Hun the first sex scene is around the 327 ish chapter an the manhwa is just at chapter 106ish of the novelヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉ~
The comment under this is a scene from the chapter 1310 of the novel where they get freaky ε=ε=(ノ≧∇≦)ノ
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If you want I can paste the chapter where they get freaky(≧∀≦)
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Yuder remembered the moment when he had first kissed Kishiar after returning to the past.
A burning desire that swallowed hesitation and resistance in an instant. Even though he knew that the result of the choice he had willingly made was nothing more than a simple touch of skin that anyone could experience, for Yuder Aile, it was a world-shaking revelation.
What had the sharp sensation of offering something internal, something existing within his flesh, to another without any protective barrier felt like? The momentary satisfaction and thrill of drinking in the other's essence in return for giving his own? Even now, everything felt as vivid as if it had just happened.
In the invisible entanglement, there was no chaos as he had anticipated. Only his existence and Kishiar's were distinct in a world he could perceive. He doubted he would ever forget that moment, so enormous and seemingly eternal.
Whenever they repeated the same action afterward, the crimson desire didn't become more familiar; it only intensified. Right now, it was almost at its peak.
Even as he felt Kishiar lifting him up and moving towards some unknown destination, Yuder remained tightly clutched and focused solely on the kiss. Anything less would not have sufficed to quell the storm-like impulse raging within him. The turbulent emotions were neither skillful nor smooth, but Kishiar fully accepted them, though it did not imply leisure.
As Yuder's lips and tongue intertwined, his body responded intensely. In equal measure, Kishiar's breath and gaze were also shaken. Their eyes, wide open so as not to lose sight of each other, continued to focus on the same spot even as they fell onto the bed.
Yuder felt an invisible energy flowing through his body. Until now, he had occasionally sensed Kishiar's unique scent through the tip of his nose when they were close, but now it revealed itself differently.
Far different from any perfume, the scent unique to a second gender Awakener being deepened like an energy with a will, penetrating Yuder's face, arms and legs that wrapped around Kishiar, and even deeper areas where no clothes covered. It felt like entrusting his entire body to an invisible current.
It wasn't just Kishiar's scent that took on such a form. Yuder could sense that something that had left him was penetrating into Kishiar just as intensely. It was a foreign sensation that he had never felt before in either his past or present life, but its nature felt instinctual.
This was the scent that Yuder had carried ever since his second gender manifestation. Because one normally could not perceive one's own scent, this was the first time he had truly become aware of its existence.
People without second gender could only know it through smell, so they often mistook it for a unique body odor. But the scent he actually felt was somewhat different. In certain situations, it intensified to reveal its presence clearly, perceivable not just through the sense of smell.
"Do you feel it?" Kishiar momentarily pulled away from Yuder's lips and deeply inhaled along Yuder's neck.
"It feels like you're captivating me and pulling me to the ends of the earth."
It was a remarkably accurate description. After all, the scent of Kishiar that had penetrated into Yuder's body was evoking the same sensation.
In a way, it was similar to the sensation he had felt when he drank alcohol laced with the blood of a monster. Yet, what existed now was far hotter and more intense than what he remembered from back then. The fact that they could feel this way just from mere contact struck him as astonishing.
"I feel the same," Yuder replied.
Upon hearing the soft-spoken reply, Kishiar grinned with delight. Yuder slid his hands into his golden locks, enveloping him as if holding onto the man who had just kissed his neck. The feeling of his soft and silky hair wrapping around his fingers alone ignited a heat within him, somewhere deep in his belly.
'More.'
He wanted to touch more.
He wanted to entwine further, to share even more.
As Kishiar's hungry touch traced the tips of Yuder's pale ears, the usually hidden nape of his neck, and his broad shoulders, he also moved his lips to the vulnerable area below Yuder's ear, to the collarbone, and to the moist lips. Despite the absence of force, Yuder found himself gasping for breath, his waist involuntarily twitching.
"Ah...ah."
As if wanting to be even closer, Yuder embraced him tightly and suddenly felt the distinct, heavy warmth of another being near his legs.
'Ah...'
A moment of clarity allowed Yuder to recall a time not long after they had arrived in Tainu. They had entangled in a similar way on a sofa that was now damaged and replaced. Through that experience, Yuder understood just how much Kishiar was restraining himself physically.
The brief promise that Yuder had made—that once he fully recovered from his injuries and regained his strength, he would no longer be able to hold them back—had finally come to fruition right before them.
Looking at the shadow between Kishiar's legs, which felt hotter and more imposing than in his memory, Yuder felt not fear or reluctance but a sense of eager welcome for a long-awaited presence.
Kishiar, in turn, had forgotten none of the small conversations and promises he had shared with Yuder. The feeling of this affirmation was overwhelmingly certain.
A deep thrill surged up swiftly, resonating within their throat.
"...You kept your promise."
Catching his breath, Kishiar lifted his face, slightly furrowing his brows as he smiled.
"I said I would, didn't I?"
"..."
"Actually, I was thinking of holding back until we returned to the capital... but the moment I touched you, I couldn't think of anything else."
Anything else. In a low voice, almost breaking, he whispered repeatedly and met their lips once again. As if the eye of the most violent storm is actually the calmest place, so too were Kishiar's eyes.
Yuder tugged on the fabric hanging precariously on the man's shoulders, a piece of clothing that was close to ripping. Their bodies entwined deeply without further words. The buttons on Yuder's shirt popped off somewhere, Kishiar's soft cloth around his neck was not only removed but ripped, yet they had no care for such trivialities.
As their lips continuously met, their bare skin was exposed faster than in any of their previous encounters. Yuder tilted his head as he felt the heat Kishiar firmly held in one hand below.
"Mm…"
For the second time, they were directly aligned. Every time the calloused palm, toughened by daily sword practice, massaged their respective organs, waves of pleasure so intense it felt like his brain would combust flickered through his mind.
Yet, what captivated Yuder's gaze more than anything else, then and now, was Kishiar's face.
A face completely entranced by Yuder, unable to think of anything else.
Under the bright light, the fervor of a man feeling the same pleasure and reacting to the same sensations was more vivid than anything else.
"Ah... Ah, hm. Ah."
Every point of contact between them trembled with ravenous desire and fierce joy. In the midst of a yearning to be even closer, a poignant and agonizing warmth surged up from within.
Yuder overlaid his own hand atop Kishiar's. As their hands—backs and fingers intertwined—caressed their exposed flesh, Kishiar grimaced and clenched his teeth. Even his face, stripped of its smile, was breathtakingly beautiful.
Despite the familiarity of it all, every action felt refreshingly new.
Even though Yuder had intertwined bodies with Kishiar countless times, he had never willingly extended his hand like this before. It was also the first time he freely let out his voice without worrying about someone overhearing.
Nothing was shameful, and he wanted to miss nothing.t
Yuder's face, lost in deep satisfaction and concentration, turned almost expressionless as if devoid of emotion. If it weren't for his heated breath escaping between slightly parted lips, and the darker-than-usual flush tinting his eyes, no one would have known the extent of his passion.
But Kishiar, in a state no different from his own, was able to fully read the intense emotions Yuder was experiencing. The look in Yuder's eyes, as he moved without inhibition like shedding a layer of self-control, seemed like a flame burning within ice.
How captivating, yet poignant, awe-inspiring, and intoxicating the raw and pure desire revealed by this typically secretive and quiet person could be—Yuder probably didn’t even realize it himself.
Instinct and reason flickered dangerously close, crossing paths incessantly. For that moment, neither could think of anything else.
"Eh, ah, ha…”
Finally, the climax arrived, turning his mind hazy.
Yuder, trembling with a pleasure akin to a tidal wave, clashed lips with Kishiar once again. The small sensations of their lips not aligning perfectly, of bumping and sliding, brought a sense of euphoria.
How many seconds could they have endured such overwhelming sensations? Only then did a semblance of rational thought begin to return.
"…Haah."
The first thing he felt was the warm liquid that had wetted both hands. Most of it had pooled in Kishiar’s palms, but some had splattered onto their bodies and the hem of their clothes.
Lying beneath Kishiar who covered him entirely, Yuder felt as if he was trapped in the world's smallest, most solid, and comforting cave. Glancing down at his exposed stomach and the liquid trickling down, he raised his eyes to scan Kishiar’s body.
If Yuder's attire was disheveled, Kishiar's was ripped and torn to an even greater degree. It would have looked less messy if he had taken everything off.
The reddish marks faintly visible between his shoulders and collarbone caught Yuder's eyes. They were handprints, left in haste as Yuder had grasped him. Those small areas of flushed skin, damp from sweat and heat, looked surprisingly obscene.
The same went for his face, revealed through the disheveled golden hair.
