Fairy Trap

The moment their lips touched, it was just itchy. But when each other’s lips lightly rubbed and the heat of each other harmonized, the tongue that protruded through Sethian’s lips filled Yi-Gyeol’s mouth.

“Hnn…, Mnn….”

As soon as Sethian began to stir inside, Yi-Gyeol’s eyes fluttered wildly and a strange moan came out. His face, which had been reddened by the influence of the bath, was covered with even more heat and quickly spread to his ears. Yi-Gyeol’s hand, which held tightly to the hard arm around his waist, trembled as much as his long eyelashes.

His tongue, which has become much softer than when they first kissed, reacted in time as soon as the hot flesh wrapped around it and reacted to every way the other wills it to, scratching and tickling. Sometimes, he’ll relax and also try to move on his own after some hesitation.

Sethian gently rolled Yi-Gyeol’s tongue as if handling a small fruit, and when he felt that each other’s breaths were hot enough, kissed a little rougher and deeper. He bitingly pulled the tip of his tongue out and kneaded it so fast that Yi-Gyeol couldn’t get his mind around. Then, he went deep inside and stroked the surface of the throat entrance in a circular motion a couple of times. Yi-Gyeol’s body continuously trembled, and his hazy eyes filled with excessive heat.

“Hng, uung…!”

Sethian tapped the roof of Yi-Gyeol’s mouth with the tip of his tongue as if knocking, then quickly and strongly stroked the curved skin just below the teeth. Yi-Gyeol’s thin waist twisted as if trying to escape from within the arms that were holding him, but by the time Sethian thoroughly stirred to the bottom of his tongue, he was already completely drained and trembling to the point of pitifulness.

Yi-Gyeol’s legs numbly gathered together and twitched several times. He raised his knees and slightly twisted his lower body. With both hands, he pressed firmly between his crotch as if to cover something.

Sethian lowered his gaze and glanced at it then grabbed Yi-Gyeol’s two wrists in his groin at once and pulled them off. Yi-Gyeol’s hazy eyes flashed in confusion for an instant.

In the place where Yi-Gyeol covered his hands, there was a slightly erect member. Sethian, even though Yi-Gyeol’s bewildered voice intermingled between his moans, was quietly looking down at his thing. The more he attacked Yi-Gyeol’s mouth and dug deep, the more his genitals flinched.

It could also be the excitement and stimulation generated by absorbing vitality, but it felt as if Yi-Gyeol was seducing him. Perhaps it was something Sethian hadn’t noticed since Yi-Gyeol was always wearing clothes until now, so he was attracted even more. Unlike when he was dealing with other people, he even had a strange thought of wanting to touch Yi-Gyeol’s stuff.

Around that time, Sethian suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his tongue and turned his eyes. Even in the midst of excitement, Yi-Gyeol was frowning and biting the tongue that was invading his mouth. The word was ‘biting’, but Yi-Gyeol couldn’t bear to hurt him and couldn’t look straight into his eyes so it turned into a cute munching instead.

Slowly letting go of his lips, Sethian licked the saliva that had flowed down Yi-Gyeol’s panting lips with the tip of his tongue.

“Haa…, You…, Euu….”

The slightly watery eyes were filled with dissatisfaction. Yi-Gyeol was desperately trying to cover his thing by pulling his legs together a little more and twisting while taking a breath.

“Can you… Let go….”

Yi-Gyeol glanced at his two caught wrists, and Sethian gently let go of them. And as expected, both hands went down to his groin and covered his genitals.

“It’s only a natural condition because of vitality.”

“Hey, that…, What natural… If you say it like that….”

With a perplexed expression on his face, Yi-Gyeol doesn’t know where to put his eyes. Sethian, who was staring at it silently, covered the back of Yi-Gyeol’s hands with his own.

“Want me to give you a hand?”[1]

“Nevermind! Don’t do it!”

Yi-Gyeol blushed all the way to the top of his head with no blank spots left, and swiftly declined with a momentum Sethian had never seen before.

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“Sethian successfully…used the Golden Arts?”

Killing intent could be seen at first glance from Zair’s fluttering eyes. The young man in gray robes sitting opposite him nodded lightly, sipping his tea.

Having heard the report about Sethian through the wizard who secretly held hands with him, Zair briefly clicked his tongue and distorted the corners of his eyes. The wizard in front of him was the successor of the current owner of the tower, so he was also the person who saw and recorded everything at that time with his own two eyes, so he couldn’t help but believe it.

‘And it was also what was considered impossible among all soul golden magic….’

