Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 433: The Progenitor’s Privacy 18+

Even for me, carrying someone all the way to the top of the castle would have been too much.

But Tyr, nestled in my arms, subtly used her darkness to support herself, making the journey to her chambers effortless.

The door was tightly shut, but as we approached, it swung open on its own. Tyr’s darkness.

I headed straight to her bed and unceremoniously tossed her onto it.

Thump.

Tyr landed lightly, bouncing just once before settling onto the mattress.

She still held her arms folded over her chest, silently staring up at me.

“...Hughes. This is a bit... sudden.”

“Sudden? Tyr, you’ve been wanting this for a while now, haven’t you? Don’t deny it. I’m sensitive to people’s desires—I can tell.”

In fact, Tyr had been expecting—no, wanting me to be the one to take the lead.

Even now, as I acted forcefully, she wasn’t resisting.

She was subtly helping me.

That alone told me everything.

As I rolled my shoulders and shrugged off my coat, I spoke.

“Well then, Tyr. Let’s start... our privacy.”

Tyr, who had been shifting uncomfortably with trembling eyes, finally shut them tight and murmured.

“...It’s my first time, so... please be gentle....”

“It’s not your first time.”

For a split second, Tyr’s thoughts spun.

She assumed I was talking about my own experiences.

And in this crucial moment, I had chosen to bring them up.

That alone was enough to fill her with disappointment.

Her expression turned icy in a flash.

But that wasn’t what I meant.

I quickly cleared up the misunderstanding.

“What I mean is—this is simply an extension of restoring your senses. You’ve experienced it several times before.”

The moment she realized her mistake, her emotions rebounded just as quickly.

Tyr took a moment to suppress her embarrassment, then asked again.

“...My senses?”

“Yes. Right now, you’ve only regained sensation above your shoulders. Of course, something still feels missing. I was going to let you enjoy things at your own pace, but... since you want it now.”

I pulled a card from my sleeve.

Spade 7, Lightning Tangle.

Upon recognizing the symbol, Tyr sighed in disappointment.

“...So that’s what you meant by privacy.”

“Well, reviving your senses is a very private matter, isn’t it?”

“...I suppose....”

There was no hiding the subtle displeasure in her voice.

Before, she would have simply internally noted that things weren’t as she expected.

But now, her emotions were so vivid that disappointment and expectation mixed together in a way she couldn’t suppress.

Even so, this was still what Tyr had wanted.

With a faint pout, she perched herself on the bed.

“...I see. You really do have a way of toying with people.”

“Toying? What were you imagining?”

“...Forget it! Let’s just finish this quickly.”

She sounded irritated.

I sat beside her, letting the card rest against my palm.

Then, without hesitation, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap.

Like before, I held her from behind, my arms encircling her.

Long ago, she would have panicked, but by now, she was used to this.

“...Hughes?”

“Oh. Tyr. I forgot to warn you.”

Beneath her swept-up hair, her pale nape was visible.

It was as delicate as porcelain, as though the slightest touch could shatter it.

Even after regaining her heart, she still seemed fragile.

As I traced her colorless skin, I whispered.

“Tyr. I am the King of Humans.”

“...I know.”

“No. Just as you do not truly know yourself, humans do not truly know each other. That includes me.”

Tyr shivered under my touch.

I continued.

“To claim to ‘understand’ something is inherently arrogant and presumptive. There are countless humans in this world—how can anyone claim to understand all of them?”

If humans truly understood one another, we wouldn’t need mind-reading.

We would be able to create and control others however we pleased.

But my power was nothing so omnipotent.

I could only read thoughts, memories—nothing more.

“People say things like ‘inhuman’ or ‘lacking humanity’—but those are just labels. Tyr, even if you lived for a thousand years without a heartbeat or sensations, even if you drank the blood of others and were branded a heretic by the Holy Council—you were still human. Simply a different kind of human.”

I tightened my arms around her.

And with a wistful sigh, I murmured:

“...That’s why I never wanted to change you.”

Tyr stiffened.

“...Then why did you restore my heart and senses?”

“Because you wished for it—and you tried to change yourself.”

Her pale skin was like a blank canvas.

Any mark left upon it would stand out starkly, like the first footprints on untouched snow.

