WNC SS 160

What do I know about weddings?

I have seen a bride and groom dressed in wedding attire, bowing to each other in a wide courtyard, dozens of times in my life. But that is all. I have never once sought to observe what a newlywed couple does once they enter the bridal chamber.

At the very least, I am glad to know that once they enter the room, they light the wedding candles and share the nuptial cup.

Using my thumb and index finger, I carefully grasped the wick of the red candle resting on the tea table and rubbed it once in a sliding motion. As a circular orange flame bloomed, a soft orange glow settled smoothly over Ruben’s clothes, making the shadows deepen.

His ethereal appearance, as if he had stepped out of a dream, left me breathless once again.

Slowly, I reached out and lifted the red bridal veil. For some reason, this night reminded me of the time I first undid Ruben’s buttons.

Above the neatly wrapped front of his robes, his straight, long neck appeared first. When his smooth jawline and lips were revealed, I could no longer hold back. Holding the thin fabric, I pressed my lips against the tip of the child’s chin.

The fact that I didn’t intertwine our tongues was the absolute limit of my patience. Only after kissing him a few more times was I able to fully remove the red veil.

Ruben was smiling.

“…Is this right?”

“I do not know.”

Should I have removed the veil later? Or should the veil be removed first to drink the wine?

No, that’s not it. It wasn’t for such reasons; I was simply so anxious and breathless to see Ruben’s face sooner that I acted on impulse. What did the correct order matter? My mind was emptied into a void of white and red, and my chest felt overflowing. My insides kept simmering.

I wanted to answer softly, but my voice kept coming out stiff.

However, Ruben, who could not possibly be unaware of my inner thoughts, was not afraid. He blinked, casting his long eyelashes down languidly, and glanced at me with a smile in his eyes that melted my heart. The long sleeves of the child’s robe brushed lightly against the back of my hand, as if teasing.

At the gesture urging for what comes next, my fingertips trembled for the first time in a very long while. I awkwardly stepped back and sat down.

Carefully feeling around the tea table, I found the kettle and filled the cups. Even then, my gaze refused to leave Ruben’s face.

“…Now,”

Finding it difficult to speak with a choked throat, I cleared it a few times and spoke again.

“Now, stay close so that the red thread does not break… and drink one full cup.”

“Like this?”

The child leaned his body close to mine. I pushed the small dining [unauthorized copy]style="position:absolute;left:-9999px;font-size:0;">[visit our site]table that had been blocking us to one side. The candlelight flickered violently.

Our hot breaths touched. To keep the thread from breaking, our arms entwined. Ruben leaned his chest quietly against my elbow.

As the child swallowed the wine, the sight of his plump Adam’s apple bobbing up and down made my mind hazy. Once he finally finished the cup, the child handed the empty glass to me. I obediently placed the clinking glass back on the tea table.

I wrapped my arms around Ruben’s waist and pulled him deep into my embrace. The child leaned his cheek lightly against my chest and chattered like a bird.

“Mmm. …What’s next?”

“What’s next.”

I immediately slid my hand through the gap of the child’s wide robes and gripped his thigh and buttocks together. It seemed he was dressed in Central Plains style, both in trousers and undergarments. He had cleverly mixed male and female attire, and once I untied the knot at the waist, the wide side slits allowed the lower garments to be pulled down easily.

I didn’t feel like stripping him completely before proceeding. As I touched Ruben’s vulva, the child let out a short gasp and arched his back. I kissed his cheeks, ears, and nape repeatedly, rubbing my cheek closely against Ruben’s.

“You must become my bride.”

At that, Ruben smiled brightly again.

I thought he might have prepared in advance, but he hadn’t.

Truly like a new bride, the entrance was tightly [stolen content]closed. As I poured plenty [stolen content]of holy oil and began to toy with it, the child acted shy, repeatedly trying to cover his face with his sleeve.

Perhaps because of the wide fabric of his clothes spread around him as he lay quietly on the platform, it felt as if I were parting flower petals.

Even with just two fingers swallowed, Ruben’s lower abdomen sank flat. As I habitually rubbed and pressed the inner walls with my knuckles, Ruben’s thighs shuddered and tightened.

Wanting to hear the child’s voice, I spoke first.

“Wife.”

“…Hng, yes, yes.”

I was pleased that his knees opened immediately when I called him so sweetly.

Breathing hot breaths, I kissed both of Ruben’s knees alternately. I pulled the thin fabric with my teeth and let go, and next time, I bit down hard so that Ruben’s round kneecap was fully inside my mouth before releasing it.

Unable to spread his legs completely due to the lower garments entangled around his thighs, Ruben only jerked his waist. Since both of us were equally heated, the corners of Ruben’s eyes were already red and moist, as if stained with rouge.

“…Ha… Wife…”

“Yes, mmm. Keep going, ah. Now, stop…”

“It’s so narrow here, how can you possibly take a man? Just a little more.”

Ruben’s eyes narrowed slyly. He probably thought I was joking. But I was serious. Today, I was a groom with a new bride before me.

As I spread my two fingers slightly and flicked my wrist, the child shrieked and arched his back. The rustling sound of the fabric rubbing together made my ears itch.

“Haa…! Ah. Mi, hng, Mikaa.”

“Look. Even now… you keep tightening like this.”

“No, hng, I can, I can do it. Hurry, hurry…”

“Really?”

Ruben covered his mouth with one hand and nodded his head vigorously. What a waste. As I licked the child’s cheek and chin, he immediately opened his mouth toward me.

