DKFTI 146

Resting on Aizen’s palm was a small blue flower preserved within a transparent magic crystal.

It was a star cluster flower, one that, when hit by light, gave the illusion of softly scattering dust.

It was the very same flower Aizen had given to Sibel years ago, when he had sneaked into a festival in a human village.

Aizen stared at the flower for a long time. The fierce frown and repeated demands to “throw it away” had vanished without a trace, and his eyes curved into a gentle smile.

“…I didn’t realize you still had this.”

“Oh, you remember that? It had been so long ago that I thought it got thrown away.”

When Sibel asked with wide eyes, Aizen carefully wiped the crystal containing the flower and held it out in front of him.

“There’s no way I’d forget something I gave you. Here.”

“Why? Isn’t this a dangerous item too? It does have magic on it.”

Sibel smiled mischievously. It was the kind of item that the usual Aizen would have confiscated immediately, labeling it an “object imbued with magic of unknown origin.” But Aizen shook his head slowly and tucked a strand of Sibel’s hair behind his ear.

“Hmm. This is an exception.”

“Come on, aren’t your standards a bit too arbitrary?”

“There’s no need to throw everything away.”

Aizen’s voice resonated softly. Gone was the ruthlessness he’d displayed just moments ago as he’d mercilessly tossed items onto the “disposal list”; now, he was beginning to look at the odds and ends in the box with a new perspective.

“Let’s just put this away for now.”

Sibel laughed at Aizen’s sudden change in attitude. The man who had just moments ago treated the baldness cure like trash and tossed it aside was now assigning meaning to each broken piece and carefully placing them in the box. The sight was so cute and endearing that Sibel felt a warm, fuzzy sensation swelling up in his heart.

“Aizen, do you know how cute you are right now?”

“That’s the kind of thing people would laugh their heads off at if they heard it.”

Aizen replied with feigned gruffness as he closed the box, but his red ears gave him away. Unable to resist, Sibel hopped up onto Aizen’s back as he crouched down.

“Ugh.”

Aizen’s upper body swayed under the sudden weight, but he reached back with his arms to support and hold Sibel’s thighs.

“Why are you doing this so suddenly? It’s dangerous.”

“I’m bored! I wanted to watch you tidy up like this!”

Sibel rubbed his cheek against Aizen’s broad back and wrapped his arms around his neck. Aizen’s back was warm and firm. His muscled body made hugging him a real treat.

“It feels just like hugging a bear.”

Aizen shook his body.

“Whoa…!”

As Sibel’s body swayed, Aizen chuckled.

“You need to gain some weight. You feel like you’re made of feathers.”

“Then cook for me after we’re done cleaning up. I’ll eat my fill and try to put on some weight.”

“You really talk too much.”

A chuckle echoed in Aizen’s ears.

“Stop that and come down to help.”

“Ah, if I started, I have to finish it.”

Sibel said shamelessly.

“Is that so?”

“I plan to stick to your back like glue for the rest of my life.”

At that, Aizen’s body moved quickly. Sibel braced his arms and held his ground. The two of them wrestled playfully for a while.

Sibel’s laughter grew louder, and Aizen laughed along with him.

***

The greenhouse of the castle, shrouded in night fog, was filled with heat.

Water droplets formed like dew on the glass ceiling. They trickled down due to the temperature difference between the inside and outside, and the moonlight visible beyond them created a dreamlike atmosphere.

The scent and earthy aroma constantly emitted by the plants of the Demon Realm, which had grown imbued with magic, mixed with the residual heat of the sun trapped there during the day, making the air feel heavy.

Sibel stood beneath a large leaf. It had already been half a month since his return, yet there were times when all this peace felt like an illusion. The moment the noise died down and he was left alone, he would start feeling anxious.

‘What a strange experience.’

It was something that must never happen again.

“Grow strong and tall.”

He was watering the plants, trying to collect his thoughts, when the heavy door of the greenhouse swung open. The sound of footsteps approached. Sibel knew who it was without even turning around. There was only one person in this castle who could find him so easily.

“You’re here again.”

