Raha was in no position to talk.
Seeing that his own lower half was also stiff from just a single kiss, Raha turned toward the window so Teore wouldn’t see his penis bulging through his priest robes.
He worried for a moment about what to say, then slightly turned his head toward Teore.
Seeing Teore standing frozen and confused with a full erection, Raha felt he had to settle the situation and called out to him.
“Um, Grand Duke—”
“Who are you?”
But before he could even call him, Teore took a step back and looked at Raha with wary eyes.
“…Pardon?”
“You are not the High Priest I knew. Who are you?”
Wondering if Teore had realized he had possessed this body, Raha took a step toward him and asked, “What do you mean ‘who’? What are you saying?”
Teore reflexively took another step back and said, “There is no way I would feel this way toward someone like the High Priest. Toward that wicked High Priest…!”
“…”
Raha’s worry that Teore might have glimpsed his true identity vanished into thin air at the bewildered mumbling that followed.
Teore was simply confused by the sudden kiss.
He had despised Raha for tormenting his childhood friend, Edrion, but a sudden lust had risen from a chance meeting of lips, so it was understandable he wanted to avoid the reality.
Raha breathed a short sigh, wanting to calm Teore’s confusion for now, and spoke.
“It seems the light attribute flowed in through our lips. Since I couldn’t perform the rampage suppression treatment last week, your body might have instinctively tried to accept the light attribute.”
He tried to calm him down by saying the sudden incident didn’t mean much.
However, at that explanation, Teore’s face turned frighteningly cold.
“It doesn’t mean much?”
“Pardon? Yes, of course. This is just like a part of the suppression treatment—”
“I never asked for treatment through a kiss, High Priest.”
“…Of course. Neither did I.”
“And yet you want me to think of that kiss as just a part of the suppression treatment.”
Raha couldn’t understand why he was so angry, but Teore seemed extremely heated by that statement.
Raha blinked in confusion and said, “Is there any other way to think about it?”
It wasn’t as if they were animals in heat; wasn’t it strange to bite, suck, and lick tongues to the point of getting hard just because their lips touched once?
The reason for the erection was partly due to the kiss, but surely it was also because of the light attribute being poured in for treatment.
Even just through hand contact, a chilling excitement sometimes occurred.
If the giver felt it, how much more excitement would the receiver feel?
“To say there’s no other way to think about it… my cock is hard.”
Teore spoke while pointing his index finger at his lower half, which was still stiffly pushing against his pants.
At the fact of the erection, which Teore displayed boldly without any intent to hide, Raha also turned back toward Teore, having previously turned away to hide his own.
“That’s just something that happens instinctively when you kiss.”
Teore looked down at the erect penis visible through Raha’s priest robes.
“Instinctively? Does the High Priest get hard like that every time he kisses?”
“Well, about that… this was my first kiss…”
At the words that it was his first kiss, Teore’s face stiffened subtly.
As his face stiffened, his lower half became even more erect, and Raha’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at it.
“Your first.”
“Pardon? Yes, naturally.”
“It was my first, too.”
“Pardon? Ah, yes. I am well aware that Your Grace does not particularly like contact with humans.”
In the original story, Teore avoided contact with anyone other than Edrion.
That was why he was a virgin who had never held anyone, let alone kissed or had sex, until he slept with his childhood friend Edrion.
Wait. Then was this his first kiss…?
Raha suddenly remembered a setting about Teore: there was a part where he realized his feelings for Edrion through their first kiss.
What?
Then, because of this accidental situation today, won’t the episode where Teore realizes he likes Edrion after their first kiss be ruined?
Raha was flustered, thinking he had accidentally twisted the original plot again.
But then he felt relieved, thinking that a first kiss is just a first kiss, and it shouldn’t ruin the fundamental setting of him falling for Edrion later.
However, making that relief meaningless, Teore stepped closer to Raha.
“Since you know, this will be quick. My cock is hard because of the kiss with you.”
“Yes, well…”
Flustered by the close distance, Raha looked down at Teore’s erect cock, and Teore’s heavy voice rang over his head.
“So, High Priest, you must take responsibility.”
At that absurd statement, Raha looked up at Teore.
‘For… what?’
Though he didn’t say it out loud, the question was written on his face.
Teore moved even closer and said:
“This is a cock that has never stood for anyone. Since it reacted only to you, it must mean you are the only one who can make it stand.”
“Pardon? No…”
“So, take responsibility for the cock you made hard.”
“Pardon?”
“It looks like you’re hard too. I’ll take responsibility for your hard cock.”
After speaking, Teore reached down and grabbed Raha’s erect cock through his robes.
“Hut!”
As the large hand gripped him through the fabric, an excitement he had never felt before swept through his entire body.
His cock held by Teore, Raha reflexively reached out to grab Teore’s arms and leaned forward.
Teore pressed his lips to the nape of Raha’s neck and began to stroke the cock he was holding.
“G—Your Grace. Ah, wait…!”
“Would you prefer to move to a different place?”
“No, wa—hugh, don’t touch—”
Raha, overwhelmed by the sensation of climax just from the stroking, groaned low and leaned his forehead against Teore’s chest.
And seeing Teore’s cock twitching as if it were about to burst through his pants, Raha was swept by a strange desire.
Raha wondered if this situation was really okay, but losing his reason to the rushing pleasure, he reached down and grabbed Teore’s erect cock with his own hand, just as Teore had done.
A suggestive sigh escaped Teore’s mouth as he rubbed his lips against Raha’s neck.
“Damn it, Raha.”
In that moment, his name flowed from Teore’s mouth—Teore, who had insisted on calling him High Priest even if it killed him.
And he used a nickname, no less.
Raha’s mind became confused by the fact that both Blizan and Teore had suddenly changed how they addressed him, and by the sight of Teore getting excited by the hands he had once despised.
“We need to move, Raha.”
Teore whispered into Raha’s ear while rubbing his lips against his neck.
Raha instinctively trembled at the electric sensation running from head to toe and buried himself further into Teore’s chest.
Both of them had already forgotten to think about what exactly this situation was.
