For I Am A Side Character - Zetro Translation

“Argh!”

The stinging sensation wracked my body. The moment I left the academy, the aftereffects of the battle left my entire body and soul shaking in pain.

Imaking my way home, I found myself landing under the covers of a bridge.

“Damn it…it hurts…it hurts like hell!” I muttered, as the effects of the skills I used against the angel exacted their toll.

Using [Dominion Overload] twice in that battle had me drained . My body ached like never before.

And yet in my struggle, the only thing in my mind at that moment was her…

‘I have to get home…I promised her I would.’

I struggled.

I struggled to stand.

I struggled to find words to express my pain other than a scream.

I struggled to keep my mind intact.

The only thing easing this pain was the [Ethereal Will of the Dark]. It strengthened my mind and will against the pain, allowing me to regain some semblance of sanity and stand up again.

“God…” As I uttered His name, I felt blood dripping from my face.

“What?” I touched my face and realized the blood was coming from my eyes.

I was crying blood.

“This isn’t good,” I murmured, worried about my condition. I tried drinking a healing potion; the pain subsided briefly, but soon enough, the blood continued to drip from my eyes.

A simple healing potion wasn’t enough for this kind of injury.

“God, do I need to see a doctor at this rate?” I asked myself.

But worried that I had been away from home for too long, I decided to rest for a bit under the bridge. Going to a doctor at this time would only prolong my absence from home.

As I sat under the bridge like a discarded troll, I pondered what else I could do to heal myself. Yet as I thought deeper, the only thing more powerful than a healing potion was God’s Will…

“…” I contemplated whether to use it, and soon it began to rain.

It was the kind of rain that fell in a storm, and with heavy winds, it was suggesting a typhoon passing through the city.

“Hmm.”

Despite the storm, I remained sitting on the ground.

“I’ve never done this before. Sure, I’ve used it to cover my tracks, to fix my armor, and create poisons…but to heal my wounds feels like I’m a miracle worker.” I said to myself.

Yes, it was a stupid conversation…a stupid topic that I shouldn’t even be worrying about, but something about the context of this power always puts me on edge.

This is a cheat skill…I don’t deserve it, to a point that using it feels like it’s not worth something…because it’s worth everything! This skill makes the impossible possible if I have a strong enough mindset.

It’s the Miracle Worker.

And I have the complete authority to use it…but I don’t want to abuse it. Yet God gave this to me as an insurance for my own life.

So why am I holding myself back from using it? To heal an injury beyond the capacity of what a simple healing potion can do?

“…”

Maybe it’s because, out of all the times I’ve used God’s Will…I’ve never done it on my own human flesh.

“God, this is stupid…what am I going to do?” I said to myself, feeling really…really dumb.

‘God, I don’t want to do this…but I also don’t want Jessica to worry and ask questions when I get back home. I don’t want her to see me this way.’

In deep contemplation, I decided.

I used God’s Will on my body for the first time.

Like a healing miracle, I cured the tears of blood draining from my eyes.

“Fuck, it still feels wrong.”

I feel more comfortable using this power to execute demons or even just using a potion to heal my wounds. Something of this degree really is just something I shouldn’t do too often.

It’s a power way beyond my understanding.

***

The rain continued to fall…

And yet even as it fell, I made my way home.

My pain was now gone because of God’s will…and although I was a bit conflicted, I was soon distracted by the sight of the roof of my home from the distance.

I was nearly home.

‘Finally.’

After a few more steps leaping from house to house, I finally landed in front of my own. Judging by the time I arrived, it was around 11 near midnight…and by now, Jessica must have been asleep.

I quietly opened the door. And as I stepped inside, my eyes were immediately drawn to the living room. There, on the sofa, I found Jessica in front of the television. How she sat in that form, with her blue hair cascading over her shoulders, it glistened faintly in the dim light of the TV. And her blue eyes, despite her efforts to try and stay awake, they were half-open, and into its reflection, the flickering screen of the TV played. She wore a pair of my soft clothes, despite having her own pajamas in the house, she surprisingly decided to wear a slightly oversized shirt on her petite frame, making her look even more delicate and endearing.

