DKFTI 95

In the end, Sibel fell asleep leaving his messed-up genitals untouched. Aizen found the sight of Sibel sleeping with such a refreshed face ridiculous, but he dutifully cleaned up after him with a damp towel.

He properly positioned Sibel’s body, which had sprawled across the bed, aligning him with the pillows. He assumed the two pillows were naturally meant for him and claimed the remaining spot.

He believed he had earned this right by sacrificing himself to serve Sibel. And what could he do about it anyway?

Aizen stroked Sibel’s sleeping cheek. His lower body, craving the pleasure it had tasted once more, protested loudly, lifting its head repeatedly. But he realized there was no point in pushing the timid demon king any further.

‘My patience is really fucked.’

Aizen was proud that the temper he’d tempered like a monk over three years had forged such remarkable self-control.

If he could, he’d rip off those clothes, flip him over, and plunge inside…

But seeing him flee from him, pushing him away, was unbearable. Was he traumatized by being pushed? If I forced his way in, would Sibel eventually accept him? He acted like a highly sensitive animal, but deep down, if you insist, he’d sigh and grant anything. If he could just exploit Sibel’s nature…

“Perfect for getting bad ideas.”

Sibel’s personality was truly perfect for making someone harbor bad intentions.

It was optimized for delusions like ‘No, no, no… yes.’

“Mmm…”

As Sibel shifted, Aizen stretched out his arm to make a pillow for his head. His head was so light, he wasn’t sure if it was even resting on his arm.

“Mmm…”

You make such strange noises when you sleep.

Aizen folded his hands and leaned toward Sibel, who was curled up in a shrimp-like position, running his hand over his back. As his large hand slid down his waist, Sibel’s back slowly straightened out, almost forming a straight line.

It was fun how he reacted to every touch. Aizen patted Sibel’s shoulder gently.

The sound of deep, snoring breaths came intermittently.

Aizen’s eyelids also slowly drooped. After drinking the antidote, his chaotic energy gradually settled. Thanks to that, he thought he might finally escape the relentless insomnia, but insomnia wasn’t just a physical problem; its mental impact couldn’t be ignored either.

Sibel’s scent stabilized the rhythm within Aizen’s body. Listening to the snoring sounds, Aizen also drifted into a deep sleep.

***

‘Fuck.’

Sibel had been thinking about dick a lot lately, in various ways.

He stretched and got up, but the moment he saw Aizen sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed, last night’s events came flooding back.

The hot air, the tongue dancing across his lips, the two cocks tangled together, the wet cum.

‘Hmm…’

But why does his body feel so damn refreshed? This pervert’s DNA must have always craved this kind of act. That’s the only way to explain it.

He didn’t even feel shame, regret, or moral guilt right now. Honestly, he was just filled with curiosity, could he actually do this with a man?

This is seriously problematic. His brain must have a screw loose. And with Aizen, of all people? Oh, my god.

But honestly, with his muddled head now clear and his body light, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure.

‘You bastard…’

Outside, the rain was still pouring down. The storm hadn’t ended.

“Ugh.”

How could the strongest instinctual desire he felt be sexual desire? Isn’t that just too much?

But then again, he wasn’t some demon lord boiling over with murderous instincts, killing people indiscriminately.

‘I absolutely hate that…’

Sibel woke up but couldn’t bring himself to sit up, instead curling up cautiously. There was no need to risk waking Aizen and facing an awkward confrontation.

He quietly watched Aizen sleeping. Lying beside him with his arm extended, Aizen was fast asleep.

His mouth was closed, his piercing eyes shut, making him look almost like a fresh-faced youth….

Aizen definitely had a boyish charm. It showed when he occasionally flashed a messy smile, revealing his upper teeth. That carefree gaze, that look in his eyes, that recklessness, sometimes it all seemed pure.

‘Pure my ass.’

But the memory of those hands that had so boldly groped his lower body last night made him retract that thought.

He’d clearly spent the last three years building muscle and perverted skills.

He’d expected Aizen to be peculiar even in his sleep, but he slept very quietly. He didn’t snore or toss and turn. His breathing wasn’t heavy either… He’s actually quite refined.

Focusing on his breathing calmed his mind.

