DKFTI 92

‘You think I would…?’

Who would he show such a shameful sight to? Sibel quickly crossed his legs. But to block his movement, Aizen’s leg caught hold of his shifting limb.

“…….”

Even as he strained every muscle to pull his leg back, Aizen didn’t budge an inch. Have you spent the last three years only working out your lower body? You’re putting me in a really awkward spot.

Sibel glared at Aizen. His body leaned forward as he looked down at him, his hair spilling over his forehead and partially obscuring his eyes. It did somewhat soften the piercing intensity of his gaze…

“You’re standing uncomfortably close.”

He put strength in his voice, afraid it might tremble.

“I didn’t hear your answer.”

Why, why must you be so pointlessly persistent?!

“This is my first time…”

As Sibel finally squeezed out the words and bowed his head, Aizen grabbed his chin.

He won’t let him cross his legs, won’t let him lower his head, isn’t this guy a total bully? Should he count himself lucky he didn’t grab his hair? But if you were a guy, you’d know how awkward this situation is!

“Your eyes are red now too.”

Once the heat started rising, it seemed to gain momentum. As his body grew hot, as if his blood were boiling, he even felt like he was floating.

“You look like you’re struggling.”

“If you know that, then maybe… move aside, or… just… leave…”

He knew he had no manners to speak of, but if he had any sense of decency, he should at least have the courtesy to get out of the way.

“What would you do if you left?”

“Hard to say that out loud myself.”

“Take out whatever’s inside and shake it around?”

Aizen gestured toward Sibel’s core. In that instant, Sibel felt the very category of human dignity crumble around him. This bastard? He knew all along?

Sibel glared at him. He chuckled softly and released the restraints binding his hands and feet. Only then did Sibel find some peace, exhaling a breath of relief.

Aizen stepped back, arms crossed.

“Go ahead.”

What?

“Do what you were about to do.”

Is he crazy…? Ah, he is crazy… Consistently so.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Didn’t I get you all worked up just now? Use it however you like. I’ll be your side dish.”

Don’t heroes take any character classes? Why is his speech so vulgar? Suddenly, the day Aizen first arrived flashed back, making him dizzy.

His lecherous tastes haven’t gone anywhere.

“What? Do you want me to strike a pose for you?”

“Forget it.”

Sibel grimaced at Aizen, who spread his arms wide as if he was offering a favor.

“If you leave it like that, you’ll probably ran out in the middle of the night and cause trouble again.”

Aizen’s words definitely made sense. Staying like this made him feel hazy, as if the screws in his head weren’t just loosening but melting away. No, he felt inexplicably parched. If he couldn’t quell this feverish sensation immediately, something bad would surely happen.

His lips grew parched. He found himself watching Aizen’s reactions, even breathing cautiously.

‘Masturbation?’

Since reincarnating into this body, he’d never even attempted it. He’d felt no need whatsoever. Most of the petty instincts humans possessed were rendered powerless by the magic coursing through his veins.

His head was spinning. Even setting aside Aizen’s nerve-wracking presence, the tasks ahead were dizzying.

There were videos here, pictures here, yet all he could rely on was his meager imagination. Amidst this turmoil, his eyes met Aizen’s.

“You seem troubled.”

“Don’t meddle in a man’s troubles.”

Sibel was on edge. Aizen let out a hollow laugh at his reaction.

“Why overcomplicate things? Looks like a simple step back would solve it.”

“Don’t speak so lightly about others’ affairs…”

And if you know that, then get out of here already… Why act like someone who can’t read the room?

Sibel glared at Aizen with eyes brimming with resentful defiance.

No.

Aizen hadn’t missed a thing. In fact, his intuition was razor-sharp today.

“Do you need help?”

After a moment’s silence, Aizen’s casual words made Sibel’s body flinch.

“What? What do you mean?”

He swallowed dryly.

“What else could it be?”

Aizen’s gaze shifted unabashedly toward the area Sibel was desperately trying to conceal.

