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It was a deliberate choice to avoid being overly excited and acting rudely as I had earlier.

However, the slower I moved, the more I could feel the warm, wet c*ck clinging tightly, as if it didn’t want to let go.

The sensation sent waves through my nerves.

“Ugh…”

As my c*ck nearly slipped out completely, brushing against the inner walls, Zerbin’s body trembled.

The fingers gripping mine tightened even more.

I liked how firmly Zerbin was holding onto me.

It’s a relief that we’re both feeling good.

Making Zerbin feel good is what I should focus on right now.

Still holding his hand tightly, I thrust back inside.

The cck, slick with cm, wrapped around me in a sticky, gripping sensation.

“Ahhh!”

Zerbin let out a moan immediately.

Although he quickly pressed his lips together, as soon as I thrust again, his heavy breathing escaped through clenched teeth, betraying his excitement.

His firm chest muscles twitched and shook visibly in front of me.

His stiff, erect c*ck caught my gaze irresistibly.

Zerbin is sensitive there, too… Lowering my head, I bit his chest.

Each time the rough texture of my tongue stimulated his n*pples, he shuddered and pushed his chest closer toward me.

“Ahh… mmh…”

Is it okay to offer your chest for more while being embarrassed to moan?

Or is he unaware that he’s doing that?

Every time I sucked on his n*pples, his insides clenched tightly.

Pleasure crept back into me, filling me again.

The strength in my tightly intertwined fingers weakened under the growing pleasure.

I wanted to touch more of Zerbin’s body, so I let go.

His sweat-drenched, glistening skin, unlike his usual composed self, was visually so arousing.

Even his skin was flushed red.

But Zerbin grabbed my hand again.

Though noticeably weaker than before, his trembling fingers clumsily overlapped with mine and just held on.

Panting, he shook his head.

“No… ah, ngh!”

I thought, unconsciously, how cute he was.

Did he not want to let go?

Zerbin’s flushed cheeks were already soaked with tears.

Wasn’t he overly sensitive?

Seeing his usually cold gray eyes now drowning in pleasure, shimmering with tears, made my heart race.

Feeling too much during his first time might scare him.

No matter how much of a hero he is, no one can be accustomed to their first experience.

Maybe it’s because his partner is someone like me that he clings to.

After all, I’m the only one he can hold onto.

Even though it was just an objective fact, I liked the idea that he relied on me.

As absurd as it was, I found Zerbin endearing.

Someone like me shouldn’t dare think so.

“Ah, ngh…!”

I could feel my movements growing rougher.

The uncontrollable heat surged and stirred inside me.

I felt sweat dripping down my forehead.

Instincts reared their head.

Each forceful thrust made the old bed shake dangerously.

I knew I was losing control again, but I didn’t want to stop.

Lowering my head, I whispered in his ear.

“I want to touch you.”

I wanted his permission.

“Ahh… ngh…”

As Zerbin opened his mouth to respond, the moan he had been suppressing spilled out first.

Startled, he opened his eyes wide, but I wanted to hear more of that sound.

Intentionally, I drove deeper and pressed where he felt it the most.

Zerbin twisted his body, tears streaming down his face.

Not just his upper body but below too—his fluids wet everything at the point of our connection.

Contrary to his composed exterior, he was incredibly sensitive, soft, and wet.

“Ah! Ra—oul… ngh, ahh…!”

Ah.

Hearing my name escape his lips, drenched in pleasure, made me breathless.

Whether it was his silent way of granting me permission, he released his grip on my hand.

Even though I wasn’t inexperienced, I found myself panting helplessly.

Just the sensation of his heated skin felt overwhelmingly stimulating.

It was strange.

Truly strange.

Even though I knew I was serving Zerbin’s pleasure, the desire to touch him more kept growing.

Each time I played with his flushed earlobes or traced his skin with my fingers, his breaths grew louder.

He was just sensitive, but his reactions made it seem as if he desperately craved me… as if every touch of mine sent him trembling and craving the pleasure I gave.

