DKFTI 20

As his grip tightened, Sibel’s mouth opened naturally.

“Ah…”

The instant his lips parted, the tongue that had been sweeping his teeth slipped inside as it had been waiting.

The tongue, as unruly as his temper, licked the roof of his mouth and wound itself around Sibel’s tongue. Their tongues mingled together, sending a tingling shiver down his spine.

The sticky sound of their tongues rubbing against each other, their saliva mixing, blended with sound of the rain.

Aizen swallowed everything, as if he didn’t want to miss even the breath coming out from Sibel’s mouth.

He probed inside Sibel with unwavering passion. A sweet yet sensual sensation swirled through his mouth, and Sibel’s breathing gradually became short and shallow.

His breathing quickened. His heart felt like it was going to burst. His brain felt like it was melting.

The more he focused on this act, the more the world seemed to drift away, as if submerged in water.

Aizen thought again, tightly wrapping his hand around Sibel’s round head.

He had always known the day would come when he would seize this head. From the moment he first saw that silver hair behind the Demon King’s castle pillar.

He opened his tightly shut eyes. Rain blurred his vision, but he didn’t care.

Sibel’s closed eyelashes fluttered as he received the sudden kiss, and the water droplets that had been entangled in his eyelashes flowed into their mouths.

Aizen didn’t have time to worry about whether he was swallowing rainwater or Sibel’s saliva.

More, more, deeper. A shameless, brazen thirst kept rising. He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t.

Stop this? How do you do something like that?

Sibel’s hands reached out, groping for Aizen’s collar. But his hands slipped against the wet fabric, they climbed up until they gripped his collar chain tightly. The chain was pulled taut.

Although he didn’t use much force, Aizen let himself be dragged closer. Their bodies pressed together even tighter. It was like pouring fuel on a fire.

In that moment, Aizen lost his identity. Whether he was an apostle, human, or demon, these things seemed insignificant. His sanity had long since been washed away by the rain.

“Ahh…, hngh.”

Each time a small gap formed between their lips, Sibel gasped desperately for breath. He tried to pull back, but Aizen’s grip held him tightly, preventing any opportunity.

Aizen moved greedily inside Sibel’s mouth. He was full of impatience, like a man who might die tomorrow.

White steam rose from where their mouths met.

Aizen, intoxicated by Sibel’s scent and savoring him to his heart’s content, felt as if he had just satisfied a little of his hunger as he slowly pulled his tongue out of Sibel’s wet mouth.

Hot, damp breaths clung to their lips.

“Haa, ha.”

Only then did Sibel gasp for air. His lips, once blue, had turned red. They had quickly swollen.

Aizen also took a deep breath.

After a short moment, Aizen moved his thumb from Sibel’s cheek and pushed it between his lips.

Thinking the sticky wetness on his hand was his own spit made his chest feel tight.

“Haa…”

Sibel, who had barely caught his breath, looked up at Aizen.

Their gazes, which had been locked for a moment, shifted as Aizen lowered his head slightly. Sibel followed suit, lowering his gaze.

The chain in Sibel’ hand pulled taut.

Aizen removed the hand pressed to his lips and grasped his wrist. The chain tugged tighter.

“Your tastes are really…”

It seemed like he was criticizing Sibel’s taste for holding the chain and while kissing, but in fact, it didn’t matter.

Aizen twisted Sibel’s wrist slightly, and the chain slipped free of his hand.

Sibel’s palm, which had been playing with raindrops before, was exposed, Aizen’s lips slowly descended upon his palm. Then he looked up at Sibel.

His gaze was unwavering. There was no regret or hesitation in his eyes.

The two stared at each other for a long time. The rain was still pouring down.

At some point, Aizen opened his mouth and bit lightly into the soft flesh of Sibel’s palm.

“Ah.”

A short moan escaped Sibel’s lips, and Aizen chuckled softly. The blue light flickering in Sibel’s eyes momentarily ceased.

“If you’re going to do crazy things, do them where I can see. Got it?”

At Aizen’s words, Sibel tilted his head silently, unable to understand what he meant.

Then Aizen let go of his hand.