The room was dimly lit, with the only light coming from the TV, it casted soft shadows around her. My heart swelled with affection as I noticed how she curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow close to her chest. The fabric of my clothes enveloped her, creating a comforting contrast against her soft skin.

Seeing her like this as she waited for me even at such a time, it filled me with a mix of gratitude and tenderness.

*Yawn*

She yawned, her head drooping slightly as she fought the urge to sleep. Knowing how tired she was, I quietly walked closer to her while taking in every detail. The way her blue hair framed her face, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, and the way she looked so small and vulnerable in my clothes. She was ever so lovable in that moment.

I couldn’t help but smile, my heart warmed by her dedication. Despite everything, despite the late hour and the worry she must have felt, she stayed up for me. And yet in that moment, the only thing I could act on was that I gently sat beside her, where I was careful not to wake her. Slowly but surely, I leaned over to softly brush a strand of hair from her face.

“Jessica,” I whispered, with my voice filled with love and appreciation.

“You didn’t have to stay up.” I said in comfort to her figure.

She stirred slightly, her blue eyes slowly opening to meet mine. In her appreciation, a sleepy smile spread across her face, and she reached out, her hand finding mine.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she murmured, her voice was drowsy but sincere.

I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“I appreciate it more than you know.”

She nodded, and in knowing that I was finally safe at home, her eyes fluttered close and she nestled closer to me. I held her, and soon enough her presence by my side made the weight of the day lift off my shoulders. In that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges I faced, as long as I had Jessica by my side, I could endure anything.

After a while, she finally fell asleep. And seeing her placement, I decided to carry her back into our room.

Slowly but surely, I carried her across the stairs and placed her on the bed.

‘I should change as well.’ I thought as I could feel the dampness of my clothes.

***

The next day, it continued to rain.

In fact, it felt like it was raining harder than usual.

And to this sense, it was announced on the academy’s website that there was no classes for the day because of how there was a storm passing through the city.

It left me in quite a schock.

‘…A storm huh. Even to an academy like this world, they would even give breaks in times like this.’ I thought

The rain was coming down in torrents, hammering against the windows with a relentless fury. Lightning flashed, illuminating the darkened sky, and thunder rumbled in the distance, shaking the walls of our home. The storm had come in suddenly, trapping us inside. But in a way, I was grateful for it. It gave me a much-needed respite after last night’s battle with the angel and a chance to spend time with Jessica.

Jessica and I continued to rest In our bedroom, without even moving an inch outide the room, we wrapped ourselves up in a cozy blanket. She was nestled against me, her blue hair spilling over my shoulder, and her blue eyes sparkling despite the gloomy weather outside. The sound of the rain was oddly soothing, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy around us.

“You know, I think God really put in the effort right now. After yesterday’s event, he gave us the chance to finally relax.” she said sarcastically about God’s intentions. Maybe she was right…maybe it was god who did this, and if he did, I would thank him.

I chuckled, feeling the lingering aches in my muscles.

“Maybe you’re right,” I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer.

“We could use the day off.”

***

After a while of resting for hours in the bed, we decided to move to the living room and decided to watch an old movie, one of Jessica’s favorites from the 90s. She had a collection of classic romantic comedies, and she picked one with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

“Oh, I love this one!” she exclaimed as she put the DVD into the player.

We snuggled close on the couch, wrapping ourselves in a large, cozy blanket. Jessica’s head rested comfortably on my chest, her blue hair tickling my chin, while I had my arm draped around her shoulders. The warmth of her body against mine was a perfect contrast to the chilly, stormy weather outside.

The movie started with a lighthearted, charming scene that immediately had us laughing. Jessica’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she quoted her favorite lines, word for word.

“Watch this part, It’s my favorite.” she said excitedly as she pointed at the screen.

We shared a big bowl of popcorn, our fingers brushing together as we reached for handfuls at the same time. At some points, I playfully threw a kernel at her when she wasn’t looking, hitting her gently on the cheek. She retaliated by flicking one back at me, and soon we were giggling like kids, our playful banter filling the room.

