Gon's Harem System
Chapter 132: Meeting Celia again (18+)

Chapter 132: Meeting Celia again (18+)

The soft glow of oil lamps flickered along the stone walls of the castle’s guest chamber, casting a warm, amber light across the tangled sheets where Gon had just spent himself with Ana and Elsa, two of the castle’s maids.

The air hung heavy with the faint musk of their passion, a heady blend of sweat and desire that clung to the linens like a second skin.

As he stirred from his sated haze, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their eager hands and willing mouths, he reached out instinctively, only to find the bed empty.

The maids had slipped away into the night, leaving behind nothing but the echo of their playful giggles and the lingering warmth of their bodies pressed into the mattress.

He sat up, running a calloused hand through his tousled hair, his rod still half-hard, pulsing with the memory of their touch.

With a low grunt, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled on a pair of breeches, the rough fabric chafing against his sensitive skin.

Stepping out into the corridor, the cool night air brushed against his bare chest, raising goosebumps along his arms.

The passage was lined with sconces, their flames dancing steadily behind glass shields, casting a dim but consistent glow that painted the stone walls in shifting shadows.

The castle was quiet, its vastness swallowing sound, save for the faint, distant clatter of a servant’s footsteps echoing somewhere deep within its sprawling halls.

Gon moved silently, his bare feet padding against the cold floor, the flickering light guiding his way.

As he rounded a corner, his gaze caught on a figure illuminated by the soft, golden light of a handheld lantern.

It was Celia, the castle’s nurse, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of midnight silk.

She was a vision, slim and graceful, her body a delicate symphony of curves, with moderate breasts that pressed gently against her bodice and a moderate, firm ass that swayed subtly with each step.

Her beauty was understated yet arresting, a quiet elegance that struck Gon like a blow to the chest, stealing his breath and stirring something deeper than the raw lust he’d indulged earlier.

"Celia," he called, his voice low and rough from the night’s exertions, carrying a gravelly edge that made her pause.

She turned, her dark eyes meeting his, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her full lips.

"Gon," she said softly, her tone warm but tinged with surprise. "I didn’t expect to see you wandering the halls at this hour."

He stepped closer, the sconces’ light catching the hard planes of his chest.

"I could say the same of you. What brings you here with a lantern?"

She lifted the small device slightly, its glow supplementing the ambient light of the corridor.

"I came to check on the duke," she explained, her voice steady but soft. "His health has been frail these past weeks, and I needed extra light to see him properly in his chamber. The corridors are lit, but his room is kept dim for his rest."

Gon’s brow furrowed, a flicker of concern cutting through the lingering haze of desire.

"Is he all right?"

Celia’s smile widened, gentle and reassuring.

"He’s fine, Gon. Don’t worry. His breathing is steady, and the fever has broken. He’s sleeping soundly now."

Relief washed over him like a tide, loosening the tension in his shoulders.

He nodded, but his eyes lingered on her, drinking in the way the lamplight played across her features, high cheekbones, a delicate jaw, those fathomless dark eyes that seemed to see straight through him.

It was a different kind of pull than what he’d felt with the maids, something richer, more profound.

"Good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "That’s good."

A beat of silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken tension, the air crackling with possibility.

Then, almost without meaning to, the words slipped out.

"I’ve missed you, Celia."

Her eyes widened slightly, a flush creeping up her neck, staining her pale skin with a soft pink.

"Gon..." she breathed, her voice trembling just enough to betray her.

"I mean it," he pressed, closing the distance until he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, the faint scent of herbs and lavender clinging to her skin. "With everything, the duke, the guests, the endless chaos of this place, I’ve missed you."

She didn’t pull away.

Her lips parted, a shaky breath escaping, but before she could form a reply, Gon leaned in, capturing her mouth with his.

The kiss started slow, tentative, a question asked in the press of lips, but it deepened as she melted against him, her lantern slipping from her grasp to clatter softly onto the stone floor beside a sconce.

Her hands found his chest, fingers curling into his skin, and he groaned into her mouth, a guttural "Mmm" that vibrated through them both.

The taste of her, sweet and wild, ignited a fire in his veins, hotter and fiercer than anything he’d felt before.

He guided her backward, their lips still locked, steering them toward a secluded alcove where the sconces’ light faded into shadow.

The corridor narrowed here, framed by a heavy tapestry that muffled sound, and he pressed her against the cool stone wall, his hands roaming her slim frame.

She gasped, a soft, needy "Ohh," as he trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, his rod straining painfully against his breeches.

"Celia," he rasped, dropping to his knees before her.

He lifted her skirts, bunching the fabric around her hips, and she trembled as the cool air kissed her bare skin.

Her core was already glistening, a sight that made his mouth water, and he didn’t hesitate.

He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her with a hunger that bordered on worship.

"Ohh, Gon!" she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he licked her, slow and deliberate, savoring the slick heat of her core against his tongue.