A voice, heavy with sleep, echoed from behind him. Before Sibel could even turn his head, a wave of intense warmth engulfed his back. Aizen’s strong arms wrapped around Sibel’s waist. He held him so tightly it felt as if he might crush his bones.

“You scared me. Aizen, why aren’t you sleeping? Why are you here?”

Sibel turned his head slightly, his voice tinged with laughter, but instead of answering, Aizen bit his earlobe.

“Ouch, that hurts. Why do you keep biting me lately? You’re not a puppy.”

“I’d be lucky if I were a puppy. I could be a much worse beast. Anyway, you’re not listening to me again. I told you not to vanish without informing me. I think I’ve developed a trauma.”

Aizen buried his face in Sibel’s shoulder and took a deep breath.

Ever since that incident, Aizen had occasionally acted like a puppy suffering from separation anxiety. It broke his heart, but he couldn’t help but find it cute.

“I just couldn’t sleep, so I came to take a look around the greenhouse. I’m not going anywhere now, okay?”

“I don’t know. I just keep worrying. I’ll be like this for a while, so you’d better get used to it.”

Aizen certainly knew everything there was to know about Sibel.

“I told you, it was just an accident.”

“Because of that accident, I almost never got to see you again.”

“Haha.”

Sibel laughed awkwardly. It felt as if he’d done something wrong.

As Aizen’s whisper tickled his ear, Sibel felt a pleasant tingle. Aizen turned him around and sat him down on the table. The potted plants rustled as they were pushed to the side, but the two of them didn’t hear it.

Aizen’s lips met Sibel’s. His tongue invaded his mouth without hesitation.

“Mmm…”

Even as Sibel wrapped his arms around Aizen’s neck, his tongue clung to his. Aizen’s lips gradually moved downward.

Sibel thought that Aizen’s kissing skills were getting better and better. If that was the case, did that mean his own skills were improving too? That random thought crossed his mind.

“Ah.”

Aizen gently bit Sibel’s collarbone.

“Daydreaming again.”

Why was he getting scolded in a situation like this?

Aizen’s hand slipped between the folds of Sibel’s clothes. His firm fingers slid roughly along the prominent line of his collarbone. Heat rose wherever his fingertips touched, and blood began rushing down his lower body. Aizen tore open the buttons of Sibel’s shirt with his teeth. The sound of fabric tearing in all directions was obscene.

“Haa, uh… Aizen, we’re in the greenhouse…”

Sibel responded eagerly to Aizen’s stimulation.

“I locked the door.”

“You planned this from the start…!”

Aizen chuckled at Sibel’s protest.

His hand brushed down his side and pulled aside Sibel’s pants. He grabbed Sibel’s cock, which was already fully erect and standing tall with anticipation, in one hand. As his hot palm pressed against the sensitive skin and stroked upward, Sibel’s body jerked.

“What were you expecting while standing like this?”

“Another weird comment… Ngh!”

Sibel couldn’t finish his reply to Aizen’s teasing remark.

Aizen’s lips had already moved lower. He pulled his nipple into his mouth, driving him wild with the wet, slurping sounds he made as he rolled it around. Slurp, slurp. Like a beast sucking up sweet nectar, he licked and nibbled his nipple without respite.

“Ah, uh! Aizen, uh… too much…!”

Sibel moaned and grabbed Aizen’s hair. Aizen rolled his tongue with satisfaction every time his name escaped Sibel’s lips.

“Haa.”

Aizen pulled off his belt, and pulled out his massive cock. A dark red, veiny penis came into sight. Aizen wiped the pre-cum oozing from the tip of Sibel’s glans with his finger and smeared it over his own cock. The sight of him lubricating his own penis was so explicit that Sibel couldn’t bear to watch.

“Sibel.”

There were moments when Aizen’s gaze became gloomy. Whenever that happened, Sibel could roughly guess what day he was recalling. He decided to indulge Aizen’s tantrums, which made him look like an anxious puppy.

Aizen grabbed Sibel’s chin to hold his face toward him, then used his other hand to stroke his genitals. His hand was relentless as it rubbed the opening of his glans, which was gushing fluid with a gurgling sound. The faster his movements became, the more Sibel’s breathing grew short and ragged. The ache in his lower abdomen was driving him mad.