Second Life, I’m Dying Soon Chapter 98

Chapter 98

 

Carefully, he unbuttoned the trousers. When he pulled the neatly tucked shirt up from the waistband, Alexis’s firm lower abdomen was revealed. 

The skin over his stomach, delicately woven with muscle, was as beautiful as a finely carved statue. Cecil slowly rubbed the bare skin with his palm. Pubic hair as bright gold as his head hair scratched against his hand with a rough, ticklish texture.

At that, Alexis tilted his head back and swallowed a strained breath. He clenched his teeth, then with effort lifted his face again.

Blue eyes glared at Cecil for the first time in a long while.

“Stop. I didn’t ask for this from you.”

“Should I stop?”

“…….”

“You don’t dislike me touching you, do you?”

In the meantime, Cecil kept his hands busy. The hand wandering over his stomach pulled the underwear lower and drew out the member that had been trapped inside, radiating heat.

It really was enormous. From the dark-red, flushed tip to the long shaft stretching down to the groin, there wasn’t a single thin part.

On top of that, it was handsome—just like its owner. Straight with no bend, it twitched toward Cecil as if greeting him.

Cecil stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. His already damp lips didn’t seem to need any more moisture. Hoping it wouldn’t tear, he took the tip into his mouth in one go.

“…Kh—Cecil, you!”

A low moan burst out above him. A strong hand grabbed Cecil by the hair, but it wasn’t enough to break his resolve.

Cecil gripped the base of the shaft and gently wrapped his tongue around the head in his mouth.

Salty, musky fluid flowed nonstop, but his tongue swept it away the moment it appeared. Every time his soft tongue touched the overly sensitive tip, the shaft twitched violently in response.

The thick veins standing out aggressively throbbed against Cecil’s fingers. Feeling just how aroused Alexis was, Cecil’s own breathing grew ragged and a restless heat stirred in his lower abdomen. He curled his toes and sucked on the thick head like candy. Alexis’s thigh jerked in response.

Alexis was in agony. He had never once had his member in someone’s mouth before, and he had never imagined it would happen today.

Worried Cecil might get hurt, yet overwhelmed by the pleasure Cecil was giving him, countless conflicts raged through his mind. Even the hair clenched in his fist trembled, as if pouring oil on the fire of his surging instincts.

In the meantime, Cecil slowly began licking the rigid shaft with his tongue. He swept the length of it with the broad surface of his tongue, then climbed to the tip and pressed the tip of his tongue into the urethral opening.

His tongue work was far too skilled. It was obvious from his movements that this wasn’t the first time he’d sucked a man’s. Alexis’s mind went white. Dirty jealousy instantly swallowed his lust.

Just as Cecil was pushing the shaft deep into his throat, hands suddenly slipped under his armpits and his upper body was lifted abruptly.

Before he could process it, he found himself straddling Alexis’s legs. He was still stunned when his nape was suddenly grabbed and yanked forward.

“I tried to be considerate, but you’re playing with me.”

“Your Highness, I—!”

“Open your mouth, Cecil.”

Before he could obey, their lips crashed together.

Alexis didn’t hide his twisted jealousy. He bit down hard on Cecil’s lips, and tangled his tongue fiercely with his, sucking as if trying to tear it out by the root. Whenever Cecil showed even the slightest sign of pulling away, the hand gripping his nape tightened, leaving him no room to escape.

Cecil welcomed the jealousy he showed. The aching pain only heightened his arousal. He, too, grabbed Alexis’s cheeks and tilted his head. Between their tightly sealed lips, their tongues tangled wetly, and hot breaths dampened each other’s philtrums.

Alexis moved his hand down and undid Cecil’s trousers. Cecil was just as aroused. His member, wet and flushed as his lips, was forcibly pulled out by Alexis’s hand.

The direct contact on such a sensitive area made Cecil hunch his shoulders and shiver. Even with his eyes closed, his head felt dizzy. The stimulation was overwhelming.

“Hah… Your Highness…”

“Hh—call me by my name, Cecil.”

Cecil clenched the fabric on Alexis’s shoulder.

“Alexis…”

The name slipped out like a sigh. Just calling his name was enough to make his hips twitch as if he’d reached his peak, a shiver running from his tailbone up his spine.

