Little Pink Starfish

The moment Veloan tried to position himself between Ishar’s legs again, Ishar hastily clamped them shut and yanked the nearby blanket over his lower half in a panic.

Just the fact that Veloan had brought that oil made his intentions painfully clear!

“Don’t worry, Ishar. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Take care of what, exactly? And why are you undressing? Put your clothes back on.”

He didn’t want to sound flustered, but seeing Veloan shrug off his shirt quickly shook his composure.

Veloan untied the cravat around his neck, then slipped off his vest. Even the simple act of unbuttoning his neatly fastened shirt looked indecent when he did it.

Momentarily forgetting his embarrassment, Ishar found himself staring, almost entranced. And when Veloan’s body was fully revealed, he involuntarily swallowed hard.

“He’s… in better shape than I am…”

He’d already known, from various incidents, that Veloan had a well-built body—but seeing it this clearly was something else entirely.

Especially his chest. While there was undeniable physical allure, it also sparked curiosity. Ishar had trained his body too, after all.

“From the muscle definition, he’s clearly proficient not just in swordsmanship but probably in most forms of physical combat. It’s like he’s been deliberately maintaining it… Did he go through things that magic alone couldn’t protect him from?”

While Ishar found himself imagining what Veloan might have endured during the time he didn’t know about, Veloan—now fully naked and sensing Ishar’s intense gaze—smiled and spoke.

“You can touch, if you’d like.”

“Ahem. Don’t be ridiculous. Just… pick up your clothes and get dressed.”

The offer was extremely tempting, but Ishar quickly dropped his gaze, pretending not to have heard.

However, when Veloan sat down directly in front of him, practically pressing against his legs, eyes sparkling as he stared up at him in silence, Ishar had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“…No.”

Even without words, Ishar could tell just by looking into his eyes.

Veloan was entirely set on seeing this through to the end with him.

The way Veloan toyed with the bottle of perfumed oil and smiled was visually overwhelming for Ishar.

But the moment he glanced down and saw what was between Veloan’s legs, all that visual stimulation vanished—he just wanted to run away from this place.

“Veloan, listen to me.”

“Speak, Master. I always lend my ear to your words.”

“If you say you’ll listen, then why are you trying to take the blanket away? Leave it.”

“But ‘Master’, I can’t just put it in like this. You’ll get hurt.”

“…!”

Squeeze. Ishar’s body trembled slightly under the grip of the large hand on his thigh. Seeing that reaction only seemed to please Veloan, who moved his hand with gleaming red eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

As Veloan’s hand secretly swept up Ishar’s leg, it eventually moved to target between his buttocks. Ishar hurriedly grabbed Veloan’s wrist. Fortunately, the motion stopped.

Just as Ishar let out a sigh of relief inwardly, Veloan—as if he’d been waiting for this very moment—suddenly yanked the blanket away. There wasn’t even time to stop him.

The blanket that had been shielding his lower body fell helplessly to the floor beside the bed.

As Ishar flinched at the sudden exposure to the air, Veloan’s gaze blatantly swept between his legs.

“Wait—Veloan, didn’t I tell you to listen?”

“I am listening.”

“I have no intention of sharing a bed with you!”

At Ishar’s scream-like outburst, the red eyes that had been savoring the sight of his tightly closed legs like they were a delectable fruit finally met his violet ones.

‘Damn it, he looks just like he did when he was a chickpea!’

The sulky expression on Veloan’s face hadn’t changed at all since he was young. And because of that, Ishar’s resolve to harshly push him away began to weaken on its own.

Would you like to continue from here?

“You need to calm down. Even if, as you say, you were to become my empress—mmph!”

It happened in an instant. With his expression suddenly hardening, Veloan leaned over Ishar’s upper body and devoured his lips.

Before he could react, a soft, slippery tongue was already invading his mouth. Ishar tried to push him away with both legs, but failed.

Instead, he ended up pinned under Veloan’s weight, his legs awkwardly twisted to the side.

He wanted to turn his body completely to the side, but the way Veloan’s tongue tangled with his—like he meant to devour him—made even moving difficult.

