By Zephyria 
“So, you see… hic, I seized the initiative early on…”
Beatrice, holding a beer stein as large as her face, rested her chin on her hand and hiccupped repeatedly. The lipstick on her beautifully made-up lips was completely smeared from being rubbed so much.
“That’s… why we could wiiin!”
Her face, flushed red with intoxication, looked like a perfect match for her own cursed doll.
They were gathered on cheap, plush sofas, facing each other in twos and threes around a wide table. Below the wooden and glass partitions, the tavern was bustling with patrons. Despite the rather noisy atmosphere, the Lady’s lowered eyelashes seemed heavy, as if they might close at any moment.
Gillian, who had been watching Beatrice repeat herself, tapped her forearm and snatched the stein away.
“Yeah, yeah. Our young lady’s performance was the greatest. More importantly, shouldn’t you stop drinking now?”
“Ah, why! It’s just getting started!”
She protested strongly, springing up from her seat as if she had never been unsteady. Fortunately, Morbang, sitting beside her, pushed the plates in front of her aside, preventing the food from being overturned. However, his own limbs were unsteady, resembling his master’s, and he didn’t look to be in great shape either.
It was fortunate they were seated separately from the other tables. Otherwise, from the bizarre doll to the Lady causing a scene, they would have drawn considerable attention.
Orca, who had been picking the bones out of the pickled herring appetizer, watched them and opened the conversation.
“But what’s the relationship between you three? Ah, that one over there is a doll, you said, so two? You seem close, like you knew each other before.”
“Ah, us? Well, it’s complicated if we start explaining…”
“This one’s my butler, and this one’s my pet.”
Beatrice pointed to her sides with her fingernails, naming them simply. A doll butler was one thing, but calling the massive one a ‘pet’? Orca’s eyes widened.
“A pet, not a bodyguard?”
Then, as if thinking of something, he made a profound expression alone before turning to Gillian and asking subtly.
“He seems more docile than he looks. Does his owner treat him well?”
“…What is this guy thinking?”
“By any chance, do lions keep pets? If there’s someone I meet who won’t accept me, a pet position doesn’t seem too bad.”
“Khek, cough—.”
At that bombshell statement, Ero, who had been keeping quiet beside him, seemed to choke and coughed repeatedly.
“Hueuk…”
“…Haa.”
Leonardo rested his chin on Hugo’s shoulder. Panting, he trembled intermittently from the man’s breath tickling his ear. It wasn’t from cold. Rather, his breath had heated up so much he felt like vomiting it all out.
Through the gap between their chests, pressed together in an embrace, a graceful wave seeped in, rubbing against his body heat. The warmed water droplets scratched and slid over the protrusion on his chest. Lifting his chin from the tingling sensation, he gnawed on his own lip.
“Ah, uung…!”
“Mmm…, ah…”
Yet, he only tightly closed his eyes, ultimately unable to suppress his moans. Because it felt like the water particles were alive, deliberately teasing his body. And it didn’t take long to realize that wasn’t just his imagination.
“Stand… mmm… properly.”
A commanding tone, soothing yet panting from heightened excitement. That, along with the sound of water falling in the gloomy cave, struck his ears. As Leonardo’s legs kept wobbling unsteadily, Hugo affectionately embraced the small of his back. Yet, from below the navel, he acted as if a different self, behaving violently.
He forced thick thighs into the crotch gap, prying them open, then moved his waist back and forth, making their protruding excitations rub against each other as if breaking.
A regular and intense kiss followed, enough to dent the side of the buttocks. The erect penis and nipples became stimuli, scratching each other, becoming thoroughly entangled. From Leonardo’s mouth, pressed under the other’s weight, muffled sounds of ‘uhk, uhk’ leaked.
Around then, the weak water pressure pouring from above dripped down onto the erect penis. Thread-like, slender trajectories persistently sharpened and passed through the cleft of Leonardo’s parted glans. It was an impact like tormenting a sensitive spot with a brush dipped in milk.
“Hahuk…!”
Leonardo’s distorted eyes flew wide open. His waist reflexively arched. Because of that, the pitifully swollen cockhead occasionally peeked out of the hole.
When the unbearable itch stimulated the urethral opening, Leonardo covered his own glans with the hand buried in his lower body gap. It was an instinctive attempt to avoid the stimulation. But Hugo soon grabbed the wriggling fingers and peeled them off one by one. In the end, he pressed his and Leonardo’s shafts together, gripping them tightly like a noose.
“Ha, don’t—.”
The tight glans entrance between the fingers opened a little more. Swollen enough that something could be inserted, it flaunted itself in a lewd shape. Hugo buried his mouth in Leonardo’s nape and answered while rubbing the tip with his thumb.
“Umm… I didn’t do much.”
“Eut, liar… you keep—.”
“Keep, what?”
He asked teasingly, rubbing his waist leisurely. Simultaneously, the two penises pressed side by side scratched each other with their tendons and heads, rubbing up and down. Each time, the cold water inside the shoes soaked the socks thoroughly and rubbed against the leather lining, making a vulgar squelching sound.
The sound from within his hand wasn’t much different.
“Uung… you’re doing it on purpose, tormenting me—!”