Midway through the movie, a particularly dramatic scene had Jessica in tears. She buried her face in my chest, and I gently stroked her hair, feeling a surge of affection for her.

“It’s just so sad,” she mumbled, wiping her eyes.

“I know, but look, she finally got to meet him in the train station.” I whispered, holding her close.

We continued watching, alternating between laughter and heartfelt sighs as the story unfolded. Jessica’s laughter was infectious, and I found myself genuinely enjoying the film. Her commentary added a layer of fun, and I loved seeing her so animated and engaged.

During a particularly intense scene, I could feel Jessica’s grip tighten on my shirt. She was so engrossed in the story, her eyes wide with anticipation. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this simple, yet profound, moment of connection.

As the movie reached its climax, the rain outside grew fiercer, yet the sound of the storm only became a constant backdrop to us in our time. For inside, we were wrapped in our little cocoon of warmth and love, oblivious to the world outside. The glow from the television cast a soft light on Jessica’s face, highlighting her features in a way that made my heart swell with love.

When the movie ended, we stayed on the couch, still wrapped in the blanket, just enjoying each other’s presence. Jessica looked up at me, her blue eyes filled with contentment.

“That was really nostalgic.” she said softly.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it” I said.

“Watching it today with you…it somehow felt more fun than I usually would when I’m watching it by myself. So I guess watching it with someone I love really changes the experience of it.” she said as she gave me a warm embrace.

We sat in comfortable silence, listening to the rain patter against the windows, savoring the warmth of each other’s company. The storm outside was fierce, but inside, everything was perfect. And as the afternoon wore on, I realized that these quiet, shared moments were the ones I cherished the most.

***

At one point, Jessica stood up and walked over to the window, watching the rain pour down. I joined her, standing behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. She leaned back against me, and we stood there in silence, just listening to the storm.

“It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

“Yeah,” I agreed, resting my chin on her shoulder. “It is.”

As the day wore on, we moved to the kitchen, deciding to cook lunch together.

Jessica and I decided to cook lunch, a simple but hearty pasta dish. The kitchen quickly turned into a playful battleground of flour and laughter.

“Careful with the sauce!” Jessica giggled as I tried to stir it without splashing it everywhere.

“Hey, you’re the one who said more garlic.” I teased back, holding up a clove with a mischievous grin.

We worked side by side, bumping hips and stealing kisses between chopping vegetables and boiling pasta. Jessica showed me how to make her favorite garlic bread, and I pretended to be her clumsy sous-chef, exaggerating my mistakes just to see her laugh.

When the food was finally ready, we sat at the small kitchen table, our legs intertwined under the table as we enjoyed our meal. The storm raged outside, but inside, everything was warm and filled with the delicious aroma of our shared cooking.

***

After we finished our cozy lunch and tidied up the kitchen, the storm outside showed no signs of easing. The steady, comforting rhythm of the rain against the windows created a peaceful backdrop for the rest of our day. We decided to take a break from our earlier activities and dive into one of the pastimes that Jessica wanted to do with me as a couple: reading together.

We moved to the living room, where the large window provided a panoramic view of the rain-soaked city. The storm had transformed the city into a blurred canvas of grays and greens, and the sight added a touch of magic to our indoor retreat. I grabbed a soft, oversized blanket and draped it over us as we settled onto the plush sofa, the perfect spot for our reading session.

Jessica reached for a book from her collection—it was a novel she had been meaning to read. She flipped through the pages, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. As she found the right spot, she handed the book to me with a smile.

“Ready for our little adventure?” she asked, her voice gentle and inviting.

“Hmm, I’m ready.” I replied, adjusting the blanket around us to make sure we were both snug and warm.

I took the book and began to read aloud, and to my voice, it was a soothing rumble in the quiet room. As I read, Jessica snuggled closer, her head resting on my shoulder, her soft blue hair brushing against my neck. The warmth of her presence and the rhythm of the rain outside created a cocoon of comfort around us.