Leaning in to gently rest his forehead against Yuder’s, Kishiar softly bit and sucked on Yuder’s lower lip before letting go. The kisses that followed—on the lips, the jaw, the neck, and even the wet hand that he elegantly pulled towards himself—felt like hot brands.
The stigmas that had marked Yuder in his past life had never shaken him, but the brands Kishiar offered, filled with fervent and scorching heat, were different. Without uttering a word, they profoundly shook Yuder's core. At every touch, his skin trembled and his heightened senses focused solely on that spot. Still intoxicated by the lingering pleasure, Yuder looked at him. And Kishiar looked right back.
His lips, flushed as though they were about to burst from countless kisses, were impossible to look away from.
"..."
Like himself, Kishiar also couldn't extinguish the internal flames boiling within him with just one evolution. The locked gazes, the scent that thickened enough to fog his mind, and the persistent heat below, despite having been relieved once, left no doubt in Yuder's mind.
He didn't know how far Kishiar was willing to go, but he had a rough idea of what the next step would be.
Could they proceed further? Upon contemplating, the answer effortlessly flowed in.
If possible, he wanted to go ahead.
Though it was not a mating season, and even though he didn't yet know if Kishiar wanted to go further, a remarkably firm resolve reared its head.
Any fear related to the act was gone. All he desired was to reach Kishiar La Orr more deeply, and more completely.
He wanted to reciprocate all that the man before him had given.
He wanted to see more faces of Kishiar that he didn't know...
"Commander..."
In order to convey this conclusion, the very moment Yuder reached his hand toward Kishiar's chest, something happened.
Before he could even complete the gesture, the thick scent around them suddenly reacted strangely. Just as Yuder's scent explosively intensified, light burst out from the point where his hand made contact.
‘What...?’
Opening his eyes, he ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) saw the light wasn't coming from Kishiar, but from his own hand. The faintly glowing red light spread up his arm, vivid enough to shine through the skin. Yuder noticed various colored energies emanating from beyond Kishiar's chest where his hand had touched.
It was something he had seen before.
Startled, he pulled back his hand, and the light that had enveloped it began to fade. The energies visible beyond Kishiar's chest also disappeared.
Kishiar, too, looked at the scene with widened eyes and softly whispered,
"What was that just now?"
Yuder looked down at his hand, still faintly wrapped in the red light. The shock caused his arousal to subside, and he finally remembered what they were supposed to be doing tonight.
Getting lost in someone to the point of forgetting even what they were originally supposed to do was a first in his life, no matter how exceptional the circumstances had been since yesterday.
Sitting up silently, Yuder turned his head toward Kishiar. In the man's eyes, he could see a look that suggested he had some idea what was going on.
"It seems like I've managed to unlock the power flowing within you, Commander."
Should he feel relieved that he succeeded even in this situation? His mind thought so, but his feelings were somewhat complicated. It was an unfamiliar sentiment.
Kishiar also sat up and gave a small smile.
"That's good to hear. Do you feel any pain or anything unusual?"
Yuder shook his head. Taking a deep breath, Kishiar spoke.
"Getting greedy beyond this point may be difficult. Let's clean up first, and then we can try that again properly. Is that okay?"
"Yes."
Standing up from the floor, the man seemed to have an idea and extended his hand toward Yuder.
"Although it's a bit regrettable, shall we bathe together? We've never shared a bathroom while staying here, after all."
A playful arch of the eyebrows and a smile adorned his face, a lingering warmth still palpable. Although an unexpected incident had occurred, he wasn't disappointed in the least. The moment Yuder sensed this, he was finally able to quell his astonishment.
"Yes."
Kishiar grinned brightly. Led by his hand, Yuder entered the bathroom with him for the first time.
girl tysmm ♀, are there any other chapters that had moments between them?? ive read these ones(ch 200-201, 204, 212, 223-8, 234-5, 326, 459-465, 617-619, 751-753)
but i can only read up till ch 1136 on novelight without paying
Oh hun I thinks there are a few more(๑•ㅂ•)و✧
Let me find them and I’ll post them for you(⌒▽⌒)
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If he was saying this out of concern for his condition, Yuder wanted to tell him that he was fine—that he’d only felt a brief wave of fatigue, and there was nothing else wrong.
But the man, who now gently rested his cheek against Yuder’s forehead, continued speaking with a look in his eyes as if he already knew everything Yuder was about to say.
“You’ve been busy all day. On top of that, you were tense the whole time, worried that something might happen to Kanna, while trying not to miss a single important detail. Even if your body’s fine, your mind must be worn out. Same goes for me.”
“……”
“How about we sleep here for the night, and once we wake up, we go over the information I’ve been gathering on my own? It’ll be easier to process when our minds are clearer, and it’ll feel better too.”
His tone was as soft as a lullaby—and yet, for some reason, it felt like a temptation.
Yuder fell silent for a moment, then nodded.
“It’s a bit early to be turning in… but all right.”
“If you think you won’t be able to fall asleep, I could offer you a bit of help. Something with a touch of blessing.”
“…What kind of help?”
“A kiss. Quite effective for easing tension.”
Had it been anyone else saying such a thing, Yuder would’ve met it with a fist. But this was Kishiar. Whether it actually had any effect or not, if Kishiar was offering him a kiss, of course—Yuder wanted it.
“…Please do.”
Kishiar smiled and pressed his lips firmly against Yuder’s temple.
“Set those tangled thoughts aside for now.”
His lips were warm, just as they always were. Drawn in by that warmth, Yuder’s eyes slowly closed.
Through the thin layer of skin where they touched, he could feel Kishiar’s breath. The slow, exhaled air grazed his skin and sent a gentle shiver crawling down his spine. The flush that began at his temple traced a line behind his closed eyelids, brushed across his throat, grazed softly over his chest beneath his clothing, and coiled lower—wrapping around his abdomen.
And then, finally, it reached that deeply hidden, most private place… Lingering there… holding its breath… as if—
Knock.
A light tap came at the door.
“……”
Yuder’s fine hairs stood on end instinctively, and he opened his eyes. At that exact moment, Kishiar’s lips pulled away from his temple with a faint, wet sound. He was still smiling gently.
In reality, it must have been only a short moment—yet it felt strangely as though the kiss had lasted a long, long time.
Hm…
He had only wanted a simple kiss—nothing more. But the effect far exceeded his expectations.
The heat that had transferred from Kishiar’s lips clung to him, burning quietly within, as if it had taken root in his very core. Their gazes, now so close that the rest of the world seemed to fall away, locked onto each other—and Yuder suddenly realized he was thirsty.
“……”
He swallowed dryly, trying to soothe it, but the thirst didn’t go away.
Lowering his gaze to his own hands, Yuder realized: This wasn’t thirst for water. Nor was it fatigue.
What he wanted was not a drink—but breath. Breath tangled with breath, wet and warm, flooding his mouth until it left him breathless—like a sweet, intoxicating nectar.
He didn’t want just a pat on the back or a gentle embrace. He wanted something more—wanted warmth exchanged so fully that they overflowed into each other, wanted the peace and quiet bliss that came only when two bodies lay entwined, not a gap between them.
This was the moment when the longing he had shoved into the deepest corners of his heart—crowded out by everything else—finally opened its eyes.
After a brief silence, Yuder exhaled slowly.
If he said “blessing” just to draw out this reaction… then honestly, I have to admire the craft.
And if not? Then he admired it anyway.
Either way, Kishiar had offered the pretext—and the night was still long.
So what was left… was to act.
“…That wasn’t nearly enough.”
“Oh? Then—once more.”
Kishiar’s lips, curved faintly in amusement, brushed briefly against Yuder’s forehead—then lifted away.
Yuder, expressionless, shook his head.
“Not enough.”
“More, still?”
A kiss landed on his cheek. Yuder shook his head.
“Not enough.”
Again, when it touched the bridge of his nose—and again, when it brushed over his eyelid—he shook his head each time.
By now, the man before him had surely read Yuder’s intent, yet he still whispered with feigned ignorance, voice low and teasing:
“Still not enough? That’s a problem. Where should I bestow my blessing to make you forget everything else and fall asleep at peace? Would you be so kind as to instruct me?”
Only then did Yuder move—like a beast that had finally been granted permission.
He tugged Kishiar’s collar forward, pulling him close, and the kiss that followed was everything Yuder had wanted: raw, deep, and greedy.
Their lips collided, parted, and tangled again. Yuder drank him in—just as he had imagined in that moment of thirst—until finally he pulled back, breathless. Kishiar’s lips were now flushed a deep red. It was a sight that stirred something fiercely carnal, something insatiably human. The heat inside Yuder burned hotter still.
“…Was that enough of an answer? Or should I be even clearer?”
