Chapter 459

Chapter 459

Chapter 459

Though it may be expected or surprising, Kishiar did not immediately begin his work. The reason being, it was only a short time before Nathan Zuckerman would return.

Kishiar asked Yuder whether he would prepare for their vacation together while he and his adjutant were checking on his health conditions, or if Yuder needed separate time for preparation. Thinking of his room still covered in flowers, Yuder replied that he would simply change his clothes and come up.

The path back to his quarters, following the central staircase leading from the Commander's room, felt unusually light and peaceful. Windows carefully placed between the floors were wide open, letting in the last rays of sunlight before the onset of full-blown winter.

Usually, the sound of members sweating and grunting in the training ground below would be heard, but today the place was deserted, making it eerily quiet.

Entering his room, Yuder was struck by a mixture of fresh and complicated emotions upon seeing his bags still thrown aside in neglect.

The question Kishiar had asked just before leaving the dressing room resurfaced in his mind.

‘Time for preparation.’

Oddly enough, the first time he'd been with Kishiar in his previous life, they had also spent about a week together, and this time around their vacation was also a week long. However, in his previous life, there had been no opportunity for any kind of preparation. It had been an accident, and like most accidents, it had been abrupt from beginning to end.

‘Almost all the time I spent with Kishiar felt that way, too.’

Every subsequent intimate encounter with Kishiar had also been rushed and unsettling. Neither the beginning nor the end could be adjusted by his will.

But today, he had the opportunity to prepare. According to Yuder Aile's will, freely and without restriction. The newfound freedom felt strangely uncomfortable. It was even bizarre to him.

‘I did say I'd just change clothes and come up, but... should I prepare something more?’ Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

Although he had no interest in sexual matters, he knew from tales in his previous life that various preparations could be quite necessary before two people became intimate. Yet, a rebellious voice inside him also questioned the necessity of such preparations, asserting that whatever was going to happen would happen regardless.

When Kishiar was in sight, everything seemed perfectly fine, but the moment he was out of view, Yuder felt awkward, like a clumsy kid. He sighed softly.

‘I'm not a child, not at this age. I should stop doing foolish things.’

To clear his thoughts, he made a sweeping gesture with his hand, summoning a gust of wind. It neatly gathered the flowers that covered the floor, leaving the furniture and other items untouched. Moments later, they floated into beautiful arrangements.

The bouquet, large enough to be a challenge for an adult man to hold, was carefully divided into vases and cups that Kanna had left, or that Ever had once gifted him. However, even after stuffing all available places with flowers, an excessive pile remained, creating small mountains on the table and chairs.

"I'll have to think more about what to do with the leftovers."

Once the room was clean, it finally felt like he had truly returned to his own quarters. Yuder took off his outer garment and gloves, and pulled out fresh clothes hanging cleanly washed in his closet. Just as he was about to change, his motion hesitated for a moment over the gloves he had set aside.

Just before leaving the dressing room, a memory suddenly surfaced: Kishiar's lips had lightly touched the tip of Yuder's gloved finger, as if to say he would miss him.

Yuder hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted his black glove. He pressed his lips to the second knuckle of the finger Kishiar had kissed and inhaled deeply.

Though he had told Kishiar not to restrain himself, ironically, Yuder had been holding back an intense heat that now surged from his fingertips and flowed unabated throughout his body.

His downcast eyes went quiet, gazing into an unknowable distance.

From the moment he mentioned that he would be spending the next week together with his assistant, the faithful knight seemed to have guessed most of it without needing further explanation. The uncertain expression he wore as he left was conspicuous.

Ever since he met Yuder a long time ago, Nathan had consistently been cautious of him. Even now, although Nathan clearly recognized that Yuder Aile was a trustworthy individual, that last iota of caution never disappeared.

Kishiar wasn't aware that Yuder himself had encouraged this caution. However, he did know that Yuder, while aware of this, had tacitly approved. Yet, that was just a tiny part of the many enigmatic facets of his assistant.

Something Kishiar had not yet figured out.

At the end of the corridor was a small space where multiple doors could be seen all at once. The bedroom used by the Commander was the furthest inside.

Almost simultaneously, the two crossed the boundary that Yuder Aile had once retreated from without encountering Kishiar beyond the door.

A sudden electric charge seemed to spark between their interlocked hands. Looking down, Yuder appeared to feel the same sensation, his eyes focused on the same spot.

How could they know this without uttering a single word?

It was a strange and mystical moment, experienced multiple times.

Their eyes met, almost simultaneously lifting to do so.

The corners of Yuder's eyes trembled as if he were angry. As soon as they stepped into the room and set down their glasses, he pulled Kishiar toward him.

Every time he felt the incredible passion emanating from his seemingly parched body, Kishiar experienced emotions so ecstatic they felt lethal.

Without a clear initiator, their lips collided. Kishiar held Yuder's waist to ensure he didn't crash into the furniture, subtly guiding him toward the bed as he shifted their direction.

Finally, their entwined bodies collapsed onto the bed, sinking into the sheets. Brushing back the disheveled black hair from his forehead and over the white sheets with his fingers, Kishiar surrendered his entire being to the one who had taken it all.

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