Finally unable to bear it, Leonardo shook his head and burst out shouting. The cry, bursting out as if in pain, and the subsequent gasps for breath echoed widely in the shower room. The circumstances of one hot, humid stall soaked the dry floor of the other empty stall profusely.
“Is everything alright?”
Orca asked subtly. Beatrice looked at the two people opposite with an expression of ‘what a sight’. Still, she picked up a napkin with her fingertips and tossed it roughly onto the table.
Ero, who received it, wiped the beer he had sprayed while managing an awkward smile and wiping his mouth.
“Ah, yes…! Sorry, cough, sorry.”
He barely suppressed a light cough. While showing an embarrassed expression, he answered Orca’s earlier nonsense.
“But a pet… that seems a bit, unreasonable, doesn’t it? For one, I don’t think His Highness would, ahem, like it very much?”
‘Forget a pet, he’d become frozen tuna!’
Whether he knew Ero’s inner thoughts or not, Orca, who was poking at the separated herring with his utensil, twitched his white eyebrows.
“Hmm, is that so?”
For some reason, quick agreement returned. Ero, who had been about to seriously persuade him, blinked in puzzlement. Orca, uncharacteristically hunched over, continued while idly moving his wrist over the plate.
“Joker is right. For an orca, ‘companion animal’ suits better than ‘pet’.”
“…Yes?”
“I’m very curious about the lion. When will he arrive? Would he like it if I gave him herring?”
The spoon’s rounded curve poked at the flesh of the aged herring. A faint pink hue spread through the milky-white meat. The texture was unusually smooth, and white sour cream sauce flowed thickly over it.
Watching that, Ero just gaped.
“Hueuk… hak!”
A wriggling stream of water, along with whitish semen, gushed out in clumps from the urethral opening. The turbid fluid flowing down the rounded glans was poured onto a shaft thicker and sturdier than his own.
“Leo, I’m…”
Leonardo, caught in the man’s tricks, exhaled a breath that seemed about to break, his pupils dilated. It was the second ejaculation, but the amount was quite small this time. Because instead of a single overwhelming pleasure, he would stop just when it was about to peak, then stimulate again, then stop. He deliberately repeated tantalizing acts, provoking unsatisfying pleasure.
As a somewhat lacking, tingling sensation sliced through the thoroughly messy groin, Leonardo shrugged his shoulders, leaning his temple. A voice tinged with laughter rang over his profile.
“You look good like this. Being bold isn’t bad either… but this expression gives quite a fulfilling feeling.”
A low whisper bit his earlobe. Violating the eardrum, it grabbed and shook the nerve line connecting to the scalp and nape. Leonardo sharply narrowed his eyes and gasped for breath. Yet, unknowingly, he lewdly shook his hips in time with the other’s voice.
“…You bastard.”
“Haha, definitely. Reality is even better than imagination.”
It didn’t look like it, but Leonardo was in a state where his whole body was bound and he couldn’t move properly.
The incessantly spurting streams of water from the Water Mage were no different from tools of restraint that could be wielded freely. The swinging golden eyes distorted as if about to cry.
“You, really… ugh… are like a pervert.”
“Mmm. I’ve heard it so much, it’s like a name now.”
Each and every one of the rolling, falling water droplets became Hugo’s fingertips and tongue-tips, indulging in Leonardo’s body. Like transparent tentacles, they coiled around the skin, probing even the secret parts. Leonardo twitched his body and feigned distress.
“Ah, stop. This is weird—.”
“Endure it. You said you were curious first. This time, you have to handle it.”
“…But my back, it hurts. It keeps getting rubbed—.”
Hugo looked down at the beauty pitifully raising his head in his embrace. Along with the humid air, water droplets clung clumpily to his eyelashes. Seeing that, a ‘tsk’ sound escaped involuntarily. He had become quite adept at making one’s heart soften.
This cunning beauty possessed strength enough to easily blow away part of a territory’s order, yet every time he wanted to escape from him, he bewitched people with the excuse of pain.
Knowing it was one of his techniques, yet falling for it every time, he himself was no sage. Slowly undulating his throat, Hugo decided to propose a gentlemanly compromise.
“Then, let’s do it like this.”
Caressing his cheek, he immediately grabbed Leonardo’s shoulders and turned him around. Just as they had positioned themselves in the dark room, he pushed the supple upper body against the wall and firmly pressed the golden back of his head. He grabbed the pelvis and pulled it back, and this time, instead of using his shoe to spread the legs, he pushed the outside of the feet to make the thighs stick together.
Leonardo, wary of his unrestrained actions yet powerless, helplessly followed his will. But soon, feeling the hem of his gown being rolled up along the curve of his buttocks, his startled inner thighs trembled finely.
“Wait, what are you trying to…”
Chill seeped into the neatly stretched scrotum and perineum, and even into the tight hole. For a moment, the flustered golden eyes flew wide open.
“…Ah.”
A hot sigh burst from the parted lips. Hugo, who had pounced from behind, blocked it by pushing his tongue in. Simultaneously, a heavy mass of flesh rested, thud, between the firm, plump buttock cheeks.
An electric current shivered down the spine curved from bracing against the wall. Moisture welled up in the slightly parted corners of his eyes.