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Oh, maybe it’s just a misunderstanding.
There could be some higher-level reasoning I haven’t considered.
Though, in this situation, what kind of misunderstanding could there even be?
Either way, there’s got to be a more reasonable explanation than “Zerbin suddenly pouncing on me,” right?
“We’re in a temple, though?”
I tested the waters.
“So what?”
“U-uh…”
Yeah, I figured he’d respond like that.
Zerbin never seemed to care much about this place being a temple—hell, I could tell from the moment he broke down the door without hesitation.
This… probably isn’t a misunderstanding.
‘Wait, is he serious?’
I wouldn’t exactly say no if Zerbin really wanted this, but isn’t this way too sudden?
I don’t get it.
Ever since the last time we slept together, Zerbin hasn’t brought it up even once.
I was the only one who got all flustered and didn’t know what to do.
Every time I thought about it, my face would burn up, and I’d freak out, but Zerbin?
He didn’t even bat an eye.
He was just as composed as ever.
So I assumed he didn’t care much for sex.
It was a little disappointing, honestly, considering how sensitive he’d been during it.
I’d secretly been hoping he’d discover the pleasure of it and start looking for someone to match him.
Was it that he enjoyed it but just wasn’t interested in physical contact with others?
…Wait.
‘But he’s touching me.’
Hold on a second.
Could it be?
‘Has he been making a move on me this whole time?’
Like, booking rooms together on purpose?
Getting all annoyed when I tried to sleep on the floor and forcing me onto the bed?
And I just… completely missed all the signs and brushed it off as nothing?
Did he literally press up against me, making it obvious, and I still didn’t get it, so now he’s reached his limit?
‘Holy shit.’
That actually makes sense.
It makes way more sense than thinking Zerbin has some weird, fluttery feelings for me.
That whole “stop sending mixed signals” thing was probably about this, too.
I’d get all flustered whenever we touched, but I never actually initiated anything, so wasn’t he basically telling me to be clear about whether I wanted this or not?
Ah, it all makes sense now!
I feel so much better.
“My bad! I was just being dense.”
So I wasn’t the only one embarrassed after sex!
Zerbin probably felt awkward after showing that side of himself, so he couldn’t just be as aggressive as before.
Thinking about how frustrated he must’ve been because of me, I did feel a little guilty.
But honestly, it was also kind of cute.
I grinned.
Now that I was looking at him properly, his cheeks seemed a little red.
Was I imagining it?
I reached out, thinking I’d check if he felt warm, but before I could, my wrist was caught.
Zerbin pulled me onto the bed in one swift motion.
Since I was partially responsible for making him this desperate, I obediently followed.
My heart pounded loudly in my chest.
Once we were both on the bed, I finally got the chance to touch his cheek.
Just as I suspected—it was hot.
My mouth went dry.
The fact that Zerbin actually wanted me this badly sent a rush of thrill through me.
It was a ridiculous thought, but…
‘Just our bodies… that’s fine, right?’
I was happy because this meant I succeeded in making him realize how enjoyable sex could be.
That was all.
The way he let me touch his cheek without pulling away made my chest swell even more.
But hold on, I wasn’t expecting this to happen, so I didn’t prepare anything.
Shouldn’t I at least find something to use as lube?
It’d be a total mood killer, but I couldn’t just ignore it.
“Zerbin, I’ll go grab something we can use as lubricant—”
I tried to sit up.
Zerbin easily pressed me down with his strong, calloused hands. I found myself pinned in place, forced to look up at him.
Those usual cold, condescending gray eyes were staring down at me with a burning intensity.
Just his gaze alone sent a shiver through me.
His eyes trailed downward—toward the hand I still had on his cheek.
Then, slowly, his lips parted.
Zerbin barely spoke most of the time, so the moment his tongue peeked out past his lips, it caught my attention.
Then, he turned his head and licked my fingers.
My heart dropped.
His tongue was hot and wet, wrapping softly around my fingers.
The sensation of that warm, pliant flesh pressing against me was strangely delicate, yet everywhere it touched, it felt like it was setting me on fire.
I was already breathing heavily.
“…Is that enough?”
Zerbin asked.
I answered without thinking.
“…A little more.”
He wordlessly took my fingers into his mouth.
His long, deep purple hair fell forward, tickling my skin and sending another wave of shivers through me.
In the end, I never left the bed to find something to use as lube.
How could I, when Zerbin was sucking on my fingers like that, silently telling me not to go anywhere?
It was honestly an honor.
Thanks to that, though, I took my time preparing him, but he was still painfully tight.
Even as I slowly pushed in, his inner walls clamped down immediately, squeezing me in a way that was both overwhelming and unbearably good.
The strongest man in the world was here, beneath me, his body laid out and exposed, pressing his hips back against mine because he wanted me that much.
Just that alone was enough to push me to the brink.
I’d asked him to face away so I wouldn’t lose control at the sight of his face, but this was its own kind of torture.
His round, firm ass filled my hands perfectly.
Even when I squeezed without thinking, he didn’t snap at me—he just trembled.
He was being so damn generous, it was almost terrifying.
“…It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
As I moved deeper inside, I could feel how tight he still was.
His body wasn’t used to this yet, and the way his insides instinctively clenched around me, practically biting down, sent jolts of pleasure up my spine.
A shaky breath slipped out of me. I trembled, struggling to hold myself together.
“…Are you seriously worried about me right now?”
I mean… yeah.
Sure, he was a ridiculously strong adventurer, but his inner walls weren’t exactly something he could train.
And judging by the slight tremor in his voice, he wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted to seem.
But if I pointed that out, he’d probably take it as an insult.
Instead of answering, I let go of his hips and reached forward.
Luckily, he was already fully hard.
His cock twitched in my grasp, slick with precum.
As I started stroking him, his breath hitched sharply, and at the same time, his insides loosened just enough for me to push in deeper.
Even so, it still wasn’t easy.
By the time I was fully sheathed inside him, the muscles on his back tensed and rippled, his shoulders broad and powerful.
I felt a little guilty for making him tense up like this.
But at the same time, watching the way those perfectly sculpted muscles flexed, seeing the proof that I was sleeping with the world’s strongest warrior—
It was too much.
His broad back, his thick, muscular arms bracing against the bed to hold himself up—every single part of him.
Even though this was already our second time…
It still felt like a dream.
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