DKFTI 97

“I really don’t feel like answering nicely.”

“Your personality really is twisted…”

“If I dump you like this on the marble, will your tailbone shatter?”

Sibel shut his mouth. This position was definitely disadvantageous for him.

“So, what kind of dream did you have?”

“Well… just some nonsense. Put me down.”

“We’re here.”

Sibel asked to be put down, but Aizen had already arrived at the door while still holding him. He used some kind of technique, he didn’t know what, but Aizen easily opened the door even while carrying Sibel princess-style. He did kick the door open a bit roughly, but it shouldn’t break.

Aizen’s service was better than expected. Seeing him set him down on a plush bed instead of dumping him on the marble floor.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks my ass.”

His personality really was twisted. Was it that hard to just accept a thank you?

Sibel fidgeted, pulled back the bedding, and climbed in.

“Going straight to sleep?”

“Yes. I can’t shake this drowsiness. ”

Sleep kept overwhelming him. Maybe it was the warmth of his body. His mind just wouldn’t clear. The effects of the rain seemed to worsen after sunset.

Then, Aizen’s hand touched Sibel’s forehead. It was cool, as expected.

“The effect doesn’t last very long.”

“What effect?”

Sibel wondered if he’d slipped him some kind of medicine without his knowing and asked. Aizen’s gaze then shifted to Sibel’s lower body.

Oh, damn it, I remember.

“Ah… that effect.”

That thing, better than medicine, on that perverted body. Sibel suddenly realized that if he kept talking like this, yesterday’s situation might repeat itself. Even the familiar ceiling patterns suddenly looked lewd, which was a big problem.

“Right.”

So Sibel quickly pulled the blanket over himself and turned away. He was scared that if he kept looking into those obsidian eyes, his own eyes might roll back and he’d be the one doing something first.

As he lay still, pretending to sleep, real sleep began to wash over him. There was no need to keep pretending; Sibel’s breathing soon shifted into sleep mode.

He thought he heard rustling behind him, but seeing no other movement, it seemed Aizen had returned to his own room.

And so, Sibel fell back into a deep sleep.

***

A burning heat engulfed his entire body. The firm hand that had been caressing his skin now gripped his wrist.

Resigning himself to the desperate touch, as if determined not to let go, he surrendered his entire body helplessly.

‘Ah…. Deep, so deep… Haah….’

A hard cock thrusts into the tightly stretched hole below, tearing through every sensation. It plunges in and pulls out, then fills the hole again, deeper.

‘Ugh… Slowly… Slowly.’

Thrashing in unbearable pleasure, he strokes the head of the person pressing down on him with trembling hands. The other, licking and biting his neck like a beast, was in a trance.

“…My love.”

When he called him, a tingling sensation spread from the spot his lips touched on his neck throughout his entire body. Waves spread through his body like currents washing beneath his skin.

Who am I making love to? Black hair? Is this Aizen? No. He wouldn’t be this… respectful.

There’s no need to impose personal opinions on a dream figure. This wasn’t his own memory.

The member thrusting into the thoroughly wet hole kept moving. The other, still with his face buried in his shoulder, cried.

Why is this person crying…? They look sad.

‘Haa…. Don’t abandon me.’

While being this close. Feeling each other deeply. Sharing warmth…, why would words of abandonment come out?

Curiosity and astonishment made his mouth open wide.

‘Everything will be okay. The wounds will… heal soon.’

Pat pat, a touch that felt like soothing the other person. While the overwhelming pleasure threatened to melt his brain, he soothed the other.

‘Ah… Ugh, Haah, Ah!’

As if angered by the gentle words, the other’s movements grew rough. Aggressive and pitiful, as if trying to carve himself deeper, deeper into him.

Squelching, lewd sounds teased his eardrums. The teeth embedded in his neck dug in sharper. They nibbled and sucked at his skin, trying to leave their mark on every corner of his body.

His slick, wet body had not a single spot untouched by the other’s mouth.

‘Haah, uh, mmm!’

Pleasure that seemed unbearable boiled and bubbled up. Finally, a trail of hot tears formed at the corners of his feverish eyes.

The other, who had been thrusting his hips as if to force his very existence inside him, suddenly embraced him as if his body would shatter.

