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I reflexively responded to the unexpected words, and Zerbin shot me an irritated look.
At the same time, he grabbed my shoulders and pinned me down onto the bed.
The positions were completely reversed from earlier—when he had been lying on his stomach, looking up at me.
How tall was he again?
195… no, 196 cm?
Either way, a body close to 2 meters tall straddled me, weighing down heavily.
My instincts fired off danger signals the moment I met his sharp gaze.
It felt as if I had become prey, pinned beneath a massive predator.
“Are you… still mad?”
“Stop thinking about other things.”
“Mm.”
Was he telling me to focus on the sex?
The menacing aura surrounding Zerbin still sent chills down my spine, but strangely enough, I didn’t feel bad about it.
The fact that he wasn’t leaving me behind and was, in any form, continuing this—was incredible.
Did he really like it that much?
I have no idea how he lasted 27 years without doing this. He’s so sensitive and adorable.
“Hey.”
Ah, did I get caught thinking about something else?
“I was just thinking about how hot and cute you are.”
“……”
Wait—does he hate being called cute?
I tensed up for a moment, but Zerbin must have decided my words weren’t worth responding to, as he ignored me and lowered his hips.
His movements were unfamiliar and slow, and honestly, thinking he was cute was inevitable.
I mean, come on.
Zerbin, who always moved with precision, cutting down enemies with swift, effortless strikes, was now clumsy when it came to this.
It was such a rare sight that I couldn’t help but focus entirely on him.
“Nh….”
As his cock spread me open and pushed inside, Zerbin let out a suppressed moan through gritted teeth, as if the sensation was still foreign to him.
Even getting just the tip in took longer than expected.
His body trembled every time his length sank deeper inside.
Watching him from below made me anxious—not just because he wasn’t thrusting in recklessly.
His long hair, damp with sweat, clung to his broad chest, following the curves of his muscles.
The way it outlined his body made the scene even more obscene.
Every time he twitched from the overwhelming sensation, his thick pecs quivered.
I want to touch him.
Would that be okay?
No, considering the way he just pinned me down, it’s obvious—he wants me to stay put and behave.
Fine, I’ll be good.
But doing absolutely nothing meant I had nothing to focus on except Zerbin.
I couldn’t look away.
The way his eyes lowered, his brows furrowed in concentration, his parted lips trembling as he let out shaky breaths…
His sculpted abs—deeply defined and glistening—contracted every time he endured the unfamiliar pleasure.
Every single movement was erotic.
Thinking that I was the only one in the world who had seen him like this made my heart feel like it was about to explode.
Zerbin met my gaze and reached out, brushing his large, warm hand across my cheek.
His touch sent a shiver down my spine, tickling something deep inside me.
My heartbeat pounded wildly.
“…Yeah, nh, just… stay focused.”
God, that’s hot.
Was it because of the heat radiating from his body?
Or because we had been locking eyes for so long?
His lust-darkened gaze made it seem like he was truly desperate for me.
As if he had been yearning to see me like this.
…No, that couldn’t be.
“Kh… ha….”
Zerbin finally managed to push all the way in, and the tight clench around his cock made him groan.
After all that aching frustration, the full stretch sent waves of pleasure through me.
I bit back the urge to immediately start moving and only let my body twitch slightly.
It felt good, but… it still wasn’t enough.
Not that I minded—this inexperienced side of Zerbin was cute.
When else would I get to see the great hero struggling with his own body like this?
Still, the teasing pace was unbearable.
Each slow thrust spread me open, making me gasp, but the lack of a decisive rhythm left me burning without relief.
At this rate, was Zerbin even enjoying himself?
Without realizing it, my hips moved.
I didn’t want to frustrate him, but I also didn’t want to disappoint him after he’d initiated this.
Watching him carefully, I hesitantly spoke.
“Zerbin, can you… go a little faster?”
His brows lifted slightly. Was I being too bold?
“You sure you won’t break?”
That… that’s a terrifying thing to say.
I couldn’t see my own face, but I felt the blood drain from it.
A sudden chill ran down my spine.
“I’m… not really sure how to control my strength for this.”
…Whoa.
Zerbin, admitting weakness?
He still looked troubled as he ran a rough hand down the side of my neck.
The calloused touch sent an unexpected jolt through me, making my body shudder.
“If I move even a little how I want to… I might snap you in half.”
Nope. That’s terrifying.
At what point does sex stop being sex and start becoming a life-threatening ordeal?
Or maybe… that danger is exactly what makes it thrilling for some people?
There are probably people who enjoy that kind of risk, but I am not one of them.
Sex isn’t supposed to be terrifying!
Realizing that even Zerbin wasn’t sure how to handle this, I boldly grabbed his shoulders and flipped us over.
Surprisingly, he let me guide him onto his back without resistance.
“I’ll make sure you don’t break anything, so leave it to me.”
“…You only sound reliable at times like this.”
Was that an insult?
“Do whatever you want.”
It definitely sounded like an insult, yet for some reason, I thought I saw the corner of his lips twitch up slightly.
Must’ve been my imagination. I was probably just relieved.
Still, it felt good.
I lowered my head and finally took his chest into my mouth—something I had been craving for a while now.
His body immediately jerked up in response.
It was probably just a natural reaction, but the way he unconsciously offered himself up to me was incredibly endearing.
“Ah… ngh…!”
I bit down, leaving marks, then sucked at the stiffened bud.
That alone made Zerbin pant and wrap his arms around my neck, clinging to me.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, he held onto me for support.
Yeah, this is good.
“Raul… haah… ngh, Raul….”
“Yes, Zerbin.”
I didn’t care if he never changed the way he called me.
Because right now, I was the only one who could make him feel this way.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself—yet again—using Zerbin’s arm as a pillow.
I didn’t even have the energy to scream anymore.
This was definitely not how I remembered falling asleep.
So why was I always waking up like this, using the hero’s arm as a pillow?
Not that thinking about it would change the situation.
I carefully tried to slip away from the bed.
Zerbin immediately pulled me back into his arms.
“Stay still.”
So much for sneaking out without waking him.
Far from escaping, I was now completely enveloped in his embrace.
My bare chest was pressed against his—solid yet warm, soft yet firm.
My heart started racing again, just like last night.
But this time, the feeling wasn’t just arousal.
It’s warm and comforting.
The sense of security makes my body relax on its own.
I feel like leaning in without thinking.
If I let my guard down, I might just get addicted to this warmth.
Even though it’s not a place I can simply walk into whenever I want.
It’s not something I can even dream of, so I just entertain the thought in passing.
Ah, so Zerbin is the type who likes having his partners stay until morning.
Not because he’s holding me for my sake.
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He has too much trauma from past life
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