This is bad. Aizen no longer felt like a threat. When did he suddenly slip into the realm of safety?

Clearly, he had a knack for barging into places, much like his history of casually occupying other people’s homes.

Sibel no longer looked at Aizen; he straightened his body and lay down. Slowly, he felt the sensations within himself.

He definitely felt calmer, but his body showed signs of the heat rising again. Was this heat something that wouldn’t end until the rain stopped?

‘This is troublesome.’

The images of last night kept surfacing. Aizen’s persistent gaze, never closing his eyes even while kissing, flickered in his mind.

‘No matter how I think about it, I feel like I’m getting drawn in…’

The feeling wouldn’t go away.

‘Ah, whatever.’

What’s the point of dwelling on something he has already enjoyed? In times like this, shamelessness is the best approach.

Sibel closed his eyes again. Perhaps due to the rain’s influence, sleep came easily whenever he closed his eyes.

***

Another dream.

Leaving the beautiful meadow behind, he stepped into a damp, dark alleyway. Like someone staring into darkness they’d never faced before, his dream self was startled.

A hail of stones and a blood-soaked black creature. The malice, disregard, disgust, and evil emotions of humans were palpable.

In that place that made him want to vomit, he approached the black creature whose breath had ceased. He heard the murmurs of the crowd.

But he clutched the black thing whose life force had vanished. As his tears fell upon the rough, filthy creature, the extinguished spark of life returned.

‘Kuu…’

Hearing the faint sound, the dream self smiled.

Oh, pitiful being.

Both this dying creature and the humans filled with malice, everything was so pitiable it brought tears. This must never happen again.

To ensure that… he carefully tucked away the thought of returning to heaven.

His tears revived what had died, and his touch granted the black creature reason. And through his love, it awakened to emotion.

The dark organism, treated worse than livestock, gained a name.

***

“Stop messing around.”

Sibel was inspecting the Demon King’s castle security today, a rare occurrence. While selecting timber to reinforce the windows, Aizen’s hand kept touching Sibel’s elbow.

“What, am I some kind of slime toy?”

“Yeah, you’re right. My hand just keeps going there.”

Cheeky. Really cheeky.

“So stop touching me.”

“Okay.”

Most people at least pretend to keep their word once they speak it, but Aizen, whose conscience seemed to be on vacation, had no such intention. Contrary to his response, he refused to leave Sibel’s side.

He even rested his chin on his shoulder, leaning his body against his, hugging him from behind.

“…We are speaking the same language, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Why does it feel like it’s not translating?”

It wasn’t his imagination. Aizen wasn’t even listening to a word Sibel was saying.

“Something keeps touching my butt.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to stab you.”

“Whoa.”

This bastard has no shame.

“No, why are you acting like a dog in heat?!”

Sibel finally shouted. The wooden planks in his hands scattered across the floor.

“Ha.”

Aizen sighed and furrowed his brow.

“This isn’t something I can control.”

“It’s your body!”

“The forbidden fruit is right in front of me. I can’t eat it, but I have to at least touch it.”

“I’m not a fruit, you know?”

“Yeah.”

The conversation showed no sign of progress. Even in this situation, something monstrous was rearing its head behind Sibel’s hips.

“Aren’t you ashamed for others to see!”

Finally, Sibel lifted his buttocks off the window sill he’d been sitting on and stood up abruptly, placing his hands on his hips.

As the warmth vanished from his embrace, Aizen frowned and gave Sibel a displeased look.

“What’s so embarrassing about it?”

“It’s embarrassing to tease the Demon King in broad daylight.”

“So nighttime is okay?”

“Ah…”

Sibel wanted to cry. Was this guy always such a hopeless case? It felt like he always had been, leaving him utterly deflated.

“Why are you so horny? You act like you’ve never done this before.”

“Yeah.”

“Huh?”

“It’s my first time.”

“What?”

“Fucking someone? It’s my first time.”

Sibel was flustered. A first-timer had grabbed a man’s penis and jerked it off without any hesitation…? Just like that, kissing, biting, sucking…

“Why? You’ve done it before, haven’t you?”

Amidst the confusion, Aizen’s voice, strangely lowered in tone, pierced Sibel’s ear canal.

Danger. Danger alert issued.