From Trash to Villain Master of Card: With Harem of Evil women-Chapter 76: Adelheid’s Night +18

Hallway to Adelheid’s Room — Midnight, One Day After Strategic Meeting

Kaito was reviewing final reports when a soft knock at the door interrupted him.

"Come in."

Adelheid entered, still in full uniform despite the hour.

But something in her expression was different.

Not the military commander. Not the cold strategist.

Something more vulnerable.

"Commander. I need to talk to you. In private."

Her voice was firm but there was a touch of... nervousness.

Kaito set down the documents immediately.

"Of course. Here or...?"

"In my room. Please."

That was unusual.

Adelheid never invited anyone to her personal space. Not even him.

Kaito nodded, standing.

They walked in silence through empty hallways. Night guards saluted them but didn’t ask questions.

They reached the door Kaito had passed a thousand times but never crossed.

Adelheid unlocked it, holding it open.

"Come in."

Kaito entered.

The room completely surprised him.

He expected something spartan, military. Functional.

Instead he found...

Warmth.

Soft curtains at the windows. A carpet that silenced footsteps. Books—not tactical manuals but novels, poetry—on a small shelf.

And on a desk, framed: a primitive photograph taken months ago. The whole entourage after the battle against Eldric.

Kaito in the center. Adelheid beside him, smiling slightly.

"Your room is... not what I expected."

Adelheid closed the door behind them.

"I am a soldier. But I am also a person."

"I know, it’s just... it surprises me a little. Something new I learn about you."

She walked to the center of the room, turning her back to him.

"Sometimes I forget that. But this room... reminds me."

She turned toward him.

"Sit down. Please."

Kaito sat in the chair by the desk.

Adelheid remained standing, clearly organizing her thoughts.

Finally, she spoke.

"I’ve been talking with the other girls. Lilith, Naporia, Valeria."

"About...?"

"About you. About us. About... what we feel."

Adelheid approached, sitting on the edge of the bed facing him.

"We reached an understanding."

Kaito remembered his conversation with Aria.

"What kind of understanding?"

Adelheid blushed—subtle but visible in the candlelight.

"That we all... want you. In ways that go beyond loyalty or respect."

She paused, searching for words.

"Ways that are... personal. Romantic. Deep."

Kaito felt his heart racing.

"Adelheid..."

"Let me finish. Please."

He nodded.

"We discussed it. Without fighting, surprisingly. And we agreed on... an unofficial hierarchy."

"Because of the time shared. Because of the sacrifices made. Because of... the connection formed."

Adelheid looked directly at him.

"I am first. Not out of superiority. But because of precedence."

"The others accepted that. Lilith said my connection with you is older, more tested. Naporia admitted that I won through time and loyalty. Valeria... is still learning but understands the concept of order."

Kaito processed this.

"So... what does that mean exactly?"

Adelheid stood, approaching.

She knelt before him, placing her hands on his knees.

"It means I’m not asking you to choose me over them. I’m asking you to choose me first."

"First to trust. First to support you. First to... be with you."

Her eyes—normally so controlled—gleamed with raw emotion.

"And if you accept... tonight is mine. Not shared. Not interrupted. Only mine."

Kaito touched her cheek with a trembling hand.

"Adelheid... since I met you, you’ve been..."

The words got stuck.

How to express everything he felt?

"...you’ve been my anchor. My reason. My strength when I had none. My courage when I doubted."

"You were the first person who saw me as more than a mistake or a tool."

His voice cracked slightly.

"You’ve been... everything and more."

Adelheid closed her eyes, tears forming.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Because once we cross this... everything changes."

Kaito leaned in, touching his forehead to hers.

"I’m sure. More sure of this than any decision I’ve ever made."

Adelheid opened her eyes.

And in them, Kaito saw everything she felt.

Love. Fear. Hope. Desire.

"Then... may I kiss you? Properly this time. Not stolen."

Kaito smiled.

"Yes."

Adelheid closed the distance.

Her lips meeting his.

Soft at first. Tentative.

Then deeper as Kaito responded.

Her hands on his neck. His hands on her waist.

Years of unresolved tension dissolving in that kiss.

When they separated, both were breathing heavily.

Adelheid stood, extending her hand.

"Come with me."

Kaito took her hand.

She led him to the bed.

They sat on the edge, side by side.

"Are you sure?" Kaito asked one last time.

Adelheid looked at him with an expression of pure determination.

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life."

She began to unfasten her uniform.

Kaito gently stopped her.

"Let me."

His hands worked the clasps carefully, one by one.

The fabric opened slowly, revealing the pale skin beneath.

Battle scars crossed her torso. Fine bandages covered an old wound still healing.

Kaito touched each mark with his fingertips, tracing the uneven lines with reverence.

"You’re beautiful."

Adelheid laughed softly, a hoarse, warm sound.

"I’m covered in scars."

"Each one tells a story. Of bravery. Of surviving."

