By Zephyria Ruben had already refused to show me his vulva several times.
Even if it was unavoidable when it naturally showed during intercourse, he tried very hard to block my view whenever he was conscious. At best, he accepted me with ease only when the room was as dark as the one where we had our wedding night. Since he seemed unaware of how well I could see in the dark, I recalled that I didn’t bother to point out the child’s shyness again.
However, things had become a little difficult now. It was still bright outside, and the carriage curtains were thin and light, allowing the outside light to stream into the inner chamber. While I could apply the holy oil with my hands without looking, it wasn’t easy to spread it carefully with this little thing, which was at most the thickness and length of my index finger. It was a hole that easily swallowed one of my fingers. I didn’t want to accidentally make him swallow a forbidden rod.
Ruben’s eyes immediately became moist, and I, startled, held Ruben tighter.
“No, no. If you dislike it that much, we don’t have to play with that.”
“⋯It’s just.”
Ruben shook his head a couple of times and leaned into my embrace. The child clenched and unclenched his fists, then clenched them again. And he mumbled in a voice that barely reached me.
“⋯Won’t you, not⋯?”
“What?”
“No, uh, ⋯ha, it’s just.”
Ruben even bumped his forehead against my shoulder. Thinking he was doing something painful again, I hugged his back and kissed his temples. Then, after a long hesitation, the child mumbled a series of strange words.
“⋯Originally, that, it’s not a place⋯ to enter. Or, to feel bad about.”
“⋯What?”
“I know! I know you won’t, but still, just in case, just in case⋯.”
My eyes widened at his unexpected words.
Was he still worried about the fact that he wasn’t a woman, even at this point? We had already had our wedding ceremony, and our wedding night was very⋯. Very, intensely experienced, wasn’t it? I let out a breath of disbelief and then burst into loud laughter.
“No, now, is it⋯. Now? Me?”
“Don’t, don’t laugh. Still, I don’t know.”
“No, I know well.”
I pulled his squirming body tightly into my embrace, then gave him some space. It was a rather embarrassing thing to say, but well, it wasn’t an impossible thing to say. I pressed my lips to his reddened eyes a couple of times and whispered in the gentlest tone possible.
“Do I know women, or men? Ruben is my first, and will be my last.”
“⋯.”
“From now on, there is only one vulva I will desire and covet. Ruben is the most beautiful to me, and the one who ignites my lust the most. So, don’t have unnecessary thoughts.”
“⋯That’s.”
“Shall we take our clothes off and play in the light next time.”
“What?”
Ruben, who had been listening with a demure expression, looked up in surprise, startled.
Knowing well that the tears welling up in those innocent eyes weren’t solely from being wronged or sad, I now felt free to indulge my desires. I grabbed the startled child’s thigh with one hand, lifting him into my embrace, and deliberately kissed his bare chest with a loud sound. I licked it shallowly, then sucked it deeply.
“Show me, Ruben. And⋯.”
“⋯Hhup.”
“I wish you would know how much I’m lusting after you.”
Then, the child’s stiffening penis, which had been cowed and lost its spirit, proudly lifted its head.
Ruben clutched the blanket instead of the duvet and lay on his stomach.
His stiffening penis was glimpsed through the gap between his thighs, which were spread only as much as his pants, still hanging on his knees, allowed. His body, which swayed with the carriage’s vibrations, looked even more lewd the lower he lowered his upper body.
Ruben, who was already tense just by showing me his anus, waited with his hands pressed firmly over his mouth. What to do. Seeing him so anxious made me want to tease and torment him. I had never thought of playing tricks on people before, but I couldn’t understand why I became so mischievous in front of Ruben.
The tight opening was cleaner and a little moist than I had expected. A small gap had opened up just moments ago from my probing, but when I tried to press it with my thumb to see inside, it tightened firmly, acting demurely.
I desperately wanted to snap the rod in half and pour holy oil over it. But it was already a delicate skin, and what if even a piece of metal got mixed in? I calmly settled my mind and decided to spread the holy oil like a drawing over the tightly closed folds, rod and all.
“⋯Hick.”
“Is it cold? This much seems okay.”
“⋯It’s not, cold⋯. It’s, hard. A little.”
“⋯.”
Perhaps Ruben had taken separate lessons on how to ignite a man’s passion.
I rubbed it, pressing down to hasten the holy oil that was seeping out little by little. When I opened the hole with the mouth of the holy oil bottle, Ruben let out a cry.
“What, what are you doing⋯. I, I don’t like that⋯.”
“You said you wouldn’t make a sound.”
“Still, it feels strange. Do it, with yours.”
“With my hand?”
“⋯Yes.”
Then I must. But transferring it to my hand to spread it, rather than directly applying it with the rod, was even more tedious. Finally, I pushed down the device at the mouth of the bottle with my thumb, breaking the jade bead so it couldn’t come out again, and only then could I use more oil than before.
However, I was still worried that it wasn’t sufficiently moist.
I gently pushed aside the hem of the child’s shirt and saw his back. There were a few bite marks left by me on his broadly trained back. Thinking of Ruben, who must have endured the dull ache and walked around with his mouth tightly shut, regretting the marks that would disappear with one use of a healing artifact, made me smile.
Why was I so reluctant about this?
