⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
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Chapter 186 Side Story 1
A familiar ceiling pattern came into view.
Lying in bed, Kinain blinked blankly.
When did I fall asleep?
He felt as though he had been doing something important, but strangely he couldn’t remember what had happened before he drifted off.
But he had no time to dwell on the question.
“Hngh!”
A moan burst from his parted lips. Embarrassment spread across Kinain’s face.
“Ah, this is… h-hk! Mmf!”
Only after hurriedly covering his mouth with one hand did he realize he wasn’t alone in the bedroom.
Suck, slurp.
From beneath the blanket covering him came the sound of something being sucked. Though he couldn’t see it through the blanket, there was no mistaking what was being sucked.
Kinain hurriedly threw back the blanket.
“You…”
What slipped between his lips, half shock, half moan, he couldn’t say.
What met Kinain’s gaze was a beautiful man who looked as though he had stepped out of a sacred painting.
But because what that man was sucking on was his own cock, Kinain felt the same sacrilege as someone looking at pornography disguised as a sacred painting.
“Asad!”
At the sound of his name, Asad lifted his eyes slightly. He looked like a dog that had been happily gnawing a bone and glanced up when its owner called.
Kinain was flustered for an entirely different reason.
Something… wasn’t this different?
Fooling around with a sleeping person’s cock like this wasn’t the sort of thing the old Asad would have done — not the Asad who had been arrogant beyond measure before he lost his memories. It was the sort of thing the current Asad wouldn’t do at all.
It would have been understandable if there had been any sign beforehand. But in the two months since he had woken from his long sleep, they had never gone beyond kisses. The first month, they had not because Kinain’s body hadn’t fully recovered; the second month, because it simply never became that kind of atmosphere.
To be precise, it seemed Asad was doing his utmost to avoid letting it become that kind of atmosphere.
Whenever the mood was even slightly right, Asad would immediately put distance between them, and Kinain couldn’t have failed to notice. He could guess the reason, too. Apart from Kinain’s forgiveness, Asad still hadn’t forgiven himself.
That was one problem Kinain couldn’t fix. He could only hope it would resolve itself naturally the longer they spent together.
For that reason, Kinain had also been living in unintended celibacy… but—
A rut? No, it doesn’t feel like that.
He tried somehow to make sense of the situation, but no matter how much he was Kinain, it was hard to stay rational with something wet and hot wrapped around his cock.
Seeing Asad’s bulging cheek, Kinain averted his eyes in embarrassment. Heat spread from his earlobes like spilled ink, flushing his pale face red. In the kingdom, fellatio was taught as an impure act, so Kinain still felt a greater shame about it than most.
First, he had to stop Asad. The moment Kinain opened his mouth with that thought—
“Asad, wait—ngh!”
The sentence he meant to utter was swallowed by a moan before it could be finished. The moment Kinain tried to stop him, Asad’s sucking grew stronger, as if in refusal.
Anyone else would have been shoved away with a kick, but this was Asad. The most Kinain — who was hopelessly weak where his lover was concerned — could do was cover his mouth with both hands and suppress his moans as best he could.
“Mmf, ngh, hnngh.”
Muffled moans leaked between his lips. Asad glanced up to check on him, then suddenly buried his head deep.
“Ah!”
As his oversensitive cock was drawn into a tight space as if squeezed, a moan Kinain couldn’t hold back burst from him.
This is impossible. Kinain shook his head weakly. The heat coiled in his belly felt as if it would explode at any moment.
“As—no! Please, I—I’m…!”
He hurriedly tried to push Asad’s head away, but unlike usual, Asad didn’t yield.
The moment Asad’s throat bobbed heavily—
Kinain’s thighs tensed rigidly, and then his whole body trembled finely. Asad’s throat moved in repeated gulps, as if swallowing everything Kinain had released. Each time, Kinain’s fingertips twitched along with it.
An ordinary person would have been choking by now, but this wasn’t an ordinary person —it was a dragon. For a long while after, Asad wouldn’t let go of Kinain’s cock.
Finally, when Kinain came to his senses and shoved his shoulder with his foot, Asad reluctantly drew back.