It made me feel slightly guilty, but...

Even so, I had to move forward.

“Tyr, you were willing to expose your heart to others to change. And you succeeded—with the help of your subordinates. But because of the homunculus dilemma, you were unable to act entirely on your own will. So... I simply helped a little.”

“...You helped me move on my own?”

“Yes. As King of Humans, I am also your king. That means I could bypass the homunculus dilemma. At that moment, I was your representative.”

As I spoke, my hand traced the curve of her collarbone.

Her thin flesh barely concealed the delicate ridge of bone beneath.

When I slid my fingers lightly into the hollow there, Tyr’s body tensed.

“This time is the same. I can help you reclaim your senses—but I don’t want to restore all of them at once.”

“...W-Why not?”

“Because it would feel as if I were changing you—as if I were imposing my will on you. And as the King of Humans, I cannot allow that.”

This was difficult.

A King of Beasts could still be a mere observer.

But what if the observer interfered with the beasts?

If the King of Humans altered humanity itself... then what would the King of Humans be?

At its most extreme—if I chose to wipe out all of humanity, then I, too, would cease to exist.

Even now, I was facing the same dilemma.

Tyrkanzyaka, the Progenitor of Vampires, was practically a deity—a being who had shaped an entire era.

If I changed her, the world itself would change.

That was why I hesitated to alter anyone.

“Humanity. Human nature. What it means to be human. Those are all such strange concepts. If someone ‘lacks humanity,’ does that make them not human? If they are ‘inhuman,’ does that make them a beast? Humans aren’t evolving into something else. They are what they are. Simply being is enough.”

Tyr was speechless.

Perhaps it was because of my words—

Or perhaps it was because of my touch, the way my fingers brushed against her skin, the way the lightning crackled beneath it, leaving faint, fleeting traces of warmth.

Finally, after much hesitation, she managed a single response.

“...So that is why you despise the Holy Council.”

“Exactly. They are obsessed with defining what humanity should be.”

With each brush of my fingertips, her pale flesh momentarily regained color, only to fade once more.

Her senses had partially returned, but distance from the head seemed to make restoration harder.

I would have to be stronger.

“...I’ll restore as much as possible—to how it was when you were alive.”

I poured lightning into her body.

Even though I hadn’t applied much force, Tyr’s body shuddered violently.

"Uhh."

'Wow, Hughes' hands are pretty big. With just two hands, they cover my neck and chest...'

I still hadn't touched anywhere yet. But it was clear there was more to come, so Tyrkanzyaka let out a small sigh and looked down at my hand. A soft gasp echoed in the room as I gradually lowered my hand. Slowly, but surely.

"Ah..."

'It’s moving lower... If this keeps going, it’ll reach farther down.'

Thud. I tried to move further down, but my hand got caught on Tyrkanzyaka's dress. The elegant gown exposed her collarbones but refused to allow anything lower. It was a garment of noble blood, meant to be untouched, and not even a gaze should fall on it. The black dress fulfilled its purpose of concealing Tyrkanzyaka's fair form.

However, I boldly ventured deeper.

"...!"

Tyrkanzyaka's gown transformed into a card and slid off. Beneath the dark dress, her upper body was now fully revealed in the dim light. Tyrkanzyaka, startled, hastily tried to grab the slipping card, but that was a futile attempt, like trying to hold water in your hands. The once-gown slipped through her fingers. In an instant, Tyrkanzyaka was left naked, tightly closing her eyes.

‘Wait a second. Was I too hasty? Is it okay to go this far? What should I do?’

In the faint light, Tyrkanzyaka's skin looked as if it were glowing, a pure white sheen. Beyond her slender shoulder, a breast, barely concealed by her arm, peeked out. I grasped Tyrkanzyaka's wrist, pulling it down, and whispered.

"Relax."

'Relax? I’m already plenty tense! How could I not be? Your hand is about to start teasing me...!'

I swallowed hard. Tyrkanzyaka and I, both, could feel the barriers that had once concealed us slowly disappearing. Tyrkanzyaka, as if resigned to it, closed her eyes and replied.

"I’m... doing that."

Tyrkanzyaka, the noble and powerful progenitor vampire, often described as a flower on the edge of a cliff, was now in my arms, revealing everything. I carefully but surely extended my hand, following the curve of her chest.

