Vol. 5 ITRG Volume 5 Chapter 8

Vol. 5 ITRG Volume 5 Chapter 8



Spring was blooming in full-fledge outside. The garden that had been frozen over for some time, now the buds were popping up and the colorful flowers were showing their true colors.

“How about the garden for today?” asked Hugo, who had been forewarned about the guest. Aeroc thought for a moment and decided that the garden was not a good place. Aeroc didn’t want to have a battle of nerves with that man in public.

“I suggest the second floor terrace, which overlooks the garden.”

Hugo, the most elegant and capable butler in the capital or even the empire, suggested the perfect space.

“The terrace?”

Bendyke, who was used to seeing him only in the library or Violet room, tried to determine if there was something hidden in Aeroc’s intentions for the terrace. It was impolite of him to demand an explanation for his host’s hospitality, but Aeroc wasn’t particularly offended, given who he was dealing with. He had too few expectations of the other man’s character to start getting emotional at this point.

“If you don’t like it, we can move indoors.”

“No. I don’t think that’s necessary.”

The man across the table didn’t seem particularly reluctant, his gaze flickering to the garden below. It wasn’t quite the season for rose to bloom yet, but the buds were poking their tiny heads out and beginning to embroider carpets of green foliage. Aeroc reaffirmed how stunning the terrace was.

“You can see the rose garden from here. It gets plenty of sunlight and a nice summer breeze, so it’s the perfect place to enjoy the scent of the roses. My mother was especially fond of it.”

“I know.”

“What do you know, and how do you know it?”

“From my dreams,” Bendyke replied. Aeroc snorted.

“My financial manager is going crazy.”

At that, the corners of Bendyke’s lips curled up.

“Stop treating me as a dumb person. I’m your employer. Well, you wouldn’t listen to me even if I told you that. What kind of spying did you do that you know...... are you acquainted with one of the estate’s staffs?”

“If I were to spy on you, I’d use my other connections, not your staffs.”

“Ah.”

Suddenly, Aeroc remembered that Bendyke was well-connected in Derbyshire, Westport, and even Wolflake. He didn’t really know about other people, but Viscount Derbyshire and Viscountess Westport knew the Count of Teiwind’s history, as well as Aeroc’s own. While they were a bit chatty, they weren’t the type to talk about others for no reason. Perhaps this man was a clever wordsmith and got a lot of things out of them. It wouldn’t be easy to shut the mouths of people who claimed to be Aeroc’s godfather and godmother in place of his late parents.

“Take a seat.”

At that point, Bendyke came to his side, even pulling out a chair for him.

“I’m not an Omega, so you don’t need to do that. Besides, I don’t think even the most generous Omega would want to be flattered by some freaky pervert snooping around.”

“I see.”

Bendyke continued to smile and didn’t give up the goodwill of pulling out Aeroc’s chair. Aeroc couldn’t just give up the master’s seat and sit in another seat. That was even more ego-scratching to him. A devil’s child. That man must be enjoying himself.

This was only their third meeting. Aeroc’s tension was growing, but on the other hand, his guard was decreasing. It was an emotional contradiction. As his fear of the man’s actions grew, his familiarity with the man also grew. Bendyke himself felt familiar. However, Aeroc was afraid of what he might do.

Today was no different than the last two encounters. There was some light conversation, followed by a long silence.

Clatter.

He tipped over the pages. Aeroc picked the easiest book to read. It’s a straightforward novel with some brilliant insights. The kind of book that, once started, he wouldn’t put down until it was finished, but today, every ten pages or so, he found himself glancing at the other man.

Bendyke wasn’t looking this way. His eyes, which seemed ready to hurl a sharp accusation at anyone at any moment, were directed toward the rose garden. Naturally, Aeroc followed that direction. He found the old log cabin. That house had been built during the lifetime of his mother, who longed for the country life, and was inaccessible from the inside of the garden because it was surrounded by tall boxwoods, so many people didn’t even know it was there, but it was visible from this terrace that his mother loved. Neglected since his mother’s death, the house had an air of decay that didn’t seem to fit in with the colorful garden. Aeroc wondered if Bendyke found that odd.