Kishiar’s eyes narrowed into a smile.
“Plenty.”
He traced his fingertip slowly along Yuder’s mouth, outlining the curve of his lips. And then—without the tenderness of before—the second kiss came.
It devoured him whole.
"Uugh, hff."
Kishiar continuously tangled his tongue as he glanced down at the fingers that had slipped between the legs wrapped around his body. The sound ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) of wet flesh colliding rapidly echoed from deep inside, where his body had swallowed two of those fingers.
Yuder’s body resembled its master—so much so that even something like Kishiar, which looked more like a weapon meant to tear flesh than a human organ, could be held without drawing a single drop of blood, as if it belonged there. It looked cold but was hot; looked hard but was, in truth, softer than anything, endlessly embracing, and honest in its affection.
Even so, Kishiar didn’t want to skip the process of loosening the inside more gently. He never wanted to give Yuder even a fragment of unexpected pain. From experience, the best method was always using lips and tongue until Yuder climaxed once purely from internal stimulation, becoming thoroughly drenched. But today, Yuder was greedier than usual. He held Kishiar tightly, refusing to let their locked lips part for even a second, leaving him no choice but to use his hand.
This, of course, was good in its own way. After all, it was rare for Yuder to directly express greed for anything.
Even just before this act began, that had been the case. Every time he sat on Kishiar’s lap, he would rest only the tips of his toes lightly on the ground and sit up straight, as if ready to rise at any moment. So when he suddenly let go of all his strength and relaxed entirely on his own, Kishiar was genuinely shocked. The moment he felt Yuder’s weight sink into his arms, honestly leaning into him and exhaling a weary breath, his heart had pounded so fiercely he lost all sense of the situation—his mind completely blank.
Since they spent that leave together, Yuder had changed noticeably in this regard. More precisely, it would be more accurate to say that he had become able to express his desires far more openly—and to want Kishiar.
When he behaved like this, as though Kishiar’s embrace was the only place where he could truly rest.
When he finally released all tension only within Kishiar’s unremarkable body, and let his scent softly unfold.
Every time he revealed pure, untainted emotion toward Kishiar within that scent, Kishiar was seized again by the same crushing ache and overwhelming tenderness that felt as if his heart would shatter.
When emotion becomes too much, it turns into pain. Even when he thought he couldn’t possibly feel anything deeper, moments like these would come and prove how utterly wrong that belief was. In front of Yuder, all of Kishiar’s convictions meant nothing.
The emotion transferred and read from Yuder’s scent earlier was relief—and a faint greed hidden within it. Kishiar swiftly recognized that this greed stemmed from his body and instincts, which knew how to find a more comfortable way to rest than before.
It would’ve been possible to leave it untouched and let it pass—but how could he simply overlook such a rare and precious display of desire? With just the slightest bit of stimulation, Yuder swiftly broke down every wall and pulled Kishiar into his arms.
Seeking comfort when one is exhausted and worn out is a perfectly natural instinct.
And if Yuder wanted comfort, then Kishiar was ready to do anything until he was fulfilled.
When his hand moved faster, driving forcefully into him, their locked lips parted from the jolt of Yuder’s body. His inner walls clenched as if trying to reject the overwhelming surge of stimulation, but it wasn’t enough to push back the strength of a Swordmaster. Stripped of any ability to resist, his trembling thighs spread wider on their own.
“Haah…!”
As if unable to stop swallowing the sharp waves of pleasure, his hips kept jerking, curling inward then twisting outward in relentless motion.
“Ah—nngh, aah!”
In the past, Kishiar would’ve slowed down by now or adjusted his strength, but he didn’t. He simply watched the sight in silence.
Just as Yuder had changed, so had he. This particular change had come after the heat cycle they endured in Peleta. After that long stretch of time where nothing held them back, Kishiar la Orr discovered something new: that sometimes, Yuder preferred this more than slow, persistent lovemaking.
His brave lover never feared the moment his body was driven to the edge, almost torn apart, by fierce force and pressure. He knew how to accept the weight that crushed him down, the wild, greedy movements of a beast that pinned him and took what it wanted without hesitation.
When there was no room for thought, and when one simply wanted to collapse and rest with every ounce of energy drained—then it was that kind of pleasure that was needed.
And that was reason enough to summon the beast Yuder had once fondly likened to a small, cute flower petal.
Kishiar wrapped his other arm tightly around Yuder’s waist, which squirmed as if trying to either devour the rapidly thrusting fingers or escape from them. Holding him so he couldn’t move in either direction, he shoved in up to the third finger, then twisted his hand without any regard for restraint—prompting a gasping breath to break through Yuder’s clenched lips.
It wasn’t even enough to be called a moan or a cry—just a brief, desperate breath.
Yuder had no idea how mesmerizing that silent expression of pleasure was—the way his red tongue peeked through parted lips.
The sight of someone who normally seemed utterly unshakable laid bare like this—was far beyond what the word provocative could ever express. That raw yearning he revealed. The beauty of a body that had completely cast off all defenses. The transformation, like a blossoming, that came from surrendering entirely to sensation—what language could possibly capture it?
Even with a mind that knew nearly every existing language and dialect in the world, fluent in ancient scripts and codes, it was impossible to fully describe the scarlet-colored sensations this being before him made him feel.
Kishiar swallowed the breath that burst from Yuder’s lips, as if trying to capture it—and at the same time, thrust harshly one final time inside.
“----!”
His breathless chest heaved as if it were about to burst, his head falling back. In that same instant, the insides clenching tightly around Kishiar’s fingers—with no space left between—convulsed and began spilling hot fluid. Yuder’s own arousal, rigid and trapped between their bodies, twitched and released a thin, white stream. His first climax.
Kishiar didn’t even blink, determined not to miss a single moment of Yuder coming undone. The curve of that twisting body, overwhelmed by sensation. His forearms gripped so tightly there’d be marks. The blurred pupils just visible beneath hair tossed back, the rapid shiver of long black lashes. Kishiar burned it all into memory.
Even then, his hand never stopped moving. The slick sounds grew louder, unmistakably obscene—liquid flowing from Yuder’s climax mingling with the fingers still driving into him. His insides, clenching tight enough to allow no gap, were pierced without mercy, and even the lingering spasms weren’t spared. With nowhere to run from the continued stimulation, Yuder trembled helplessly.
“Ah... nghk…!”
The overstimulation brought an instinctive flush to the corners of Yuder’s eyes. His once-pale cheeks turned red, and his tear-dampened eyes shimmered like moonlit jewels. His grip on Kishiar’s forearm faltered, unable to regulate his strength anymore—his fingers slid down with tense pressure, nails digging in. One of his gloves slipped off helplessly in the motion.
Kishiar now saw Yuder’s bare hand—something he rarely, if ever, glimpsed. The hidden skin exposed without him even realizing it, his expression lost in the throes of unending climax, sent a violent thrill through Kishiar.
Just looking at him made his mind feel like it could explode.
Before Yuder's trembling had fully subsided, Kishiar returned to steal another kiss, giving him barely a moment’s breath. He wound his tongue deep, brushing against the stiff one inside. As soon as his tongue prodded it, Yuder’s own began to twitch in reaction, letting out small, broken moans—ngh, mm... From that sound alone came a tremor, brushing across the thin skin of their joined lips and radiating a stimulus that made even the base of the spine throb. Even his breathing was sweet and obscene.
Kishiar abruptly pulled his fingers from inside.
The transparent fluid that had been filling Yuder spilled out in a rush, dripping down Kishiar’s thigh. A moment later—when Yuder’s body flinched, seemingly just registering the emptiness left by the withdrawal—Kishiar gripped beneath him and lifted his hips high. He brought out his already long-prepared arousal, spreading the slick fluid Yuder had spilled with a few gliding strokes. Then he pressed the tip against the parted entrance, which twitched at the contact.
Once he aligned their ends and released the tension in his supporting arm, the hole opened surprisingly smoothly, as if beckoning him in.
“Ugh… uh…”
As his body was lifted, Yuder instinctively knew what would follow. He wrapped his arms around Kishiar’s neck and bowed his head, letting out a moan at the sensation of being parted from within in an instant. The flushed, blunt head met some tightness going in, but after that, nothing resisted.
In the blink of an eye, Kishiar thrust past the tightest point, buried deep. His length knocked once against the inner wall, then pushed through it, plunging in to the very end.
“Ugh… hnn... haah...!”
As Yuder bit down on Kishiar’s neck, trembling from the sensation of taking him in all the way in a single breath, Kishiar felt like every part of him was being devoured, swallowed whole. It stole the air from his lungs.
That unmistakable sensation of connection.
Heat like plunging into boiling magma.
