Chapter 32 – ​32

If ​that ​weren’t ​the ​case, ​this ​wouldn’t be happening. ​Normally, ​if ​someone ​were ​climbing on top of ​him ​and doing something ​reckless, he should ​have ​pushed ​them ​away ​and ​asked what they ​were ​doing, ​rather than telling ​them to do it ​properly if ​they were ​going to ​do it ​at ​all.

It ​seemed the problem ​was that ​he hadn’t put enough ​sleeping pills in. He ​figured Melione had likely ​already taken ​his ​usual sleeping pills, and he had ​been afraid that adding ​too ​many ​more ​might ​kill the reaction ​in his ​lower ​body. Euro regretted ​it ​belatedly.

Now, the only thing left ​to trust ​was ​the love drug. ​He ​had ​poured ​an ​entire bottle ​of ​that into ​the tea, and since it was made ​by a dragon, ​its effects were ​reliable.

Even if the dragon ​had played ​a prank and ​given ​him a drug ​that didn’t work, ​there was ​nothing ​he could ​do ​now. The ​milk ​was already ​spilled; ​what ​was the point ​of ​worrying now?

When ​Melione ​woke ​up, ​he would just have to come clean and tell the truth—that he had healing abilities—and tell him to trust him because he could cure the madness, confessing everything with the resolve to face death.

So for now, he decided to act on the premise that the love drug would definitely work, putting tomorrow out of his mind. Even though he hadn’t done anything yet, wasn’t there a clear reaction in Melione’s lower body?

‘As long as it works, he’ll think it was all a dream when he wakes up in the morning.’

The love drug blurred the boundary between dreams and reality. Even if he seemed conscious right now, when he woke up tomorrow, everything would feel faint, and he wouldn’t even be able to tell if it had actually happened.

To achieve that, he had to make Melione feel as if the present moment visit our sitewere more [Read on Read BL Novels]like a dream. As if determined, Euro pressed his [stolen content]hand firmly against Melione’s chest and began to lift and lower his hips little by little.

At this, a deep furrow formed between Melione’s brows, and the grip on his pelvis tightened.

“It’s a dream, so that’s why I’m doing this.”

“…….”

“Are we the kind of relationship that would do this?”

Euro smiled through gritted teeth. However, while he could act out a confident expression, he couldn’t do the same with his movements.

Because he was so nervous, the muscles in his entire body were contracted. It was the same even after he had painstakingly relaxed them. Because every fold of his inner walls tightened seamlessly around Melione’s member filling him, movement was difficult.

As he shifted his hips in a teasing, unintentional manner, Melione let out a low breath. It was because his lower half, engorged with blood to the point of bursting, was buried in the soft, moist flesh.

Fortunately, thanks to pouring an excessive amount of scented oil on both sides, he was able to at least put on a convincing imitation.

Every time Euro let out a shallow breath and moved his waist, Melione’s glistening, wet member slid out and was sucked back in again.

“Ha, ah….”

Euro groaned with his head tilted back. To be honest, it didn’t feel good. He only felt that since he had inserted it, he had to move; the sensation of the hard pillar brushing against his inner walls didn’t immediately spark a thrilling feeling.

And yet, the sensation of the member widening him and rubbing against the inner walls was so vividly clear that it gave him goosebumps, leaving Euro at a loss.

It was a time akin to torture. Melione’s gaze, which seemed to pierce right through him, was somehow obsessive, and Euro simply moved mechanically, as if completing a piece of overdue homework, with his head turned away.

There was no reaction in Euro’s limp lower body. It was only natural. There was no emotional exchange, and it was unlikely he would easily get an erection from an act that was merely painful.

Eventually, braving the shame, Euro kept his head turned and brought one hand in front of himself. This was less like sex and more like masturbation. It was essentially like using Melione’s member as a dildo, but there was no other way.

Gripping his own slack member, Euro shook his hand in time with the swaying of his hips. The choice to erase pain with pleasure was extremely primal.

Melione’s gaze was still fixed on him, and Euro tried his best to ignore it, increasing the speed of the hand shaking his lower half.

As shame washed over him, even the act of gripping and shaking the front failed to bring any pleasure. At this, Euro frowned deeply and chewed on his lower lip.

What should he imagine? Euro decided to think that Melione wasn’t in the room. What did he usually think about when he masturbated? Honestly, he wasn’t the type to watch anything specific, so there was nothing particular to bring to mind.

