Despite being quite expensive, shouldn’t he get his worth? He didn’t respond to the mocking retort. Delroz shrugged and curled his lips into a long smile. He rotated his wrist, feeling a dull ache, and loosened his tight sleeve.
“Come to think of it, you might feel wronged.”
“…What do you mean?”
“Paying a high price for a night you don’t remember. Doesn’t that seem like a bad deal?”
Delroz forcefully undid the neatly fastened button at his neck and threw off his top. The expensive carpet was littered with the tattered shirt. Despite his relaxed tone, every muscle in his body was taut like a beast.
“You know what I want. There’s only one thing.”
Delroz traced Banteon’s collarbone with his finger, exposed through the open collar. As Banteon’s face stiffened, Delroz’s smile deepened.
“If what happened before was just an accident, then as you say, this is just a simple transaction.”
Banteon’s back was pressed against the mattress in an instant. Delroz, pinning Banteon’s shoulder with one hand, wedged his thick thigh deeply between Banteon’s legs, which were trying to escape. The thick muscle blatantly pressed against Banteon’s lower body.
“I’m happy to receive the reward I want. And you get to take away the memory of paying the price. It’s a win-win for both of us.”
Banteon’s wrist was caught as he reached out. The fingers, though gentle, firmly pulled Banteon’s arm and kissed his wrist. The hot tongue licked from Banteon’s wrist to his palm and between his fingers.
“Let’s enjoy this transaction.”
Delroz grinned ferociously, baring his sharp teeth.
***
“Ah……”
His body shook mercilessly. He gritted his teeth at the massive presence traversing his body. The thick cock crushed his prostate as Delroz firmly gripped his waist and thrust down. The relentless stirring of his inner walls made his barely enduring waist tremble and collapse. The inside of his tightly closed eyelids flashed white.
“……!”
Instead of his tightly closed mouth, a squelching sound escaped from below, and the overflow from their joined parts spilled onto the floor. His lower body, which had reached climax several times, was already soaked with liquid-like fluids.
“Grab my neck.”
At Delroz’s growling command, he stubbornly shook his head. Beyond his closed eyes, he could almost see the fiercely furrowed brows. Delroz’s thrusts became more violent at Banteon’s refusal. Without any numbing agent, his body tensed as it accepted the brutal intrusion. The sensation of his insides being crushed and the deep place being forcibly pried open made his already damp eyes squeeze shut. Mixed with his ragged breaths, uncontrollable moans escaped. He desperately tried to keep up with the violent movements, but his trembling thighs eventually gave out.
A simple transaction, he had said. The desired reward. Then, he would comply with his demands this once. Nothing would change from this act anyway. Just endure this time. With that thought, he endured the stimulation tormenting his sensitive body, keeping his tightly closed mouth and eyes shut.
The more stubborn Banteon became, the more violent Delroz’s actions grew. He forcefully pushed in his massive cock, holding him tightly to prevent escape, and pressed down. Deeper than before, twisting into places he had never reached, his head was thrown back, and his chin was pushed back.
Tears streaming from his eyes soaked the pillowcase. They overflowed uncontrollably from the stimulation stronger than pain. Wet flesh collided, and the merciless stirring of his sensitive inner walls continued. He thought he had lost sensation down there, but his waist gave out when his prostate was pressed. His tightly closed lips trembled, and he swallowed his breath. Unable to make a sound, his lips twisted, but the relentless pounding of his sensitive inner walls finally broke him.
“Huh…! Uh! …! …Ah!”
Even as he writhed in the approaching climax, his partner remained still. Instead, he frantically pushed the sheet with his toes. His mind was as crumpled as the badly wrinkled sheet, overwhelmed by the stimulation. Already, semen flowed like water, and his lower abdomen, tense with strength, convulsed uncontrollably.
“Phew……”
Delroz let out a suppressed groan and slid his hand under Banteon’s back, soaked with sweat and saliva. His merciless hand gently stroked his spine. As if to calm his trembling body, his palm, which had been caressing, gripped firmly, and as he slowly lifted his body, Banteon realized Delroz’s intention and flinched.
“No… don’t, don’t!”
His body, which had just climaxed, was extremely sensitive. Not now. Before he could push Delroz’s chest with his outstretched arm, his vision flipped, and his collapsed waist was forcibly lifted. His body, lifted towards the sky, was thrust down as if to sit on Delroz’s knees.
“……!”