“When our Demon King looks at me with those ‘I know nothing’ eyes, what am I supposed to do? I have to help him personally.”

He knew perfectly well. Would any demon who truly knew nothing hide a book with an explicit label like this?

Just as he was about to protest, Aizen walked forward, closing the distance between them. The room’s light was blocked by his body, and soon his scent washed over him. It was the scent that had been nagging at him all along.

Without giving Sibel a chance to respond, Aizen knelt before him.

Whoa. This is insane.

Sibel instinctively knew that if he lost his composure now, something terrifying and irreversible would happen. But Aizen’s actions were faster than Sibel’s realization.

“H-Hold on!”

As Aizen’s hand reached for the waistband of Sibel’s pants, he hastily placed his own hand over Aizen’s.

“This is seriously… no joke, right?”

“Is anyone here joking?”

Aizen raised his eyebrows at Sibel’s words.

Yeah. You do look fucking serious.

But Aizen’s reply offered no comfort. Isn’t that dangerous…?

“Just think about your condition. Don’t overthink things.”

Don’t overthink things…?

Admittedly, fretting about the future in this situation was ridiculous. He might ran out into the rain and do God knows what, could a little shame down below really be the problem?

Fuck no, it matters! Damn, I almost fell for that smooth talk.

“I’ll handle it… myself.”

In the end, Sibel resolved to preserve his dignity. His gaze was utterly serious.

But Aizen sneered at his words.

“You know how to handle it yourself?”

“I’m a Demon King, not some idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Though his reply seemed perfectly clear, Aizen’s hand brushed Sibel’s away with an annoyed flick before slipping back into his pants.

“Seriously… why won’t you listen to me…”

“Yeah. I’m listening…”

Sibel’s drawn-out tone rubbed off on Aizen. He moved his hand slowly, looking directly in his eyes. As their gazes met, the small mouth that had been protesting moments ago clamped shut.

Aizen’s eyes were always like dark mirrors. For some reason, seeing his own reflection in them felt strangely good. Was it because it showed so clearly? When nothing else could enter, only his own pale, frightened reflection filled it completely, he found himself staring into those eyes, lost.

Was he bewitched? Or was it the fever running high?

“Hah, you keep touching me….”

Aizen’s hand slid from Sibel’s waist and tugged at his pants.

“It’s impossible to do without touching.”

Aizen’s apologetic reply was somehow amusing. It was true, it was impossible without touching.

‘What have I really… entrusted to Aizen right now…?’

The sensation of his hardened calluses against his skin sent shivers down his spine. As his hand traced his lower abdomen and finally pulled his pants down completely, the heat coursing through Sibel’s body reached its peak.

“Ah…”

Aizen’s thumb traced a straight line down to his lower abdomen. The sensation of that line being drawn across his skin sent a shiver through Sibel. His head tilted back, his Adam’s apple protruding, followed by a tingling sensation in his shoulders.

A moment later, the touch of an intruder reached the untouched, inviolable zone.

From here on, Sibel squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t have the courage to open them. His eyelids fluttered. His shoulders were hunched so tightly that his top slipped, exposing them.

Whether it was the pouring rain or his breath, the humidity in the room felt thick and sticky.

“Ugh…”

The touch was gentle. He’d feared it might mirror its owner’s rudeness, but Aizen’s hands moved with the care one might use on fragile art.

Each stroke sent a shiver through his lower body. His neck felt like it was snapping. Though the touch was undeniably soft, his body kept jerking in response.

“You’re so sensitive.”

A strange hint of amusement seemed to linger in Aizen’s voice. But Sibel, consumed by fever and flustered, could only hear his words as a faint hum passing by his ears.

‘Ah… It feels good.’

The touch of another’s hand made him feel as if he might collapse at any moment.

“Hah.”

The instant he felt the slightest tightening in Aizen’s grip, Sibel’s eyes snapped open. His tilted head turned up, and his gaze fell down.

A pair of eyes, gleaming beneath dark hair, were fixed on him.