For him, masturbation was solely for the [Read on Read BL Novels]purpose [Read on Read BL Novels]of relieving sexual desire. Thus, even without any “side dishes,” he would simply rub whatever happened to stand up and release semen.

Consequently, the hand shaking the front was also very clumsy. Euro tightened his grip, squeezing the most sensitive area around the glans, and focused as much as possible on the sensations below.

Letting out groans of pain and tilting his head back, he gently scratched the urethral opening with his thumb, and he could feel the heat slowly rising in his body.

“Haa….”

Euro let out a hot breath, feeling his member gradually increase in volume within his hand. As the front began to heat up, he gradually became accustomed to the feeling of being full in the back.

As the heat that began to boil from his lower body started to spread throughout his entire frame, goosebumps rose on his bare skin where the cool dawn air touched.

Unconsciously, Euro curled his toes tightly and shut his eyes tight. His lower abdomen and wide-open rear twitched and convulsed, and the surging excitement clouded his mind like a fog, gradually erasing Melione’s presence.

Euro’s member, now fully ripe and flushed red, slid through his tight grip as if it were being inserted. As he clearly felt the angry, protruding veins against his palm, his movements gradually quickened.

Euro squeezed the front so hard that his skin felt raw and painful. As the pleasure grew stronger, the sense of a foreign object faded. The strong pressure, which he had thought only pushed against his interior, now provided a strange sense of satisfaction.

It was then. Melione’s firm hand, which had only been holding Euro’s pelvis, moved and began to caress the goosebump-covered skin.

Because he had held a sword for so long, the hand with calluses scattered across the [visit our site]palm felt somewhat rough. As that [stolen content]hand swept over [Read on Read BL Novels]the soft bare skin, Euro snapped his eyes open and trembled.

“Hah!”

Euro dropped his tilted head and stared at his thighs. The silk pajamas, made somewhat large for comfort, were precariously covering his groin, and when he saw the large hand moving in and out of that space, his rear tightened instinctively.

It was an erotic sensation. As the presence of the member filling him became vivid, his fogged mind cleared, and Melione’s image rushed in dizzyingly.

The firm muscles revealed by the open front of the shirt, the steady fingertips touching his white thighs—they drew out a distant and faint sensation.

That was it. He had never watched erotic videos or masturbated to photos, but in the pitch-black room, under the covers, when he put his hand inside his underwear to masturbate, Euro had unconsciously imagined such things.

The imagination of firm fingertips caressing him. A vision of someone gripping him strongly, holding him so he couldn’t move an inch, and roughly gripping and shaking his member.

He recalled the rough breathing of a stranger he had never heard before. In Kim Euro’s body, he had no experience with intercourse, yet he had naturally imagined a relationship with a man.

Someone possessed by desire, pressed tightly against his rear. Someone who lusted after his body, hugging his struggling frame and sliding a hand between his thighs to pull out his member and shake it wildly.

Thus, when he masturbated, his hand was not his own. It was the sinister touch of someone in his imagination.

Melione’s touch grew more and more like that imagination. The hand that had been slowly stroking from the outside of his thigh had [Read on Read BL Novels]now Read on Read BL Novelsstealthily invaded the inner groin, which had become extremely sensitive.

As the thumb moved as if pressing into the tender flesh, Euro felt as if the hand currently shaking his front was Melione’s.

In that moment, Euro opened his flushed lips and let out a moan as if vomiting it out. Simultaneously, semen shot out in spurts from the tip of his erect member.

The whitish liquid landed on Melione’s lower abdomen, chest, and lips, flowing down viscously.

However, gasping from the sudden onslaught of pleasure and trembling finely, Euro felt the sensation of his twitching back hole and panted with his head lowered.

His climaxing body was shuddering in spite of his will, and his vision was so blurred that he couldn’t even think.

“Certainly.”

“…….”

“This is not something Euro Leches would do.”

At Melione’s husky voice, Euro lifted his head. The sight of him blinking slowly with eyes that couldn’t even open properly due to the sensations swirling through his body was infinitely erotic.

Melione looked straight into Euro’s face and licked the semen that had splashed onto his lower lip [stolen content]with his tongue. It was a taste far too vivid to be [unauthorized copy][unauthorized copy]a dream, but he did not doubt that it was one.

The person he knew was not Kim Euro, but Euro Leches. Therefore, without knowing the truth, that gap could not be easily closed.

To him, Euro was merely an oddity, and that hadn’t changed even now that the marriage had been finalized. The reason he was having such a dream was because of the way Euro had worn a confident expression even before the priest’s benediction, which heralded the beginning of the curse.