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Zeroth’s goal now was to overwrite every memory of Karl’s hands with his own.
“So let me help you.”
“H-How…?”
“Every day, I’ll disinfect you with my love.”
“I’ll make sure the ‘examination’ isn’t scary,” Zeroth murmured before kissing Sylvian again.
The hands pulling him close, oblivious to his own effect, were unbearably sweet.
“Mmm…?”
Sylvian’s dazed, innocent expression—tilting his head in confusion—drew a laugh from Zeroth.
If he was anxious, then all Zeroth had to do was pour love into him until that anxiety disappeared.
“Sylvie, your mouth is so sweet. Did you sneak some honey?”
The way his face flushed crimson at the words was adorable.
“I’ll lick it all up. You don’t need to worry, Sylvie. You’re purer and cleaner than anyone.”
Chu.
Sluurp.
“Hngh—!”
A thick tongue pushed deep into his throat.
Sylvian gripped Zeroth’s clothes, trembling as pleasure crawled up his spine.
Was it some kind of drug?
Or was love just this overwhelming?
Zeroth’s feverish words and relentless touches left him breathless, barely able to keep up.
And then—Zeroth promised something else, but Sylvian’s head was spinning too much to understand.
“Hiiih—!”
His body shuddered at the molten-hot movements in his mouth.
The slow, deliberate swirl of Zeroth’s tongue, the way he sucked as if pulling Sylvian’s very soul out—it set his stomach ablaze.
“Z-Zeroth! Hng—!”
Just as his breath gave out, Zeroth pulled away, giving him just enough space to gasp.
His body had gone limp under Zeroth’s melting touch.
“Nn…”
“Your mouth is clean now.”
Chu.
“Shall I disinfect you further?”
His slyly curved eyes gleamed with mischief.
Any more, and I might die…
Sylvian’s already hardened length stood stiff, throbbing with need.
He pressed his lower half against Zeroth’s stomach, hips twitching helplessly.
“Haah… Do you want to come?”
“Y-Yes…”
Zeroth laughed at his slurred voice, but Sylvian’s desperation took priority.
Frustrated by the tight fabric trapping him, he whimpered, clumsily trying to push his pants down.
“Ahhk! Nngh—!”
“The disinfection isn’t over yet. We should take our time.”
Through blurred vision, Sylvian saw Zeroth’s red smirk.
“Aahn! Nn—!”
“Seeing how well you respond to my touch, My wife, it seems you’ve guarded your virtue perfectly.”
“Mm!”
Zeroth’s fingers circled his nipples, rolling them deftly.
Strangely, there was no pain—only pleasure, even as they were pinched and tugged.
Tears streamed down Sylvian’s cheeks as he melted under Zeroth’s hands.
Heat pooled in his stomach, begging for release.
“D-Down… Hng, Zeroth… Nnh, down there…”
At Sylvian’s fumbling hands, Zeroth undid his belt in one swift motion, stripping away pants and underwear.
Throb.
His fully erect, crimson cock sprang free.
“P-Please… Let me…”
Chu.
“As expected, Sylvian—you’re such an excellent bride. You remember everything I taught you.”
Desperate for release, Sylvian began spilling all the words he knew Zeroth loved to hear.
Some rational part of him screamed that this was reckless, but his pleasure-drunk body only craved more.
“Master… Nnh…”
“Please call me ‘Zeroth,’ my wife.”
“Z-Zeroth… Hah… P-please go easy on me…”
Between ragged breaths, the words barely escaped as his back hit the sofa.
“Ngh—! Ah! Ah!”
A small cock was sucked into Zeroth’ mouth.
Each movement of his head, each deliberate pull, drove the other man swiftly toward climax.
Gulp, gulp.
Zeroth swallowed every drop of Sylvian’s cum as it burst inside his mouth.
“There’s not a single part of you that isn’t sweet, My wife.”
…Is he insane?
It seemed love had driven him utterly mad—and though it was embarrassing, Sylvian couldn’t deny the satisfaction curling in his chest.
His own mind must’ve been just as far gone.
With a dazed expression, Sylvian yanked Zeroth forward and kissed him.
“I like you… I really like you, Zeroth.”
“I like you too, Sylvian.”
Their gazes locked, each reflected perfectly in the other’s eyes.
Sylvian grinned foolishly before pulling Zeroth into a tight embrace.
