Chapter 19.4
Chapter 19.4
Warning: NSFW
He caresses my inner thighs, fingers brushing softly at the most sensitive of regions. Seeing my… d-dick hard and erect and wet, he reaches out and wraps his hand gently around it.
“Did someone give you a drink?” Alfred asks, displeasure apparent on his face. “Or maybe smeared something on you?” Hot finger tips explore my entire body, leaving no nook or cranny unsearched.
I think I’m about to faint.
It feels so good.
This is bad. This can’t continue.
My rationality crumbles away with his every touch?
”Lian. Did you drink something from someone?”
“Ahh, stop… Yes, I-I did… S-stop touching!”
Alfred obeys.
Relieved at the loss of physical contact, I slump back onto the bed, trying to calm my breathing.
“He… spiked my tea. When I took a sip…”
“Who did it?”
“Who… It’s?”
Just as I nearly answer his question, I quickly bite my tongue.
I probably shouldn’t tell him. Yes, it’s better not to let him know about it.
In the first place, Alfred shouldn’t need to concern himself with this.
I thoughtlessly asked him for help, but asking for more is?
“Ah no… aahh!”
His fingers start moving again, rubbing the tip of my cock. I gasp, my hips unconsciously bucking up as pearls of precum drip down the base of my length.
Even without looking, I can feel myself leaking heavily.
“Do you know his name?”
“N-name?”
Seeing that I won’t say any more, Alfred pumps my cock. I shiver.
“S-sto?”
“Do you know him?”
He resumes rubbing the tip, spreading the wetness all over. The heat. A moan almost escapes my lips, but I hold it down just in time. Alfred frowns.
“It’s someone you know, isn’t it? If it is, tell me his name.”
Should I just tell him?
No, I absolutely can’t do that.
Because Alfred, the future hero, won’t ever cross paths with Serpentine. Both in the present and in the future. Plus, what has happened already happened.
Noticing my desire to ignore his questions, he pumps my cock quicker, giving me no time to catch my breath.
“A-ah!”
My entire field of vision turns red and white. My consciousness clouds over until the only thing I can focus on is the intense stimulus. The pleasure running through my entire body is too much, almost painful, and the neurons in my brain feel on fire.
“A-Al, s-stop! No more! I-I’ll answer… H-his name is Serpentine!”
“Serpentine…”
As Alfred finally loosens his grip, my body sinks to the sheets. I desperately try to catch my breath.
This truly sucks.
Well, he’d eventually get it out from me anyway.
Alfred clicks his tongue. “So it’s that guy,” he mutters to himself.
“You know him?”
“Yeah. I heard about him from the people in our class.”
I see.
My seatmates also talk about that Serpentine quite often. So it’s natural for Alfred’s seatmates to do so as well.
They’re always saying things like the captain is the coolest. What a lie. He’s a complete jerk.
“A-Al, let g-go already.”
He’s still touching me, the heat from his palms searing into my skin, stimulating my body to react again. Heat pools into my belly, into my groin. If this keeps going on, I will?
“When did you meet him? After the match?”
“Noo, stop it… Please, no more!”
“If you tell me properly, I’ll let go.”
Alfred stares at me, eyes stern. As if warning that he won’t forgive me should I hide anything from him.
Panting for air, I realize the difficulty in maintaining my silence.
It’s already settled that he won’t let me go anyway. If he goes further than this… my sense and reasoning will most likely crumble to nothing. Rather than reveal everything in delirium, I want to do it while I still have the capacity to think about my choice of words. “I understand…”
Alfred nods before finally releasing his grip.
“Did you meet him after the end of the match?”
I nod in reply. To which Alfred nods again, prompting me to continue. His face is still twisted into a frown.
“And then? What happened?”
“He said he had some things to discuss with me. So he took me to… a hotel…”
“Are you stupid?!” he yells the moment I let out the last word. I close my eyes out of reflex and shrink away from him.
“He wanted to scout me! I was going to reject him, but he said he had already reserved a place and prepared a carriage for our meeting. And in front of everyone, he also said that he had spoken to my father about the matter. I-I had no choice! I had planned to go home immediately after rejecting him…”
From Alfred’s direction comes a strangled gasp. Have I displeased him?
Timidly, I look up at his face. But all I see is a slightly awkward expression.
“I understand now… Sorry for yelling at you. I was very upset, and you didn’t seem to want to talk about it. I’m the one in the wrong here. And I probably overdid it. I’m truly sorry, I-”
“Al?”
“It’s nothing. What happened next?”
“A-and then… I rejected his proposal about joining the Royal Palace Knights. I said that I would return home. But he suddenly pushed me down. Fortunately, I managed to run away from the hotel even while drugged.”
A moment of silence. Then Alfred breaks the silence and said, “…Should I kill him?”