By the pavilion, the ever-arrogant Catastro appeared. Though Lunarsion felt the urge to shout or ignore him outright, he instead spoke in a cold, clipped tone:
“Lord Girikhora. I have nothing to discuss with you. Please take your leave.”
Undeterred, Catastro stepped closer in an overly theatrical manner hardly paying any attention to Lunarsion’s reactions:
“Ah! You are nobler than a full moon in the winter sky, more lovely than a white rose perfumed with heavenly fragrance! Such a noble soul should never be burdened with sighs!”
Catastro continued his self-indulgent soliloquy, immediately revealing how he had always been like: never bothering to look beyond Lunarsion’s exterior; instead, he unabashedly pursued him with empty, insincere words. Their very first encounter had been regrettably unpleasant for Lunarsion.
“I was captivated by your smile over ten years ago, I have been waiting for the day we could meet again,” Catastro declared, even casually proposing marriage. This unwelcome declaration made Lunarsion recall their unpleasant encounter at the First Princess’s wedding when he had overstepped his bounds.
Even now, his gaze remained sticky and disconcerting—so much so that Lunarsion felt his little remaining happiness begin to vanish.
Catastro then tried to enter the pavilion, but guards and maids—acting on Lunarsion’s orders—stepped forward to block him.
“Please step back. Lord Lunarsion has instructed that no one is to approach.”
In response, Catastro muttered a low, insulting remark, “Born of lowly stock…”, that Lunarsion could hear, causing his already low opinion of the man to plummet further. Oblivious to everything else, Catastro proceeded with his delusional rant:
“Lord Lunarsion, I know why you sigh, allow me to dispel your sorrow. Not only are demons and magical beasts insignificant, but even that lowly half-demon hero is nothing to be feared.”
The air in the pavilion seemed to freeze; the guards held their breath at the palpable cold fury rising from Lunarsion.
“Come to my kingdom. Become my husband and live each day in elegance. I will not let you waste your time pretending to indulge in trivial scholarly pursuits—I shall protect you forever…”
Lunarsion’s voice cut through the air like an icy blade:
“My husband is singular—in my life, there is only one whom I love, and it will never be you.”
Like ice itself, his words forced Catastro’s smile to twist uncomfortably.
“I am not so forgiving as to tolerate insults against my husband, my subjects, or my duties. I will report this matter to His Majesty and file a formal complaint with the Kingdom of Girik. In due course, the King and your nation’s ruler will decide the matter. But regardless of the decision, I will never meet you again.”
Catastro’s face contorted in an ugly mix of confusion and anger.
“Why me? What’s wrong with speaking plainly about vermins? Calling them what they are?”
Lunarsion exchanged glances with the knight and stood up. The knight, understanding the intent, promptly escorted Catastro out of the pavilion.
“Hey! Let go of me, low-life!” he snarled, as Lunarsion hurried from the pavilion with determined steps. He knew he had to report this incident to King Baldred and Prince Skyred immediately and dispatch a formal complaint to the Kingdom of Girik.
“Your Highness Lunarsion! You seem to be mistaken! I am a descendant of Saint Clementina and the younger brother of the King of Girik! Is it not obvious that I am the one worthy of you! Moreover, I have been thinking of you since that day ten years ago!”
As Catastro shouted after him in a desperate, self-aggrandizing manner, Lunarsion ignored his words and left.
Shortly thereafter, Lunarsion reported everything to King Baldred and Skyred. In his fury, King Baldred decided to attack Catastro, standing up in a fit of rage to go to him—but First Prince Skyred intervened, tripping him so that he crashed into a wall.
“Your Majesty, I understand your anger, but you must not act alone. You have been cautioned repeatedly,” said Skyred.
First Prince Skyred of Roselant—aged twenty-six, with platinum hair, green eyes, and a gentle countenance—furrowed his brows and softly touched Lunarsion’s hand. The warm gesture soothed Lunarsion, who deeply trusted and adored his eldest brother.
“Lunarsion, I know you have endured much. Leave the rest to me.”
Lunarsion nodded and returned to the Moonflower Palace. The butlers welcomed him warmly. Though their welcome was soothing, he couldn’t help but be painfully reminded of Dagan’s absence. Skipping dinner, he locked himself in their shared bedroom—his heart, and even his body, aching unbearably with longing.
Every day, he felt a deep yearning for Dagan. There were some days when the feeling was manageable and he ignored it. However, the intensity of tonight’s urge was beyond words.
“Dagan… please come home soon…”
Lunarsion undressed and lay on the bed wearing only Gloriosa’s necklace. He touched his own body impulsively. His skin, starved of affection, glistened with sweat and trembled at the slightest touch of his fingers. In the dim light of the magic lamp, his white body was simply alluring.
“Ah… Dagan…!”
With one hand, he pinched his nipple, and with the other, he held his penis. A tingling pleasure ran through his nipple, but his penis didn’t get erect. No matter how much he rubbed and held it, it remained soft. Since the last time Dagan had held him, it had become more and more difficult for him to get hard. It must be because he’d cum so much that night.
Instead, his narrow insides ached severely.
“At the end… this is the only way…”
Coating his fingers with plenty of fragrant oil, he kneaded the opening between his buttocks just like Dagan had done. The tightness twitched greedily, and the flesh wall writhed with anticipation.
“Nngh… it feels good…”
With one hand, he played with his nipple, rubbing his penis against the sheets while inserting his fingers into his tight hole. Two fingers, thinner than Dagan’s, slipped in effortlessly. Lunarsion imagined his beloved husband’s fingers and pumped them.
“Ahhn! I love it! I really love it…!”
Pressing down on the place where maddening pleasure erupted, his mind went blank in an instant. His consciousness was swept away by a wave of pleasure without ejaculation from the front. Lunarsion, for a moment, was immersed in the afterglow, breathing heavily.
Until suddenly, a voice addressed him:
“How lewd…
Author: Yohan O
A bit of this, a bit of that, a bit of everything except straight
