To You, Who Will Die Alone in Paradise Chapter 13

“Haah….”

As his hand touched the secret place, a chilling pleasure was felt again. Dandeleon stroked the pleasant spot with his finger, then rubbed it, and after rubbing, pressed it firmly.

Each time his finger touched, pleasure trickled out, soaking his lower body and spreading throughout him. Before he knew it, Dandeleon was panting out loud, but he wasn’t even aware of it.

His mind was filled with nothing but the image of Kellewen. His reddened face, his pleading voice, and the massive object that had filled his mouth kept coming to mind.

‘That thing, in here….’

Dandeleon, who had been stimulating his lower parts for a while, cast his gaze to the table next to the bed. Among the various objects on the table, the one he picked up was a bottle of scented oil.

When he opened the bottle, a strong floral scent flowed out. The scented oil, which he used to apply all over his body after bathing, trickled down his fingers. The strange, different-from-usual feeling made Dandeleon’s body tremble.

Once again shifting his position, Dandeleon brought his fingers, now completely sticky with scented oil, down to his lower parts. After spreading the oil around the entrance, he steeled himself and pushed his fingers inward with force.

“Ah….”

His fingers went in more smoothly than he had expected. That alone didn’t provide much stimulation, but just the thought of himself probing his own rear made his heart pound like crazy.

Dandeleon bit his lip hard and tried moving his fingers inside.

“Ah, eut, haah, ah….”

The initially slow movements grew faster and deeper. Dandeleon pushed his fingers further and further inside.

It didn’t take long for the initial single finger to become two, then three. With each added finger, the stimulation inside grew stronger, and the itchy, yearning feeling intensified.

“Heueuk, eut, aht….”

The moans coming from the back of his throat grew louder and louder. Dandeleon realized this and shut his mouth, but when he didn’t make a sound, another sound became clearly audible.

Splish, splosh. At the sticky sound that came with every movement of his fingers, Dandeleon’s mind went white with shame and excitement.

“Haah, it feels good, euheuk… it feels good….”

Dandeleon, almost sobbing, rummaged around his rear with his fingers. Each time his fingers stimulated the inner walls, pleasure erupted with a sharp, piercing sound, heek, heek.

But it wasn’t satisfying. The deep inside was itching, but it was hard to reach with just his fingers. The thickness and length were far from enough. No matter how he twisted his body, there was only a tantalizingly dull pleasure.

“Ah… ah ah… eu, ah….”

Not enough, not nearly enough, I need something bigger, something bigger and stronger….

The thing he had held in his mouth earlier came to Dandeleon’s mind. If that big, thick, ferociously massive thing were to enter this place, if it were to roughly thrust into him with its weight, just as he had seen in the future….

“Aack, haaht! Aht…!”

The moment he imagined that, the pleasure that had been quietly pooling accelerated and spread throughout his body. Dandeleon’s hips tensed, and his vision went white. His other hand instinctively gripped his own member, and at the same time, pleasure exploded from both his front and back.

“Haeuaaaang!”

An obscene sound he couldn’t believe was his own erupted, but Dandeleon barely registered it. He didn’t know that semen had shot out from his front, nor that it had fallen on his body and the blankets.

He was completely seized by the pleasure that consumed his entire body, just trembling. He couldn’t think at all. The overwhelming pleasure, the first he had ever tasted in his life, had completely taken over him.

“Heueu, eu eu, eu….”

How much time had passed?

Dandeleon found himself panting for breath as if he were dead. He couldn’t tell if he had briefly fallen asleep or if only a few seconds had passed. There was no strength in his body at all. His lower parts were sticky with scented oil and semen, and his throat was so dry it felt like it would crack.

“Haha….”

Dandeleon let out a weak laugh and sat up. Stumbling into the bathroom, he found the water had filled to just the right level. Dandeleon squeezed out his last bit of strength and got into the tub.

Soaking in the warm water, his chilled body began to warm up again. After lounging in the tub for a long time, Dandeleon finally lifted his head like a reanimated corpse. By then, his dazed mind had regained enough strength to think again.

‘What if….’

However, there was only one thought that consumed his mind.

‘What if we had gone all the way… what would it have been like?’

*

The next morning, as soon as he woke up, Dandeleon went to the place where Kellewen was staying. It wasn’t something he had particularly planned; it was an extremely impulsive act.

“Mr. High Elf left at dawn.”

But Kellewen was already gone. Dandeleon clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘Tch, he ran away.’

“Where did he go?”

Dandeleon asked with a defiant attitude. He wasn’t yet sure if he could take the words that Kellewen was gone at face value. It was partly because it was too early to be going out, but more fundamentally, it was because of the servant standing before him.

The servant with an unfamiliar face was glaring at Dandeleon as if he were his parents’ murderer. If he spoke with such an expression, wouldn’t one have to doubt him at least once, even if he said the sun rose in the east today?

“I do not know.”

“Really? Did he not say where he was going?”

“I do not know.”

“Tsk. Incompetent.”

The servant did not react even to the provocative criticism. Dandeleon frowned but gave up on questioning him further. Even if it was a lie, what could he do? He couldn’t storm into the palace by himself, so he had no choice but to back down.

‘By the way, it’s a face I’ve never seen before… they wouldn’t have assigned someone with no experience to a high elf, this is strange.’

