DKFTI 93

“Gently stroke the shaft, grip it just right. Then down, up, like this…”

Aizen taught Sibel how to grip his cock as if giving him a lesson. Each time his hand moved up and down, Sibel closed his eyes and then opened them. He felt heat pooling around his eyes.

“Haah…”

“Scratch the spot protruding just below the glans too.”

Aizen’s fingertips scratched beneath the cute, pink glans, crowned like a cap. At that moment, fluid pooled in Sibel’s genitals.

The finger that had teased the glans with milky-white mucus moved up. When Aizen’s thumb brushed the hole in the glans, sticky fluid stretched out along his hand.

Aizen smirked, and soon his hand resumed its up-and-down motion.

Squish, squish.

The slurping sound grew louder.

“Ahh, uhh, ah, move like that, hmm… I can’t, no, don’t… stop.”

He couldn’t even form a complete sentence; his words broke off in stutters. Sibel couldn’t even tell if he was speaking properly or not.

It felt like all the blood in his brain had rushed to his genitals. Ah, he thought that doing this every day could really make him stupid. Entrusting his junior to another’s touch was this stimulating?

“Haah…”

Aizen had no intention of stopping. No, there was no reason to stop now. He looked up at Sibel, completely disheveled.

With every movement of his hand, Sibel’s body flinched. His flailing arms would reach out to stop him, only to pull back and grip the bedsheets tightly. How cute.

His collarbone and small shoulders were flushed red with heat. Aizen felt the urge surged to sink his teeth into his neck. Was it the sight of Sibel’s crimson-tinged eyes that stirred this unexpected sadism?

Aizen moved his hand, biting the tender flesh of his own lower lip.

How could this demon king be cute even down to his cock? It was beyond belief.

The smooth, hairless penis glowed pink, deepening to a richer red with every touch. He even worried it might explode. Yet the sensation of it hardening and twitching under his hand was satisfying.

And the size? It fit perfectly in one hand. It even made him wonder if enjoying this with just his hands was a waste.

Aizen could swear to God he’d never once thought about taking a man’s cock in his mouth before meeting Sibel. No, even loving Sibel, he’d imagined pinning him down and fucking him, but sucking and licking? Not really…

Why hadn’t he done this sooner? If he’d imagined sucking and licking this adorable cock, his solo sessions would’ve been ten times more enjoyable.

Aizen’s red tongue flicked between his lips and slid back in. It was genuinely strange how seeing a man’s cock made his mouth water.

Slurp, slurp.

“Ugh, yeah…”

Why does that moan sound so damn erotic? It must just be innate. Suspicious. Suspicious.

Aizen’s hand diligently played with Sibel’s genitals. Even though it was hard as a horn, the sensation in his hand felt only small and soft.

Isn’t it a problem that a demon king like this is wandering around the demon castle completely defenseless? A few moments ago, imagining which bastard Sibel might have bewitched during the last Rainy Season, Aizen realized the three years of impulse control therapy he’d received from Brivan hadn’t worked at all.

If anyone else had seen this face, heard this sound, felt this touch, the conclusion that the most satisfying solution would be to simply kill them and bury them somewhere in the back mountains came instantly, without a second’s hesitation.

Of course, Sibel’s claim that this was his first time quickly lifted his spirits.

“Ah, uhh, fa-fa-faster, s-slowly…”

Sibel’s hand rested on Aizen’s wrist. It was too weak to be considered an attempt to pull away.

“You’re being cute.”

The hot heat he felt on his hand made Aizen’s lower body tighten.

“During sacred service… you really have no patience.”

The usual Sibel would have reacted angrily to this level of teasing, but the current him couldn’t properly filter Aizen’s words. 

Watching Sibel only manage to gasp out ragged breaths, Aizen felt he might end up doing something naughty instead of serving.

“Ah, uh, w-wait a moment…!”

Suddenly, Sibel’s hand frantically scratched at Aizen’s wrist.

“Ahh, hmm.”

