This was the first time Ranshel had seen him so vulnerable.
What was he so afraid of, when he was standing before a person who would fall into the fires of hell for him?
Ranshel reached out his hand again, but this time, he couldn’t touch Zavad’s body.
It was because Zavad gently grabbed his wrist and caressed the reddened, sore skin.
A dark mark was already visible on the hand and arm he had gripped tightly while he was out of his mind.
Zavad stared at the mark with trembling eyes, as if it were a burn mark, then gently pushed Ranshel back.
The fingertips, which had almost no strength, were soft and cautious, feeling nothing like the hand that had seized his wrist before.
“…Please, leave.”
“…….”
“Ranshel.”
Zavad pleaded, sounding as if he was in pain.
Ranshel swallowed something deep into his throat, as if gulping down a lump that rose up, and drew a long breath.
Then, he took a large step forward.
Zavad retreated again, but something blocked his movement.
It was a makeshift bed made of stacked blankets on a wooden board.
Taking advantage of his pause, Ranshel reached down this time.
When his fingertips touched Zavad’s left thigh, which was already visibly swollen, Zavad’s body gave a great start.
Ranshel, too, was surprised by the volume he felt in his fingertips, but he tried to maintain a composed face as he soothed Zavad.
“It’s alright, Young Master.”
Zavad shook his head.
His face was stained with pain and anger.
A repressed voice flowed from him.
“I don’t want to do this to you.”
…Of course not.
Even if he lost his reason due to the fragrance, why would he be aroused by Ranshel?
Ranshel barely managed to straighten his inwardly shrinking fingertips and firmly pressed Zavad’s solid core.
“……!”
Zavad’s body was only wrapped in a single, light cloth for the ritual, and the water-soaked ceremonial robe offered no protection.
While Zavad was frozen in shock, Ranshel pushed him firmly backward.
It was not a body that would normally be pushed by Ranshel’s touch, but Zavad’s body, whose mind was clouded by the raging heat all over, fell back with a thud, as if Ranshel’s hand were a sharp whip.
And Ranshel did not miss the opportunity, quickly straddling his solid body.
Zavad, lying on the bed, looked shocked, as if he had been attacked by an assailant.
Ranshel’s heart felt broken by the anxiety and fear in his eyes.
He didn’t want to scare him. He didn’t want to force him to do something he didn’t want to do.
But if Zavad lost his reason and bolted from here, Ranshel had no way to stop him.
Wouldn’t Zavad be able to rip off such a loose lock with his bare hands?
“…It’s no different than doing it alone.”
Ranshel tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.
This was no different from what they usually did.
“Think of me as a tool you use.”
Ranshel continued to brainwash himself inwardly.
He would not let having relations with him become a source of pain for Zavad.
Zavad was not a beast who assaulted people because he was aroused by the Seduction Fragrance; he was merely a victim of a curse.
Ranshel was only a mouth and hands offering assistance.
This would not ruin their relationship.
“…What are you talking about?”
“I’m saying you don’t have to care. Just think of it as releasing your urges.”
Ranshel would remain the servant Zavad needed. By his side, for as long as possible.
‘…Like that, it will never…’
No. It will. I will make it happen.
Ranshel forcibly pushed away the thoughts surging in his mind and slipped his hand to Zavad’s waist.
Zavad must have truly reached his limit now, and this time, he would lose his reason and take Ranshel’s body.
Ranshel thought so.
However, Zavad gritted his teeth, enduring the temptation of the Seduction Fragrance, letting the pain of his fingernails digging into his palm ground him.
He managed to regain his fading reason and spoke with difficulty.
“Why would I think such a thing about you?”
“…Because you can. I’m telling you it’s alright.”
“No… Ugh.”
Zavad gasped as Ranshel’s fingertips moved between his legs.
The skilled swordsman who made all the sharp blades he faced tumble to the ground was now being suppressed by a single white finger, unable to move.
He was stiff like someone hit by a paralyzing poison, looking up at Ranshel with wildly shaking eyes. Then, he slowly extended both arms.
Ranshel looked at him with eyes that seemed to comply with whatever he did, but Zavad’s fingertips only reached out to stroke Ranshel’s cheeks.
“…No, Ranshel. I am your master. You are my person, whom I must protect for the rest of my life…. You have no obligation to relieve my urges. I… I have no intention of treating you like that.”
Ranshel shook his head.
“You must do so now. Even if you don’t want to.”
“…Why would I, you…”
His voice, which had been murmuring with difficulty, gradually lowered.
The eyes looking up at Ranshel slowly lost focus.
The red eyes were soon filled with thick lust, and his body, which was already burning like a fireball, raged even hotter.
The hand that had gently stroked his cheek began to bind Ranshel again with the immense strength of an iron chain.
Ranshel gritted his teeth against the aggressive grip clutching his waist and did what he had to do.
The sense of something solid and swollen like a stone beneath his hips had been distinct for some time.
Zavad must have reached his limit long ago, but he had struggled to regain his reason.
‘…Even if he doesn’t want to with me.’
He had never for a moment thought of taking advantage of the opportunity, but Ranshel felt disgusted with himself for not being entirely against it.
‘At least I will embrace the person I love once.’
‘At least such a thing will happen once in my life.’
Tears welled up due to such selfish sentimentality and the ugliness of his wildly beating heart, even in this situation.
Ranshel blinked his eyes through the blurry vision, letting the tears that welled up fall, and moved his body backward to sit on Zavad’s thigh.
Then, he pushed aside the front opening of Zavad’s trousers, which were visibly bulging.
Thwang, Zavad’s erect penis jutted out, bobbing greatly as if it would touch Ranshel’s lower abdomen.
Ranshel flinched at the oppressive size, which was on a completely different level from his own, but he deliberately reached out both hands to grasp the thick column.
He then slid his hands down and then slowly back up, caressing the flesh beneath his palms.
He had never touched another’s before, but when he stroked the engorged glans, recalling how he masturbated, clear fluid leaked out slightly from the tip.
With every stroke, from the firm base covered with rough hair to the plump glans, thick, protruding veins twitched, tickling his palms.
Even in this situation, it was utterly astonishing that the body beneath that mesmerizing and beautiful face could be so frighteningly large.
“Ah, Ranshel….”
