The One and Only Sami Chapter 21

Soon, all the lamps flickered out. Inside the pitch-black room, only the white moonlight streaming in from outside traced their silhouettes.

The ring glowed blue, even as the light that should have illuminated its body died away. No, it seemed to glisten with an even more ecstatic hue than before.

“Hmm?”

“Everything that’s… about to happen now…?”

“Yes, everything that’s about to happen now. All of it.”

“All of it…”

He broke his words intentionally, repeating them with purpose. The ring’s commands worked best when they were short and simple.

Razard watched Sami repeat his words and wore a thin smile. It was never any fun to push too hard from the start. Since this was the first time he was taking him, it was better for that shyness and greenness to remain.

“Leave it to me. To Razard.”

“To Razard…”

He wanted him, so he had to have him. Razard was the kind of man who took whatever he desired.

“That’s right. Give yourself to me.”

So, today should be no different.

He intended to melt down and swallow Sami’s innocent parts like a piece of candy rolled around in the mouth.

Blindfolded, Sami took a short breath and…

“…No.”

Until he parted his lips.

Razard had been thinking such complacent thoughts.

“…What?”

“Razard, you’re… too selfish.”

Even though he couldn’t even steady his limbs because the tension had drained out of them, those plump lips moved, mumbling. Though he often fidgeted while picking his words, this wasn’t a motion of enduring or pushing something back.

Sami was speaking his own mind.

“I don’t know what will happen if I leave it to you…”

An answer forged solely from his own thoughts, without anyone’s intent or guidance.

“…”

Razard’s expression hardened again. A cold, solemn look settled over his face, just like when Sami had stubbornly refused to say “thank you” before they had pressed their bodies together like this.

A sharp silence hung on his mouth, where all traces of laughter had vanished.

“…That’s twice now.”

It was already the second time.

Razard had certainly “set the hook.” He had felt the sensation of it taking hold, yet Sami, with his timid and cowardly personality, had somehow managed to push it away.

It was quite irritating that things weren’t going his way. Especially since the boy was covered in his scent and fluid, yet still dared to give such an answer.

The unexpected response sparked irritation, but at the same time…

“How does a little thing like you hold out so well? Is it because you’re possessed?”

It also piqued a considerable amount of interest. And with a rather aggressive mindset at that.

Razard looked down at Sami’s face with an ambiguous gaze, his thoughts unreadable.

It was a blatant observation. A meticulous stare that seemed ready to rummage through the soul within, beyond just the outward appearance. Razard’s eyes slid slowly to the side. With a couple of blinks, his usual sly atmosphere covered him like a mask.

He spread his fingers slightly. Between his index and middle fingers, he could see Sami’s rounded eyes. The rims of his eyes, still reddish from a lingering pleasure, were utterly ordinary.

He was ordinary. Just a common youth who might walk through the marketplace with bare feet.

So ordinary, so insignificant…

“Raza… rd…?”

“It’s nothing.”

Razard wore a smile much softer than before. Even as he lowered his head to get closer to Sami, his expression was kind enough to make one wonder if that previous coldness had been a mirage.

“But don’t reject this, at least.”

He pressed his lips to the forehead he had just been covering with his hand. The fluid smeared on the face gave off a musky scent, but truth be told, that only made it more arousing. When Razard pulled his lips away, Sami’s limbs sank heavily, like a kettle dropped into a river.

“I guess this works. Thank goodness.”

Leaving Sami to sleep, Razard scanned the boy’s entire body sprawled beneath him.

The slender arms and legs were not yet fully developed. His waist, which looked flat at a glance, and his level chest—neither felt soft or frail when touched. He was like a servant who moved diligently from dawn. His black, curly hair was a common color found in eight out of ten people.

But Razard knew. If he grew it out for a long time and treated it with rose oil, this black curly hair would harmonize with those round amber eyes to create a strange aura. The fact that he had lived as a boy for so long and was used to the touch of others would surely become a charm later on.