Just as Dandeleon was thinking that and turning around.

“What did he say?”

“Looking for Mr. High Elf, not knowing his place….”

The sound of a conversation flew into Dandeleon’s ear. The servant from before was talking to someone else.

He seemed to have no intention of lowering his voice. No, I should think he meant for me to hear it.

The corners of Dandeleon’s mouth twisted into a sneer.

‘I’ve memorized your face, just you wait.’

If his goal was to hurt him, his method was way off. It had been nearly 10 years since he had entered the royal palace bearing the stigma of being a beggar’s son, and now, something like that didn’t even make Dandeleon bat an eye. On the contrary, he had even acquired a few sinister skills to retaliate against those who mistreated him.

‘They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Look forward to it, you nameless bastard.’

Dandeleon firmly etched the unfamiliar servant’s face into his mind and came outside.

“Hmm, so is it time for hide-and-seek now?”

Dandeleon muttered, looking up at the bright morning sky. A mischievous, childlike smile was on his face.

“Just you wait until I catch you.”

Until then, Dandeleon hadn’t thought finding Kellewen would be that difficult. The Benoit Royal Palace was large, and he probably only knew a few of the places he had been shown. Among them, it was obvious where someone who wanted to hide or was troubled would go. Dandeleon had thought it would be that easy.

But that was too naive a thought.

“…Where on earth is he?”

More than three hours after setting out to find Kellewen, Dandeleon admitted it. His initial thought had been completely wrong.

Kellewen was nowhere to be found. At the very least, it was clear he hadn’t set foot in any of the places he had been guided to. In the time it took to confirm just that one fact, his already weak stamina had nearly bottomed out.

In the end, Dandeleon ended up lying on a bench in some garden, catching his breath.

“No, heok… where the hell… heok… did you go….”

It seems the premise was wrong from the start. Dandeleon thought, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Kellewen doesn’t know the palace layout well. So, checking the places Dandeleon had guided him to first was not a bad idea, initially.

But the problem was the reason Kellewen had gone out at dawn. When he first heard it, he was half in doubt, but now he knew for sure. He had clearly run away to avoid Dandeleon. That was why he had desperately avoided the places he had been guided to yesterday and headed elsewhere. Because if he went to a place he knew, Dandeleon would come looking for him….

“…But how did he know I would come looking?”

I didn’t even know I would, so how did you? Dandeleon frowned. He promised himself that he would ask that first thing if he found Kellewen, and forced his heavy body up.

At first, it was a game of hide-and-seek started in a lighthearted mood, but now that things had turned out this way, his pride was on the line. No matter what, I will find him. Dandeleon clenched his fists and burned with determination.

But if I keep searching like I have been, I’ll just wear myself out. If so, where should I start…. Just as Dandeleon was drawing a map of the entire palace in his head.

Dong— Dong—

The bell of the chapel rang from afar.

It was a sound that rang every hour on the hour, so he could have just ignored it, but for some reason, the sound bothered Dandeleon.

He had explained it to Kellewen before, but there were two chapels in the Benoit Royal Palace. Both had proper names, but for convenience, they were more often called the ‘Old Chapel’ and the ‘New Chapel’.

The one ringing the bell now was the New Chapel, where most of the official services were held, and there were two regular services a day.

There was no way Kellewen would be interested in the chapel. Even knowing that, it was strange how his gaze kept being drawn toward the chapel. Dandeleon looked toward the chapel and tried to figure out where this strange premonition was coming from.

‘What, does he think he’s sinned and is offering a prayer or something?’

Dandeleon let out a hollow laugh at his own thought. Most elves were atheists. Relying on religion when one’s mind was troubled was an idea that humans, whose race mostly believed in a god, would have.

But at the end of his solitary laugh, a thought caught in his throat.

‘But that personality of his… he does seem quite religious.’

His asceticism, which he believed he had chosen of his own free will, his attitude of gladly accepting even sacrifice, and his extremely conservative values. If you took away the label of high elf, Kellewen had all the qualities to be a model for a priest.

Besides, the fact that elves were atheists was a matter of tendency, not that all elves were… Dandeleon was lost in thought before shaking his head.

‘No, even if he secretly believes in a god, would he believe in Lehwa?’

Thinking rationally, it was nonsense. And yet, Dandeleon found himself already walking toward the chapel. As if someone were calling him from there.

“Well, I’ll just go and see, and if he’s not there, he’s not there….”

Dandeleon muttered. He had nowhere else to go anyway. If it were service time, he wouldn’t have gone near the chapel, let alone inside, but the morning service was already over, and there was still a long time until the evening service. It would be no problem to go and take a quick look inside. That was how Dandeleon judged it.

“What are you doing here?”

However, that judgment produced the worst possible result in just a few minutes. As soon as he arrived in front of the chapel, he ran into the fourth prince, Pierre.

“…I came to pray, hyung-nim.”

“Pray? You, who has never even attended a service in your life?”

Pierre openly sneered at him. Dandeleon silently bowed his head. It was obvious he wouldn’t even get his money’s worth if he said he was looking for the high elf here.

“This is not a place for you. Go back.”

He had wanted to go back from the moment he spotted Pierre, but hearing those words, a strange sense of defiance rose in him. Without realizing it, Dandeleon said.

“I heard that God loves all his creations equally.”