Even Yuder’s short, ragged breaths were felt as if they were his own—right there, the closest point between them—while all other sensations fell away, becoming things of a world too distant to grasp.
Pain he hadn’t even known existed vanished the moment he was sheathed inside Yuder. Every tangled, noisy thought that had crowded his mind evaporated like ink washed from a page.
Once, for a man who believed that thinking was the only proof of life, discovering that the absence of thought could feel this peaceful was a revelation that never failed to stun him.
It was like a great wave.
A massive wave crashing in, sweeping away all the grains of sand that made up his self, devouring and erasing them with bliss.
And in the smooth, clean earth left behind after the tide receded, Kishiar would find himself marveling that he even had such a place within him.
How could he not love it?
That glorious wave. That predator who swallowed him whole.
A sharp crack sounded from the chair beneath them, as if it might shatter, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to care. The sensation of being pulled in even deeper than usual—because of their shared weight—drove Yuder to climax once more. Yet Kishiar didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, deeper and deeper.
It should have been too much—but Yuder gave him no signal to stop. On the contrary, he reached up with soft, eager hands, brushing the corners of Kishiar’s eyes, sweeping away the damp hair from his forehead.
It was a gesture of affection he’d experienced before, during rut. A small, pure expression of care—so out of place in a scene this debauched, and yet… the body remembered the happiness it brought, and trembled with joy.
“Wait—hah, ngh—ah.”
Yuder, groaning as he took Kishiar’s increasingly rough thrusts, wiped the moisture from his cheek and touched his lips. From beneath the sweat-drenched strands of hair, his darkened gaze whispered:
“Please… take this off too.”
“…Alright.”
What Yuder wanted wasn’t for him to use his hands to take it off.
Without hesitation, Kishiar parted his lips. As if he’d been waiting for it, Yuder leaned in and bit down on the end of the black glove, tugging it off easily. Bare skin was revealed. Now, both of Yuder’s hands were uncovered, unhidden.
Kishiar held the glove in his mouth and smiled with only the corners of his lips.
Yuder liked when he acted like this—like a tame beast. And it seemed he was pleased this time too, because he smiled back, mirroring him.
That smile—shown /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ only to Kishiar—burned his mind blank all over again.
Their lips met again, without either needing to initiate. Kishiar stood up, holding Yuder’s violently trembling body in his arms.
“Ah…!”
The motion, while still joined, sent a shock straight through Yuder’s core, drawing a brief moan—but still, he didn’t ask him to stop. As Kishiar carried them toward the nearby bed, he ran his hand again and again over Yuder’s long, beautiful legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and pressed kisses to his raised shoulder blade.
Yuder’s trembling body seemed to cry out, I want you—as if another climax was already surging in. And Kishiar, answering that heat, poured every bit of his own into him.
The two of them collapsed onto the bed, tangled as one. The weight pressing down should’ve been suffocating, but Yuder only tightened his grip—his thighs and heels locking harder around Kishiar’s waist. Responding to that wordless call, Kishiar gladly draped his entire body over Yuder like a coiling serpent.
“Ugh—hah, ngh, ah—ah…”
Beneath the dim lamplight, their shadow—merged into one—jerked violently up and down. Kishiar’s broad, tense back and arms, swollen with arousal, completely enveloped the form beneath him. All that could be seen of Yuder Aile’s body was the barest flicker of his trembling toes in the flickering silhouette.
No one—
Not even the flames—
Could see what face Yuder wore, what expression accompanied his moans. Not a single sound he made could escape this room. A subtle use of magic and ability had long since sealed it all tightly.
No one, save for Kishiar—who had been granted the right to comfort him—was allowed to approach this space.
“I promised I’d let you rest in pleasure… so I’d better make it worth choosing me.”
Fortunately, Kishiar had complete confidence in his ability to do just that.
He didn’t bother to hide his feelings. His usual picture-perfect smile was nowhere to be found; instead, a beast’s grin—hungry and sincere—curved across his lips. And Yuder liked that smile, too.
The less Kishiar concealed his desire, the more Yuder’s dark gaze fixated on him, dazed and unwavering. As if seeing Kishiar want him so honestly was some miraculous dream he'd waited his whole life to witness. In those blurry, black eyes, pleasure and joy blended together with each panting breath.
“Ah…!”
Yuder’s abdomen shuddered and grew wet once more. Their hips, clashing like mating beasts, convulsed up and down before losing tension. His thighs, once tightly wrapped around Kishiar’s waist, fell limp. The heaving of his chest suggested he was starting to tire—but that didn’t mean Kishiar intended to stop.
The body's reactions and the mind’s satisfaction were separate matters. Yuder’s stamina was high; this much wasn’t enough to wear him out. Inside, he was still tightening and releasing around Kishiar's length, as if testing what filled him and drawing out its identity for himself.
Bracing one arm beside the spread black hair on the sheet, Kishiar leaned in to lick Yuder’s ear. His lips brushed below it, then nipped the lobe before slipping his tongue into the small, delicate hole—too secretive and pretty to be just for hearing. He licked every inch he could reach, and Yuder, with his sensitive ears, twisted away and swallowed a breath. Kishiar didn’t miss it, following after him, catching a carelessly sprawled leg and lifting it lightly.
Their position flipped in an instant.
“Ugh!”
The way his length slid and twisted inside, rubbing against the inner walls with devastating friction, made Yuder arch his neck with a choked cry. Kishiar’s back muscles bulged as he gripped Yuder’s leg, his whole body coiled with barely-contained force. But he exhaled deeply through his nose, forcing control back into himself.
Yielding to pleasure without being consumed by it—was far from easy. Even after years of harsh training, sweat trickled down Kishiar’s temples and spine. Yuder was the same; his knuckles bulged as he gripped Kishiar’s forearm with bone-deep pressure.
Then, once again, the bed began to shake violently.
Each thrust felt like it could break his breath, like it would shatter reason itself—not with pain, but with overwhelming pleasure. Eyes narrowing, Kishiar sought that invisible point of connection.
The scent, the mark flowing from Yuder’s body told him how much he was enjoying it—how satisfied he was.
Seeing the faintly upturned corners of his lips, Kishiar couldn’t hold back. He slipped away from the ear he’d been sucking and moved to kiss him. The position made it difficult, awkward—but the desire wouldn’t be denied.
He pulled the leg in tighter, twisting their bodies. Their lips clashed, teeth scraping, but still he managed to bite down on Yuder’s lower lip and suck. When their tongues tangled, Yuder reached up, fingers threading into Kishiar’s hair. That small touch alone sent Kishiar spiraling into climax.
Yuder, his red eyes fluttering faintly, brought his hand down to touch where their bodies met. Finding it fully joined—nothing left outside—his gaze grew heavy with the satisfied look of a well-fed beast. His fingers slid through their tangled pubic hair, up Kishiar’s stomach and chest, then down again. He swept his slick lower abdomen, pressing somewhere specific—not out of lust, but as if confirming where Kishiar was lodged deep inside him.
And that sight—it sent a sharper jolt of arousal through Kishiar than any temptation ever could.
He pushed his fingers between Yuder’s and laced them tight. Gripping his hand against the bed, Kishiar thrust upward once more. The pleasure of striking so deep in a single stroke drew a low, broken moan from Yuder.
“Ahh… it feels… good…”
When they're completely consumed by pleasure, both of them communicate more with their bodies and scents than with words. They’d long since learned that was faster, more honest. But when Yuder {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} reached the limit—when his mental locks snapped—he'd sometimes start letting words fall from his lips, without even realizing.
Words not chosen by thought, but spilled over by raw sensation.
Good. More. Faster. Deeper.
And—
“Kishiar…!”
That name, called out as if his brain had caught fire.
Yuder rocked his hips without even realizing who he’d named, or that he had spoken at all. His eyes, wet with pleasure and utterly unfocused, brimmed with nothing but desire for release. His legs opened shamelessly, hands laced with Kishiar’s, fingers grasping as if they’d never let go—calling his lover.
It was the same as how he’d been during rut.
Ah. Yuder.
The vow Kishiar had just made—to give him the best comfort—felt like a lie, because he trembled helplessly.
From the crown of his head to the tips of his toes, he felt ready to melt and explode.
Even if he doubted a thousand, ten thousand times whether he deserved to feel this rapture—the name he just heard wouldn't change.
He wanted him.
The surge overwhelmed him. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. But if it were Yuder, he’d say not to hold it in—just let it out. So he did.
His thrusts grew even faster, even harder. Yuder squirmed beneath him, unable to stop it. Kishiar didn’t let go—he held him close like they were sewn together, driving deeper, further inside, to where Yuder liked it best.
“……!”
The position they started in had long since shifted, again and again, just from the mutual desire to be closer, to touch more.
