“I have no intention of receiving treatment from High Priest Edrion.”
“……”
“Not now, and not ever.”
“…Yes?”
The color slowly drained from Raha’s face.
If he wasn’t going to receive treatment from Edrion anymore, it meant he would be receiving treatment from him—Raha—exclusively, forever.
‘No, isn’t this seriously screwed up…?’
Feeling that he was in real trouble, Raha looked at Grey, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
“Do you dislike me, Raha?”
“Yes? No, it’s not that, but… um, please just call me High Priest as you did before.”
“Why?”
“It feels a bit strange, and a bit awkward…”
Feeling awkward, Raha rubbed his nose with his index finger and let his words trail off.
Grey tilted his head slightly to the side and asked,
“Teore calls you ‘Raha’.”
“…….”
“I was thinking of calling you ‘Ruan’.”
“Yes?!”
“I didn’t do it before because it felt like I was just copying that guy.”
‘Ruan? What on earth is this…’
The very fact that Grey, who didn’t even use a nickname for Edrion in the original work, was considering using one for him was baffling.
It made him realize that if he didn’t pull out immediately, he would be in big trouble.
For some reason, it felt like Grey’s obsession would be even more terrifying than Teore’s.
Of course, since Grey never showed obsession toward Edrion in the original, this worry might just be unnecessary.
He knew Grey’s basic personality, as a wind attribute user, all too well. He was intuitive, made quick decisions, and had a rather easygoing temperament.
On top of that, he was the type who hated being constrained more than anything, so few people ever really knew where he was or what he was doing. It was hard to imagine a guy like that showing obsession toward someone.
“Well, if you want, I can gladly call you Ruan.”
“Yes? I don’t want that?!”
Raha answered immediately in surprise, and one of Grey’s eyebrows twitched.
“Then I have no choice but to call you Raha.”
“No, until now you called me High Priest…”
“Since there are two High Priests in the Empire now, I can’t just use that title for you alone, can I?”
“You still call Edrion that, though?”
Didn’t he always strictly add “High Priest” after Edrion’s name?
Of course, when he fully fell in love with Edrion in the original work, he dropped the title and called him by his name.
That was exactly why this situation, with Grey calling him by his name, was something he should definitely be afraid of.
“I call him that because that’s his title, so I’ll call you by your name.”
“What kind of nonsensical talk is that?”
As Raha frowned without realizing it, Grey’s eyes widened slightly before he let out a short, airy laugh.
“It seems you are quite comfortable with me.”
“I apologize for my slip of the tongue in front of Your Excellency the Duke.”
Raha said quickly, holding up his hands as if taking an oath.
Grey laughed even more lightly than before.
Raha’s eyes widened slightly; was he always this easy to amuse?
He couldn’t recall Grey being the type to laugh this often in the original.
“Hahaha. You’re interesting, Raha.”
He certainly had never laughed this heartily before, either.
With his grey hair and deep grey eyes, he always gave off a cold impression, fitting for someone who handled wind attributes.
Moreover, as the male lead who had the most free and light-hearted love among the five, he hadn’t blindly clung to Edrion like the others.
Edrion had liked that charm of his.
“Maybe that’s why.”
“Yes? What is…”
“Raha, I’ve started to want you.”
“…Yes?”
As Raha’s eyes widened to the point of popping out, Grey leaned forward and brought his face close to his.
“So, why don’t we try it?”
“Wh-what?”
“A kiss.”
In an instant, Grey’s lips covered Raha’s.
He felt soft, warm flesh touch his lips briefly before pulling away, only to immediately push forward again with a strength that felt slightly intense.
Raha, who had been kissed with his mouth clamped shut due to the sudden situation, looked at him with wide, startled eyes before he could even blink.
Grey’s tongue lightly licked the gap between Raha’s tightly closed lips.
A strange chill ran from his head to his toes and then vanished.
The tongue that had been lightly licking his lips slipped into the gap, naturally brushing against his upper teeth.
A pained moan escaped Raha’s lips before he could stop it.
As if hearing that moan as consent, Grey caught Raha’s head with his hand, tilted it at an angle, and began to force his tongue past his clenched teeth.
“Hnn…”
The tongue that entered deep into his mouth tickled the mucous membrane inside his cheek before gently prodding Raha’s tongue.
It was clearly his first kiss, yet he wasn’t as clumsy as expected.
Far from clumsy, the kiss was soft yet deep, almost feeling practiced.
The tongue that had been prodding his flat tongue suddenly coiled around it like a snake.
The suction, pulling at him painfully, caused another moan to escape Raha’s lips.
Grey applied pressure to the hand supporting his head, pressing their lips together even harder.
As the air grew scarce, Raha’s breathing became noticeably ragged.
‘Why is he… hnn… so good at kissing…?’
He couldn’t understand it.
Grey had always felt somewhat clumsy when they were together—whether it was when he performed oral sex or when they shared sex.
He wondered if Grey had been kissing someone else, but he dismissed the thought, realizing that if that were the case, the ‘innocent male lead’ keywords of the original story wouldn’t have applied to everyone.
Of course, unlike the original, there might be someone close enough to kiss here, but if there were, that person wouldn’t be doing this to him.
‘The Duke Grey August de Preod, of all people.’
Because Grey’s tongue kept pressing against his upper and lower teeth, Raha felt a tingling sensation beneath his heart that made it impossible to keep his feet still.
Feeling flustered, Raha turned his head to escape the kiss.
Whoosh!
At the same time, Grey’s body was instantly pulled away from Raha, and he fell to the floor—or, more accurately, onto the whirlwind he had summoned beneath him.
“What do you think you’re doing, Grey?”
Teore had arrived, and he was glaring at Grey with a terrifying face, growling.
Grey stood up, casually checking his clothes, and spoke to Teore, who was striding toward Raha.
“Treatment.”
“Bullshit. Do you think I don’t know your assigned treatment day?”
“I came to check in advance what might be good for the next treatment.”
“Check in?”
“Yeah. It seems saliva contact is better for healing than hand contact…”
“Go to Edrion.”
Teore interrupted Grey and stood directly in front of Raha.
He twitched an eyebrow at the sight of Raha’s mouth, glistening from the kiss with Grey, and pulled a tissue from the side table to scrub Raha’s lips vigorously.
“Ah, it hurts, hnn.”
“What are you doing to my person after coming into my castle? Are you trying to die? Are you testing my patience?”
“Raha is not your person, Teore. He is our High Priest.”
“Raha?”
Teore raised an eyebrow and looked at Grey.
He seemed just as surprised as Raha that Grey was calling him by his name instead of “High Priest.”
