Zavad, having lost his reason, knew no moderation, and with an unnecessarily strong force, simply slammed and ground inside, injecting an endless stream of intense pleasure.
Ranshel sobbed with the mind-melting stimulation, pushing Zavad away one moment and hugging him the next, setting his nails into him and then squirming to push him away again.
Zavad was the one who lost his mind due to the fragrance, but Ranshel felt as if the penis piercing his underside was completely saturated with the scent.
He had never experienced this kind of sensation in his life.
Every time Zavad pierced that something residing in his opening, his lower abdomen boiled, and the blood flowing through his body became sticky like it was mixed with honey, making his entire body melt sluggishly.
“Please, ah, slowly… Ha-uuh…!”
None of Ranshel’s words reached Zavad.
Zavad lifted Ranshel’s legs onto his shoulders and thrust his hips, and then, as if that wasn’t enough, he leaned his weight and completely pressed his upper body against Ranshel.
He then pushed the tip deep inside, forcefully bending Ranshel’s body in half.
Ranshel endured the demands of the person colliding with him with his whole body, his face smeared with tears and saliva, panting heavily.
“Huck, hoo-ugh, I’m going, again… Ah, there, stop, th-ugh, Haa…!”
His vision turned white, and he couldn’t see anything.
Ranshel’s penis, fully erect, was caught between the two bodies rubbing together and sporadically shot out thin fluid.
He couldn’t tell how many times he had ejaculated.
Even after spitting out semen and being extremely sensitive, there was no moment of rest.
He felt like a part of his brain would truly break from having to continuously receive the penis that was thrusting and making him climax.
And just as he was trembling from the sensation of ejaculation, letting cloudy fluid leak from his red-tinged tip again.
When his tightly closed opening clenched the embedded penis, Zavad groaned, bit Ranshel’s neck, and thrust his hips up with all his might.
And then, a gush of hot fluid poured and surged inside the opening.
Zavad’s body solidified, holding Ranshel tightly.
Ranshel’s fingertips squirmed with the sensation of his insides burning, and unable to endure it, he set his nails into Zavad’s broad back, carving an unknown number of new red lines.
“Haa, ha….”
Ranshel opened his eyes wide and gasped, startled by the sensation of the fluid that had erupted inside him.
It wasn’t because Zavad had ejaculated inside him, but because he realized that Zavad had only just reached his climax while Ranshel had ejaculated multiple times.
But there was no time to be shocked.
Even though Zavad was leaning his whole weight on him, limp with exhaustion, the penis still embedded inside him was still hard, and Zavad’s red eyes were still burning with endless greed.
Nothing had ended.
The curse was progressing, and Ranshel had to continue receiving him with his entire body until Zavad regained his senses.
“Ranshel….”
The voice whispering in his ear was extremely low, yet it sounded sweet to Ranshel.
Ranshel tightened the arms wrapped around Zavad’s shoulders, hugging him.
The feeling of being pressed against Zavad’s pulsating flesh was profoundly good. He was painfully happy.
Even without a curse, this vibrant flesh would always ignite a fire in Ranshel’s belly and strike him like a whip.
Ranshel shamelessly took advantage of Zavad’s lost reason to rub his lips against Zavad’s firm jaw and scratch the water-soaked skin with his canine teeth.
However, whether it was his imagination or not, the member contained inside him seemed to be getting a little harder….
“Ah-ugh?!”
A large hand abruptly grabbed Ranshel’s calf, and Zavad flipped his body over.
Ranshel buried his face in the blanket that had been crushed under his back and trembled.
His inner wall was scraped circularly by the thick blunt object as his body was turned over with the penis still inside.
Despite having ejaculated so much, his sagging penis reacted again when the inside was stimulated.
Soon after, just as his ribs were aching and his breath was constricted by the firm hand pressing down on his back, both his hips were grabbed, and his buttocks were forcefully lifted.
“Ah, Young Master….”