Sami would probably grow more.

Right now, he was as unremarkable as a young partridge that hadn’t even lost its down, but as he grew, he would become a quite impressive young man.

By then.

“It will be worth extracting the scent from you.”

Though it’s too soon for now.

Razard muttered to himself and tapped the tip of Sami’s nose.

There were people born with a scent in this world, though they were few. Razard himself was an existence with such a body scent.

He didn’t know if the day he could receive Sami’s scent was far off or near.

The time a scent bloomed was different for everyone. Unless one was completely influenced by the person they entrusted their body to, Sami, despite his great talent, was just a hard seed. A seed that hadn’t even sprouted.

Still, wouldn’t he eventually bloom a scent satisfying enough to be harvested?

“If you had lived without knowing, you would have ended as a seed, but since I’ve discovered you, you’ll have to suffer a bit. Just bear with that much, Sami.”

Razard lightly kissed the damp forehead.

“I should make various preparations before that…”

The face, fallen into a deep sleep without even a twitch of the brow, was still a mess. The substances on his face were beginning to stiffen over time, and the fluid spilled between his legs was still clumping together.

It wasn’t a pleasant thing to consume his own, but it was necessary, so it couldn’t be helped. Razard swept his finger across Sami’s thigh, transferring the fluids onto his fingertips. He took the pale liquid into his own mouth and then turned Sami’s slumped chin toward him.

Overlapping their lips was the natural next step.

The tongue dallying inside the mouth moved more leisurely than before. Razard slowly swept the inside of Sami’s cheeks and the roof of his mouth as if evenly spreading the musky juice on his tongue. The lingering, soft kiss continued until it almost looked like a romantic scene between lovers.

Then, a soft clink.

With the sound of a clear collision, Razard pulled his lips away. Between their lips and tongues, a reddish gem was revealed.

Receiving the small gem he had just pulled from Sami’s mouth onto his tongue and spitting it into his palm, Razard flashed a snake-like smile.

“Stubborn little gem, for one that loves having a cock sucked…”

Though the gem held between his thumb and index finger was smaller than a pinky nail, its color was brilliant. It was a provocative and warm red, reminiscent of a bright red tongue, and quite enchanting.

“You wouldn’t even come out of that kid’s mouth, just being stubborn. Hmm? I’ve fed you enough fluid, haven’t I?”

As if it could hear him, Razard kissed the gem as if coaxing a baby.

To be able to obtain the ‘Marut’ like this without having to lure or kill a sorcerer.

“It’s all thanks to you…”

Razard embraced the collapsed Sami with a satiated look. The closed eyelids trembled, but Razard paid no mind, gently stroking the corners of those eyes.

“Sami.”

Just when things weren’t going well and he felt at a loss, something more precious than a magic lamp or a spell-bound ring had fallen into his hands.

A human who could sense the scent of Marut and endure the Jinni of Marut within his own body.

It was an ecstatic word, no matter how many times he repeated it.

Even Razard, who was known to possess all the treasures of the world, had only seen such an existence in literature; this was the first time he had seen one in person.

“Where did such a pretty thing roll in from?”

For a mere ordinary and insignificant servant to hold such lovely power, he simply couldn’t help himself.

“I won’t be too hasty. I have more than just a ring to control humans.”

Since he had been possessed by a Marut once, there was a high possibility a ‘next time’ would come. Since his body had been opened, it might become stained with debauchery like the Jinni contained within the Marut.

Since he had never seen such a rare being, it was all speculation. Regardless, he couldn’t let it fall into anyone else’s hands.

“I’ll have to have your next time, too.”

His lips touched Sami’s forehead again. This kiss was not mockery, service, or stimulation.

It was simply a promise.

“I will protect you from all sorts of sorcerers.”

A very secret promise that the sleeping Sami could not hear.

“And I will keep you in my arms.”

In the quiet room where the only witness to the contract was the large moon reflecting through the window, a secret contract began to bind Sami’s body.

“At this very moment.”