Cecil held onto his shoulders and pressed their lower bodies tightly together. When their members rubbed unintentionally between their stomachs, Alexis let out a low groan.

There was no more room for restraint. Having already laid everything bare, what was the point of pretending to be noble now? Alexis grabbed both of their members with his own hand and began stroking them together.

His right hand worked busily over them. At the same time, his lips moved quickly over Cecil’s lips, jawline, and flushed nape. Like a beast marking its mate, he smeared saliva everywhere and gently bit into the pale skin.

“Hah, Your Highness, ngh, ah, Alexis, hng, Your—Highness.”

Cecil panted hotly, clinging to Alexis. Names and titles mixed together indistinctly, his tongue slack, his words slurring. His mind had turned to mush; he didn’t even know what he was saying anymore.

When they reached their climax, Alexis grabbed the back of Cecil’s neck and fused their lips in a deep kiss. Cecil’s neck flushed red in an instant, thick veins rising along the taut line of his throat.

From the urethral opening blocked by Alexis’s hand, thick semen burst out in heavy spurts. So much came out that it quickly soaked his entire palm.

After the climax, a heavy wave of weakness inevitably followed. Alexis laughed in disbelief at the state of himself, drenched in sweat and semen. He had committed something that should have been done in secret, in broad daylight—while thoroughly enjoying it.

Meanwhile, Cecil was completely drained, slumped limply against his broad shoulders. Alexis slowly took off his jacket and wiped his soiled hand. Then he tossed the jacket aside and finished straightening their disheveled clothes.

Cecil let go and allowed Alexis to tend to him. He seemed too tired to do anything, eyes closed, his head resting against Alexis’s shoulder as he simply breathed.

His breathing was still slightly ragged. Smiling, Alexis stroked the back of Cecil’s head.

“What did we even do to end up like this?”

“I don’t know.”

“We didn’t do anything. Just a bit of handplay, that’s all.”

“…I’m exhausted.”

Cecil complained petulantly, unlike himself. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, and Alexis’s lips curved even more deeply.

He sank fully into the sofa, offering one arm and shoulder entirely so Cecil could lean more comfortably.

Warm afternoon sunlight streamed in, and cool air flowed through the open door. Since they needed to air out the musky smell anyway, taking a moment like this wasn’t a bad choice.

Alexis tilted his head slightly and kissed Cecil’s damp forehead lightly. Then he, too, rested his head against the soft sofa.

He wished this peace would last a long time. Alexis believed, without a doubt, that it would.

The grand wedding finally came to an end only after filling the entire day.

Though they should have been enjoying sweet newlywed life, Claude returned to the imperial palace immediately after spending the first night. The war had not yet ended.

The excitement of victory gradually faded. There was still a long road ahead to conclude the war. Countless opinions circulated—whether to seize this momentum and swallow Kazarjan whole, or to negotiate and end the war here.

Cecil spent most of his days holed up in the imperial library. While Alexis planned the future with his advisors, Cecil was carrying out his own plan.

Only seven days left until death.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t afraid. At times his heart would race, and his hands would visibly tremble. Sleepless nights continued. There was nothing he could do but accept it.

He had to leave behind as much as possible so that Alexis could govern without difficulty even after he was gone. Whenever his resolve wavered, Cecil steeled himself again.

Deep inside the library, there existed a secret chamber.

It contained various forbidden books and records requiring the highest level of security—essentially a massive vault.

Cecil unlocked the door. The key, possessed only by royalty, was the sole means of entering the chamber.

Inside was so dark that it was difficult to make out objects. Cecil lit a lantern and moved carefully. Just as he was heading deeper inside to find the materials he wanted—

“…This… must be handled thoroughly….”

A whisper-like voice reached his ears. Cecil stopped and turned toward the sound. A faint light was leaking from somewhere deeper inside. There was definitely someone else in here besides him.

From the conversation, there was at least one person, possibly more. Cecil moved silently.

Then he spotted someone hiding discreetly. Cecil lifted the lantern high. When he saw the person’s face, his long eyes sharpened dangerously.

“What are you doing here, Mother?”