He immediately took off his shirt. He knew it was pointless since they were both soaking wet anyway, but he still managed to take it off and drape it over Sibel’s shoulders.

“……”

Sibel stared silently at what lay on his shoulders. They were both exposed to the cold rain, but Aizen’s clothes felt warm.

“Let’s go. Sleepwalker.”

Aizen gently took Sibel’s wrist and led him back toward the castle entrance.

Sibel followed where he was pulled. After several steps, he asked,

“Why did you do that?”

Aizen fell silent. He finally spoke after a long pause.

“Even if I tell you, you won’t remember.”

Aizen already knew what he had to do next. Once inside, he would make him take the potion the female Demon King had given. Make him sleep.

And wait for tomorrow’s Sibel, who will not remember today.

“But if you really want to know…”

His low voice flowed dully into Sibel’s ear.

Shaaaaaah–

The sound of the rain grew louder. Perhaps at that moment, Aizen had said something important.

***

When Sibel opened his eyes, the sun was shining brightly. The room was filled with the soft scent of sunlight.

“Demon King!”

“Hm?”

He threw off the blanket and stretched, but his body felt strangely heavy.

“What do you mean hm! You’re waking up after three whole days!”

“What?”

With a blank face, Sibel tapped his waist lightly and answered Ruru.

“As expected, you don’t remember anything.”

Ruru swished his tail as he poured water into a bowl and handed it over. The sight made Sibel suddenly parched, and he snatched it up.

“Three days ago we used the medicine Lady Lilianthes gave us.”

“Mm?”

Siebel’s eyes widened as he gulped down the water in her glass. He coughed, tossing the bowl aside and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Medicine? Lady Lilianthes?

“What? I went crazy?!”

“Yes. Totally insane…”

“What did I do? Did I smash everything, kill humans?”

Sibel had absolutely no memory of the night after falling into a blissful sleep. Honestly, he still couldn’t believe he’d slept for three days. Maybe it was just a headache from waking up after a long night’s sleep?

“I heard you were drenched in rain and shaking.”

“Huh?”

That was such a petty madness.

Sibel narrowed his eyes and pressed his temples with both hands.

“Remember. Remember. Remember.”

“Is it really a good thing to remember?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t think so. But even if you forgot everything, please know that I worked hard day and night to prevent you from getting bedsores!”

Ruru took the bowl he’d carelessly thrown onto the bed. Sibel turned his head to observe the view out the window.

“The sun is shining brightly.”

“Yes. Our Demon King’s castle was safely protected even while the Demon King was soundly asleep!”

When Ruru clapped, Sibel clapped along too. As the two of them applauded over nothing in particular, the door suddenly slammed open.

The rude intruder, of course, was Aizen. Seeing him, Sibel smiled brightly and greeted him.

“Good morning, Hero!”

“It’s afternoon.”

“Ah.”

Sibel shivered at Aizen’s pettiness.

If someone wakes up and greets you, that makes it morning! It’s just a greeting, a greeting!

Sibel glared at him, but Aizen stood there with arms crossed, leaning crookedly and staring down at him. No, he was glaring at him.

His fierce eyes made Sibel shrink again. He looked to Ruru for help, but Ruru only shrugged with an innocent face.

Why, after days without seeing him, did he have to start being nasty again…

“D-did I do something wrong…?”

Sibel mustered up his courage and asked. But then Aizen turned his head away.

“You’re ugly. Your face looks like a big moon.”

Hé was hit by a deadly attack as soon as he woke up.

Sibel was dumbfounded.

Why is he like that ?

Not satisfied with just pouring out malicious remarks, Aizen strode purposefully toward Sibel’s bed.

“Eek!”

Ruru, who had been fine, was shoved aside by Aizen and sent flying to the side, and Sibel blankly faced the approaching terror.

“Uh…hm..what…”

What are you doing?

Aizen, who had approached Sibel, grabbed his cheeks with both hands and stretched them. Sibel’s cheeks repeatedly stretched and shrunk like rice cakes.

“Why are you so irritating?”

“Whaah… d’dooh?”

Sibel wondered what he had done to deserve this. Ruru said he woke up after sleeping soundly for three days; unless he hit the hero’s cheek in his sleep, this treatment was too much.