No matter how he thrust, Yuder’s body trembled like it wanted it all. Kishiar left no part untouched—from the hollows of his wrists and ribs to the one slightly longer toe on his right foot, he tasted everything with his mouth.
At last, when Yuder had been wrung out by pleasure and could barely keep his eyes open, Kishiar knew the end was near. He took a long breath.
“…Haa.”
Yuder’s chest, still tense with lingering sensation, rose and fell with his shallow breaths. Kishiar’s gaze lingered on it, but instead of kissing there, he pulled out from where they were still joined below.
He withdrew slowly, carefully, to keep from overstimulating him. It took time. Fluid that had pooled inside spilled out in a rush down his shaft.
“Nngh… ugh…”
“Did it hurt?”
Yuder whimpered faintly, so Kishiar brushed back his damp hair and asked. With his eyes closed, Yuder shook his head slowly.
No—it wasn’t from pain.
Looks like the fire’s not completely out yet… I should give him time to cool down before cleaning up. Wet sheets feel awful, so I’ll carry him—
His calculating thoughts came to a halt as the body beside him stirred and climbed on top.
Yuder rolled over and collapsed down onto Kishiar’s chest.
Did he still feel it wasn’t enough? Or was there something he wanted to do while on top? As Kishiar watched, trying to guess his intent, Yuder settled comfortably into place, then spoke with his eyes closed.
“…Stop thinking. Just rest.”
“……”
“It's not only me who needs rest… you need it too.”
Ah. So it wasn’t either of those reasons.
Yuder had seen right through him—that Kishiar had been clinging to the last thread of rationality, intent on comforting him to the end. So the reason he climbed on top now… was, in other words, to keep Kishiar from moving after he’d fallen asleep. He’d taken it upon himself to play the role of a human paperweight.
He knew better than anyone that his own body was the most effective restraint to keep Kishiar la Orr in place.
Kishiar barely held back a smile threatening to burst from affection, and instead whispered casually,
“Mhm. I know. But it’s a mess in here right now, and it’s not really ideal for sleeping. I’ll move you to my bedroom—rest there for a bit while I clean this up.”
Yuder didn’t answer. But the faint shift in the scent rising from his body spoke for him.
Rejection.
He didn’t want Kishiar making excuses to move around more after saying they’d rest together. A judgment befitting someone who knew exactly how much Kishiar could secretly accomplish in even the briefest span of time. He didn’t care about the wet sheets—he just wanted them to sleep together right now.
Well then. He’d have to give up.
Kishiar quickly abandoned the idea. He released all tension {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} from his body and gently patted the back of the one lying on top of him. At the touch, Yuder’s scent softened again, as if understanding his intent. Kishiar knew exactly what to do to help Yuder feel at ease.
Though Yuder had never said it aloud, Kishiar knew he liked resting with his ear against Kishiar’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. No matter the situation, if he held Yuder close and let him hear that steady rhythm, he’d calm down remarkably fast.
This time was no exception. As Kishiar adjusted his position to pull him into a more comfortable embrace, Yuder nestled his head against his chest—and a long, steady breath flowed out from within.
The sound of a weary day ending.
The breathing of someone sinking into peaceful sleep.
A formless mist-like scent brushed softly over Kishiar’s hair and face before dispersing. But unlike usual, it wasn’t drawn back into Yuder’s body. It remained in the air, gently rippling like waves.
“……”
Only then did Kishiar release the magic and force he’d used to seal the room. The Swordmaster’s perception confirmed that the Cavalry’s perimeter was undisturbed—no intruders, all quiet. Thoughts, as habitual as breathing, began to flood his mind—but the single sigh Yuder exhaled chased them all away in an instant.
Kishiar let out a quiet laugh, then placed a soft kiss atop the sleeping one’s head.
Just as Yuder found calm in his heartbeat, Kishiar could only truly erase all thought and rest within Yuder’s breath and warmth.
***
Yuder opened his eyes. Without checking the clock, he could estimate the time just by the light outside the window.
Perfectly on time—the hour he usually woke to prepare for morning training.
His body felt surprisingly light. There was a mild ache below the waist, but even that wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, he felt rather refreshed.
“You’re awake?”
As he assessed his condition, Kishiar spoke gently. He was still lying beneath Yuder, as if serving as his bed. Not uncomfortable in the slightest—in fact, he looked so at ease it was as if this were the most natural place to be. Yuder, briefly distracted by that face somehow even more beautiful upon waking, leaned into the fingers idly tousling his hair and gave a slight nod.
A smile bloomed on Kishiar’s face.
“I was going to ask whether you appreciated my efforts to help you rest, but seeing your face, I don’t think I need an answer.”
“…Yes. Thanks to you, I rested well.”
At the honest reply, Kishiar chuckled softly. Since Yuder was still on top of him, the vibration of that laugh traveled directly through their touching skin, tickling him with a sweet sensation.
He hadn’t even realized how tense he’d been until now. All the taut nerves within him loosened completely. His head felt clear, and his body filled with such gentle warmth that he felt full, even without eating. The rest had been so complete, so dreamless, that it almost seemed too good to be true.
“Then, as promised yesterday, I owe you a story. Shall I tell you now? Or after morning training?”
Yuder thought for a moment.
“I’ll come back after training.”
Hearing about his grandfather was important. But not so urgent that he needed to rearrange his daily schedule. Now that his head was clear, he could finally understand the words Kishiar had spoken yesterday.
“All right. Then I’ll see you later.”
Kishiar leaned in and kissed Yuder’s cheek.
ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉ~
Aaaaandヾ(☆▽☆) chapter 1304 (the first part, then it goes to other characters) then 1310/1311 (the continuation)
“…Excuse me?”
Gakein was thoroughly flustered. He hadn’t even had an hour to recover from the shock of Yuder telling him, “Sir Zuckerman praised you,” before being hit with something equally startling again. Today was starting to feel very strange.
“So… just to clarify and make sure I’m not misunderstanding—you’re asking about a Second-Stage scent… correct?”
“Yes. That’s right. I’m not asking with any strange intent, so just tell me honestly what you sense.”
Even as he felt his confusion grow, Gakein obediently looked directly at Kishiar. The man leaning against the tree looked less like a real person and more like a figure from one of those idealized noble portraits.
To stand before a living, breathing person and feel like you were admiring a painting or statue—it was truly surreal. Gakein himself had been called handsome more times than he could count, but whenever he looked at Kishiar, he felt like his looks barely even qualified as "decent." Personally, it was a welcome change. It gave him a sense of freedom from all the unwanted gazes he usually received.
Had Yuder ever felt this kind of awe when looking at the Commander…?
'Ah—got distracted again.'
Snapping himself out of his trance, Gakein shook his head and blinked.
'The scent. Right, the scent…'
“I don’t detect anything at the moment. It seems you're managing it extremely well, sir…”
“Is that so?”
Kishiar raised an eyebrow.
'That wasn’t the answer he expected…?'
But Gakein was being honest. He couldn’t sense a single thing. If he hadn’t already known Kishiar was a Second-Stage Awakener, he might’ve doubted whether he had the trait at all.
“What about now?”
Kishiar asked again. Gakein opened his eyes wide and focused his entire awareness.
“You still can’t sense anything?”
“Wait—were you releasing it just now? I thought you were about to…”
“How about now?”
At this point, Gakein was sweating from how confusing the situation was.
'What the hell? I don’t feel anything… Did I mess something up? Or… is this a test?'
“I—I’m sorry. I don’t detect anything at all!”
Gakein bowed his head low, his face burning red. After a pause, Kishiar smiled.
“I said I wasn’t testing you or trying to make you uncomfortable. But I understand your answer clearly now. Just as I expected.”
Just as expected? Then why ask such a cryptic question in the first place?
Suddenly, a memory flashed through Gakein’s mind.
Wait. Back in the South… didn’t Yuder ask me and Ever something similar?
At the time, Gakein had barely sensed anything from Yuder either. Not completely nothing like now, but still very faint.
Thoughts of Yuder and Kishiar started to drift and swirl through Gakein’s mind. The two of them were deeply connected. They were both Second-Stage Awakeners. Both incredibly powerful—beyond precedent.
'I don’t fully get it, but if what Kishiar just asked is somehow related to what Yuder asked back then…'
He’d nearly reached the right conclusion. But what filled his mind most of all was sincere concern for both Yuder and the Commander.
“Um, are you alright, sir?”
“Hm?”
“Yuder once asked me a very similar question. And back then, I couldn’t sense much from him either. For a Second-Stage Awakener’s scent to fade so much that it’s almost undetectable… are you asking me now because you’re worried it might be some illness? Or lingering effects from an injury?”
