“What were you talking about earlier?”
“Huh?”
Chester tilted his head in confusion.
“Don’t play innocent.”
He wasn’t playing innocent; he truly couldn’t grasp what Ruite was getting at.
“You were laughing and chatting with that other noble lady.”
Ruite let out a long sigh, rolled off Chester, and sprawled out on the bed.
Perhaps the alcohol was hitting him harder now, as his words slurred even more.
Only then did Chester realize what Ruite was referring to.
He remembered the brief conversation he’d had with the daughter of Marquis Seyrin before finding the drunken Ruite.
It had been less of a conversation and more of a practical inquiry to achieve a specific goal.
But right now, there was something far more important to address.
“Ruite, were you jealous?”
Ruite rubbed his face with both hands and looked up at Chester.
“Yes.”
Chester bit his lip. Seeing Ruite nod so honestly made him feel like his heart might actually give out.
“If I’d known, I should’ve talked to Harrison longer too.”
But that happy expression vanished instantly.
As soon as another man’s name left Ruite’s mouth, Chester’s face went stone-cold.
“Wait, who? Harrison? Who is that guy? Don’t tell me he went to the Academy with us?”
“I don’t know. You were all ‘haha hoho’ with that lady. I’m not telling you either.”
“Ruite, I’m sorry. It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it?”
Even in his drunken state, Ruite seemed determined to get to the bottom of it, his eyes wide and staring.
Chester sighed.
He hadn’t expected to reveal it like this, but he couldn’t leave his jealous husband feeling distressed.
“It’s your birthday next month.”
Chester leaned over and kissed Ruite’s forehead.
“I wanted to get you something special for a gift. The Seyrin family has very deep connections with many merchant guilds.”
Because of those ties, it was possible to obtain rare items that were otherwise impossible to find within the Empire.
Chester had sent a letter to the Marquis of Seyrin weeks ago to request a specific item for Ruite’s birthday.
Seeing the daughter of the house at the banquet, he had simply asked for an update on the progress.
“We really didn’t talk about anything else.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Ruite eyed Chester suspiciously for a moment before finally resting his head against Chester’s chest.
“That’s a relief.”
“Ah…”
Chester let out a low, serious groan and wiped his face.
‘Cute’ didn’t even begin to cover it.
He had been annoyed that Ruite got drunk while he wasn’t looking, but now he couldn’t even find the heart to complain.
After all, Ruite was never this openly affectionate when sober.
At the same time, he added one more reason to the list of why Ruite should never be allowed to drink again.
The problem, however, was that Chester’s body was reacting to Ruite’s words and actions.
Furthermore, Ruite was faintly releasing pheromones.
He likely couldn’t control them well due to the intoxication.
Since they were at the mansion, Ruite’s instincts probably recognized it as a safe place.
Chester tried to get up awkwardly, but Ruite stopped him.
“Where are you going?”
“To wash up.”
Chester tried to phrase it as politely as possible, rather than saying he was going to cool off.
“But your pheromones are leaking.”
Chester, excited because of Ruite, couldn’t help himself.
Ruite’s gaze traveled downward, seeing exactly what state Chester was in.
“You can do it, you know.”
“No.”
Normally he would have, but Ruite was drunk.
For Ruite’s sake, he didn’t want to lay a hand on him.
“Do you really hate the idea?”
“……”
Ruite asked with a faint smile.
His eyes were slightly unfocused, and his voice was thick with heavy breathing.
Not only was he drunk, but he was also being incredibly seductive.
Well, he probably didn’t intend to be, but in Chester’s eyes, it couldn’t look like anything else.
“…You’re going to do it anyway.”
Chester eventually laid Ruite down properly.
“I’m… I’m not going to put it in.”
Chester spoke firmly as he removed Ruite’s lower garments.
Chester was releasing pheromones as well, but because Ruite was drunk, he wasn’t fully erect.
Chester kneaded the semi-soft member with his hand a few times.
“Ah…”
Ruite’s body trembled slightly.
Chester glanced at Ruite’s damp rear once before sliding his own rock-hard member between Ruite’s thighs.
“Ruite, press your legs together.”
“Okay.”
Holding Ruite’s joined legs, he nestled his member securely between them.
Since Ruite was drunk, he had no intention of actual penetration.
Chester braced his waist and began to move slowly.
The sensation of friction against the soft, tender skin made Chester let out a hot breath.
