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Just the feeling of that plush skin against my cheek made my blood burn hotter.
Desire eroded reason.
Drunk on pleasure, my hips grew impatient.
I pushed into him with force, letting the sound of skin slapping skin echo.
Each time my cock ruthlessly pried him open and thrust upward, his inner walls clenched in surprise.
The quivering inside tightened around me, leaving no gaps.
“Ngh, ah… Ah!”
“Batti… Batista.”
“Just now, I— Hng, damn it! Hah…!”
Batista panted, pulling me into an embrace.
With both arms clinging to me, he simply hung on as pleasure overwhelmed him.
Every time my cock speared into his molten heat, he shuddered.
His deep violet hair scattered messily across the crumpled sheets.
The arms holding me gradually tightened.
The tears welling in his eyes had long since overflowed, soaking Batista’s cheeks.
Both sides of his face were already drenched.
“Batista… Can’t hold back?”
“Hnn, ah… Ah…!”
No answer came—only moans.
is hazy gray eyes, blurred with tears, stared dazedly at me.
His parted lips seemed to want to say something, but no words formed.
He buried his face against the nape of my neck.
His lips pressed to my skin, muffling his sounds. He traced the marks he’d made earlier with his mouth.
What had started as harmless soon turned into sharp tingles as he began sucking.
Of course it stung—he was worrying the wound, drawing blood to the surface.
Yet the pain did nothing to dull the pleasure.
“Your… strength. Can’t control it?”
I asked again.
Batista shook his head frantically, as if desperate.
Realizing he’d lost control, he pulled away and pressed his face into the pillow.
The cheap, worn fabric trembled unsteadily beneath him.
The pillowcase was already damp with sweat and saliva.
Seeing him struggle, I forced down the pleasure clouding my mind and stilled my body—though I couldn’t bring myself to pull out.
Instead, I kissed his tear-streaked cheek.
“Raul…”
Batista lifted his head to look at me.
The hero, melted into helplessness—something no other adventurer could ever imagine—gazed back with eyes glazed from tears.
“Me too.”
A voice thick with arousal—but even more so, with affection.
“Me too… I love you.”
He whispered it to me.
My breath caught. So that’s what he wanted to say.
That’s why he held onto me, why he’d been so desperate to murmur something in my ear.
Batista, who always wanted to return every ounce of emotion he received—so tender it hurt.
So full of love it ached.
So heroic it made my chest tighten.
I really… love you.
More than anything in this world.
“I’d die for you… if it came to it.”
My heart raced far too fast, blood rushing through my veins.
My body temperature spiked, heat spreading.
My face and ears must have been completely red.
With trembling hands, I pulled Batista into my arms.
Pressed flush against him, my still-buried cock slid in deeper.
Batista jolted, hips twitching.
I bit my lip.
But right now, I just wanted to hold him.
“Don’t say depressing things.”
“But I mean it.”
“…If you died,”
His damp lips pecked against mine, then parted.
The walls sheathing my cock squeezed tight.
Pleasure shot up my spine, electric.
“Who’d satisfy me then?”
Batista laughed.
The ever-stamina-rich hero, who’d seemed on the verge of suffocating from pleasure moments ago, had already recovered—and was demanding more.
Who would’ve guessed he could be this lewd, this irresistible?
“Yeah… you’re right. Sorry.”
I’m happy. I tightened my arms around him, pressing our bodies closer.
I could feel Batista’s heartbeat—racing just as fast as mine.
I want to hold him like this forever.
I wouldn’t let go, no matter the punishment.
Like this… I want to be loved by Batista.
My body is exhausted, but I’m filled with a sense of emotional satisfaction.
I’m completely drained, and Bati cradles me in his arms so I can lean against him.
The soft warmth brushing my cheek makes me feel incredibly drowsy.
Before, I would’ve jumped up in shock at the thought of resting my face against Bati’s chest while sober.
But now… well. We’re dating!
Aaahhh! I’m dating Bati!
Even after we’ve had sex and I’m clinging to him like this, it still doesn’t feel real.
If I wake up tomorrow and ask, “We’re really dating, right?” he’ll probably just give me a look like
I’m talking nonsense and say something like, “Did you not sleep enough?”
If that happens, I’ll cry.
Actually, maybe that would be better for the world.
But I’ll still cry from heartbreak…!
“What are you doing?”
I was wriggling in his arms, lost in sad thoughts about things that hadn’t even happened yet.
…Let’s not say anything.
“Nothing.”
“Tired?”
I wanted to say no, but there’s no way I could lie right now.
I’ve used up every ounce of energy to satisfy Bati.
My stamina is at absolute zero.
“Yeah.”
I answered honestly.
“I can’t move at all.”
“You’ll need to build up your stamina.”
Says the one acting like it’s nothing! I’ve never once been told I lacked stamina before!
Given my abilities—sneaking around in the dark, staying hidden for long periods, getting trapped in noble mansions’ secret passageways for days—I’ve never slacked off in training.
Even after returning in time, I’ve been training every day in preparation for battle with the demons!
This is so unfair.
“You’ve seen me train every day. I’ve been working hard.”
I poked his chest in protest.
For some reason, Bati let out a soft chuckle. It’s pathetic, but whenever he smiles, I freeze.
Bati, who used to be expressionless like a statue, is now smiling at me.
My brain just can’t process it.
And on top of that—he’s just too handsome!
My cheeks heat up on their own.
“You’ll need to work even harder going forward.”
His gentle hand strokes my hair.
His fingers only touch my hair, yet my heart starts pounding.
“I’ll do my best…”
I’m so happy that he even says ‘going forward’.
That I’m part of Bati’s future makes me joyful.
That’s why I can’t help but answer cheerfully.
I stayed curled in his arms, soaking in the affectionate way he ran his fingers through my hair.
My consciousness was drifting—like I’d fall asleep any second.
‘No, wait!’
I forced my half-closed eyelids open.
Now’s not the time to be all hazy in Bati’s arms.
I haven’t told him I came back in time yet.
I need to confess it while the mood’s still soft and open.
If I keep putting it off, I’ll just keep worrying about when the right time is.
And before we go any deeper in our relationship, Bati has a right to know.
If he finds out I selfishly stole his return in time, he might be completely turned off!
If that happens… I’ll cry, but realistically, I’d have to accept it.
I mean, it would be my fault.
That thought wakes me up.
“Hey, Bati…?”
Bati presses a finger to my lips.
I was about to ask why, but the moment our eyes met, I dropped my gaze.
His cool, gray eyes—usually so sharp—were now filled with such sweet affection, I felt like I might melt.
“Bati.”
“Hm?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted me to call you?”
“Ah… yeah. That’s true.”
Really?
Really, really?
He did give me permission before, but it was so embarrassing I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
I even threw a fit back then like, ‘How could I possibly call you ‘Bati’ when we’re not even dating?!’
I never imagined we’d actually end up dating and I’d really be using a pet name.
I’m overwhelmed.
And what’s even more overwhelming is how Bati remembered that I’d once been jealous of Fer and suggested it again now.
He’s so kind… No matter what anyone says, he’s got the makings of a true hero—Bati does!
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