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Nael’s vision blurred, washed in white, as tears clung to his lashes.
Thick tears streamed endlessly from beneath the blindfold.
Sweat, saliva, and tears mixed together, leaving his flushed face unbearably lewd.
A voice, both faint and unmistakably clear, whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Your body is far more honest than your lips. You’re begging me to stop while squeezing down so tight… You’re devouring me like you can’t get enough.”
“Hngh, hff…”
Killian’s hands kneaded Nael’s brain like dough.
Both his body and mind were entirely fixated on Killian.
Pinned beneath him, gasping for breath, Nael’s thoughts became simple—reduced to nothing but the relentless thrusting into him.
Only the pleasure Killian gave him, the climax seared into his mind, mattered.
A large hand seized Nael’s hair, pulling tight.
A trembling touch followed, along with the heat pooling deep inside him—Killian’s peak made clear.
The thick release filling his walls was still something he hadn’t quite gotten used to.
But as his body finally relaxed, the dull ache in his bent-back neck faded, leaving behind only a faint, satisfied smile.
Thick and sticky, like the fluid that overflowed and trickled down even after filling him to the brim, it clung to Killian, surrounding him.
Killian had poured so much inside that Nael’s lower abdomen felt swollen, his release coating every inch of Nael’s inner walls.
Even as he slowly withdrew, his length still throbbed with need.
Lifting Nael’s waist slightly, Killian pressed down firmly on his lower belly.
“Ahh—! Aah…!”
Nael’s head thrashed wildly.
The lingering heat clinging to his inner walls hadn’t even fully faded yet, making them unbearably sensitive.
A sharp, electric sensation surged through him just as Killian spilled his cloudy release inside him, only for it to seep out and dribble down his thighs.
At the same time, Nael’s own arousal trembled, leaking thin, clear fluid.
His body, flushed in patches, quivered as it leaked from both ends—a sight that carried an eerie, decadent beauty.
“Haa… haa…” Shaky breaths spilled from his reddened lips.
The blindfold and restraints came undone.
Finally freed, his body slackened like overused cotton stuffing.
Killian pulled him into his embrace, gently stroking his back.
Even without words, Nael understood—it was praise.
He curled into the warmth, letting himself be enveloped in that broad embrace.
He tired quickly after such release.
The constant tension he had held since arriving in the North melted away in Killian’s arms.
His body, worn down by travel and exertion, relaxed entirely.
“…It’s warm…”
“Get some rest.”
The night was still young, and morning was far off. But here, in his own domain, there was no need to rush.
Sunlight poured through the window, filling the bed with its blinding glow.
Nael, unable to move due to lingering muscle aches, curled up and burrowed deeper into the blankets.
His hand groped toward the empty space beside him, now cool to the touch.
Just like the night before, his body remained bare beneath the covers.
Though the blanket wrapped around him was warm and comforting, something felt strangely lacking.
“Master?”
His dry throat produced a faint, raspy voice.
Other than the soft crackling of the fireplace, no answer came.
The bedroom was vast—at least three times the size of Baron Baker’s chamber.
In the utter silence, Nael let his eyes close again.
He reached for the clothes left by his bedside.
The shirt was impossibly light and soft, like a fluffy cloud draped over his body.
He had never worn anything like it before, so he ran his hands over the fabric, savoring the unfamiliar sensation.
For something given to someone meant only to warm Kilian’s bed, the quality was far too luxurious.
At a glance, it was clear that it was expensive.
Ever since meeting Kilian, Nael’s life had become monotonous.
He did nothing—only ate what was given to him, wore what was provided, and offered his body whenever Kilian desired.
The door wasn’t locked, but neither had he been told he could leave.
With nothing else to do, Nael gazed out the window.
The steward had said that this land was barren, too frozen for even a single tree to grow—but he had been wrong.
There were trees here, lakes, towering mountain ridges, and even lively people going about their day.
There was no grand garden like at the baron’s estate, but the view was still breathtaking.
Nael lost track of time, watching the animated movements of the people outside.
“You’re awake.”
Ren entered, carrying a meal.
The plush carpet muffled the sound of the trolley’s wheels, making his arrival nearly silent.
Nael’s gaze flicked to the empty spot on the bed.
“Ren, is Master busy?”
“Naturally. It has been a while since His Highness was last here. He instructed me to ensure you eat.”
His stomach let out an embarrassing growl at the rich aroma filling the room.
Mortified, Nael laughed awkwardly before quickly grabbing a piece of bread.
He ate hastily, savoring the taste.
Even the steak, cut into bite-sized pieces for him, was more flavorful than anything he had ever had, melting effortlessly on his tongue.
“It’s delicious.”
“Eat slowly, or you’ll get an upset stomach.”
Ren’s voice carried a note of concern.
Sure enough, Nael swallowed too quickly and started coughing, thumping his chest.
Ren hurriedly handed him a cup of water, which Nael gulped down in one go, finally easing the discomfort.
With cheeks puffed full of food, he mumbled,
“It’s just too good.”
“The chef will be pleased to hear that.”
Though his words were stiff, Ren’s expression softened.
Any worries that Ren might get scolded by Kilian seemed unfounded—he looked more at ease today than he had the night before.
Catching Nael’s gaze, Ren offered a polite smile.
Being back in the north must have lifted his spirits.
When Nael’s expression began to stiffen, Ren swiftly changed the subject, pointing in a direction.
“That way is south.”
Through the window, the very landscape Nael had been watching lay in the southern direction.
“…Thank you, Ren.”
“It’s nothing. Once you finish eating, His Highness has asked for you in his office.”
For the first time, Nael stepped beyond the bedroom, following Ren.
Kilian’s castle was immense. Even within the same building, they had to walk quite a distance to reach the office.
The ceiling loomed high above, its curved architecture lending the halls an air of grandeur.
As they walked, several servants passed by, offering Nael polite bows before continuing silently on their way.
Just as the butler, Philip, had said, the staff treated him like a guest.
“You don’t need to be so tense.”
“It’s just… do they—no, never mind.”
“You are the only one permitted to enter His Highness’s bedroom freely, even without his permission.”
Ren was always quick to pick up on things.
He noticed even the smallest of Nael’s actions and responded with quiet consideration.
When Nael thanked him, Ren merely acted as if it were expected.
Two unfamiliar knights stood guard at the office entrance.
They resembled stone statues, standing perfectly still, but as soon as they recognized Ren and Nael, they pushed open the heavy doors.
“Nael.”
Kilian barely glanced up before tossing aside the documents he had been reading.
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