A warm, feline satisfaction spread through him—finally hearing the words he’d longed for, paired with the familiar rush of pleasure, lulling his consciousness into a haze.
“Hah…!”
“We’re not done yet.” Zeroth licked his lips, eyes curving with amusement.
“I still need to inspect My wife’s pure, untouched pussy.”
“Ah!”
Zeroth grabbed Sylvian’s ankle and twisted, flipping him over effortlessly.
The familiar position—ass presented, hips raised—had Sylvian instinctively trying to crawl away before he was caught again.
“Now, how does the purity inspection go again…?”
Hmm?
At the soft, teasing question, Sylvian’s toes curled.
He’d been kidnapped, dragged here, all to avoid this—yet here he was, right back where he started.
No, worse.
Now there were humiliating whispers on top of it.
A cruel two-for-one deal.
Sylvian clenched his ass, trying to hide the exposed hole from Zeroth’ gaze.
“You must’ve enjoyed my touch. Look how wet you are already.”
Absolutely pristine and chaste, Zeroth murmured.
Ah—!
A large hand gripped Sylvian’s cheeks, spreading them wide, letting cool air rush against his flushed entrance.
Zeroth licked his lips, watching the trembling hole twitch at the temperature difference.
“Do you remember, My wife? If it’s been too long… shall I remind you?”
Stop asking so sweetly and just—just be gentle with your actions!
Sylvian nodded frantically, face crumpling.
Every flex of Zeroth’ fingers made his hole clench in shame.
He’d usually make Sylvian spread himself, but today—after so long—it seemed Zeroth wanted to do it himself, just like the first time.
“Hah… clean… Ngh! Zeroth, you—you said I was clean…!”
He barely managed to repeat the teasing words Zeroth had used on him before.
“But since My wife doesn’t believe me, I’ll have to check myself. Until you’re too overwhelmed to think of anyone else.”
The faintly dangerous tone made Sylvian hiccup.
“Since you’ve forgotten, I’ll remind you. I want you to feel just how much I love you.”
With that declaration, a hot, slick tongue pressed against his stretched hole.
“Ah—! Z-Zeroth! N-not—! Hah! T-that’s too much!”
The wet, firm muscle prodding below sent Sylvian’s upper body collapsing forward.
He’d barely been holding on as it was—but now, as that scorching tongue licked into his folds, delving deep, his entire body convulsed.
“Hah! Ah—! Ngh! Ah!”
Sluurp.
Occasional suction pulled more slick from his walls, making Sylvian’s thighs tremble.
“Nn—! Ngh! Hhk!”
“Rest assured, My wife. There’s no scent of another alpha on you.”
The deliberate mention of Karl made Sylvian clench around Zeroth’ tongue in protest.
“Hah—! Slurp!”
…Is he trying to kill me? Sylvian thought, hips jerking helplessly.
Pleasure had long since overtaken him.
Every flick of Zeroth’ tongue sent heat racing up his spine, his cock grinding against the sofa without thought.
A puddle of pre-cum had already formed beneath him on the leather.
Squelch, squelch.
The lewd sounds from front and back burned Sylvian’s cheeks red.
…It feels good.
Hah…
Karl had been good too, but no one knew his body like Zeroth.
Was this why they said first loves were terrifying?
Muttering nonsense, Sylvian gave in to the fingers now working him open with practiced ease.
“Nn—! Hah! A-again! I’m—I’m gonna—!”
No fingers, no cock inside—yet his overheated body spasmed, cum spurting out in weak bursts.
“Ah—!”
“I thought My wife might be in pain, so I used my tongue… but it seems that’s not enough.”
Zeroth’ voice was thick with heat as he pulled back.
“Hah…! Zeroth, p-please… inspect me… with yours…”
His body screamed for proper pleasure.
Zeroth’ pheromones had been flooding the room, drowning his senses.
“Nn—! Hhk!”
“It’s been a while… I’ll try not to hurt you.”
“N-no! Give it to me! Waaah…!”
Lost in the haze of Zeroth’ scent, Sylvian didn’t even know what he was begging for anymore.
He spread his legs wider, hips lifting in shameless offering.
Thrust!
“Hah—! T-this isn’t—! Hah!”
The sight of pale thighs spread wide and a fluttering hole made Zeroth want to plunge himself in all at once, but instead, he shoved two fingers into Sylvian’s entrance.
Even after long minutes of preparation, the hole was still tight.
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