I realised that Viirant was on night watch today when we returned to the inn after aligning stories with the shopkeeper. We had dinner, took a bath, and prepared for bed. When I went back to our room and closed the door, I was suddenly embraced tightly, leaving me stunned.
…I expected to be scolded for collapsing like I did, but this reaction was unexpected.
The arms hugging me so tightly felt desperate, as if clinging to me for dear life. His trembling fingers touched me, as if confirming my existence. He must have been imagining something terrible. This guy especially hates seeing me hurt or passing out.
“…My bad.”
“Let me hold you.”
His response to my apology made me freeze. Uh…what did he just say? I feel like I heard something impossible.
“Please, let me hold you. …I know you don’t have enough holy power left to give a blessing. And I understand that the blessing will last until the next time I’m on night watch.”
“…Then why?”
“I don’t need a blessing or a holy sword. I just… want you.”
His cracked, hoarse voice made my face flush hot. Wait, is this what I think it is? So, Viirant is asking to hold me without any reason of giving me a blessing? He’s saying he doesn’t want a blessing or a holy sword—just me?
When Viirant and I are intimate, it enlarges the vessel for blessings. Even if I can’t fill that vessel with holy power right now, the capacity will still grow. So, if we end up being together tonight, it wouldn’t be entirely meaningless.
—But at the same time, it’s not something we have to do tonight.
In three days, once my holy power has fully recharged, if we’re intimate then, the vessel will grow and be filled. We won’t have reached the fortress by then, so it would be perfect timing to give a blessing. It would be the smart move, killing two birds with one stone. If you count not having to do it multiple times, it’d be like killing three birds.
I’d always figured we’d have to do it before reaching the fortress. No amount of preparation is too much if we’re going to defeat the Demon King, who’s likely waiting for us fully prepared. Maximizing Viirant’s blessing is part of that preparation. I’m still not ready to offer up my rear, but I’ll never be ready. So, if I frame it as a duty of the saint, I can push myself to go through with it.
…That’s what I thought.
“Please, don’t do this as the Saint. Just as Zeph, let me hold you.”
Viirant pulled back slightly and gazed at me intently. His face was twisted in distress, and his eyes shimmered slightly—though he wasn’t quite crying, the worry was clear on his beautiful face.
—That look is totally unfair.
It was like he could see right through me, cornering me while looking pained and pleading. He was trapping me, but leaving the final decision in my hands.
…If I say no, he’ll probably accept it. Even if it hurts him, even if he’s crushed, he’ll swallow his feelings. And I don’t want to see that look on his face.
“…Just, don’t hurt me, okay?”
I was planning on doing it in three days anyway, so doing it today doesn’t really change anything. …Well, maybe it does. There’s no excuse for it being a saint’s duty or the need to give a blessing. I don’t even know why I’m agreeing to this without any clear reason.
I guess… I just don’t want to see Viirant in pain. If holding me will calm him down, then maybe it’s not so bad.
At my half-hearted consent, Viirant lifted me up. He carried me to his bed, like he was bringing prey back to his den, hurriedly undressing me except for my underwear, and pinned my hands down as he slowly brought his face close to mine.
—It’s not like I’m gonna run away or anything.
He pressed kisses to my forehead, cheeks, and temples. As I squinted at the silent kisses raining down on me, I gazed up at the man who held me down.
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Viirant’s touches were relentless. He seemed to be considerate of my stamina, avoiding certain areas, but his hands roamed every inch of my body. He licked the thin skin of my neck, gently kissed my collarbone, traced my ribs with his fingers, and savored the flat expanse of my stomach with his palms.
Even my nipples—useless little things that I never understood the point of—were toyed with relentlessly. He licked, sucked, and flicked the hard tips with his tongue, softly pinching them with his fingers, teasingly pulling and scratching at the tips.
At first, I was just annoyed, thinking, “What’s the point of touching that?” But soon enough, a strange sensation mixed in with the ticklishness, and before long, I was squirming, trying to escape.
—This is…new.
We’ve been naked together many times. We’ve touched each other, rubbed our manhoods together, and even stroked them side by side. During those moments, Viirant would touch me, savoring me like he was trying to memorize every inch of me with his hands, lips, or even his entire body.
But his touches had always been cautious, as if testing the waters—what I would allow and what I wouldn’t. He would stop immediately if I flinched, his touches always respectful and hesitant.
“Ugh—!”
His slick fingers traced my perineum and brushed against my rear, and I reflexively flinched. Viirant didn’t stop though. In fact, he lifted one of my legs, holding my knee in place to fully expose me.
—This… position is…
Heat flooded my cheeks at the embarrassing position, and I pressed my fist to my mouth, turning my gaze away. It was scary not to see what was happening, but I couldn’t bear to look. Closing my eyes only heightened my senses, making everything more intense.
The slick feeling between my legs…was that some kind of ointment? I realized his fingers, which had been caressing the surface, were now trying to slip inside, and I quickly grabbed Viirant’s wrist.
…I wasn’t trying to resist or anything. So, stop looking like a scolded puppy.
“…Wait a sec. I need to purify first.”
Grumbling, I placed my hand on my stomach and used my holy power to purify myself. I was so relieved that I had recovered enough to do it. I’m truly glad I’m a saint who can purify. After thoroughly cleansing my abdomen, I let go of Viirant’s hand. His silent gaze felt heavy, like it could burn a hole in my face.
“…Zeph,” he murmured.
“What?”
“Thank you. I’m…really happy.”
…Even I understood that he wasn’t just thanking me for cleaning myself.
Viirant wanted to hold me, and I reluctantly accepted. I wasn’t quite grumbling about it, but I certainly couldn’t say I was eager. The thought of an old guy happily offering his rear was just too gross. So, I took a neutral stance—not refusing, but not exactly enthusiastic either. Honestly, as an old guy with zero experience, I didn’t know how else to act.
But this time, despite my reluctance, I cooperated, even if it was for purification. That must have made Viirant happy. His cheeks flushed, and he smiled softly at me, his expression so tender it made me uncomfortable. Then he planted a small kiss on my lips.
“It’s not like…I hate it or anything. I just… get nervous too, you know.”
Even as I spoke, I knew it sounded like a weak excuse. Trying to brush it off, I ran my fingers through Viirant’s hair. In the dimly lit room, with only the faintest light from a lamp, his eyes seemed to shine.
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