Kishiar’s eyes widened just a little. But to Gakein, even that tiny change felt alarming.
'Is it really true?!'
Second-Stage was a unique trait among Awakeners. And as special as it was, it came with a lot of unknowns. Just look at how chaotic things had been during the initial emergence—no established treatments, confusion around symptoms like heat cycles. Thankfully, those issues were mostly under control now, thanks to the very man standing in front of him.
But if there were some kind of illness that only affected Second-Stage Awakeners—and if both Yuder and the Commander had contracted it—then no book or medical record would be able to provide a cure.
'What do I do?'
In an instant, Gakein was overwhelmed by a crushing mix of anxiety and fear.
“I know it’s presumptuous, but if there’s anything I can do to help, please tell me! I’m not a particularly powerful Awakener, but I’m healthy, and I’ve never had any issues with my scent! I could be a test subject while you try to find a cure—!”
“Alright, alright. That’s enough. I’m already deeply touched by your concern for me and Yuder, so let’s stop there.”
Kishiar chuckled and waved a hand.
“There’s nothing wrong with either of us. There’s simply… been a change.”
“A change…?”
“Yes. I can’t clearly explain the nature of it yet, but I’m fairly sure it’s not life-threatening. So there’s no need to worry.”
“Ah… I—I’m so relieved…”
Gakein nearly collapsed with the sheer wave of relief. Kishiar reached out and patted his shoulder.
“I’ve been testing with other Second-Stage Awakeners too. But among all of them, you seemed the most suited for this question, so I took the opportunity. Sorry if I startled you.”
“No, not at all! Just knowing you’re healthy is more than enough for me.”
“Thank you. Let’s keep this conversation between us for now.”
“Understood!”
Gakein snapped a sharp salute, then quickly hurried off, pressing a hand to his chest.
Behind him, Kishiar called out with a laugh, “Don’t trip—go slowly,” his soft chuckle fading in the distance.
***
“Finally…”
Yuder stared into the massive pot in front of him.
It was filled with dry, grass-colored powder. He leaned in and sniffed—there was a proper bitter aroma.
He scooped some into a nearby cup, added water, and took a cautious sip. A faint, fragrant sweetness lingered on his tongue.
'It’s a little different from the reference sample I kept, but this is good enough.'
He’d tried to match the ingredients as closely as possible, but naturally, some ended up more or less than before. Still, it was never perfectly uniform even back in his hometown—this result passed the mark.
Now all that was left was packaging. That part would be easy with wind manipulation—he could finish in moments. Opening the door to retrieve the bottles, he spotted a tall shadow standing not far away.
“…Commander?”
“Came to get these, didn’t you?”
Kishiar was already holding the large box full of bottles that Yuder had been planning to bring in. Carrying it effortlessly in one hand, he stopped at the kitchen doorway and asked playfully,
“Want me to bring them in for you? Or should I just leave them here?”
“…Come in.”
“As you command.”
Stepping inside like he’d never seen the place before, Kishiar took a deep breath and smiled in delight.
“The whole kitchen smells like your tea.”
“I’ll open the windows once everything’s bottled.”
“Shame. Is this all you made today?”
The pot was large enough to hide Kishiar’s upper body. He looked over the # Nоvеlight # contents with open delight.
“That’s a lot. More than enough to share with others—and still have plenty for me.”
“Don’t you still have some of the previous batch?”
“But a new one means a new flavor. May I have a cup?”
Yuder poured him a new one, heating the water just enough so steam gently rose. Kishiar’s eyes curved in a smile.
“Thank you.”
“When did you get here?”
“Not long ago. I just didn’t want to miss the chance to be the first to taste your new creation.”
“You could’ve just come in and waited.”
If he had, it would’ve made things slightly more tense… but not unwelcome. Kishiar only smiled in response. As he drank the tea with polite grace, Yuder waited for his judgment.
'I thought it was decent… but everyone’s taste is different.'
“Mmm!”
“What is it?”
Kishiar suddenly covered his mouth and made a noise.
'Did something get in it?'
Startled, Yuder stepped closer—only to be pulled into an embrace and kissed like a startled bird landing on his lips.
“It’s too good.”
Kishiar exhaled, murmuring sincerely.
“It definitely tastes different from before. Not even the gods have tasted something like this…”
“……”
For the first time in a while, Yuder was reminded just how much of a playful rogue this man could be.
'Ha… I can’t help but laugh.'
It was ridiculous—but somehow, reassuring. Yuder opened the box Kishiar had brought and uncapped all the bottles, using wind to divide the powder into them. Even as a miniature storm of powder spun through the kitchen, the space around Kishiar remained completely undisturbed and peaceful.
“So now it’s time to share, is it? I wonder who’ll be blessed enough to receive this divine gift.”
Here, take these.”
Yuder selected two glass bottles from the neatly lined-up rows, as orderly as a formation of soldiers, and handed them to Kishiar.
“Hm? Don’t tell me… these are for me?”
“You waited just to be the first to taste it, and yet you didn’t expect this?”
The man who’d been so smug and teasing fell uncharacteristically silent. Yuder didn’t blink as he watched Kishiar subtly avert his gaze and touch his cheek as if trying to appear pitiful.
“To be honest, I figured you wouldn’t not give me any… but I thought you’d let me enjoy it at the end of the day as a reward.”
So that’s why he came early—to claim the first taste for himself. Once Yuder realized the childish motive behind the ever-dignified man’s actions, he couldn’t help but laugh softly. He savored the quiet triumph as he explained the meaning of the two bottles.
“They contain the powder made at the very beginning and the very end of the process.”
It wasn’t that they had a particularly different taste or significance.
But beginning and end—together—evoked a certain word.
Beginning and end.
Start and finish.
In the old tongue, it could be written as Yudrain—a word Kishiar himself had once taught Yuder.
The moment that memory returned to him, Yuder had decided to set aside those two bottles and give them to Kishiar.
Kishiar, now holding the two bottles, didn’t speak for a long time. When he finally looked up and met Yuder’s eyes, Yuder could tell without a word that Kishiar had understood everything he intended.
“…You never stop surprising me.”
Kishiar whispered softly. His lips curved into a subtle smile, laden with unspoken emotion, beneath his lowered lashes.
“Thank you. This feels far too precious to drink.”
“Just drink it. I can always make more.”
Kishiar smiled, blooming like a flower. He gently caressed the bottles and asked,
“The bottles themselves are beautiful too. Did you choose them yourself? I’ve been meaning to ask.”
“I wish I could say yes… but no. Of course not.”
“Then was it Kanna Wand? Or Gakein Vollunbalt?”
Yuder hadn’t told him he was going out with those two, but Kishiar somehow already knew. However, neither was correct. Yuder quietly savored the joy of being able to surprise him again and gave the answer.
“It was Lord Hellem.”
“Hellem?”
“I ran into him by chance at the shop. When I said I was looking for small bottles, he helped me.”
Yuder didn’t mention the strange, indescribable feeling he’d had when he met Hellem—he didn’t quite understand it himself.
“Ah. Well, if it was Hellem… he wouldn’t have forced his tastes on you.”
Kishiar grinned knowingly.
“He might’ve made a few suggestions, but if you hadn’t truly liked them, you wouldn’t have picked them. Am I wrong?”
“…Were you secretly watching me?”
“Sadly, no.”
Laughing, Kishiar caressed the bottles with even more care.
“Then I can still say you chose them. I’m glad to learn another one of your preferences.”
Preferences, huh. Yuder hadn’t thought of it that way. When he chose those bottles, all he’d been thinking was…
“Rather than my own taste… I just thought you would like the way they looked.”
“Huh?”
Kishiar stared at Yuder blankly. His long golden eyelashes trembled slightly beneath furrowed brows, and then a deep blush spread across his cheeks and around his eyes. A brittle cracking sound escaped from the bottle in his hand. Flinching, he quickly blinked and set the bottle down.
“What was that?”
“Don’t provoke me like that. I nearly destroyed a masterpiece not even the gods have tasted.”
“Excuse me?”
“This won’t do. If I stay here any longer, I won’t be able to control myself—or I’ll get greedy and do something ridiculous.”
Kishiar shot to his feet. After tucking the bottles carefully into his coat, he pulled something from another pocket.
“Here. Give this to the apothecary.”
It was a palm-sized white seashell. If not for Inon’s name being mentioned earlier, Yuder would’ve thought Kishiar was playing another joke—because the shell looked just like the kind used in common southern seafood dishes.
“What is this? Don’t tell me…”
“It’s the ‘Voice of Dreams,’ just delivered from the Royal Mage Bureau. I finally persuaded them to hand it over.”
Of course it was. Yuder carefully picked up the seashell.