The gray robe wizard has taught him all the various types of golden magic there is. Among them, what Zair most coveted was to create such a body with a soul taken from a living human being. The original body is alive but in the state of slumber, and a new body would be realized based on the information from the newly withdrawn soul.

The reason why Zair coveted the magic the most was because the more certain the soul’s information was, the more identical body could be created based on it. In addition, the soul’s information is more perfect when the existing body is alive.

However, Zair didn’t have the perfect soul to make it work.

Usually, once the soul is taken out of the original body, it dies shortly thereafter. This was also a fact that was written and mentioned in countless magic and history books. That’s why even Zair thought that the magic was just a nonsensical magic that the first owner of the tower had scribbled.

In the past, with the help of the gray-robed wizard, he tried to forcefully extract souls from real humans. It is just a high-grade magic that extracts souls from humans unlike the golden arts that require vitality, so he has nothing to be afraid of. However, due to ethical issues, he had to get approval from the Magic Tower.

Every time he used the soul extraction magic, the bodies died one after another. There have been many times when he was frustrated and angry because of that.

‘How the hell did he succeed?’

He has never been successful before.

‘No. To be precise, how did he find a soul to make it successful?’

Zair couldn’t help but think about the golden butterfly that was next to Sethian that day.

It was a butterfly that even Zair, who had seen countless souls, had seen for the first time. The magic that Sethian casted with the owner of the tower must have been to give that butterfly a body.

‘Maybe the reason why that butterfly is golden unlike other souls is….’

Could it be that the butterfly that was with Sethian is actually a soul that escaped from its ‘living body’ for a while?

It may only be a speculation, but considering the golden magic that Sethian casted while demanding the crown prince position, it was a sufficiently probable opinion.

−Are you looking at me right now?

−Do you possess spiritual power or anything? The same goes for Seth, but you’re also quite amazing. How can you even see and touch me?

−Seth can’t see me. But he can hear my voice.

Zair clenched his fists as he thought of the clear voice of the golden butterfly.

“Is Brother Zair even coveting my ghost friend now?”

“Hasn’t Brother said something like this before? That a friend is something that can’t be bought or borrowed.”

“That’s why I also don’t plan on lending my friend to anyone.”[2]

The strong possessiveness and obsession that Sethian showed, who was never greedy with anything.

It seemed like it would be his loss to think deeply about this and that, as it was Sethian who has not even a single humanity in him and not someone else, but this time he felt different. The emotions Sethian showed toward the golden butterfly were extremely human.

‘It’s also illogical.’

He doesn’t know exactly what kind of feelings Sethian has for the golden butterfly, but it was clear that he cherished it a lot as he had used golden arts for it.

With a sigh of dissatisfaction, Zair stretched out his stiff hand. The imagination of the golden butterfly staying in it made him sickeningly greedy.

That the body is still alive even if the soul has escaped. That is because the ‘soul’, not the ‘body’, is special. Since it instinctively preserves the vitality of the original body, it’s not possible to maintain being in the soul state for a long time, but it has that much perfect information. It was valuable information that was not depleted enough to create countless numbers of the same body as the original.

With ordinary souls, even if they have just been removed from their living bodies, the information they carry is already fragmented. So it was impossible to recreate the body they originally used with magic, and the best way was to make a ‘human-like body’ in the end. If you look closely at it, anyone will be able to tell that it is not a ‘human’ but just a body that was sloppily copied as one.

However, a living soul had certain information about the body it originally contained, and it was possible to create a body based on it. As a result, a perfect ‘human body’ that is no different from the original body is born.

Zair imagined when he get his hands on the golden butterfly.

Just based on the information of its soul, he can create, create, and recreate a perfect human body. The soul that would settle in it was another separate soul, but the control over it would belong to him. In addition, brainwashing wandering souls without bodies was never a difficult job for him. The souls under his command will become loyal soldiers as soon as they enter the new body.

Even if the army created is thus killed on the spot, the soul does not die. When the body dies, it’ll just enter a new one with the same appearance and repeats to rise.

With the golden art that creates a body and the golden butterfly with its information, he can create an infinite army that can fight until all his opponents die. With that, he can never be afraid of anyone. Even Sethian, his biggest stumbling block.

Zair raised his eyes and looked at the young wizard sitting in front of him.

The magician to perform the golden arts is prepared, and the throne can be obtained smoothly as it is in its current state.

After all, because of the fact that they tried to assassinate Sethian using Canael, his other siblings will soon fall apart.
 

TL Notes:

(◯Δ◯∥) There are some changes in the words here compared to the original words said in Chapter 15. The author changed the lines and I am just translating them as they are. Please don’t point fingers at me because of it. Hihi. Wow, Zair has a huge hole in his brain, I see…