The penis, which had briefly pulled out, re-entered at a changed angle, scraping his abdomen as it bent inside.
Ranshel, gripping the blanket, again received the relentlessly thrusting penis, letting out continuous moans.
Ranshel didn’t know when he lost consciousness.
He laboriously lifted his heavy eyelids.
As his hazy consciousness gradually returned, the pain etched onto his body slowly began to surface as well.
Ranshel tightly bit his lips, which were covered with scabs from biting them so much.
He had no strength left in his body.
His completely depleted stamina showed no sign of recovery, and his rubbed skin stung as if pricked by needles.
From his hands, which had tightly gripped the blanket, to his chest, which had been pressed by strong pressure, his back, his thighs, calves, and ankles that had been strongly squeezed, and even his toes that were tightly curled—there was no part of him that didn’t hurt.
Ranshel, who was staring blankly at the stone ceiling, suddenly raised his head slightly at the sensation of something rubbing his leg.
“…….”
Zavad was wiping Ranshel’s body with a wet towel.
Now that Ranshel thought about it, his body, which should have been sticky with all the bodily fluids that had soaked it, was perfectly clean, as usual.
It seemed Zavad had meticulously wiped his entire body, top and bottom, inside and out.
It must have been a very compromising sight.
Ranshel felt a little awkward and nervously sat up his upper body.
“Young Master, I…”
Ahem, Ranshel coughed dryly.
His hoarse voice had completely lost its original tone, as if someone had strangled him in the night.
To think this had all happened because he opened his mouth and let out loud moans.
Ranshel smoothed his face, which was hot with embarrassment, and called Zavad again.
“Young Master?”
“…….”
No answer came from Zavad.
He merely continued to carefully wipe Ranshel’s skin with the towel dipped in clean water.
“Are you alright?”
“…….”
Ranshel, tilting his head and observing him closely, noticed where Zavad’s gaze was fixed.
Zavad was silently looking at the dark blue bruises on Ranshel’s ankles, the red swelling on his calves, and the distinct handprints encircling his thighs.
“Young Master.”
Ranshel called him with his hoarse voice and cautiously reached out his hand.
But Zavad pulled his arm away before Ranshel’s fingertips could touch him, avoiding Ranshel’s touch.
Then, the moment his eyes, which had been staring down, finally looked up at Ranshel’s face, Ranshel’s heart sank.
Zavad was biting his teeth, his face pale, as if swallowing a bitter wound. What was etched on his face was clear pain.
Ranshel froze completely, unable to speak any further.
Zavad looked at Ranshel and muttered with a pale face.
“I, I did that to you….”
The slight trembling sound did not seem to come from his mouth.
He was shaking entirely.
Ranshel didn’t want this incident to hurt Zavad.
He didn’t want to see the person he loved blaming himself for taking his body.
“It was just a momentary… mistake.”
“……A mistake?”
“Yes. It’s no big deal, something like this.”
Ranshel placed his wish on his stiff tongue that could barely move.
He wanted this to truly be nothing more than a minor accident for Zavad.
“It’s just a trivial thing, like… dipping your feet in muddy water.”
So, he should just go wash his dirtied feet with the clean water of the pond prepared for him and move forward with confident steps again.
Ranshel would not become the dirty mud that persistently clung to his ankles.
If he was just once carried on his footsteps, that was enough.
He would not cling to him any longer.
Ranshel pulled up his trembling lips and managed a calm smile.
He wished for Zavad to regain his serenity, acting as if this truly was nothing.
However, Zavad’s face only sank into deeper sorrow.
He looked at Ranshel with trembling eyes and opened his mouth with difficulty.
“Why… are you speaking like that? I have no intention whatsoever of forcing you to cover this up and move on. You are the one who was harmed here, and you are the one who stepped in the dirty mud.”
“……Young Master.”
“I!”
Crack, the edge of the wooden bed Zavad was gripping crumbled.