'It’s touching...'

Her full, rounded chest filled my hand. The soft, warm sensation against my palm felt pleasant. However, Tyrkanzyaka trembled slightly, her shoulders shaking at the unfamiliar touch.

She still lacked full sensation. The trembling shoulders, the slight shiver, were reactions born from psychological resistance. She was simply caught up in the atmosphere, the act itself. Tyrkanzyaka didn’t fully feel it, not yet.

...At least, not yet.

"Heh."

I contained lightning in my hand, gently caressing Tyrkanzyaka’s body. From the bottom to the top, areas I touched began to flush with color. The sense of defiling such a pure, white canvas stirred a wicked excitement in me.

‘The touch is rough. It’s different from before. Hughes... can he feel it? Everywhere his hands touch... something’s there. It’s a tingling, strange sensation, digging into my body...’

This was just like when I revived other senses. But it wouldn’t remain the same from here on out.

I briefly pulled my hand away. The lightning from the Thunderwheel flickered, so intense that I could see it flowing out. The strands of lightning even flashed brightly between my fingers.

With more powerful lightning coursing through my hands than ever before, I grasped Tyrkanzyaka’s body fiercely.

"Ha?!"

Then, Tyr's body jolted.

The unfamiliar sensation made Tyr blink in confusion. The hand she saw before her seemed to be toying with a slightly sensitive area, but it wasn't much different from how things had been until now. A pleasant touch that transmitted a feeling to the spot it made contact with.

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But this time, the sensation was different. Unlike taste or smell, which are meant to be differentiated, this was simply a tactile feeling. However, the intense, one-dimensional sensation shot through the sensitive area, creating a complex shape that stunned her.

Tyr, unable to recognize that this sensation was of a more intimate nature, could only moan softly.

"Ugh... This is... strange, isn't it? Ugh... this..."

"It's only the beginning."

"Be...ginning?"

"Yes. We're far from the head, so... a stronger stimulus is needed here."

Though I tried not to show it, my own breath was growing slightly more ragged. After all, this body was still human.

There was no need to hold back. Where my desires led would soon be reflected in Tyr's sensations. I drew more of the lightning's power, gently caressing her chest to find the sensitive spots. It felt small and soft, still unresponsive, as she hadn't yet fully experienced the sensation of pleasure.

"It's fine. After all, that's what I'm here for, with this lightning."

Carefully, I toyed with the area around it, and before Tyr could even respond... I pressed the tip hard with two fingers.

A moment later, Tyr's eyes widened in response.

"Hahhh?!"

A sensation of pleasure, unlike anything she had ever felt, overwhelmed Tyr like a tidal wave. Her back arched so sharply that it seemed like it might snap, and her delicate body shook violently. Though only part of her body was still sensitive, every inch of it was reacting uncontrollably.

‘Wait, wait, wait. Something... wait.’

Tyr felt a sense of fear from the pleasure she had never experienced before. The sensations building from my fingertips were completely reshaping her. The unknown brings fear with it. Tyr gasped in distress from the shock shaking her head.

"Hey?! Wait. Stop. Something's... wrong...!"

"It's normal."

I whispered again, pinching her chest. Tyr’s voice faltered, unable to form words, and turned into a moan instead. A pitiable tremor could be felt at the tips of my fingers.

"This is the most sensitive area, so I’ll need to use the lightning a bit more forcefully."

"Ahh, stop. This is... nnngh...!"

‘This is strange. I don’t know. I don’t get it. But... I don’t mind... just, a little more.’

I’m more inclined to read the heart than the words. She may say no, but if her heart says otherwise...

With all the strength I had, I squeezed down, as though I was going to make it burst.

The lightning struck. In my hand, and within Tyr’s mind. Her body, now fully heightened, accepted the sensation of my lightning without resistance. Even for Tyr, it might have been too intense. She bit her lips tightly, her body curling up as she endured the sensation that lay somewhere between pain and pleasure.

"Ahh...!"

"It might be a little intense. Hold on."

"It hurts. Hah...! Wait, this...! Aagh!"

With one more firm squeeze, Tyr stopped mid-sentence, shaking her head desperately. Her body twitched in a pitiful manner, trying to trap itself as she clung tightly to me.