Watching him unravel, I felt an indescribable satisfaction.

I felt like someone Zerbin—the hero—truly needed.

That bliss filled me completely.

Unable to contain the overflowing sensations, I embraced him.

Zerbin didn’t push me away.

“Raul… ngh.”

He called my name again as he trembled, reaching his climax.

He held me tightly, encased in his strong arms, his warmth enveloping me.

Zerbin had always been there for me.

When I had lost everyone dear to me and was crying in the ruins, when I had disappointed him and flailed helplessly in nightmares…

“Zerbin.”

Yes, because you said you ‘believe’ in me, I…

“I really love you…”

I realized that I had a reason to live because of you.

Even if you never tell me why you believe in me, even if I can’t believe in myself, as long as I can be of help to you, I think that’s enough.

You always accept me.

He may not have saved all of humanity, but he had already saved my world.

So, I want to do something for him.

Even if all I can do is use my insignificant body to satisfy him.

“I’ll keep going.”

He nodded.

I thought, ‘I’m happy.’

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Zerbin, being the tireless hero he is, showed no signs of exhaustion, and the intense moments between us went on for quite a while.

It felt as though he was making up for nearly three years of restless nights since the demon invasion. We hardly left the bed.

By the time I lost track of how many times we climaxed, I was genuinely exhausted.

Honestly, it was the first time I’d reached my limit before my partner.

Maybe it was because I hadn’t eaten properly or rested well in the past few days?

No, even if I were in peak condition, I doubt I could outlast Zerbin.

Even the strongest and most resilient people would eventually tire after being pushed to their limits, but Zerbin, despite crying so much that his tears wet his cheeks, never asked to stop.

In the end, I fell asleep first, utterly worn out.

When I woke up, I was lying with my head resting on Zerbin’s arm, and I nearly passed out again from the shock.

“D-Did you sleep well?”

I tried to wriggle free, wanting to escape this overwhelmingly luxurious situation, but Zerbin wrapped his arms around me.

Ack.

Was he that satisfied?

While I was grateful, the mere fact that Zerbin was holding me was too extravagant, and my heart raced wildly.

It felt like my lifespan was shortening in real-time.

“You slept well.”

I-I asked if you slept well.

Had he been watching over me to see if I slept without nightmares?

That thought left me feeling odd.

To think that I’d grown so close to Zerbin, close enough to sleep together.

And he even cared enough to check if I was sleeping peacefully?

It didn’t feel real, and I was dazed.

“Uh, well… it’s because you were with me… Thanks.”

I made sure to express my gratitude sincerely.

When Zerbin is by my side, I never have nightmares.

Just being with him puts me at ease.

Zerbin ran his fingers through my hair.

His hands, though large and calloused, moved with surprising gentleness, leaving me feeling languid.

My heart, which had been racing, began to calm down bit by bit.

There wasn’t a trace of negativity in his gray eyes as he looked at me.

“Mm.”

As his hand brushed through my long black hair, it eventually reached the nape of my neck.

The rough texture of his calloused fingers startled me, but I didn’t pull away.

I could feel his thick fingers tracing over something on my neck, as if following its contours.

Was he curious about my tattoo?

On my neck is a tattoo resembling overlapping sharp claws.

It stretches from the right side of my neck to the back, covering the area entirely.

It’s a precious magical engraving gifted to me by my mentor when I decided to become an adventurer.

It ensures that any dagger I wield will return to me without needing individual recall spells.

The tattoo’s original position is the right side of my neck, but it isn’t just a static image—it sometimes moves.

It seems to dislike being touched by others, shifting around to avoid contact.

As the tattoo moved, Zerbin’s fingers followed it.

Having to expose my whole neck to his touch brought an odd shiver each time his hand brushed over it.

But I stayed still.

I wanted to give him whatever he desired, no matter how small.

He’s the hero who saved me and this world.

Zerbin is truly kind.

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