"Of living."

Kaito kissed her shoulder softly, his lips brushing the marked skin.

Adelheid shivered, a chill running down her spine.

"Your turn."

She helped Kaito remove his own clothes, pulling his shirt over his head.

Her hands roamed his bare chest, feeling the tense muscles.

When they were both completely vulnerable, they looked at each other.

Not with urgency. With reverence.

Adelheid touched Kaito’s chest, feeling his heart beating fast under her palm.

"Nervous?"

"Terrified."

"Me too."

She smiled.

"But it’s a good fear. Like before battle. Anticipation. Not dread."

Kaito covered her hand with his, intertwining their fingers.

"What do you need? What do you want?"

Adelheid lay back on the sheets, pulling him with her.

"I want you. Present. Conscious. Here with me."

"Always."

Their lips met in a deep kiss, slow at first.

Tongues brushed, exploring with contained hunger.

Kaito moved his hands down her sides, kneading the curve of her hips.

Adelheid arched her back, pressing her firm breasts against his torso.

Her already hardened nipples brushed his skin, sending sparks of pleasure.

Kaito broke the kiss and descended, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck.

He captured a nipple between his lips, sucking with gentle pressure.

His tongue circled the sensitive bud, barely grazing it with his teeth.

Adelheid moaned, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.

"Kaito..."

Her hands slid down, wrapping around his erect, hot length.

She stroked him from base to tip with firm, slow movements, feeling him pulse in her palm.

A drop of pre-cum moistened her fingers.

Kaito groaned against her breast, the sound vibrating against her skin.

He slid lower, kissing her flat stomach.

He parted her thighs gently, exposing her sex, already swollen and glistening with moisture.

His tongue licked through her slippery folds from bottom to top.

He found her swollen clit and circled it slowly, then sucked it gently with his mouth.

Adelheid writhed, a stifled cry escaping her lips.

Kaito slid two fingers inside her hot, tight core.

He curled them, searching for that rough spot that made her tremble.

They pumped in and out, synchronized with the licks of his tongue.

Pleasure grew fast, relentless.

Adelheid tensed, her inner walls contracting around his fingers.

"I’m going to... Kaito!"

The orgasm crashed through her like a wave, her body convulsing as she moaned his name.

Wetness coated his hand.

Kaito rose up, his member red and glistening with saliva and arousal.

He positioned himself between her trembling legs.

The thick head pressed against her soaked entrance.

"Ready?" he whispered against her lips.

"Now. Please."

He pushed slowly, centimeter by centimeter, stretching her, filling her completely.

Adelheid gasped, digging her nails into his back.

She felt full, perfect, united.

Kaito began to move, long, deep thrusts.

Their hips met with a wet, carnal sound.

Adelheid raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist, urging him deeper.

Her breasts bounced with each stroke.

Their eyes met, communicating everything without words.

The rhythm quickened, wild but controlled.

Sweat pearled on their skin, mingling.

Kaito felt her walls tightening again.

"Together... with you," he groaned.

Adelheid’s second orgasm hit her first, strong, making her sex milk his length.

Kaito spilled inside her with a hoarse groan, hot jets filling her until it overflowed.

They remained joined, pulsing, breathing raggedly.

What followed was intimate in ways words couldn’t fully capture.

It wasn’t just physical—though that mattered too.

It was connection.

Two people who had fought together, bled together, built a kingdom together.

Finally allowing themselves to be vulnerable in a completely different way.

Adelheid—always so controlled—letting herself feel fully.

Kaito—always so cautious—allowing himself to simply be.

There were moments of awkwardness. Of nervousness. Of soft laughter when something didn’t go perfectly.

But also moments of perfect synchronization.

When gazes met and communicated without words.

When hands found exactly the places that needed touch.

When breaths synchronized in shared rhythm.

And afterward, when they lay together—sweaty, exhausted, completely satisfied—the silence was comfortable.

Adelheid rested with her head on Kaito’s chest.

Her hand traced lazy patterns on his skin, feeling his still semi-hard length against her thigh.

"What are you thinking?" Kaito asked eventually, his voice hoarse.

"That it was worth the wait."

"Did you wait long?"

Adelheid laughed.

"Months. Since... I don’t know exactly when. But a long time."

She propped herself up slightly, looking at him.

"The others will have their time. Their place. I understand that."

"But tonight was mine. Only mine."

Kaito touched her cheek, wiping away a tear of pleasure that still gleamed.

"And I’ll always remember it. First. Special. Yours."

Adelheid smiled—a genuine smile she rarely showed.

"Good."

She curled against him again, feeling the warm seed slowly sliding between her legs.

"Stay. Until morning. I don’t want this to end yet."

"I’m not going anywhere."

And he didn’t.

They remained like that until sleep overcame them.

Intertwined. Complete.

For the first time in a long time, both slept without nightmares.

Only peace.

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