⋯I guess I’m a little greedy too.
“Yes. ⋯But don’t hold back.”
“⋯What?”
“The cold, or the pain. Whenever Ruben wants, as much as he wants⋯. I’m always ready.”
As soon as I finished speaking, the hole, glistening and moist with a fragrant scent, parted slightly.
I also coated my fingers with holy oil and pressed my middle finger deeply into his anus. I knew well that pressing here would make Ruben feel good, so I didn’t hesitate. Indeed, as I meticulously oiled the inner walls, the child became ecstatic, covering his mouth with both hands and lying on his stomach. He trembled, pushing the floor with his chest.
What was so bad about it?
Just seeing his white buttocks swaying before my eyes made me want to ejaculate. I swallowed a sigh and inserted my second finger. Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently up and down. The child reached back for me, and I readily took his hand.
Was the road rough? We couldn’t make a sound in the rattling carriage as his breath hitched.
The child’s hand gripping my wrist was effectively stroking my inner walls as it shook. The child, who had been biting down on my fingers, suddenly began to lift his hips. His parting lips were clearly visible in my sight.
“⋯May I, enter?”
“Hhuk, uhh⋯.”
“Really?”
I asked again, unsure if he was crying or answering, and was hit on the back of the hand. I felt a pang of resentment towards my lover, whose ears and neck were flushed crimson with embarrassment, and who wouldn’t show his face. I pulled out my finger, fragrant with the scent of grass, and took hold of my penis.
Just as I was about to insert the tip into the tight opening, the carriage stopped for a moment.
We both stiffened. I pulled Ruben, who was looking sharply at Ikyun, into my embrace. When I extended my Qi sense, I saw only his concern about the rough road ahead, and nothing seemed wrong with the wheels or anything else.
Ruben’s thighs, tense, were hard. Fearing that Viscount Burnold might open the door and ask us to take a detour, we both held our breath and pretended to be asleep.
Ruben, wriggling and burrowing into my embrace, squeezed me as if his anus would break.
Although I was largely insensitive to pain, I couldn’t afford to train my genitals as well. However, pleasure far outweighed the pain. It would be hard to stop here, and I was just about to pull the blanket over when I thought I might have to touch the other person’s Blood Point if necessary.
After a moment of consideration, Burnold gave several hand signals to the carriage following behind, then urged the horses on again. Immediately, the carriage began to shake violently. I clearly heard Burnold’s voice, offering an apology that wouldn’t be heard properly.
“⋯Shall we stop?”
“Hic, hhh, no⋯.”
“No?”
“Hhh, yes. Now⋯. Now, put it in⋯. All the way⋯.”
“⋯What?”
Ruben, without turning to look at me, said with his neck dyed a ruby red.
“It’s okay, that, too⋯. Because it feels good⋯.”
How many men could endure hearing such words?
I grabbed Ruben’s hips and straightened him up. The tense opening, which narrowed tightly, then parted slightly, was clearly visible before my eyes. Ruben covered his mouth with both hands, and by the time he swallowed half of my penis, he was arching his neck back in impatience.
Holding Ruben solely by the strength of my arms, I slowly, very slowly, pushed in without withdrawing. Ruben was a truly sensitive and delicate man. Just by inserting my penis into his opening, he would tremble all over and feel it completely.
I had tried to be careful throughout, but I couldn’t. From about halfway in, the carriage began to rattle again. Ruben, unexpectedly probed roughly, covered his mouth with both hands and trembled his hips slightly, ejaculating immediately. Seeing the milky white liquid splattered on the blanket he had been holding, he writhed his hips as if urging me on, embarrassed.
Panicked about how to prevent the carriage’s shaking from being discovered and Ruben’s sounds from leaking out, I quickly surrounded us both with an Aura Barrier. I had never learned to use my skills this way, but it was fortunate that there was at least some solution.
The carriage stopped near evening.
While Viscount Burnold and Benjamin built a fire and prepared to cook, the others helped. It was fortunate that there was at least one person among the group who could cook. Was this also something Ruben had anticipated?
“Ughhh. I slept like I was dead. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all night like that. I guess I’m getting old.”
“Still, it was incredibly comfortable, probably because it’s an Imperial Palace carriage. It was my first time riding in a carriage while lying down. If only the duvet were a little thicker, it would have been even more plush and comfortable.”
“Even so, isn’t it too hot for summer?”
“Even a thin blanket to cover with would be fine. Besides, it gets cold at night even in summer. I wish everyone would realize they aren’t as healthy as Mikael.”
“Did Benjamin learn how to drive the carriage well?”
“Yes. But the road suddenly became rough in the middle, and we wandered for a long time. I saw traces of it being washed away by rain.”
“Rain? With Undine increasing, they must have played some tricks. There hasn’t been heavy rain near the capital, has there?”
“That’s true. By the way⋯. Is His Majesty still sleeping?”
“Mmm. I suppose he was busy at the palace all day. I was thinking of waking him when dinner preparations are done.”
“Why was he so busy~.”
“Marianne.”
“Alright, alright. Once in a while, do that, what is it, turtle soup? Do it again. His Majesty said before that even though the smell was terrible and the ingredients were disgusting, the effect was good.”
Rubel knows so many things, whatever he said.
I just gave an awkward laugh.