Author: nicotine

Although he described it as ‘broken,’ Gillen had actually been feeling an insane amount of pleasure from the moment Yuan began to bury himself deep inside him. The information that knotting felt that good turned out to be true.

After all, if the head of the penis swelled up that much and adhered to the inner walls as if by suction, everyone would avoid knotting if it only brought pain and no pleasure. It was probably designed to stimulate sexual sensitivity for the sake of procreation.

For the twenty-odd minutes that the knotting continued, Gillen repeatedly passed out and came to. His body trembled so severely that Yuan had to hold him as if trapping him, and it felt like all the moisture in his body—sweat, tears, snot, saliva, semen, and a clear fluid that gushed out like a fountain—had been expelled. When he regained consciousness, his throat was hoarse from screaming moans, and when the pleasure reached its peak again, he would lose consciousness.

Yuan was also feeling immense pleasure, but he was so worried about how intensely Gillen was feeling it that he could only keep sobbing, “I’m sorry, Gillen…”

As soon as the knotting ended on its own and his penis returned to its normal shape, Yuan hastily pulled out.

“Hngeun… Euk!”

As the snake-like pillar of flesh slid out, Gillen’s body trembled once more as if in a convulsion. Yuan turned Gillen’s body over to lay him on his back in a proper position and cast a healing spell. In truth, since there were no injuries, the healing magic wouldn’t have worked, but Yuan was not in his right mind at the moment.

As Gillen slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a monstrous horse-cock.

“Ah, uwaaah!”

Gillen was so startled that he jerked his head back without thinking. Yuan thought Gillen was avoiding him. Tears streamed down his face.

“Gillen… I’m sorry. I thought I had to take care of your rut, so without your permission… I, heuk…”

“Y-Yuan…? Why are you crying?”

Even though he was completely drained, and even in a daze where he believed this was a dream, Gillen was worried about Yuan. He weakly lifted his arm and stroked Yuan’s thigh.

The reason he had come face-to-face with a horse-cock as soon as he opened his eyes was because Yuan was kneeling beside Gillen’s head. It was only after stroking his thigh that Gillen realized Yuan’s posture, and he was surprised.

“Why are you kneeling?”

“Because I did something terrible to Gillen…”

Then, suddenly, Yuan got off the bed and knelt again. Now his face was more visible, and it wasn’t as if he had just started crying. His eyes were swollen shut, and the skin around them was bright red. There were even some minor scratches, as if he had rubbed them harshly. Fresh tears flowed over the tracks of dried ones, and the tip of his nose and his lips were extremely red. Seeing that, the tips of Gillen’s ears also turned slightly red. How can a crying face be so erotic? Isn’t it usually supposed to be ugly?

“I was going to wait… for half a year. But I missed you so much I couldn’t stand it.”

Yuan said, crying. Gillen became truly convinced that this was a dream. Because there was no way ‘that’ Yuan Hampton would be naked, on his knees, crying and saying such things.

It’s a dream, but it feels good.

Gillen thought this as he failed to resist his drooping eyelids.

“If you’ve never loved me… if you don’t love me… can’t we start with you liking me? I’ll become someone Gillen likes. If my age is the problem, I’ll develop an accelerated aging potion, and…”

The sound of Yuan chattering on faded away hazily as if in a dream. Gillen, steeped in the afterglow of pleasure, fell into a comfortable and happy sleep.

It was hot and stuffy. Gillen opened his eyes, feeling uncomfortable from the constricting sensation and the humid heat. But even though he thought he’d opened his eyes, everything before him was just white.

‘…Am I still dreaming?’

Gillen twisted his body to escape the white mass that seemed to be confining him. As he did, the white thing in front of him moved a little farther away. Once it was a little farther, he could see two pink nipples there.

“…Nipples?”

“Is that the first thing you say upon waking up? That you want me to suck your nipples again? I’ve been sucking them for four days until they were swollen and raw.”

“Huh…?”

What was this? Four days? Sucking nipples? Gillen foolishly lifted his head. A completely naked Yuan was looking down at him worriedly, holding Gillen, who was likewise without a stitch of clothing.

“Yuan…?”

