Little Pink Starfish

Rather than grabbing him by the collar or yanking his hair—anything else—being rendered immobile from someone grabbing his genitals for the first time in his life left Ishar staring at Veloan in disbelief.

While he hesitated, unsure of how to shake off that hand, Veloan moved down on his knees and did something Ishar couldn’t have imagined.

“Ve-Veloan…!”

Chomp.
At the sensation he had never experienced before, his body and heart jolted violently, without mercy.

As if nothing was wrong, Veloan lightly held his trembling hand against his own hair and looked straight up at his hesitant master. Then, as if to make a point, he slowly ran his tongue up the length of Ishar’s member.

That was only the beginning. Having properly settled into position, Veloan lifted his head again to the unfamiliar sensation, licking and sucking the erect shaft of the penis. With his idle hand, he steadily massaged the testicles, adding stimulation.

Ishar covered his mouth with his hand. If he didn’t, he felt he would let out an uncontrollable moan.

Every nerve in his body focused on Veloan’s movements—it was a different kind of stimulation from when he had been teased by his touch.

“Hhngh…”

His back lurched as Veloan took the glans, dripping with clear glandular fluid, into his mouth. The stimulation was incredible, even though only a small portion of it touched the damp, hot mucous membrane.

“If you do this, hic, no, Veloan, you mustn’t do this…!”

His master’s cries were ignored by the naughty apprentice. Veloan’s tongue wrapped around the glans, rubbing and licking.

He sucked on the tip like it was candy, occasionally rubbing it against the roof of his mouth to stimulate it.

Ishar’s patience was quickly wearing thin. Veloan, staring up persistently at Ishar’s face twisted in pleasure, parted his lips.

“What do you mean, ‘you mustn’t’?”

“Th-that, hic!”

Smack. The moment Ishar opened his mouth, Veloan—as if he’d been waiting for it—took the tip into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue between the slit. Ishar looked down at him with a gaze full of resentment.

“You need to answer me, Master.”

As if even Ishar’s trembling was endearing, Veloan lifted the corners of his mouth in a soft smile.

His lips were glistening, slick with a transparent sheen.

Noticing that Ishar’s gaze had fixed on his lips, Veloan deliberately rubbed his cheek against Ishar’s fully erect member, then pressed a kiss to it. The act was so blatantly obscene that Ishar’s already flushed cheeks deepened in color.

“I have no intention of doing this kind of thing with you. Hngh, stop—”

You’d think he’d at least pause when someone was trying to speak. As Veloan gently licked the tip, Ishar looked down at him with a resentful glare.

“That’s strange.”

“There’s nothing strange about it.”

“Then why, Master, did you allow me to kiss you three times, touch me in return, and even when I had you beneath me—why didn’t you push me away? Why did you hold me instead?”

“……!”

At the mention of something he thought Veloan couldn’t possibly remember, Ishar’s trembling body noticeably froze.

“One more thing. If you don’t love me, then why—every time I had a nightmare—did you hold my hand through it, coughing up blood to calm me by giving me your magic?”

“How do you…”

“If that’s not love, then what is it? You never let it show, not even once, fearing it would worry me—though I know it must have hurt more than death, your heart twisting and breaking inside. Even so, you endured that pain and gave me your magic. If it’s not love, then how could you go so far as to shorten your very lifespan for me?”

Slick. Veloan sat up, resting on one raised knee. Ishar, startled but thinking the worst had passed, let down his guard for a moment—only for Veloan to continue.

“Ishar. From the day we first met until now, I’ve remembered and deeply felt every bit of love you’ve given me. This isn’t the love between a teacher and his student. It’s a love I could never repay, even with a lifetime.”

Veloan doesn’t know of Ishar’s “sin.”

“I aided the ones who threw your childhood into hell. I’m a sinner, unworthy of atonement even if I gave my life to you…”

Ishar bit back the words that instinctively rose to his lips.

“So then, the vow you made with your heart—that you would make me your empress—that must not have been a lie or a misunderstanding.”

At the subtle shift in Veloan’s tone, Ishar narrowed his brow and asked,

“And if it was a misunderstanding?”

“I’ll go astray.”

“What?”

“I may not look it, but I know very well how to fall apart. And you, ‘Master,’ will be quite shocked.”

Was it just his imagination? Suddenly, the original Veloan came to mind—the one from the story—who treated everyone but Yujin as less than human, like insects, and who led the Lucheist Empire to ruin.

“So… was it a misunderstanding? Was the promise to make me your empress never real? Are you saying that everything I lived for—everything I worked toward, dreaming of the day I could stand at your side—was meaningless?”

“…Even so, I didn’t say it like that, like some kind of trash.”

“By calling it a misunderstanding, you’ve already said as much. So—are you going to answer me?”

“……”

Ishar agonized fiercely—so much that it cooled the heat that had consumed his mind just moments ago.

