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Batista just watched me ramble for a moment, then suddenly reached out.
Remembering how he hugged me so hard earlier, I instinctively flinched and closed my eyes, bracing myself.
But his strong arms wrapped around me gently this time.
His touch was incredibly tender.
“You’re someone I love.”
Honestly, it was… so kind.
It felt like a dream.
His embrace was so warm, so comforting, I felt like I could melt into it and disappear.
The way he cradled me, the way he softly stroked my hair—it was all featherlight.
But the sweetest thing of all was the shy confession whispered into my ear.
Batista said it.
He actually said he loved me.
After crying my eyes out reading his letter, I thought I was all out of tears—but my eyes grew hot again.
My nose stung, and tears began to well up once more.
But… seeing it in someone’s eyes and actually hearing it are two completely different things.
My heart pounds violently.
I’d assumed the worst when I saw his gaze sink, but his gray eyes were filled with deep concern for me.
“I don’t know what happened, but… don’t think of yourself as worthless.”
Worried that I was being too harsh on myself.
His warmth made it impossible to stop the tears.
They kept welling up at the corners of my eyes, refusing to fall completely.
Of course, I can’t help but love him.
Batista is the kind of man anyone would fall for.
And yet he’s mine—can that really be true?
Do I even deserve this kind of luck…?
“Are you just going to keep putting yourself down?”
“Ah!”
I flinched.
Not because Batista said something that read my thoughts—though it did feel that way—but because he grabbed my cock.
“While you’re this hard?”
“A-ah, no…”
I hurriedly wiped away the tears.
My face burned.
It was embarrassing to have been caught aroused even in such an emotional moment… but at the same time, my body heated up even more.
Honestly, isn’t it weirder to not get excited when the person you love is touching you like that?
“I’ll stop with the pointless thoughts.”
Batista likes me.
I still don’t know what on earth he sees in someone like me, but… that’s just how it is.
Continuing to insult myself in front of someone who sees value in me—that’s just rude.
And staying on this bed wallowing in self-pity?
That’s ridiculous too.
“Finally, you’re making some sense.”
His voice was calm, typical of Batista, but not cold.
He must’ve liked my answer, because his hand that was wrapped around my cock began to move.
Hands more used to gripping a sword than touching someone like this were a little rough… and yet I found myself breathless.
Just the fact that Batista was doing this for me made something deep inside me burn with heat.
“Hnn…”
Truly a brave, strong, and kind man… and on top of that, he’s this sexy.
He’s perfect.
He makes me want to do anything for him.
‘Batista… he seemed a little hurt earlier, didn’t he?’
That line floated through my mind: ‘So you only move when I make the first move?’
It must’ve stung his pride, thinking I wouldn’t act unless he took the lead.
Even though he comforted me with such gentleness after hearing my explanation…
The truth is, I always get aroused when there’s even the slightest mood.
Honestly, the problem is I get turned on even in moments where I really shouldn’t.
How do I explain that to him without sounding like I’m just saying it to soothe his ego?
‘Can I… be a little greedy?’
If I show him just how shameless my desires really are, will it help restore his pride?
Will he be pleased to see that someone like me could have such bold feelings for him, rather than be offended by it?
If that’s the case… there’s something I’ve been dying to try.
“Haa… Batista…”
A soft tremor runs through me from the teasing pleasure.
Batista’s touch feels so good, but he’s not quite pushing me over the edge.
A whimper slips out from the aching tension.
Well, it’s Batista—if he doesn’t like it, he’ll just say no.
“There’s something… I want to try.”
“What is it?”
“I, um…”
I’d decided to say it, but now that the moment came, I was trembling.
I shut my eyes tight.
I didn’t want to see the look of contempt that might cross Batista’s face when he heard my request.
“Could you… bring your chest together for me?”
“…All right.”
A pause.
But then, unexpectedly, he agreed so easily. I’d been bracing myself to be thrown off the bed for being some kind of shameless pervert, but…!
I cautiously opened my eyes.
He didn’t look disgusted—not quite—but there was definitely a look that said “you really have a thing for chests, huh?”
I felt a little prickle of guilt.
Still, Batista quietly let go of my cock and lay back down on the bed.
Just as I asked, he brought his hands to his chest and pressed them together, creating a deep valley between the firm mounds.
The way his broad chest was pushed up and squeezed between his hands looked sinfully erotic.
“If it ever feels uncomfortable, please tell me.”
He didn’t reply.
But the look in his eyes seemed to say, “Didn’t I tell you to stop saying unnecessary things?”
It was like he was telling me: There’s no way anything between us would feel bad.
My heart thudded in my chest.
With steady hands, I guided my cock between the line of his pressed-together chest.
The supple flesh gave way around my hard length, soft and warm.
Batista didn’t move.
Even though I was using his chest purely for my own release, he just stayed like that, waiting for me without a hint of discomfort.
And I, now on top of him, looked down at this unbelievably arousing sight.
My whole body flushed with heat.
Not just my heart, but every part of me felt like it was burning.
I wasn’t even inside him—and yet just rubbing against his chest brought waves of pleasure.
The sensitivity of my erection made every touch electric.
His firm, resilient chest would give slightly when I pushed in, then spring back to form as I pulled out.
The slick, pliant sensation was intoxicating.
And when Batista noticed the motion between his pecs, he applied a bit of pressure, pushing his chest tighter around me.
“Ah… hnn!”
A gasp burst out from the sudden intensity.
Batista, the strongest warrior in the world, had only applied a little pressure, but it was enough for his massive chest to press down tightly around me.
It was soft, yes—but dense with strength.
That tight, warm squeeze drove sharp jolts of pleasure through me.
The pleasure hit me so hard, my vision went white.
When I pulled back, he loosened up, only to squeeze again as I thrust back in.
“…Ah, Bati. Batista…”
“Raul.”
Our eyes met through the haze of ecstasy. I looked at his face.
Even through my blurred vision, I could see his cheeks had turned red.
He wasn’t even being touched—he was just offering himself to me—and yet he was this flustered.
It was kind of absurd… and incredibly endearing.
“Ra… ul.”
His voice trembled with arousal…
It felt amazing.
Everything about it felt good.
That he listened to my request.
That he gave even more than I asked.
That… he got turned on just from seeing me happy.
All of it carried a part of Batista I’d never dared imagine.
As he continued to move, my cock, now slick with pre-cum, glided smoothly between his pecs, wetting his skin.
His well-trained chest glistened obscenely with arousal.
The sight alone was enough to make my breath hitch.
Thanks to the fluids, my thrusts became faster.
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