Chapter 162 – Sword Wife (R18)
Neko and Ester lay sprawled on the bed, their bodies completely wrecked, their minds already drifting in the dream realm. Peaceful, limp, used.
And how could they not be exhausted?
They’d been fucked for almost ten hours straight.
The whole room reeked of sex. There was cum—everywhere. On the walls. On the sheets. In their hair. On their bellies and thighs. The air was so thick with the scent of sweat and lust that it was almost suffocating.
But also... kind of addicting.
Noah stood over them, naked, beautiful, skin glistening with sweat. Scratches marked his chest and back—Ester’s nails, Neko’s claws. They had gone feral.
He smiled faintly and leaned down to kiss them both on the forehead. Softly. Lovingly.
"Rest well," he whispered.
And just like that—he vanished.
Four more to go.
’Ah... what a life,’ he chuckled inwardly.
...
Noah reappeared in a simple room. A sword leaned against the side of the bed. It looked well-used. Polished. Like it was cared for.
And there she stood—silver-haired with sword-pupiled. It was unique and beautiful.
Yuki Vaelgrim.
The moment she saw him, she smiled. A soft, warm thing. She stepped closer, her voice quiet but steady.
"I missed you, best friend."
That last word lingered. Best friend.
Because before anything else, that’s what Noah had been to her. The first one to treat her like she wasn’t simple clueless girl. The one who saw her—not just the edge, and the sword freak.
He was the one she wanted to protect for herself. The one she didn’t want any other girl near.
But now? Now she was one of them too. One of his many women.
And as she looked up at him, one question kept crawling back into her mind—louder every time.
"...Can I ever stand as your equal?"
It caught Noah off guard. "Aren’t we already?" he asked, tilting his head gently.
They were just inches apart. She had to look up to meet his gaze—his runic white eyes locked into hers.
Yuki’s voice was steady, but her eyes were burning.
"I don’t want to be your equal just because I’m one of your women, Noah. I don’t want it to be handed to me because you love me."
"I know I’ll never be as strong as you. That’s not what I’m saying."
It was truth. Cold, unfair truth. But truth, still.
How could she be his equal? When he could share everyone’s hard work and multiply it by ten thousand? When he could copy talents, stack them, fuse them until they were perfect?
It was like trying to challenge gravity. You could scream at the sky all you want—it wouldn’t stop the fall.
But oh well, Life wasn’t meant to be fair anyway.
Some are born rich. Others aren’t. Some get beauty. Some get nothing. Some are geniuses. Others have to claw through dirt for scraps and success.
It just is.
But accepting that truth didn’t mean surrender.
Yuki wasn’t trying to beat Noah anymore. She had a different goal now. A real one. One that burned deep and proud in her chest.
"I know you’ll always be stronger," she said, stepping even closer. "But I want to be more than your wife. More than just someone you love."
"Noah... let me be your sword. Let me be the one who strikes down your enemies before you ever have to lift a finger. Let me be the vanguard of your battles."
Her words weren’t empty. Her voice was full of resolve. Not just for Noah—but for the family they were building together.
And being Noah’s sword? That wasn’t some easy romantic fantasy.
This was the Progenitor we’re talking about.
Noah smiled at her, a slow, amused smirk tugging at his lips. ’Damn. Now I just need a maid wife and I’m one step closer from that yandere guy with his harem of full of crazy yandere.’
But jokes aside—this wasn’t something he’d ever say no to.
"You already are, Yuki," he said, softly. "You’re the first Sword Elysiari. You’re already my blade."
Yuki’s face lit up.
She threw herself into his arms and pressed her head against his chest. That tight, firm hug that only meant one thing—I’m yours.
That was the difference between Elijah and him.
Elijah became Justicia’s sword. He bent the knee.
Noah never bowed. He didn’t become anyone’s anything.
And yet—here we are. Yuki choosing to be his sword.
Not because he asked. Not because he ordered it.
But because she wanted to.
That meant everything.
Yuki looked up. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, eyes drifting to Noah’s lips. And Noah got the message instantly.
He leaned in and kissed her.
It was soft. Gentle. Not rushed.
They undressed slowly. Together. Like they were used to it. Like they knew every curve, every inch.
And soon, Yuki lay beneath him—naked.
Her body was a damn marvel.
Unlike the others, Yuki trained like a warrior monk. She didn’t have cute curves or dainty limbs—her body was cut. Toned muscle everywhere. Eight-pack abs. Tight waist. Her ass? Sculpted. Firm and round. It screamed hours of hip thrusts and Bulgarian splits.
Noah swallowed hard.
’Fuck. Do I have a thing for muscle girls now?’
No time to dwell on it.
There was a goddess waiting.
Noah pounced.
He kissed her like a starving man—biting, licking, tasting every inch. His fingers dipped into her wetness as he spread her legs, inhaling her scent like it was oxygen.
Then he dove in. Mouth on her pussy. Tongue deep. Licking, teasing almost worshipping.
Yuki was trembling already. Her moans low, strained. She gripped the sheets, her chest rising and falling fast.
But Noah wasn’t done.
He licked his way up. Kissed her abs. Her sternum. Her collarbone. Her neck.
And then, once face to face with her—
He slid in.
Yuki gasped. Her whole body arched.
Her pussy was absurd. Tight. Soft. Firm. It gripped him like a vice, but also welcomed him in. Like she was made for him.
Noah groaned. Loud.
This—this was heaven.
He fucked her slow at first. Let her get used to it. Let the stretch turn into heat. Pain into pleasure.
And when she started moaning louder, when her nails dug into his back—
He picked up the pace.
Yuki was his sword—but tonight, she was also his protein.
And he was going to devour every inch of her.
Hours passed. And still he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Her body was just too perfect. That kind of training, that dedication—it was fucking addicting.
So Noah didn’t stop not even for a second, he fucked harder and harder.
Because a good warrior knows:
You don’t waste premium fuel.
And Yuki?
Yuki was the finest goddamn protein he’d ever tasted.
By the end, she was limp. Sweaty. Sprawled beneath him with a fucked-out smile on her face, her eight abs twitching.
And Noah?
He collapsed beside her with a satisfied groan, chest heaving.
"Damn..." he muttered, chuckling under his breath.
Ah goodness...
...I’m letting too many intrusive thoughts win, aren’t I?
—End of Chapter 162—