Sibel’s fingers and toes curled, his shoulders hunched. His entire body tensed. Aizen didn’t miss that moment, moving his hand even faster.

His dark eyes were fixed on his face, he was determined not to miss a single second of Sibel’s reaction.

His blue eyes, tinged with a hint of darkness, seemed somehow cloudier than usual, but the flush spreading across his entire face made an unprecedented sensuality flow from him.

“Haah…”

The way he kept straining to hold something back was both pitiful and cute. It made Aizen want to cherish him and torment him at the same time.

“Mm… Mm, you’re doing well. Demon King.”

The moment Sibel shuddered and his eyes suddenly turned clear, Aizen gripped Sibel’s cock tightly.

“Ugh!”

Thump, thud, thump.

Finally, Sibel came in Aizen’s hand. The semen shot out powerfully. It was thick and sticky, a large amount that must have been building up for a while.

Sibel’s ejaculate splattered onto Aizen’s hand, forearm, and even his chin.

“Huh…”

Sibel realized what he had done and was shocked. He understood ejaculating after being rubbed down there like that… but he was shocked he had dirtied Aizen.

Aizen smirked when he saw Sibel’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Looks like you enjoyed that, my Demon King.”

Aizen lifted the hand that had been kneading Sibel’s private area and wiped the semen splattered on his own chin.

Aizen’s actions were obscene. The scene was so lewd, so sexually charged, that Sibel was left speechless.

The shock was so great he even forgot he was still completely exposed below the waist.

“What just happened…?”

Sibel gasped for breath, his excitement still raw, muttering like someone who’d lost his mind. The afterglow of climax seemed to continue tickling his body.

Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, neck, collarbone, and even his chest, though he hadn’t noticed when it started.

“What happened? Did the Demon King climax from my hand?”

“……”

“Was it moaning like he was dying of pleasure? Or begging desperately while clutching my hand?”

At that very moment, semen scattered across his genitals dripped down his shaft with a plop.

Plop. Plop.

The sound of semen hitting the floor echoed.

“Ah. It got on my shoes too.”

Aizen’s smile looked like the face of a grim reaper.

‘I’m fucked…’

How could he face Aizen now? As the excitement slightly subsided, Sibel slowly came to his senses. Had he really been that crazy?

Sibel raised one hand and brushed it over his eyelids.

“Don’t people usually cover their dick, not their face?”

Aizen’s retort made Sibel pull up his pants with his free hand. Of course, that wasn’t easy either.

Aizen’s hand grabbed Sibel’s arm. Suddenly stopped in his movement, Sibel took his hand away from his eyes and looked at Aizen.

“Your fever hasn’t gone down yet.”

Only then did Sibel remember why this whole mess had happened. To bring down the fever… To stop him from going mad during the Rainy Season… Wouldn’t it have been better to just go mad? It might have been less humiliating than standing here in front of Aizen with his crotch fully exposed…

But Sibel couldn’t deny that just now, he felt as if he had seen heaven.

“So, just one more time.”

“……”

Even without saying how good that sensation had been, no– by remaining silent, he affirmed it.

“Hm?”

That soft voice sounded like the devil’s whisper.

But he suddenly realized something. If his dignity was already trampled into the dirt, wouldn’t it matter if it rolled around and got dragged some more…

Sibel had always vaguely known he was weak against desire and impulse. So he decided not to blame himself for his heart pounding at Aizen’s words now.

Was it because he was born with a pervert’s DNA? Wasn’t this a matter of innate nature, not willpower? If he had to blame someone, it would be his ancestors… Hmm, he hadn’t intended to go that far.

The clueless junior, oblivious to his inner conflict, had already peeked up again.

This is all the rain’s fault. The rain’s fault.

But Sibel lifted his head to watch Aizen suddenly stand up. Why did he stand up so abruptly? Scary.

“It’s not fair to enjoy it alone.”

The moment Aizen’s hand undid the belt tied around his waist, Sibel’s eyes widened in shock.

Eh… Eh…? What was this? Was there some rule about mutual assistance or something?