No — calling it drawing back was a misapprehension. The moment he took the cock from his mouth, Asad pulled Kinain into his arms. Under that boulder-like weight, Kinain fell back onto the bed.
“Asad, you…?”
Before Kinain could get the words out, kisses rained down on his face like showers.
“Your Highness, Your Highness…”
The eyes gazing at Kinain held nothing but affection.
“I love you.”
Cheek, lips, forehead, the corners of his eyes. Indiscriminate, ceaseless kisses — and at last, a smile spread across Kinain’s lips too.
He had never imagined such caresses before, and they were always so embarrassing he wanted to run away, but he couldn’t truly say he disliked them. Once he was past the shock, even the intimate contact with his lover after so long felt welcome.
Kinain lifted his head and kissed Asad’s cheek.
“I love you too.”
Before the words had even ended, he felt something pressed tight against his lower half twitch. He didn’t need to look to know what it was.
“Your Highness…”
Asad kissed Kinain’s lips lightly, then lowered his head again. The kiss that followed wasn’t a light one. By the time the long kiss ended, Kinain’s upper garment had already vanished somewhere.
“It’s standing here, too.”
Asad’s fingers fiddled with his chest, and a shivery, electric feeling ran down Kinain’s spine. When a hot tongue touched his nipple, Kinain nearly leapt off the bed.
“Not there, stop…!”
After recovering his memories, Asad had never once done something Kinain said he disliked. But this time was different. Instead of pulling his tongue away, he rolled his thick tongue in circles around the areola. As if tasting it.
“You seem to like it.”
Asad looked down at his chest as if it were something delicious, and Kinain could guess what would come next.
This really can’t happen!
Kinain’s mind urgently sounded the alarm. Omega body or not, he wasn’t ready to accept that he felt it in his chest.
Kinain hurriedly wrapped his arms around Asad’s neck and buried his face in his own shoulder.
“Th—this, let’s do something else instead.”
However he thought about it, today’s Asad was strange. And since a strange Asad rarely listened to him, Kinain had long since given up trying to persuade him with words.
What’s the easiest way to take a bone from a dog?
Throw it an even tastier bone.
“Here.”
Kinain confirmed that Asad had gone quiet for a moment, then took his arm and led it downward. His trousers and underwear were already bunched below his knees, so nothing obstructed their hands.
“See, I’m already soaking wet…”
At the whispered voice, Asad froze as if under a spell. But only for a moment.
“Ngh.”
Kinain tensed at the sudden intrusion of a finger. The finger slowly explored the clenching inner walls.
At the wet sounds, Kinain’s ears flushed red again.
“…Your Highness.”
Asad finally lifted his head and looked down at Kinain.
His eyes blazed like fire.
The weight on him lightened slightly — then the position changed.
Settling between Kinain’s legs, Asad had already taken out his ominously erect cock. No matter how he looked at it, it didn’t seem like something that could fit inside a body.
Kinain swallowed. But not from fear.
Hurry…
His mouth felt like it was burning dry with impatience. Kinain unconsciously squirmed his hips.
At last, the thick head touched the wet, slick entrance.
And at that very moment, Kinain woke from his sleep.
“…”
Glaring at the familiar ceiling pattern, Kinain slowly sat up.
It was still dark outside the window, but the lamp was on in the room, so he could easily confirm that the bed beside him was empty.
Did something urgent come up?
Usually, even when Asad woke first, he stayed beside him until Kinain woke, so the empty space felt strange.
But this time, it was fortunate.
Kinain lowered his gaze to check the state of his lower body.
“…How old am I.”
Not even in his most vigorous youth had this ever happened to him. Kinain had never been much for desire to begin with, and lust least of all. He’d barely even touched himself unless he was in rut.
So now Kinain was only flustered by this situation — waking from an erotic dream with his trousers damp.
“Haah.”
Kinain sighed and stood up awkwardly. The sight of him slipping off to the bath without being seen looked rather practiced.
It couldn’t be helped.
He’d been having this dream for a month now.
And in reality, all they were doing was kissing.
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