As I read, Jessica’s fingers idly traced patterns on my arm, her touch was light and comforting. She was completely absorbed in the story, her expressions shifting with the plot’s twists and turns. Occasionally, she’d look up at me with a smile or a curious glance, and I’d pause to discuss a particularly intriguing part of the story or to share my own thoughts on the characters and their journeys.

The book’s narrative unfolded like a gentle wave, carrying us away into its world. We laughed at the humorous moments, gasped at the surprises, and felt our hearts tugged by the emotional passages. The storm outside continued its steady drumming, creating a rhythmic backdrop that enhanced our immersion in the book.

At one point, Jessica gently nudged me.

“Let me take over for a bit,” she said, her voice filled with playful anticipation.

I passed the book to her, and she began to read, and as I listened, her voice was soft and melodic. I watched her as she read, her eyes dancing across the pages with enthusiasm. Her expressions, from raised eyebrows to soft smiles, were a testament to her engagement with the story. I marveled at how deeply she connected with the characters, and her passion for the narrative was contagious.

As the afternoon turned into evening, we continued to read, occasionally pausing to stretch or shift positions. The storm outside had become a distant hum, blending into the comforting ambience of our indoor retreat. The gentle flicker of a nearby lamp cast a warm glow, adding to the cozy atmosphere.

By the time we reached the end of the book, the sun had set, and the room was bathed in the soft light of the lamps. Jessica closed the book with a satisfied sigh, and we both leaned back, our heads resting against the sofa. The shared experience of the story had deepened our bond, and the simple joy of being together in such a serene setting was evident in our contented smiles.

“That was a nice ending” she said as her voice was filled with a genuine sense of fulfillment.

“Thank you for sharing that with me.” I said.

“Hmm, I couldn’t have asked for a better reading companion”

“Here’s to many more cozy afternoons like this.” she said as we sat together in a comfortable silence, the storm outside now a mere backdrop to the warmth and love that filled our hearts. It was a moment of pure, shared happiness—a simple pleasure that we both cherished deeply.

***

The evening had settled in, and the room was softly lit by the warm glow of the lamps. After finishing our book, we were wrapped in a comfortable silence. The earlier excitement had mellowed into a peaceful calm. Jessica let out a contented sigh, her head resting against my shoulder.

“I’m getting pretty sleepy,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifted a bit, trying to stifle a yawn. “Is it okay if I take a nap here?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” I said gently.

“Just relax. I’ll be right here with you.”

Jessica snuggled into the couch, pulling the blanket up around herself. Her blue hair spread out across the cushions, and soon her breathing became a steady rhythm. Her face looked so peaceful under the soft light, and I couldn’t help but admire her.

I stayed still, not wanting to disrupt the calm. I just sat beside her, watching her sleep. The rain outside was now a gentle patter, and it created a soothing backdrop to our quiet moment. Occasionally, there was a distant rumble of thunder, but it was comforting, like nature’s lullaby.

The storm had softened, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of the room and the simple joy of being together. I glanced at Jessica, her face relaxed and serene, and felt a deep sense of contentment.

I reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of her blue hair from her face. Her skin was warm and soft, and I smiled at how perfect this moment felt. I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.

Every so often, I looked at the clock, noticing how time seemed to stretch in this cozy bubble we were in. There was no rush, no need to do anything—just the pleasure of being here together, quietly enjoying each other’s company.

I leaned back against the sofa, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere. These were the moments I cherished the most—simple and intimate. As Jessica slept, her breathing was steady and I felt completely at ease.

For now, it was just us, the rain, and the soft glow of the room—a perfect little escape from the storm outside. I took a deep breath, savoring the calm, and closed my eyes for a moment, letting myself enjoy the serenity of having this time with her.

After a while, I too fell asleep and only awoke after an hour later. And in that moment, I noticed that Jessica was also awake. But she was simply by my side as the rain continued to pour outside.

“You know, I’m glad we got stuck inside today. I love spending time with you like this.” she said as her voice sounded sleepy.

“Me too,” I replied.

“It’s been a perfect day.”

“It has been.” I said.

And as I said these words, I felt her gaze turn to me..