As we kissed obediently, he opened the front of my trousers. As the genitals, resting like a chin beneath a flower bud, familiarly found their place, honey-like fluid flowed.

I buried myself deep inside the body that tightened around me hotly, as always.

The cute, hiccuping sounds of breath leaking through our touching lips were bewitching. I licked and bit his plump tongue, sucked it deeply and released it, and toyed with his soft lower lip several times. Ruben, who was sucking me in with such force that his rounded buttocks dipped, began to tremble his waist, so I obediently supported the small of his back with my hand.

After that, I forgot the world.

I was deeply intoxicated by the hot pleasure. Because I acted roughly in my haste, the lower garments tore in the middle, but thanks to that, it was wonderful to see Ruben’s white knees stained red from up close.

Driven by greed as I indulged, I pushed aside the upper garment with my lips; since the waist belt remained intact while the top and bottom were messily opened, it looked even more lewd.

Red bite marks were left haphazardly on his originally white chest, and dark handprints remained on his supple thighs, regardless of whether they were on the outside or inside.

I laughed every time Ruben sobbed, tilted his chin back, and tightened his vulva. He let out so many groans of “Gaga, gaga” that I simply could not stop.

When I called him Wife, he answered sweetly with a “Yes.”

When I called him Ruben, he acted affectionately, calling me “Mikaa.”

While continuing to move, filled with my semen, he would urge me to hurry up by hooking his hands behind his knees when he grew too weak to do it himself.

How many years had it been since we first became intimate? Even though I knew his body was accustomed to sexual affairs, that single piece of red cloth kept catching my eye, making me feel as if I were doing something wicked.

After two rounds, I finally untied the waist belt. Because of the now-longer sleeves, Ruben couldn’t hold onto me properly and kept slipping, but when I pinched the peak of his chest, the way he convulsed forward and backward was truly lovely.

By the time Ruben’s rear entrance had swollen, I played with the child’s ankles. Seeing my hands tremble as I removed the neatly worn socks, Ruben kept laughing, so I punished him by meticulously licking the top of his feet and each toe one by one. I did so for a long time, until Ruben sobbed between laughter and tears.

By the time I finally regained my senses, the dawn light was seeping through the curtains.

I wrapped his warm body, still not cooled from the heat, in the wedding clothes drenched with semen and pulled him into my embrace. Exhausted and drowsy with sleep, Ruben leaned comfortably against my chest with a hazy expression and quieted his breath.

I brushed back the sweat-soaked hair with my fingertips to reveal his straight forehead. The more I looked at his beautiful face, the more I marveled; it was almost blinding.

How can a person make me want to devour them like this?

I had recklessly crushed a white snowflower to make it red like a camellia, and yet I was losing my mind thinking that even that was beautiful.

I pressed my lips firmly against his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks, over and over. I kissed the slightly upturned corners of his mouth even more times.

It was only when steady, soft breaths began to leak from Ruben’s lips that I suddenly remembered.

Usually, we kept healing artifacts or clean artifacts tucked away in desks or bedside drawers. Since it was Ruben’s study, I assumed the artifacts would naturally be in the desk drawers and brought nothing, but today, Ruben had removed the desk, table, and cabinets from the study, leaving only the wide platform, so no drawers were in sight.

Not wanting to detach Ruben from my embrace, I carried the child in my arms and walked through the study.

I checked the dining table, where the red candle had clumped together with wax, and used the principle of Telekinesis to place the nuptial cups, which had miraculously remained unbroken and entwined on a corner of the platform, back onto the table.

When I pulled out the undergarments, which were as small as Ruben’s palm, from beneath the platform, I swallowed an embarrassed breath, and I neatly unfolded the crumpled red veil and placed it on the cleanest part of the platform.

Then, I suddenly spotted a familiar-looking notebook on a corner of the study bookshelf.

Had he intentionally placed it where it would be easily seen? I heard the design varied slightly by grade, but no matter how I looked at it, this was mine. Adjusting Ruben in one arm, I used my free hand to open the neat leather notebook I had received upon entering the Academy.

The first page of the notebook provided by the Academy contained a calendar, precautions, the academic schedule, and a map of the Academy interior. The middle consisted mostly of blank pages, and the last two pages listed the names, office locations, and subjects taught by all the professors in the Academy.

And on the very first line of the first blank page, a neat name was written in Shayden Rose’s handwriting.

「Rubel Anti Searon」

Below that, there were traces of me writing Ruben’s name repeatedly three or four times. A laugh leaked through my teeth once again.

Was it from this moment?

The moment I wrote Ruben’s name on the very first line of the first page of my life.

I pressed my lips deeply once more against the cheek of the soundly sleeping Ruben. Without so much as a frown, the child smiled faintly and melted away.

After gazing at that endearing face for a long while, I found a dip pen resting between the bookshelves and wrote my name next to Ruben’s.

「Rubel Anti Searon ♡ Mikael Heart Searon」

I closed the notebook as it was and slid it back into its place upside down. Since Ruben tends to memorize the exact location of every one of his belongings, he would soon notice that I had touched this Read on visit our siteRead BL Novelsstyle="position:absolute;left:-9999px;font-size:0;">[visit our site]notebook. Thinking of the face he would make, smiling brightly upon opening this page, my heart stirred once more.

I searched further, but I could not find a clean artifact anywhere.

It cannot be helped. I shall have to hide Ruben securely so he cannot be seen and move him to the bedroom. Since Ruben gave me a beautiful bride in his arms last night, I shall wake Ruben’s morning with a magnificent bouquet of flowers.

Just as it has been, and just as the principle of my unchanging love shall be.