‘Haah, haah…’

Hot semen spreads deep inside. Sticky sweat glistens between bodies locked together so tightly not even a sheet of paper could slip between them.

The vibration of rising and falling chests, the lewd scent, the tender flesh tingling with pain, and the still-pulsing point of union.

As the other moves, black hair spills out. Long arms grip the side of the cheek. His massive body looms like a great beast. Every inch of his muscular frame is covered in dense scars. Old wounds, fresh cuts, marks the world has left behind are everywhere.

A hand rises. It traces the deep scar etched into the other’s collarbone.

The gaze slowly lifts. The other’s jaw, cheek, and then eyes.

Angry eyes. No, are they flashing? He almost looks like a predator hunting. Yet, he is also sad. Sorrow is visible within those burning eyes.

A hand strokes his cheek. The other tilts his head where the touch lands. The man’s face, too large for the small hand, rests there respectfully. The man’s eyelids lower. 

A thin stream of tears falls drop by drop.

A mouth opens.

‘Levi….’

In an instant, the background changed. It was no longer the cozy space where they had been making love.

Boom-! Crash-!

Suddenly, a shower of light like shooting stars pours down from the sky. So many things sparkle in the black sky that it’s impossible to tell if it’s day or night.

Staring at a sky that should feel beautiful, tears flow strangely.

Life on the ground is dying. Burnt vegetation, humans and demons whose lives are fading, a river stained red….

Horrific screams pour in from all directions like the sharp wind cutting through leaves. It’s utter chaos.

It’s horrific. It’s hopeless.

‘This isn’t the world I dreamed of…’

The despair is crushing.

Crack, crack. A splitting sound echoes.

It sounded like the protagonist’s heart shattering within the dream.

My body feels strange.

***

After Sibel fell asleep, Aizen sat comfortably in one corner of his room, reading a book. There were several reasons he couldn’t leave the room.

First, he was worried about Sibel’s physical condition.

Second, it was an impure, selfish desire for which he had no real excuse.

“Hmm…”

Sibel, who was supposed to be fast asleep, kept tossing and turning, which bothered him. His eyes read the words, turned the pages, but nothing registered in his mind. Was it because his entire focus was on the figure in the bed? 

After tossing and turning for a long while, Sibel groaned. Was he having a nightmare? He should be fine to look at openly since he was asleep, but Aizen kept stealing glances, his gaze moving back and forth restlessly.

“You’re quite the noisy one.”

Watching Sibel, who was now tossing and turning, Aizen closed his book for a moment. Who cares what anyone says? Why should he even hold a book and watch for reactions?

He quietly observed Sibel. From head to toe, Sibel was pale, making him feel like that even in this one room, he might vanish into thin air at any moment.

That’s why Aizen always felt pleased whenever Sibel showed such devotion, as if he were destined to guard this Demon King’s Castle forever. As long as Sibel guarded the castle for life, he could keep seeing him here.

Besides, he was a little worried about letting Sibel out into the world. No, very worried.

Getting scammed somewhere would be the least of it. How many pests would swarm him because of his pretty face? And despite being defensive, he’s so curious he’d inevitably stick his head into dangerous places.

Is being fearful the same as being cautious? Sibel’s balance is seriously off, way off. But that very aspect… is kind of cute.

He chuckled. Watching Sibel always did that to him. Even when he frowned, he’d find himself completely relaxed.

Leaning back against the sofa’s armrest, Aizen propped his head up with his hand. The angle of Sibel lying down shifted in his tilted field of vision.

“…Levi.”

Aizen’s eyes, which had been fixed on him, flashed fiercely at the sudden sound of Sibel’s voice.

“Twice isn’t a mistake.”

Whenever Sibel fell asleep in front of Aizen, that name invariably came out. The first time, he thought it might be an accident, but experiencing it twice made it clear. The more he tried to guess who that name referred to, the more the veins on Aizen’s forehead stood out.

His slouching posture gradually straightened. His nerves were gnawing at him. It was an unpleasant sensation. An ugly impulse surged, making him want to go strangle someone.

But then something happened.

Magic suddenly erupted from Sibel’s body. Irregular waves instantly filled the room. Startled, Aizen hurriedly rose from the sofa.