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After all, my whole goal was to make Batista feel really good!
So good he couldn’t help but twist his strong body in pleasure—so much so that the old bed couldn’t take it and broke.
That’s not my fault or Batista’s. It’s the fault of this decrepit inn furniture.
If you’re going to live with the world’s strongest warrior, you’ve got to invest in sturdier gear.
Maybe even something made from monster materials.
By now, he’d already come.
My hand, still wrapped around his cock, was sticky with warm, milky-white fluid.
I don’t even know when he came—I had my face buried in his ass the whole time.
He’d already climaxed, and yet I didn’t stop teasing his hole.
No wonder it was too much for him.
Ah. I love him.
Batista kept glaring at me, but I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re cute.”
“This is?”
Batista lightly tapped the cracked bedframe.
With every touch, tiny splinters fell from the board.
Yeah, I get it—definitely not a scene most people would laugh at.
But I couldn’t help it.
“It’s not like that! I mean, didn’t you feel really good? If what I did felt the best, then from now on you’ll only sleep with me……”
I was trying to explain myself, but ended up saying something way too sincere and shut my mouth.
I was the one Batista called promiscuous, and yet here I am fussing over something like this—don’t I just seem completely hypocritical?
“From now on?”
Batista’s expression twisted into a frown.
His handsome face suddenly looked fierce. Just seeing him like that sent chills down my spine.
He really is pissed!
“Then who did I…?”
That icy glare was terrifying, and I instinctively took a step back.
Batista let out a dry chuckle before suddenly stepping closer.
He pulled me into his arms, boxing me in completely.
It was a rough embrace.
The pressure was overwhelming, almost violent.
My face was buried in his chest again, but I didn’t even have the luxury to notice how it felt.
“Mm! Mmmph!”
I seriously felt like I was about to be crushed!
It was like I’d be reduced to a wrinkled-up letter, just like the one Batista had crumpled earlier.
Trapped in his arms, I struggled as best I could.
Usually his arms felt safe, but now—this was terrifying.
It wasn’t until I was halfway out of it that he finally let me go.
As soon as I was freed, I gasped for air.
His thick chest muscles had completely smothered me—I could barely breathe.
If it had gone on much longer, I might have actually passed out.
My head was spinning from the lack of oxygen.
I just collapsed and panted.
“I’m sorry……”
“For what?”
“Uh… that is…”
I have no idea! I can’t even think straight right now—I’m exhausted!
My body’s still trembling from nearly dying just now, so I can’t process anything clearly.
He gently smacked my cheek—not hard.
“You think I’m some shameless guy like you?”
“…Huh?”
I jerked upright.
So—he didn’t sleep with someone else?
“You said someone else touched your chest!”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
“You said it felt good when I touched you. Didn’t you?”
“…That was…”
Batista looked down at me for a moment, sighed, then looked away briefly before meeting my eyes again.
He looked uneasy—why?
“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to.”
If Batista says he didn’t sleep with anyone, then he didn’t.
Just hearing that makes me feel relieved. I must be a really jealous person.
Even heroes are allowed to say dumb things once in a while, right?
Then, lowering his head, he whispered softly in my ear like he was embarrassed.
“I did it myself… because you weren’t around.”
What?
“…Didn’t feel that good though.”
Ack!
“Y-You mean you jerked off…”
“What, you thought I wouldn’t?”
I mean… yeah.
I guess he would.
Normally… yeah.
But still.
Batista always came across as so stoic and self-controlled, almost monk-like.
No matter what happened, he never even let his expression falter.
He was like a sculpture.
I must have subconsciously assumed he didn’t even masturbate, that he was just that emotionally and physically composed.
Now that that image is shattered, the contrast is overwhelming.
No—it’s downright obscene.
Why is Batista so ridiculously sexy from head to toe?
My face is burning.
No—my whole neck feels hot.
I can’t stop imagining Batista alone, pleasuring himself, exploring his own chest with those thick fingers… squeezing… kneading…
Just the thought sends blood rushing downstairs again.
This is way too stimulating.
And of all things, it had to be about his chest!
So it was because what I did felt good.
That’s why he guided my hand back there so directly…
He meant it.
I’m gonna pass out from how sincere that was.
“Get a grip.”
“Y-Yeah…”
“Hey.”
Batista called me again, this time with a hint of irritation.
I had been completely lost in a vivid fantasy of him jerking off and finally shook my head to snap out of it.
It’s rude to be thinking stuff like that right in front of him!
“Sorry! It’s just… too sexy.”
“What is?”
He just dropped a whole bomb on me and doesn’t even realize it!
But explaining how a seemingly celibate, stoic hero discovering pleasure through me is a massive turn-on probably wouldn’t make sense to him, so I just held my tongue.
“You’re just… inherently sexy. It’s killing me.”
I went with a roundabout answer.
It was still the truth.
“Hmph.”
But Batista didn’t seem pleased with that.
His tone made it clear.
“Do you find the word sexy offensive? I meant it as a compliment—like, attractive!”
“And yet, you only react when I initiate things.”
Huh?
“Do you actually find me sexy?”
Wait, no…!
How did we end up here?!
The heat in my chest suddenly went cold.
That’s how shocked I was.
No, I’ve been attracted to Batista from the first time I fell asleep in his arms!
His body excited me so much I had to sneak out before I popped a boner and woke him up!
This is so unfair.
But I guess it’s my fault for making him doubt me.
I’ve never really initiated anything, and I’ve pulled away every time he made a move.
“I—I just didn’t think someone like you would ever want someone like me!”
How was I supposed to say ‘I’m turned on, please have sex with me?’
Who am I to expect someone like Batista to help me get off?
“I should be the one trying to satisfy you… I mean, whether I get turned on or hard, that’s my problem to deal with!”
“You were seriously thinking like that?”
Even though I tried explaining, the atmosphere turned strangely cold.
Batista’s eyes darkened.
Did he not understand?
Did he think I was just making excuses?
What if he’s upset because he’s always the one making the moves?
That thought made me panic. I couldn’t stay quiet.
“It’s just… I’m way below you. In skill, in character—everything. So I thought I didn’t deserve to…”
An icy silence followed.
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