If Tyr had used a bit of her strength, she could easily escape from my grasp.

"Stop, stop it...!"

‘Just a little more...!’

Trembling, desperately shaking her head, even trying to grab my hand to stop me, she never truly attempted to pull away.

"Hahhh... Hah...! This is... too much...!"

‘...I want to feel more...!’

Tyr didn’t stop, and neither did I. I relentlessly teased her petite chest. Enjoying the soft sensation, I buried my face in the nape of her neck. When I lightly bit the skin that emitted no scent at all, her nape trembled.

“Hu, huuh! This, this is weird...!”

“Strictly speaking, it’s normal to have some sensation.”

“That’s not what I meant, haah! Ugh, ah. Ugh.”

Tyr stopped mid-sentence and shook her head repeatedly.

I pulled once, then swept up, and tightened my grip again. I played with the skin of the progenitor, untouchable by anyone, like a toy. At the same time, I toyed with the fruit hanging at the tip of her chest.

Before I knew it, Tyr’s end had ripened, just like the fruit. The sensation had more than fully returned.

That was quicker than I expected. No need to touch it anymore.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently lifted her, making her face me. Suddenly, Tyr, who found herself exposed in front of me, shyly turned her head slightly. Not that it helped in hiding anything.

Her snow-white skin, delicate flesh. Though it looked sculpted, her body was soft. Beautiful, and now with a face full of vitality. Even though I had felt it when I embraced her from behind, seeing her from the front gave me a new sense of appreciation.

As I slowly admired Tyr's naked form, my gaze was drawn to the red fruit hanging on the hilltop. In that moment, I felt an impulse, and I parted my lips, gently biting into the fruit.

“......!!”

Tyr’s arm wrapped around my head. In a moment of instinctive action, I found my face buried in Tyr’s chest. Unable to pull away or shift my head, I inhaled her faint scent. Could I really be intoxicated by such a subtle fragrance? Almost as if entranced, I crushed Tyr’s nipple with my teeth.

With a pop, the juice exploded. Tyr, gasping for breath, tilted her head back and trembled.

“Hahhhhhh.”

It seems the shock from the lightning was a bit too intense. Something that wasn’t supposed to come out did. I was momentarily startled by the liquid flowing into my mouth, but with no way to react, I simply swallowed it down. Surprisingly, it was sweet.

It was an ironic thing. A vampire who sucks human blood. And here I was, a human, drinking that very fluid. As I smiled and pulled away, the liquid stretched between us, dripping slowly. As the sweetness faded, my body yearned for more, but it was fine. There was still one left.

I lifted my head and looked at Tyr, who was weakly leaning against me.

“Tyr.”

“Hugh...”

"Even just your chest is like this. Do you think it's alright if I go further?"

Her face, faintly flushed, was seductively alluring. The mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and happiness created a hue that was impossible to define. Tyr answered with a voice that trembled painfully.

It was unfamiliar. It was bewildering. It was painful. It was hurtful and frightening. The sensation that shook both body and mind would surely transform me into something else, into a completely different being than I had been until now.

At first, Tyr was an anomaly walking around. For someone who had already died once, the boundary between the world and herself had become blurred. I revived her heart and, where only ruins remained, I built walls and created a room.

But that alone was not enough. A room, completely enclosed, was no different from a coffin. So, I made a window. When light poured in and the wind began to blow, the room would shake—an opening that would let in the world, a window named sensation.

Though Tyr had a breeze, in the end, what I created was myself. I had turned this doll into a human, breathing life into her. My greatest creation in this lifetime gazed at me with a smile more lovely than anything.

"I am afraid, and I feel uncertain..."

Tyr slowly lowered her head, pressing her lips to mine. It was a clumsy kiss, but that only made it more stimulating. Having tasted me for a long time, Tyr answered with a face melting in pleasure.

"If you’re the one to do it, Hugh, I would be happy."

The night was short. But the night in the Duchy, hidden by fog, felt endlessly long, with no sun in sight. When this long night ends, the girl who has lived for twelve centuries will no longer be a maiden, but will finally transform into a lady.

The first day ended in the night that held the progenitor’s secrets.