as he realized what was happening. Luluane’s expression was one of pure, unfiltered emotion, her breath hitching as she spoke.
”I…h, ah, Shinji-san… are you… awake?” she asked, her voice soft but urgent. “You’re so late… honestly… ♡”
”Wh-?! Luluane-san, what is…!” Shinji-san stammered, his voice cracking.
”Can’t you tell just by looking? I took the initiative, Shinji-san,” Luluane replied, her grin both apologetic and triumphant. “I’m sorry… I just couldn’t hold back anymore… ♡”
She looked so radiant, so alive, that Shinji-san found himself at a loss for words. She was straddling him, their connection undeniable, and the evidence of her sincerity was clear. Her body moved instinctively, as if seeking to deepen their bond.
And so, it was only natural that she began to move her hips—with a rhythm that felt both primal and tender. Her movements were fueled by her emotions, sending waves of sensation through her.
”Ah… ♡ This… this feels so right… Ah! ♡” Luluane moaned, her voice dripping with emotion.
”Hah… that… that movement…!” Shinji-san groaned, his voice hoarse.
Shinji-san was at a loss for words, witnessing movements that felt beyond her years. He braced himself, his body responding to hers. Above him, she swept back her long purple hair, her motions relentless yet tender.
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Summary:
Under the influence of lewd magic planted by Lechary, the virgin Apostle Luluane performs expert fellatio and m**urbation on the sleeping Shinji. Despite her initial desire for him to lead, his deep sleep from Freri’s powder forces her to take the initiative. She ultimately straddles him and takes his virginity while he is still half-asleep, causing him to wake up in a state of shock as she begins to ride him with uncharacteristic skill.
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Trivia:
- Luluane’s expertise is entirely artificial, provided by a subconscious ‘program’ from the succubus Lechary.
- Shinji is drugged by Freri, which is why he didn’t wake up from the oral stimulation alone.
- Luluane has battle scars on her body, contrasting with her ‘maiden’ status.
- The blood on the sheets confirms the loss of her virginity is permanent and real despite the magical circumstances
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Character Insight:
Luluane displays a conflict between her ‘pious’ self-image and a desperate, burgeoning love that justifies her ‘attacking’ Shinji. The magic doesn’t just make her horny; it removes her inhibitions and grants her ‘practical’ s*xual skills to ensure success.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author notes that this ‘sleep-rape’ scenario was a specific request or popular trope among readers, referred to as ‘reverse-rape style’.
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TL Notes:
2 ↩ Sumata: A Japanese term for intercrural s*x or thigh-rubbing.
Notes:
• Luluane – Female. An apostle of a different goddess. She has long, flowing hair and a pale complexion. She is sincere and remorseful for the accidental summoning, repeatedly apologizing and showing genuine concern. Her relationship with Shinji is initially tense but becomes more relaxed as they work together. She is also a summoner and has a close bond with her disciples, who see her as an older sister figure.
• Lechary – Shinji’s adoptive mother from a different dimension (the Demon King’s world), now acting as the herald of a Demon King who has accidentally invaded Shinji’s world.
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