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Ignoring my racing heart, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his dark-colored c*ck.

It grew firm quickly, just from the sensation of my hand surrounding and stroking it.

Although no loud moans escaped, Zerbin’s large frame twitched every time my palm touched him.

For some reason, it made my chest tighten.

‘Stay focused.’

This isn’t about indulging myself.

I’m here to serve the hero!

Don’t lose control!

I took Zerbin’s hardened c*ck into my mouth.

“Ah, ngh.”

That sound.

It was a sudden reaction, as if he couldn’t suppress the sound, then became flustered and tried to stifle it.

It seemed he was trying to hold it in, but the unfamiliar sensation of my wet tongue must have caught him off guard.

To be honest, I did that on purpose.

Touching with hands is something one can do alone, but licking isn’t.

So, if I’m going to serve him, I should focus on what I can do right now.

Even as I told myself this was about serving, my lower back tingled.

His unusually deep, scratchy moans were too seductive.

Knowing that Zerbin was reacting to my touch made me feel strangely thrilled.

It was absurd. I had never thought of Zerbin this way before.

Maybe I was too intoxicated by this brief moment of peace.

‘Don’t think about it.’

This isn’t the time for that. My goal is to satisfy Zerbin and show him the pleasures of intimacy.

To lay the foundation for true love.

His firm c*ck faintly smelled of the soap from my bathroom.

Just realizing that made my heart race again.

Was this simply arousal, or was it the awe of being physically close to someone I had admired for so long?

Each time my warm, soft tongue touched him, Zerbin’s body trembled.

His immediate reactions gave me an odd sense of satisfaction.

If I weren’t here to serve, would I have ever been allowed to witness such vulnerability?

Never in a million years.

A man who wouldn’t lose to anyone in terms of strength was now trembling at every unfamiliar sensation.

It sparked an inexplicable sense of conquest within me.

Of course, it wasn’t me conquering him.

It was him granting me the opportunity to please him.

“……Ah.”

That soft moan didn’t exactly encourage me to stop.

If anything, it spurred me on.

For someone like me, it might have been improper, but I couldn’t help being curious about how much more sensitive Zerbin could get.

I focused on the c*ck’s tip, testing its size in my mouth.

Though it was a tight fit, the sight of his thighs clenching made it worth the effort.

As the thick and long c*ck was gradually pushed deeper into my throat, Zerbin’s chest heaved rapidly.

His increasingly ragged breathing was visible, and it pleased me.

I, too, found it hard to breathe due to the pressure, but it was bearable.

The stimulation beyond mere licking seemed to make it impossible for him to hold back his moans, and sensual sounds flowed freely.

Zerbin was much easier to handle during s*x than at other times.

Though he still didn’t speak much, his honest moans made it easier to judge whether he was enjoying himself or not.

Once stripped bare, his body’s reactions were easy to see.

Honestly, given my recent streak of failures, the thought that I was able to satisfy Zerbin made me feel incredibly proud.

At least I was confident about something like this.

With effort, I pulled my head back, withdrawing the c*ck lodged deep in my throat.

The dark brown c*ck, glistening wet, looked so appetizing.

I grabbed the hero’s firm thighs to hold him steady, moving my head to thrust the c*ck back into my throat as if mimicking the movements of his hips.

The cck, still too large to handle comfortably, slid back into my mouth more smoothly this time. As soon as it entered, my throat clenched against the thick cck, convulsing as if trying to suppress the intrusion.

I could distinctly feel the weighty c*ck stretching my throat.

“Hah… ah…!”

The heat and pain, along with the primal aversion that surged uncontrollably, paradoxically felt overwhelmingly good.

Zerbin’s heightened moans, markedly different from when I had only licked him, proved just how much pleasure he was experiencing.

He gripped the sheets as if trying to tear them apart, his sturdy, unyielding waist slightly lifting and trembling.

That alone was immensely satisfying.

“Damn… ugh!”

It was the first time I’d heard Zerbin curse since his regression.

Startled, I paused mid-thrust and looked up at him.

Zerbin sat up abruptly, grabbing my shoulders.

Did he have something to say?

I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t interrupt my efforts to please him.

His grip on my shoulders was strong—painfully so.

Already struggling to endure the sheer size of the c*ck pressing into my throat, the added pain from his grip made it even harder to bear.

My vision blurred slightly, but seeing Zerbin’s flushed eyes fixed on me made me unwilling to stop.

My throat convulsed uncontrollably, unable to endure the pressure.

“Enough… ngh! Take it out…!”

Take it out?

Suddenly, his grip on my shoulders tightened further, and his expression contorted as if he were struggling to endure the pleasure.

His well-built muscles trembled violently.

What came next was predictable.

Zerbin released himself into my throat before I could pull out the c*ck.

I swallowed reflexively, unable to taste it properly, which was a bit disappointing.

Only after that did I finally pull the c*ck from my throat.

“Why?”

My voice cracked, hoarse from the strain of accommodating something so large.

I coughed a few times, my sore throat protesting. Zerbin frowned.

Why?

I did my best to make him feel good!

Was he embarrassed because he’d shown too much vulnerability to someone like me?

“I told you to stop, didn’t I?”

Because I didn’t stop immediately?

Honestly, I felt it was a bit unfair—he had already finished before I could respond.

I couldn’t say that aloud, though, so I made a deliberately sheepish expression, hoping for some leniency.

“I was going to, but my shoulders hurt too much to react right away. Sorry. As an adventurer, I should’ve been able to handle that.”

“….”

Is he less upset now?

Zerbin’s expression was still flushed.

His eyes and cheeks were reddened, betraying his excitement.

For someone as arrogant and composed as the hero, I thought he’d be unflustered even in such moments, but clearly, that wasn’t the case.

This was bad.

His flushed expression, melting with pleasure, and slightly dampened gaze…

“…Sorry.”

Even his voice, slightly broken, was too adorable.

Of course, it’s audacious of me to dare describe the Hero as adorable.

But listen to this.

‘’m sorry.’

Zerbin said he was sorry to me.

A man who would never lower his head so easily actually apologized, which could only mean one thing: it was genuinely his fault.

In other words, the way he had grabbed my shoulder earlier—so tightly it felt like it would break—was because he got overly excited and lost control of his strength.

The Hero, of all people, lost his composure because of an insignificant adventurer like me and ended up using his full strength as if facing a formidable foe.

The sheer honor of it was enough to make my head spin.

My face burned so much that I couldn’t muster a proper response; I could only shake my head vigorously.

Ah, this is bad.

This was exactly when I needed to pull myself together, but it wasn’t easy.

I mean, who could stay calm when the man you respect most in the world is lying beneath you, gasping in pleasure, utterly lost?

“By the way.”

I froze.

By the way? What?

Was it too obvious that I was overly excited?

Did I look ridiculous?

“Do you always do it this way?”

“H-Huh?”

I hadn’t expected that question.

Why would he even ask that?

Was it bad?

Though, since he’d finished in my mouth, it clearly wasn’t unpleasant.

‘Or is he just unfamiliar with it?’

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