The pressure between the thighs was a different kind of thrill compared to penetration.
As he pulled back and pushed forward slowly, his large member brushed past Ruite’s testicles and pressed against Ruite’s own.
“Mmm.”
“Haa…”
They both exhaled at the same time.
Chester’s jaw tightened as the friction made the space between Ruite’s thighs grow slick.
“…Ugh, Ruite.”
Chester’s pace quickened.
The sensation of their members rubbing together made Ruite shudder repeatedly, his hands gripping the bedsheets.
Chester held Ruite’s legs dearly as he continued to grind between them.
The pale skin turned a flushed red, and Ruite’s toes curled toward the ceiling.
“Haa, ugh…!”
Relatively quickly, Chester reached his limit first.
Semen scattered across Ruite’s stomach, pooling in his navel.
Even without drinking, Chester felt like his head was spinning.
Meanwhile, the culprit behind it all groaned once and promptly fell fast asleep.
Chester gently tucked Ruite in and kissed his sleeping lips deeply.
‘He’s going to be so embarrassed when he wakes up tomorrow.’
Imagining that scene, a soft smile played on Chester’s lips.
If there was one thing God had failed to give Ruite, it was the gift of forgetting.
People usually said they lost their memory after a night of drinking, so why were all the scenes from last night so vivid in his mind?
“Sigh.”
Waking up groggily in the morning, Ruite let out a deep breath.
Looking out the window, the dawn was just beginning to break.
He had realized that what he was pouring down his throat at the banquet was alcohol only after about the third glass.
If he had stopped then, he wouldn’t have gotten that drunk.
But seeing Chester approach another lady and strike up a conversation had made him act on impulse.
“Are you awake?”
He felt a rustle from behind as a hand wrapped around his waist.
“What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?”
“I guess you could say I was having a moment of self-reflection.”
“Should we avoid eye contact?”
“Yeah. I’m embarrassed, so let’s not look at each other for at least an hour.”
Chester let out a small laugh and kissed the nape of his neck.
“Ruite.”
“What?”
“Thank you.”
“For what? Did I get drunk and promise to give you all of my family’s wealth or something?”
Unless that was the case, Ruite saw no reason for Chester to be so thankful.
Even though his memory was clear, all he remembered doing was saying a lot of embarrassing things.
“No, it’s just… even after we got married, I was worried. That one day my feelings would become too heavy for you.”
“Wh-what?”
Ruite’s voice trailed off in disbelief. Chester’s words were utterly ridiculous to him.
“But thanks to what you said last night, I realized how pointless those thoughts were.”
“You were definitely thinking pointless thoughts.”
Ruite turned around to face Chester.
“You know, you can be surprisingly timid about the strangest things.”
“I told you, it’s only when it comes to you.”
Chester closed the distance and gave Ruite’s cheek a quick peck.
“Chester.”
“Yeah?”
“You can do anything you want with me.”
“……”
That was as good as saying he would willingly accept anything Chester offered.
Ridiculously, Chester’s eyes grew a bit hot.
Seeing Chester’s moved expression, Ruite reached out to caress his face.
“I’m the only one who knows that the great Knight Commander Chester, the next in line for Vice-Commander, can make a face like this.”
His voice was tinged with mischief.
With eyes curved into a beautiful crescent and a bright smile spreading across his face, Chester pulled Ruite into a tight embrace, taking it all in.
“So, Chester.”
“Hmm?”
“What’s my gift? I’m curious, so tell me.”
“I was secretly hoping you’d forgotten that part.”
“I guess I’m the type who remembers everything even when I’m drunk.”
“Wait until your birthday. It’s no fun if I tell you now.”
Ruite had secretly hoped for a hint, but he knew Chester wouldn’t budge.
He swallowed his disappointment and had no choice but to wait for his birthday to arrive.
“But Ruite.”
“Yeah?”
Ruite, who had been submerged in embarrassment over his actions from the night before, had recovered quickly and got out of bed.
He stretched his body to work out the stiffness.
“What did you and that Harrison guy talk about? I want you to tell me everything, without leaving out a single detail.”
“Ah, that.”
Ruite was about to say they talked about Academy days and Chester, but he stopped himself.
He suddenly felt like being a bit mischievous.
“That’s a secret, too.”
“What?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
With that, Ruite vanished into the bathroom.
Behind him, he could hear Chester’s urgent voice shouting, “Ruite, tell me right now!”
It was the start of another noisy day.