“Neh…kiss me.”

She said.

And in her order, I kissed her on her lips.

Despite not wearing any lipstick or lip balm, her lips were as soft as cotton and they felt ever so embracing.

As the storm raged on outside, we fell into a comfortable silence as we made out in the sofa, simply enjoying each other’s presence. The world outside might have been chaotic, but in here, everything was calm and peaceful. And as I held Jessica close, I knew that no matter what storms we faced, as long as we had each other, we would be okay.

I smiled, brushing a strand of her blue hair behind her ear.

“I’m glad we could spend it together,I needed this.” I replied, my voice equally soft. I needed this.”

Her eyes softened, and without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine again. The kiss was gentle at first, a tender expression of love and gratitude. But as the moments passed, it deepened, becoming a passionate exchange that spoke of the bond we shared.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer until there was no space between us. The feel of her body against mine, the taste of her lips, and the sound of her soft breaths created a symphony of sensations that drowned out the storm outside. Our kisses grew more fervent, each one a promise, an affirmation of the love we felt.

Jessica’s hands roamed over my back, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I responded in kind, my fingers tracing the contours of her body, committing every curve and line to memory. We moved in sync, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one.

“You’re amazing,” I murmured between kisses, my words a breathless confession.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She smiled against my lips, her eyes shining with love.

“And I you,” she replied, her voice full of emotion.

We continued to kiss, savoring the closeness, the connection. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a dance of love that neither of us wanted to end. The world outside could rage on, but here, in each other’s arms, we found a sanctuary. The storm was a distant memory, overshadowed by the warmth and passion we shared.

Eventually, we pulled back, our foreheads resting against each other as we caught our breath. Jessica’s fingers continued to play with my hair, her touch soothing and gentle.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

“I love you too,” I replied, my heart swelling with the truth of my words.

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the storm outside a mere backdrop to the love that filled the room.

Not long yet, our passion from simply kissing turned to a deeper sense of love.

For not long after, she initiated and reaching out to touch my member.

Knowing this, as I felt her warm hand touch my phallus, I in turn slowly reached out to her vagina.

Heavy breaths were made…

And as I looked int her eyes, I could see how red she was in the lust of our moment…

Just like the trigger she showed in the hotel at Barcili, this moment was never any different.

Her expression alone was enough of a consent for us to move on with making love in a rainy day.

Without having to hold back, I pulled my pants down and return, she drastically took off my shirt that she wore for an entire day…at that sight alone, with her not wearing a bra to cover her cleavage, my phallus only turned harder as they were exposed in front of me.

At that moment, with us being exposed to each other, I pushed her down to the sofa and started to suckle on her tits.

Both modest tits were being played, with the left one being sucked on and the other being caressed by my rugged hand.

They were perfect…both plump and just right…

As I suckled, she moaned with ecstasy to the pleasure of my mouth.

“Ahh~~…Hnn~~” her voice was erotic to hear.

And from suckling on her tits, I slowly moved on to the lower half of her body. From her vagina, I could feel just how hot she was and how ready she was to take in my phallus, but I wanted to be playful. So instead of just putting it directly, I played with it with my hands.

Having to use my middle finger, I slowly inserted it inside…and yet despite it not being her first time receiving something like this, she moaned.

“Ahnn~~”

And as she let out such an erotic sound, I became even more playful.

With how much she was enjoying this, I decided to kick it up a notch by playing with her clit.

Being so turned on, I couldn’t help myself as I leaned in close to her vagina and I started to eat her moist parts.

Licking in the right directions, she moaned even more.

For minutes, I played with her vagina and she in turn was enjoying herself to no end.

“more…moRE!!!” she said loudly in the room. Thankfully because of the heavy rain, our voices were masked that day.

At the point of her pleasure, she couldn’t help but pull on my hair and stuck my face down her vagina like a toy…and yet despite this rough play, I played along.

I licked and devoured the very pleasures of her parts…

This playful act continued on for even more time until finally…

She came in my mouth.

“AHHHNNN~~~!!”

