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“…Ngh…!”
Zerbin spilled his cum onto my hand.
Even though he was still buried inside, he climaxed from the way my hand stroked him, unable to endure the pleasure.
He’s the strongest hero in the world, yet these sensitive reactions of his drive me insane.
This is so fucking hot, I might actually die.
Maybe because he had just come, his body lost strength, making him feel even more languid than before.
I had given him a brief moment to adjust, and taking advantage of that, I began to move my hips at a leisurely pace.
As I slowly pulled out the length that had been buried deep inside him, Zerbin let out a strained moan.
“Haa….”
His usual low, dry voice became so sweet when heated like this—something only I knew.
That fact alone filled me with a ridiculous sense of superiority.
Pathetically so.
I grabbed his hips and thrust back in.
His insides, stretched to their limits, clenched around me in the shape of my cock.
A wave of pleasure surged through me.
I almost let out a moan, but I barely held it back.
He wouldn’t want to hear it, so I had no intention of letting him.
“Hngh, ugh…!”
His waist, gripped in my hands, was blazing hot and firm.
Like the thick trunk of an ancient tree—solid and unyielding—yet trembling every time I drove inside him, betraying his sensitivity.
It was unbearably erotic.
Zerbin’s thick neck was lined with veins from the effort of holding back his moans, but his body still shuddered helplessly with pleasure.
The powerful arms that had been clutching the sheets finally gave out, and he collapsed forward, burying his face into the pillow.
His deep violet hair rippled against the white sheets like waves in a storm.
“Ugh… Raul…”
Ah, no. That’s not good.
“Haa, Zerbin…”
If I lose control—
That’s what I told myself, but my mind was already fixated on the sight before me.
His sweat-slicked body, glistening along the sculpted curves of his muscles, was unbearably seductive.
In the end, instinct took over.
“Fuck…”
With my face nearly buried in the broad expanse of his back, I was too busy trailing my lips along the dip of his spine every time I thrust forward.
His well-defined back muscles were neither soft nor weak, yet he panted heavily each time my lips grazed his skin.
When I licked the tense muscles contracting under my touch, his walls clamped down around me.
The overwhelming pleasure left me feeling lightheaded.
Dazed, I intertwined my fingers with his, pressing our hands together.
Last time… I think he liked this.
Yeah, probably.
My head was a mess from how good it felt.
I really shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this—I should be focusing on making the hero feel good.
After all, I’m just someone who’s here to “make him realize love.”
The one who will truly satisfy him will be someone else—someone worthy.
“Haa, ngh…!”
Someone much stronger, someone he can lean on, someone who can fulfill him completely…
Someone who could call him something as affectionate as “Bati,” like Fer once did.
“Ah… ngh, ahh…!”
So—
“Bati…”
Not me.
Wait.
Did I just say that out loud?
My hazy mind barely processed the thought before another intense wave of pleasure shattered my focus.
“Mm… Ahhh!”
His insides, which had been stretched and loosened from the repeated thrusts, suddenly constricted tightly around me when I drove in again.
The unexpected pressure sent a violent surge of pleasure through me.
Instinctively, I squeezed his hand.
Zerbin’s grip tightened too, holding on as if bracing against the overwhelming sensation.
But soon after, his fingers slackened.
His breath spilled out in uneven gasps—I knew then that he had climaxed.
And I wasn’t far behind.
The thought of releasing inside him was dangerously tempting, but I barely managed to pull out just in time.
“Hngh, ah…”
I was just as dazed as he was, but at least I didn’t make the same mistake twice.
Instead of coming inside, I spilled over his ass… but the sight was almost worse.
His dark, tanned skin was streaked with thick, white cum, making it look obscenely lewd.
Heat flared through my body all over again.
The creamy liquid beaded along the curve of his round, firm ass before slowly dripping down.
Just watching it made my face burn.
Even though I hadn’t come inside, it still felt like I’d done something indecent.
My moment of self-reproach didn’t last long.
Zerbin, still lying with his face buried in the pillow, turned his head to look at me.
Tear-streaked.
His red-rimmed eyes were a sight I would never get to see under normal circumstances, making it all the more arousing.
Even though his cheeks were already damp, more shimmering droplets clung to his lashes, threatening to spill over.
Not even when he suffered severe wounds in brutal battles against demons did he shed tears this easily.
And now, here he was—beneath me, laid bare, with those same tears trailing down his face.
My lower abdomen tensed.
I couldn’t help it—I was turned on all over again.
“…Just now.”
But the way he spoke made my blood run cold.
Shit.
Did I really say it out loud?
Did I lose control and blurt it out instead of just thinking it?
I should apologize.
“S-Sorry! I was just thinking about that priest we met earlier, and it just… slipped out…!”
“Do you have a death wish?”
His words were sharp as a blade, sending an icy chill down my spine.
Even in this situation, I was still hard for him.
Ridiculous.
I just got death-threatened, for fuck’s sake.
Then again, Zerbin was sexy as hell—even his ruthless personality included.
But if I kept pushing my luck, I might actually die one day.
“I was wrong! I won’t do it again!”
I’ll never call him a nickname like that again. Just spare me this once.
Besides, I still call him by his last name, don’t I?
It’s not like I was planning to be that familiar with him anyway.
If I wanted to take a step forward, I’d start with his first name.
But not like that.
Not “Bati.”
Who the hell did I think I was, calling him that?
He was probably pissed enough already, hearing some dumb shit like that in the middle of sex.
Even if he didn’t kill me, there was a real possibility he’d get so turned off that he’d rip my dick off.
…Okay, maybe that’s a bit extreme.
The silence that followed made me nervous.
The tightness in my chest—was it fear?
‘So, the priest is allowed, but I’m not?’
Sure, they were close when they were kids.
But that was ten years ago.
I’m the one closest to him now, aren’t I?
If anyone should be calling him by a nickname, it’s not some priest who popped up out of nowhere—it should be me, the one who came running the moment I heard he was sick.
‘…The fuck am I thinking?’
I sound like some jealous idiot sulking over a stupid nickname.
I’m just here to make him understand love, and then I’ll step aside. That’s all I am. Nothing more.
I’m just an insignificant human, useless in saving the world.
Getting closer to him would only get in the way. This distance is just right.
We’re close enough that he trusts me, and that’s all that matters.
“…Haa.”
Zerbin let out a long sigh. His deep, husky voice still carried the remnants of arousal. Fortunately, he wasn’t mad enough to lose interest entirely.
At least I didn’t ruin the mood completely.
He pushed himself up from where he’d been lying.
“Lie down.”
“Huh?”
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