He had seen this artifact briefly once, back when Kishiar first acquired it, but hadn’t had the chance to examine it in detail. This was the first time he’d touched it directly, and it felt unexpectedly unfamiliar.
He had assumed it might just look like a seashell but be made from some other material. But no—it was a real seashell, fragile enough to crumble under slight pressure. For something said to be an ancient magical tool that had withstood centuries, it didn’t seem particularly sturdy or grand.
“It looks… different from what I expected.”
“I thought the same. Everyone has the same reaction.”
Kishiar shook his head, saying that some even suspected Nellarun had sent a fake.
“According to Nellarun, there’s a legend that a blind sage enchanted a shell he found on the beach. So, it’s a magical artifact from before the concept of ‘magical artifacts’ even existed.”
“I see.”
Neither Nellarun nor the Empire’s mages had figured out how to use it. Would Inon be able to?
While wondering, Yuder quietly summoned a bit of power. One of his eyes glowed as his Insight opened.
If this really is a magical artifact, maybe I’ll be able to see something with this eye…
He hadn’t expected much—but something appeared on the shell’s surface that hadn’t been visible before.
…A crack?
“Do you see something?”
Without needing to be told what Yuder was doing, Kishiar asked. Yuder turned the shell around in his hand, then released his power.
“It looks fine to the naked eye, but through Insight, it looks like it has a crack. I’m not sure what it means.”
“A crack, huh.”
Kishiar tilted his head.
“If it’s something your Insight sees, it must be a trace of magic… so it sounds like the artifact isn’t in perfect condition.”
“You said someone had used it long ago. Maybe it broke then, and that’s why no one has been able to use it since.”
“Possibly. But we can’t be sure. It might just be a crack, not complete destruction—so if we find a way to repair it, we might still be able to use it.”
Either way, they would need to meet with Inon to find out more.
Yuder nodded and carefully packed the shell. Kishiar smiled, leaned in, and kissed him again. His lowered eyes gleamed playfully.
“I’ll be working hard and waiting obediently until you return—so take care out there.”
Did he mean it? Or was he just telling Yuder to finish quickly and come back fast? Probably the former—but the fact ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) that it felt like the latter said a lot about how deeply Yuder had fallen for this man.
“…Yes.”
Sensing the heat behind Yuder’s slightly subdued voice, Kishiar laughed.
Later that night.
At the end of his long day, Yuder walked the dark corridor and opened the door to the Commander’s office.
Kishiar, seated under a lantern, was elegantly moving his quill when he looked up and smiled brightly.
“Judging by your expression, it looks like you delivered the gifts well.”
As he’d said earlier, Kishiar had been waiting for Yuder while working. The two bottles placed confidently on the Commander’s desk immediately reminded Yuder of the ones Inon had laid out in the Medical Unit.
“Now that the person I was waiting for is here, work is over.”
Kishiar set down his pen and walked over, naturally pulling Yuder into a hug. Yuder leaned into him, accepting the kiss pressed to the top of his head.
“They were more willing than I expected.”
“As they should be. And the pharmacist?”
“Inon liked it as well.”
“Besides the members, staff, and the Medical Unit, did you give it to anyone else?”
“If I list them all, the story’s going to get long.”
Kishiar burst out laughing.
“Oh dear. You still don’t realize that the longer the story, the happier I get?”
“But… if we talk too long, we’ll have less time for other things, won’t we?”
For a moment, the smile on Kishiar’s face faded.
Yes—this expression was very similar to the one he’d shown earlier that day.
Blushing around the eyes and cheeks, at a loss for what to do with himself.
Even while handling other matters, that look had kept resurfacing in Yuder’s mind. He’d need to talk about Melvern and the conversation with Inon eventually—but that could wait.
Staring at him like a starving man unable to look away, Yuder declared:
“Earlier, you fled saying you’d do something irrational. It’s time to follow through.”
“…I’d just managed to cool off, and here you are, ruining it.”
Kishiar’s smile deepened in defiance. It was an indulgent, provocative grin that pulled people in effortlessly.
“If my master wants to know something, of course I must tell him. But… I also really want to know what you’ve been up to.”
“Give it up. You’re the one who made that expression and provoked me first.”
“Ah, so this face of mine adds yet another sin to its long list.”
Kishiar sighed dramatically. But the hand wrapped around Yuder’s waist moved lower, ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) heading for his hips. After drawing a long kiss from Yuder’s lips, the man whispered between sweet breaths:
“Then let’s compromise. We’ll go to bed and talk while doing both.”
That was exactly what Yuder wanted. He nodded.
The very day Yuder had turned his head away from Kishiar, who was changing clothes, out of a sense that one must not dare gaze upon the bare body of a royal—
Kishiar threw his discarded outer garment at the spot where Yuder was standing.
There were no more forbidden taboos that had not been granted permission. Yuder could now see and touch whatever he wanted. As he felt a large hand that had slipped inside his pants tightly grab and part the flesh of his buttocks, he undid the ribbon tied to the pristine white commander’s uniform. He could undress Kishiar’s uniform with his eyes closed. The moment his gaze was drawn to the exposed skin he had stripped with his own hands, Kishiar tangled their tongues so deeply that it left him unable to think clearly. In an instant, every nerve in his body lit up with a chilling jolt.
'Ah...'
A sensation, like something deep inside his abdomen twitching and dampening, crept in. It was a bodily reaction that now knew all too well just how good things could feel.
Fingers, accurately gauging the moment when Yuder’s legs unknowingly loosened, pushed in between them. The hand, groping and widening the already slick interior, moved faster and harder than usual.
Even with the slightly reduced leisure and gentleness, Yuder had no trouble getting aroused. The relentless movement that skipped over building up and immediately sought the deepest, most sensitive parts—on a night like this, it felt better than anything else.
A sharp, electrifying pleasure surged quickly and briefly all the way to the back of his head. As fast as the hand widened him, the way his inner muscles gripped and squeezed back became noticeably more greedy—even to himself.
“Hnn...”
With Kishiar’s three fingers deep inside him, Yuder unconsciously lifted his lower body. Between his hollowed, trembling thighs and indented rear, hot, sticky, translucent fluid trickled down. It was the unmistakable sign of a sudden, light climax.
'Haa...'
As his vision, clouded from pleasure, cleared again, Yuder saw Kishiar’s face looking down at him without blinking once. With fingers smeared in the fluid, Kishiar brushed his hair back and whispered lowly, face flushed with heat.
“…Truthfully, ever since you told me the meaning behind those two bottles you gave me, I’ve been hoping for this moment.”
“Is that something so outrageous you have to justify it...?”
His voice was faintly hoarse from having just climaxed.
“I thought, well... you might’ve been harboring some far greater desire.”
Kishiar kissed him on the tip of the nose as he replied.
“To be more precise, I wanted to do this right there in that kitchen. Even knowing full well you were about to go hand out the bottles, and that the kitchen staff’s break was nearly over.”
Beastly, really.
That flower-like man whispered as if revealing some devastating secret.
Yuder blinked a couple times, then let out a short laugh with a breath like a balloon deflating.
“…That definitely might have caused some trouble if you’d said it right then and there.”
“Right?”
“I mean, I probably wouldn’t have said no. That’s what would’ve been the problem.”
The kitchen was a space that had to be kept more pristine than anywhere else. It was the place that prepared everyone’s meals, and he knew that better than anyone—and yet here he was, having this kind of conversation. It suddenly struck him how utterly insane he was.
'And Kishiar must’ve thought the exact same thing.'
“If that kind of urge hits you again, how about compromising by suggesting we go upstairs {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} instead.”
“But then we wouldn’t have been able to hand out the bottles today, would we?”
“No one’s going to die just because they don’t get them today.”
“A hole in the perfectly planned schedule of the commander’s aide—are you really saying that’s fine?”
“That doesn’t even count as a hole.”
Yuder had long since mastered flexible scheduling thanks to the previous life where disasters erupted left and right. And even if a minor issue did arise—what did it matter?
'If you want me.'
Kishiar was someone with an even tighter schedule and heavier responsibilities than Yuder. And yet, the fact that he desired Yuder so much that he was willing to momentarily forget all those burdens—that alone made Yuder feel good.
If possible, he didn’t want Kishiar to keep hiding that kind of desire from now on.
With a trembling breath, Kishiar buried his head against him.
“…You shouldn’t be too generous with me. If you’re too lovely, it gets harder for me to hold back.”
“Aren’t you the one who boasts the best control in the world, now whining like this?”
Of course, Yuder knew Kishiar’s patience and restraint weren’t flawless. But he was only human—such things were natural.
“I’m serious. Didn’t you see earlier? I almost dropped those precious bottles.”
“But you didn’t. And even if you had, you’d just put them back together.”