Was it still a dream? He had indeed had an erotic dream of having sex with Yuan constantly for the past few days. The fever from the rut had made it confusing whether he was hallucinating or dreaming, but could it be that the rut wasn’t over yet? However, the heat in his body had now subsided, and the lust that had been messing with his head was no longer raging. His groin was also limp.

“Are you… the real Yuan?”

“Would I be a fake one then?” Yuan asked, frowning. The mere thought of Gillen having had sex with a fake version of himself seemed to be unpleasant.

“No, no… wait a minute. So for four days, I spent my rut with you?”

“You don’t remember at all? Well, I suppose that can happen during a rut…”

“No, I thought it was a dream?”

“You can have such a long and lewd dream all that time?”

“No…”

“What do you keep saying no to? Did you think it was a dream when I teleported here, too? All the conversations we had? And when I knotted you?”

“Uh…?”

Several scenes flashed quickly through his memory, fragmented pieces fitting together like a puzzle. If all of that wasn’t a dream but reality…

“Yuan.”

Gillen blankly looked up at Yuan’s face, which was slightly above his.

“Then you… was it real when you cried and said you loved me?”

“…”

Suddenly, Yuan’s lips pressed together tightly. His face, the tips of his ears, his nape, and even his chest all flushed red. He sat up. Gillen tried to follow him and sit up too, but he had no strength in his body and couldn’t get up at all.

Yuan turned his back, bowed his head, and pressed a hand to his forehead.

“Yes. It’s real. I cried my eyes out that I loved you and wanted to be forgiven by you. I’m embarrassed that I cried, but I don’t regret it. And I have no intention of changing my words.”

Yuan swept back his slightly longer silver hair and looked back at Gillen. A shadow fell across his breathtakingly beautiful face.

“I don’t want to wait half a year to see you. I want to be with you every single day. I want to take you as my mate.”

Yuan repeated the confession he had pleaded into Gillen’s ear over and over for the past four days. He turned to sit completely facing Gillen.

“Gillen, please, just once… can’t you look at me? It’s okay if you don’t like me right now. I’ll develop an accelerated aging potion this month, no, within this week. If I drink that, I can become forty-five too. Then the age problem will disappear, won’t it?”

“W-wait a minute. What? An accelerated aging potion? Wh-what are you talking about?”

“I thought you disliked me because I’m too young…”

“No, so you’re going to develop and drink a potion that ages you twenty years? Are you crazy?”

“Geniuses are often mistaken for madmen… That is my destiny.”

“No, gosh…”

This guy is just the same, even in a situation like this. Gillen squeezed out all his strength and pushed his upper body up. Yuan quickly supported Gillen, helping him sit up.

“You might as well say you’ll make a potion to make me younger! Why on earth is your thinking so skewed? And is age the only problem? I… you…!”

He was about to say that he didn’t like him in that way. But the words wouldn’t come out, as if his throat were choked up. Because Gillen already knew. He had been attracted to Yuan for a very long time, and he had been denying that feeling by placing various restrictions on himself.

Just then, a diamond-like tear dropped from Yuan’s eye.

“Y-Yuan!”

Unlike when he had thought the pleading, crying Yuan was a dream, now that he was faced with the reality of it, Gillen’s heart sank. Yuan, shedding tears, was so beautiful he looked divine, but it hurt Gillen’s heart just as much.

“Don’t cry, okay? Why are you crying like this? You cried so much these past few days. You’re going to get dehydrated.”

“I already know that Gillen doesn’t love me, that you’re not thinking about me seriously. But you do like me. You said you liked me. Didn’t you?”

“No, I…”

But I love you. The answer came to Gillen’s mind on its own. But he couldn’t bring himself to let those words out either.

“No matter how I think about it, me being in a serious relationship with you… is something that shouldn’t happen. Yuan, I told you. You are excessively young and beautiful. You are beyond capable; you’re an unparalleled genius. There are so many people who want to marry you—”

“Even though the only person I want to marry is you, Gillen?”

Yuan cut Gillen off. His tears continued to flow.

“In my eyes, you’re so much more mature, kind, and wonderful that you’re beyond compare to me. It makes me angry when other omegas covet you, but I also understand, and I worry that the emperor might take you.”

“What? His Majesty the Emperor is going to take me? Are you drunk?”

“You don’t know how perfect you are. How… amazing of a person you are.”

At Yuan’s last words, Gillen’s breath caught in his throat.

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