Ah… an incomprehensible sound burst from his wide-open mouth. His neck, bent back towards the sky, trembled violently. Stimulation, pleasure, climax. A whirlpool of sensations flooded his entire body, making his toes tingle, and he clung to the opponent in front of him.
Unable to scream in the overwhelming climax, his vision turned black and then white. The squelching sensation exploding inside his body burned away his last remaining nerves. His inner walls, which had been melted, convulsed again, biting the cock inside. Delroz, frowning, lifted Banteon’s body with a sharp inhale and thrust down to the deepest place once more. The continuous stimulation made tears fall from his tightly closed eyes. Huh… he bit his lips to suppress the moans mixed with his breaths, and his vision finally turned black.
“…Until the end… you’re like that……”
Delroz’s low muttering voice was heard. Though Banteon was the one being roughly handled, Delroz looked as if he was the one hurt. The last image in Banteon’s memory was Delroz’s painfully distorted gaze and his pale face.
***
Boxes of every hue and color were neatly arranged by type. The towering stack of gifts, piled nearly to the ceiling, was steadily being carried away by the workers, one by one. A man bustled around in front of them, his steps filled with excitement.
“Be careful! If you drop even one of those, it’s worth a year’s salary—no, even ten years’ savings wouldn’t cover it!”
Every single person doing manual labor had been thoroughly vetted. Naturally, their clothes lacked pockets, and even the soles of their shoes were meticulously uniform. These workers, the pride of perfect security, moved the mountain of items with sweat pouring down their faces. There were so many goods that even a mansion couldn’t hold them all, leaving them shaking their heads in disbelief.
“Ah, this is silk from the Eastern Continent. And this… spices… Oh! A piece from the Phantasm Glass Workshop! The head maid was recently deliberating on a centerpiece for the hall—could we use this there?”
“Do as you please.”
“Excellent, excellent. The Kataon family, is it? Haven’t heard that name in a while—I’ll make a note of it.”
The Finance Officer, having rushed from the mansion to the Center, beamed as he scanned the inventory list. There were so many gifts, it warranted the creation of an entirely new asset register. His fingers moved swiftly, while a pleased smile remained glued to his lips.
“It’s not like we’re short on money. What are you so thrilled about?”
“You misunderstand. The more money, the better. Of course, the Esrante family is the wealthiest in the kingdom, but if mismanaged, even a fortune can vanish in the blink of an eye.”
History had known many noble houses that once shone brightly only to fade into obscurity. Knowing that, Banteon didn’t argue. Still, anyone hearing the Finance Officer might think the Esrante family had missed a few paychecks.
“I may not handle Lord Banteon’s personal assets, but… you’re managing them well, I trust?”
“Why bother asking when you already know? You saw the month-end report just the other day.”
“Haha, that’s true. With the amount of your recent donations making headlines, I was a little concerned, but clearly, there’s nothing to worry about. As expected, your financial acumen must come from your predecessor…”
“Enough with the flattery. When do you expect this to be done?”
“We’ll work through the night if we have to. If we leave things messy overnight, it just becomes a security risk.”
If this were a vault inside the family estate, it might have been fine. But this was the Center—a place where many people lived. No matter how tight security was, it would never be as safe as storing everything within the mansion. It was best to keep moving non-stop. At this pace, they’d need to stay busy until dawn.
Sitting with a disinterested expression, Banteon watched the laborers move. Their bustling, energetic motions didn’t amuse him in the slightest. His mind was too tangled with other matters.
It had already been half a month since that incident with Delroz. In the meantime, his vital signs, which had plummeted due to post-guiding aftereffects, had returned to normal. And Delroz, who had once come and gone so frequently, hadn’t shown his shadow since.
The look of blame in his eyes, the trembling fingers as they grazed Banteon’s skin. That last image of Delroz, clinging like wet paper, came back to him unbidden. Banteon shook his head to rid himself of the thought.
‘This is how it should’ve been.’
It should’ve ended long ago. He shouldn’t have kept Delroz close, making excuses about his body, acting like he couldn’t resist those eyes filled with kindness. No matter how he looked at it, this was the right choice. If Banteon couldn’t accept Delroz, then it was better that he walk away without offering even the slightest bit of consideration.
Tearot had once said the same. Even after finishing his training at the Center, he insisted on staying by Banteon’s side to protect him. Banteon should have cut him off then, too. Had he done that, perhaps they could’ve maintained at least the shell of a relationship. They wouldn’t be in this situation now—avoiding each other, one of them eventually forced to leave the capital.