“I’m thinking of fixing it up soon.”

At the mention of it, Bendyke glanced over slowly towards him. VịSit no(v)3lb/!n(.)com for new novels

At a close range, the other person’s breath brushed his lips. Aeroc’s breathing slowed of its own accord. Shallow breaths followed. Firm flesh touched his lips. A shockwave, like the explosion of a buried bomb, shook him to his core. His clenched teeth snapped open.

A tongue slipped through the gap, and the naked contact with the warmth of another human body sent waves of sensation like he’d never experienced before. With careful grazing of his teeth, the slick flesh advanced, gently tapping sensitive sensory organ he had never used for anything other than speaking and tasting. He hadn’t known a human body temperature to be hot or cold. The intimate waves of sensation that came with the contact, reaching into unfamiliar territory, shattered Aeroc’s anxiousness. His back loosened and his legs wobbled. His half-closed eyelids fluttered and the large male form through them rippled.

“Mmm.”

The lips parted for a moment, then angled back to make contact. With his mouth naturally open, Bendyke marched in like an occupying army, and as he did, Aeroc’s inner defences of hard core slowly crumbled from below.

His head naturally tilted back as the tongue plunged deeper and deeper. Aeroc’s spine gently curved along his cervical spine. His opponent’s grip had now reached her waist. Hard arm muscles pressed against Aeroc’s recessed waist.

Bendyke captured Aeroc’s tongue, flicking it gently, then sucking it back in hard. It was promiscuous and lustful. Only when Aeroc’s tongue began to tingle did the other man allow him to breathe a little.

“Haaa.”

Even as he exhaled, Bendyke nibbled on Aeroc’s lower lip and skimmed the corners of his mouth. As if that weren’t enough, he teased Aeroc’s jaw with the tip of his tongue. At one point, Aeroc’s grip on his shoulders tightened.

He was surprised that kissing could be so shameful. The sex education manuals he’d read voraciously in preparation for this moment made no mention of this incredible whirlwind of sensations. Even the smutty books with sizzling illustrations were as salacious as this.

The arm around his waist kept Aeroc half-hugged by Bendyke. In those black, swampy eyes, always bubbling with anger, a new kind of desire emerged, lust. The moment he met those eyes, Aeroc felt naked on the spot. If kissing was this vulgar, how crude and indecent would...... sex be. A faint shiver of fear ran down his spine. Aeroc let out a shuddering sigh.

“I just can’t resist it when you look at me with such expectant eyes.”

Bendyke whispered, his voice slurred with lust.

“Why should you resist it?”

“Don’t encourage me. I’m only saying it because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Aeroc’s taut nerves couldn’t take it anymore. He had enough of this back-and-forth. He didn’t want to endure the tension any longer. It was time to come clean with everything.

“Think about how much it hurts my pride to be rejected every time.”

Perhaps those words came as a surprise, Bendyke couldn’t hide his baffled expression.

“It’s not rejection, I’m just waiting for a better time.”

“Waiting itself is a rejection.”

“You’re not ready yet.”

“I’ll take care of my own readiness. How far do you want me to feel anxious? You can stroke your ego, but not too much. I’m really starting to feel like crying now.”

Bendyke looked at Aeroc with eyes of genuine surprise.

“You want to cry?”

“Why, do I really have to shed a tear?”

As Aeroc laughed nervously and talked back, Bendyke shook his head vigorously.

“No. Don’t. If you cry, I’ll...... probably die on the spot.”

Spouting nonsensical stuff like a fool in desperate love, he stamped a burn mark on Aeroc’s forehead. His patronising demeanor was rather comical.

“I’m going back for the night. A private room would be nicer next time.”

Shortly after he left, the fourth batch of brewed tea cooled untouched.

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