Chapter 463

Chapter 463

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Chapter 463

In a cocoon of overlapping body heat, a deep sense of calm mingled with a tingling pleasure, making for a pleasantly comfortable sensation.

Yuder had said he didn’t want to engage while turning over, but touching like this should be fine. As he gently ran his hand down Yuder's back, the warm skin beneath twitched but accepted Kishiar's touch.

A moment later, Yuder also lifted his hand to caress Kishiar's cheek. It was much like his previous gestures: the initial contact barely felt heavy, awkward even, but gradually grew more confident, eventually finding a stable rhythm and completing the movement.

From the cheek to just above the ear where a slight imprint remained, then to the forehead where the hair clung, and then back to the cheek again. Observing and feeling this process, Kishiar suddenly realized something.

He hadn't noticed when he’d received similar touches from Yuder before, but this touch strongly resembled the way he stroked Yuder's back.

'And what this fact implies is...'

From now on, every time Yuder's hand caressed something else, this moment and all of Kishiar would become invisible traces etched forever in that touch.

Whether Kishiar himself was present or not, it would remain as an unchanging shadow.

It was a small, insignificant thing that nobody would pay attention to, but this assurance struck Kishiar as profoundly special.

"Why are you smiling again?"

Yuder tilted his head slightly, as if he had sensed Kishiar's mood through the contact of their skin, even though Kishiar had smiled without making a sound.

"Because I'm happy. Ah, don’t stop touching. I'd like you to keep going. Feel free to touch me however you want; I’ll continue doing the same."

"Is it that good?"

"Absolutely. Do you know how special it is to be able to freely touch something?"

Though he answered cheerfully, his tone had a shade of darkness. Kishiar briefly thought of his brother who wore thick gloves throughout the welcoming ceremony, and of his own childhood hands encased in gloves twice as thick.

Power that was not properly controlled could indiscriminately hurt those around it, eventually tearing even oneself apart. Loved ones, childhood pets—none could escape it.

For those like him, whose power grew frighteningly quickly and became unpredictable, numerous secret barriers had been installed in various palaces of the imperial palace. Walls imbued with protective spells to minimize the impact and damage of any internal incidents appeared as nothing more than ordinary walls from the outside.

In his own bedroom in the palace, there were as many as three layers of such walls.

Always doubt yourself; never be sure.

Doing nothing is the best way to help everyone.

That was the best method to slightly delay a terrifying future, in which he might one day burst from not being able to bear his own power... Those useless yet still deeply imprinted warnings flickered in the corners of his mind, disappearing as soon as he looked into Yuder's eyes.

Kishiar skillfully hid his thoughts, and smiled.

"Hmm... so, how are you feeling? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"No pain anywhere?"

At this, Yuder glanced briefly downward with a subtly complex expression.

"...I'm fine now."

Any plans for additional rest were immediately abandoned.

With a strange sense of a burning ache deep in his throat, Kishiar pulled Yuder into his arms. Their entwined bodies rolled over, this time in the opposite direction from before.

Kishiar, with fingers raised, felt the touch greedily caressing his body and moaned with eyes half-closed. Yuder, biting his lip anxiously, guided him.

"Hmm- Ah..."

The insertion was smoother than before.

Muscles, naturally toned from the traces of life and long training, writhed and clung to the other. Instead of the ecstasy felt from their previous union, a desperate desire to reach even a little more took its place.

Every moan that flowed out, revealing pleasure without filter, was met with an increasing pleasure from the other, in an endless cycle. There was no room for thought.

Suddenly, Kishiar thought their moving bodies, overlapping like white waves, seemed as if they were dancing together.

Come to think of it, maybe soon, I could really dance with you.

He wanted to say that, but the heat of the lips, biting and clinging roughly, swept away all thoughts. Every time Kishiar tried to think of something else, Yuder, as if sensing it, touched his face and pulled him closer. In front of those staring eyes, nothing could be hidden or avoided.

A towering wave surged, scratching and engulfing everything inside.

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