She squirted all over my face like a squirt gun, and I couldn’t help but be taken aback by just how powerful the force as of her ejaculation was.

And there it was…

Like I’ve thought before on our first night, she was loud…

“Hmm, your enjoying yourself quite a bit there.” I said as I tried wiping off the wetness left in my mouth.

“Haaa…haaa” yet being in such a lustful state, she couldn’t say anything back.

Yet from her reaction alone, I could tell that she hasn’t had enough yet.

Seeing as how heavily breathing she was, I felt inclined to finally do it with her.

Without saying anything, and just letting ourselves flow in the moment of our lust for each other, I held my phallus and a started leaning in close to her wet vagina…

“…I’m putting it in.” I said.

And to my words, she nodded in consent.

As slow and steady as I did it, she received the whole seven inches of my phallus into her vagina. And as I did, she moaned ever so.

With just how she came early on, she was still hot inside like an oven.

“God, you are so hot right now.” I said as I caressed her hair.

And with that, I started humping in the sofa.

With each hump, I could feel something touch in the tip. And each touch, her reaction was like that of a light bulb, turning on and off…

“More….do it more!~~” she said.

And I complied.

For about twenty minutes, I did her missionary…

And for that twenty minutes, she came for a second time, but I didn’t.

In the next position, we did doggy style. With how she had her ass pointed to the kitchen and how I stood to feel that ass, without holding back, I started ramming into her without any sense of worry.

She moaned and moaned for each hump in the back….

And finally after another twenty minutes, she came again, and yet I still couldn’t but I was getting close.

And we moved on to sideways missionary.

With how I raised her legs easily up into the air, I started ramming again.

And it didn’t just happened in the sofa. It happened in the kitchen…on the floor…on the stairs (Which was incredibly uncomfortable), and on the sink…

And finally we found ourselves on the bed.

At this moment, she was heavily breathing but still, she was ready to go. She came about five times before I could even do one…

From missionary, to 69, to doggy style, to a cowgirl, and to a lotus position, we did it five times…

And finally in the bedroom, I was reaching the climax.

I rammed in on her like a goat ramming itself on a tree.

In and out…

I didn’t stop…I couldn’t stop…

I wanted to finish…

And as I was coming close, I wanted to pull out, but before I could, I notied that her legs were wrapped around me, securing me in a position where I couldn’t escape.

“I-I’m coming Jess!” I said.

“Do it! Do it inside of me~” she said.

And being in the moment, I felt compelled to act on her words…

I kept ramming in and out without any sort of self control… until finally I did it.

I came.

“Ahh!!”

“Ahh!~~”

We both did…

The moment I came, I pulled out my phallus and saw my jizz ooze out of her pussy like a gelatinous milk. And to my being able to cum finally, I noticed that Jessica was also heavily pleasured by that action.

“haa~~…Haa~~~” she was enjoying herself even after we both climaxed.

And I collapsed into the bed…

As I was heavily breathing, this was the most exhausting thing I did this week. This was more exhausting than me fighting Jason head on and it was comparable to me fighting the angel head on…

Although I didn’t felt pain and only felt the ecstasy of our pleasure, I was ready to go for round two…

But seeing as how Jessica was extremely tired, I decided to give up for round two.

She was fulfilled…

“Hey…why didn’t you let me pull out?” I asked.

And to my question, she turned to me while she laid in bed and she only smiled ever so.

“…Hmm~ wouldn’t it be nice to raise a family?” she asked.

“…Oh…Ohh…”

***

Hey author here…umm, I’m sorry if i wrote this, but i did it and i have no regrets!!

How did you guys like the scene? Its my first time writing an erotic scene of this degree…so, its not something i can say i was proud of. sure it was fun, but i am not confident whether or not it could satisfy your minds. anyway…the sex scene happened with over 1200 words and I’m happy with that. I know i promised that i would write the sex scene in Barcili, but i decided not to. this chapter will be the first actual sex chapter of my novel. so please don’t bash me anymore for not writing the barcili sex scene.

if you guys have any thoughts, please comment. if you guys liked the sex scene, i might be willing to write more in the future.