There had been a time when Kishiar had cracked a teacup. He’d immediately used his ability to repair it.
“Objects and people aren’t the same. What I’m worried about now... is you.”
'I might make you hurt.'
That soft whisper slipped out from between golden locks disheveled and draped over his eyes.
Yuder stayed silent, then wrapped his legs around the man on top of him. In the blink of an eye, their positions were reversed.
“Yuder?”
“Was that ‘ridiculous thing’ you wanted to do... did it include this too?”
“Huh?”
“So it wasn’t just that you wanted to hold me.”
To the point where controlling himself became hard—so much that he feared it might cause pain. Yuder recalled how rough Kishiar’s hands had been earlier.
The eyes that had stared at him like in a trance, forcing him all the way in without a moment’s delay. That terrifying sensation of being completely exposed under that gaze.
To be honest...
“All right.”
It was good. The moment he said it out loud, he felt once again a sticky illusion of fluid flowing from somewhere inside. His insides twitched, reacting to the emptiness left behind by the fingers that had withdrawn.
That hunger—not quite pain, but hotter, wetter.
'If you’re feeling the same thing...'
Yuder bent down and kissed him. It was the deepest, stickiest kiss he had ever initiated himself, and he didn’t hold back his strength in the slightest.
“…Go ahead. I’m curious, too. How far we can go before it actually starts to hurt.”
Haa. Between their exhaled breaths, Kishiar furrowed his brows and grabbed Yuder’s waist. His fingers now gripped with noticeably more force than before.
“…That’s why I said, don’t tease me too much…”
Yes, that face.
The one flushed, mildly flustered, with a faint, helpless smile—that very face was what riled Yuder up the most. Kishiar needed to realize that.
Yuder whispered toward that face.
“Whatever I create next, the first and last of it—I’ll always give them to you.”
“……”
“So I hope your first and last... will always be mine, too.”
Ahh. A low, whimpering moan slipped from Kishiar as red flames flared up in his eyes. In those eyes—like the embodiment of pure lust—Yuder lost his focus just as he was pulled back into Kishiar’s arms and laid down on the bed again.
His insides, already melting and warm, were pierced in an instant. Before he could even cry out from the vivid sensation, the bed began to shake as Kishiar pulled his arms and sucked on his fingers.
How many times had he endured that head-burning pleasure?
No, it must’ve been dozens.
Once again, his whole body trembled as a burst of fluid escaped.
“Hh…uh…”
Yuder, catching his breath, blinked dazedly. It had been a long time since he’d endured so many intense sensations in such a short period that his mind struggled to function properly.
His body, as seen through his clearing vision, was truly a sight to behold. Until now, the marks from Kishiar’s mouth had been left only in places hidden beneath clothes, discreet and private. But now, it was hard to find a single untouched spot. Between his legs, the place that had been kissed and sucked the most, felt as if it were still crying out with a low, constant whimpering.
Compared to any fatigue from combat training, this kind of sensation was—in a way—much harder to endure. Pleasure drained strength faster than pain ever could. His body, which hadn’t broken a single sweat even during the harshest drills, was now soaked and trembling all over. The unfamiliar sensation startled him.
Once his breathing had stabilized somewhat and his heart rate slowed, Kishiar, who had been holding him, began to press his hips forward again. Though a bit slower than before, the depth of penetration and the weight pressing down remained just as intense as at the start.
“Nnngh, ahh, hnn…”
Yuder wrapped his arms around the man’s back and caressed it slowly. The feeling of their sweat-slicked skin sticking together might normally be unpleasant—but since it was Kishiar’s, he didn’t mind.
His fingers traced up along Kishiar’s spine and touched the nape of his neck. As they crossed the line where hair met skin, Kishiar trembled and let out a long, quivering breath.
“Huu…”
He gently lowered his head and buried his face into Yuder’s chest. Within that silence lay a deep and overwhelming satisfaction.
In every one of these quiet, peaceful moments, they would always exchange a few short words. They weren’t particularly proper conversations, but they were enough to convey what mattered.
What had happened that day. Who they met while handing out the bottles. The thoughts that had crossed their minds…
Yuder had finished saying all he had to say. Now it was Kishiar’s turn.
“…Before I came to you, what were you doing?”
“Things you know… and things you don’t.”
“What don’t I know—”
A ticklish breath stirred against his chest. It was Kishiar’s soft laughter.
“A letter arrived. From the Cat’s Whiskers caravan.”
“…Ah. Something new?”
He meant: was there some new news?
“Mm. What we’ve been working on… it’s going well.”
The lips that had lingered over his chest rose toward his neck. The mouth that now closed around the pulsing vein there made it feel like he might actually be bitten—hot, tingling, and electric.
'He does touch that spot often, but… tonight it really feels like he might devour me whole…'
No. Maybe he was actually holding back because he wanted to do exactly that.
Come to think of it, Kishiar had always behaved like someone intent on savoring every last inch of Yuder’s body—and yet, he almost never used his teeth. Even during rut. Which stood in stark contrast to Yuder, who had bitten and clawed all over Kishiar’s body during his rut, sparing only his face.
If you considered that "biting" was an inseparable part of "eating," it was rather unusual.
'That was probably... to eliminate even the slightest chance of hurting me.'
But tonight... what about now?
If he were to bite Yuder's neck with the same mouth that had earlier turned rough from being, as Kishiar put it, “unable to bear excessive loveliness”—
What would it feel like?
Suddenly, a scene from his previous life surfaced in Yuder’s mind.
That body, pressed from behind in the dark, barely undressed, a large hand pushing down on his back to prevent even an accidental glance at the other’s form.
But every so often, when his mind was muddled, teeth would sink into his back or shoulder. And whenever that happened, Kishiar would immediately pull away and disappear quickly, as if deeply disturbed.
Looking back now, that must have been a bitter mistake—a moment when Kishiar lost control and acted on impulse.
'Well. The very act of joining bodies was probably a series of mistakes anyway… but even so, he never drew blood.'
Biting, however, was different. Even over clothing, it left clear marks, and those could be a nuisance for days.
Back then, all he felt was confusion and anger, so he couldn’t remember what it had actually felt like. But maybe now, he could know again.
As he thought about it, the lips on his skin began to feel even hotter.
The tongue that licked and sucked at his neck while gently stroking it with a strange yearning—beneath it, his pulse thumped intensely. Kishiar’s tongue lapped at it like catching every single drop of water. Yuder shuddered, shoulders stiffening as he held his breath.
“Hh…t…”
The feeling of having one’s weak point gripped helplessly by another—it was always unfamiliar. That dizzying sensation, uncertain if it was pleasure or danger, Yuder chose not to resist it.
His heartbeat grew steadily faster. He looked down at the one kissing his neck. Heat flickered again in the gaze that met his.
Yes. If it’s now…
Without breaking eye contact, Yuder slowly tilted his head.
“You keep licking like you’re unsatisfied. It tickles. So just… go ahead and bite me.”
The prominent line of his neck stood out vividly.
It was both permission and a request.
Kishiar fixed his red gaze on that spot and murmured in a low voice.
“…Will it be all right?”
He didn’t say the rest—It might actually hurt you—but those words meant nothing to Yuder. Instead of answering, Yuder twisted his head a little more.
Kishiar kissed the soft skin just below his exposed ear.
“…Then. Just a little.”
He opened his mouth. White teeth glinted between red lips. Yuder focused, determined not to miss the moment. The image of those teeth sinking into the base of his neck like biting into ripe fruit seemed to move in slow motion.
'This is what it felt like…?'
A small, unfamiliar pain.
And the moment he realized it wasn’t as scary or painful as he’d imagined, a wave of deep satisfaction and tenderness surged through him.
“Ah…”
Yuder closed his eyes. A dizzying pleasure surged all at once, making his hips tremble.
“Hhnngh…!”
A watery fluid burst from the tip before him. What had still been inside his belly swelled rapidly in response to the tight heat and pressed against the inner walls, sparking another ripple of pleasure and a stifled moan.
Yuder smiled at the man who had just released his bite.
“…Seems like, if it’s something from you, even pain is… good. I finally understand that now.”
And with that, they never returned to discussing the letter from the Cat’s Whiskers caravan. Yuder pulled the man who’d bitten his neck back into an embrace and lifted his hips once more. Soon, the crashing wave of pleasure surged again.
Enjoy hunnyヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉ~
I think there are a bit more but I need to reread from there and mark them down so I’ll do it the moment I have time (exams are killing me ╥﹏╥)
Hope you enjoy(づ￣ ³￣)づ
EXCUSE ME WHERE IS THE SEX SCENE? I MEAN THE STORY IS GOOD BUT WITH THE YAOI TAGS I EXPECTED SOMETHING MORE