If he said it was a misunderstanding, Veloan would absolutely go astray. Ishar knew his personality well enough to be certain.

‘For now, let’s get through this moment. Later, before he realizes the truth, I’ll pass on the throne and disappear. I’ll even give him the Empress’s tiara and circlet. That counts as giving him the position, doesn’t it? If he really starts to lose control, I’ll bind it with a new magic contract—one even he can’t escape. And once Veloan meets Jin, who just came of age this year, he’ll realize his true feelings. Jin’s graduating early too, so there’s still time…’

In the span of a single breath, Ishar finished all his thoughts. Then, wearing a look of solemn determination, he met Veloan’s gaze.

“It wasn’t a misunderstanding.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Then get off me alre—hngh, why again…!”

Ishar cried out in frustration as the hand wrapped around his penis once more, which had barely lowered its head while he spoke.

At that, Veloan let out a laugh so charming it was almost exasperating, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as he replied,

“Didn’t you just acknowledge me as your empress? Our hearts have aligned—now it’s time for our bodies to do the same.”

“Isn’t… isn’t that a bit too fast?”

“From the day you vowed yourself to me with your heart, my body and soul have been steeped in love—only for you, Ishar. I can’t endure it any longer.”

The word love flustered Ishar, but he quickly composed himself and asked cautiously,

“Can’t you… try to hold back a little?”

“I can’t.”

His breathing was already ragged. Only then did Ishar see it—he saw Veloan’s lower body.

The moment his eyes finally, unconsciously, landed on the place he’d been avoiding all along, Ishar’s mouth fell open in shock. Though embarrassed by the openly stunned stare, Veloan shyly undid his trousers himself.

Don’t take it off! Ishar pleaded silently, desperately, but it was too late. Thunk. With a soft sound, its overwhelming size was revealed—and Ishar was left utterly speechless.

Pressing himself close between Ishar’s legs, Beloan gently rubbed his erect penis against Ishar’s, dripping with a clear fluid.

As the weight settled fully atop him and their bodies met even more explicitly, Ishar flinched. In that moment, Veloan took hold of the hand that had been gripping the sheets and guided it to wrap around his member.

“Yours are the hands I want to touch me.”

Hot breath brushed against his face. What Ishar held in his hand was even hotter than that breath. Whether it was from the simple fact that Ishar was touching him or something more, Veloan’s arousal surged with tension he could feel pulsing in real time—and Ishar’s mouth went dry.

If I make him finish now, we can end this without going all the way… right?

Yes—surely, that would be enough. Repeating it like a mantra to steady himself, Ishar steeled his resolve.

With a determined expression, he slowly began to move his hand. After all, it wasn’t the first time he’d helped Veloan with this.

Of course, unlike those other times, Veloan seemed to be in his right mind now. Still, to get through this situation, Ishar was willing to endure this level of embarrassment.

“Haah… Ishar.”

“Hngh…!”

As Ishar moved his hand, Veloan began to move his as well, as if in sync.

When Veloan’s hand gripped and stroked his shaft, stimulating him with deliberate pressure, Ishar’s breath once again turned ragged.

The heat that had barely subsided began to spread slowly through his body once more. Their rhythm quickened. Gripping Veloan’s burning arousal in his hand and watching his face flush deeper with excitement, Ishar clenched his teeth tightly.

Each time their movements caused the pre-slick shaft to rub and Ishar’s hand to glide along its length, the wet, sticky sounds that followed only fueled the heat building between them.

Ishar met the red eyes that hadn’t left him for a single moment. He knew that gaze well.

Even back when Veloan had lost all reason, just before climax, his eyes had looked exactly the same as they did now.

That gaze alone made Ishar feel as though he were being violated, heightening every nerve in his body. As he neared his peak, strength drained from his hand, and his movements began to slow.

Then, Veloan’s hand closed over the back of Ishar’s.

Driven by the firm pressure of that grip, Ishar reflexively squeezed tighter and moved with more force. And soon after—both of them climaxed together.

“Hngh… haa, haa…”

“Ishar… ah… it feels so good. Ishar…”

Veloan murmured in a low, trembling voice as he completely laid his body over Ishar’s.

It had been Ishar’s second climax, and the overwhelming stimulation at the end—beyond anything he could control—had left him utterly exhausted.

And so, Ishar simply focused on catching his breath, leaving Veloan to lick and nibble at his neck and throat without resistance.

“…Veloan?”

Veloan had finally pulled back after noisily suckling at Ishar’s ear and neck. That alone had been a relief. Ishar had even dared to believe—for a brief, blissful moment—that things might finally be over.

That is, until Veloan reached for a small glass bottle from the nightstand.

“What are you… planning to do?”

His hypersensitive senses picked up a new scent amidst the thick, nighttime musk that filled the room. There was no mistaking it—what Veloan held in his hand was clearly oil.