As Ishar was helplessly overwhelmed by his disciple’s sensual, aggressive tongue invading his mouth, he flinched in surprise at the heavy heat pressing against him between his buttocks.

‘Damn it…’

Because of their position, Ishar could feel Veloan’s arousal in vivid, unmistakable detail. He couldn’t understand why he was this worked up in the first place.

Hadn’t he already climaxed once? Even after that, his arousal hadn’t completely subsided—but it had never been this hard before.

Every time Ishar felt Veloan’s erection, pressing eagerly against his backside without release, tensing with anticipation, he was overcome with the urge to cry instead.

If it weren’t Veloan in front of him, he would’ve cut off that weapon-like thing and shoved him away without hesitation. And he might’ve even burned it to make sure it never came near him again.

But it was Veloan. Of all people, it had to be Veloan!

It had only been three years since he’d reunited with his beloved student. And now, with a string of misfortunes piling up, Ishar knew this was all happening because Veloan had misunderstood something—possibly even his own feelings—due to Ishar’s actions. Knowing that, Ishar didn’t know what to do.

“Ah, Ishar.”

Veloan pulled away just enough to smile in bliss. His cheeks were flushed, and his voice trembled faintly with joy—an emotion so raw and vivid, it was impossible to fake.

“Hearing you call me ‘my empress’ with your own lips… Please, say more. I’m always happy when you call my name, but hearing that I’m your empress—directly from you—fills me with such joy. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Don’t lose your mind—just get off me, would you?”

Ishar offered a compromise, but Veloan didn’t listen in the slightest.

“Wait, wait—Veloan.”

He panicked as Veloan opened the cap of the perfumed oil bottle once again. Ishar wriggled, trying to lift his upper body, but it only made things worse.

As Veloan’s thick erection, pressed closely against Ishar’s backside, rubbed against his skin, Veloan let out a languid sigh—haa—full of heat.

In response, Ishar’s movements instinctively came to a halt.

“Don’t worry, Ishar. I’ve studied a lot beyond what you taught me.”

As he said this, Veloan poured the perfumed oil into his hand. In the process, some of it spilled onto Ishar’s body, releasing a strong, heady scent.

It was the fragrance of roses—the very one traditionally used by newlyweds on their wedding night in the Empire.

Veloan’s fingers, now thoroughly coated in the perfumed oil, pressed firmly between the cleft of Ishar’s buttocks.

He’s really going to put it in!

The shock doubled as his disciple’s hand touched a place that had never, in either this life or the last, been touched by anyone else.

What on earth could he say to make this boy give up?

As Ishar was desperately racking his brain, driven by pure survival instinct, a sudden thought flashed through his mind. He grabbed Veloan’s wrist.

“Wait.”

“Ishar…”

“Convince me.”

“Convince you of what? Please answer quickly, if possible. I feel like I’m about to explode.”

As he said that, Veloan eased his lower body back slightly, which had been pressing firmly against Ishar’s backside.

And because of that, Ishar saw it—Veloan’s erection, more aroused than when they had pleasured each other by hand, the veins bulging in a way that felt almost threatening.

Veloan’s erection, so hard it nearly touched his lower abdomen, was visibly dripping clear fluid, unmistakably yearning to enter the place it sought.

With movements as stiff as a wooden puppet, Ishar finally tore his gaze away, forcing himself to speak about something that, until now, had gone unconsidered amidst the momentum of the situation.

“Why are you the one trying to put it in? If you’re going to be the empress, like you said, shouldn’t it be me entering you?”

He wore a deliberately serious expression—though in his current state, it was hardly convincing—and pointed out the issue. Veloan blinked in response.

It wasn’t exactly a positive reaction, but it was a valid point, and the fact that Veloan didn’t answer right away gave Ishar a surge of confidence.

“An empress is the one who receives the emperor,” Ishar declared. “Veloan.”

“Mmh, that’s certainly true.”

That’s it! This is the way!

At last seeming convinced, Veloan pulled away completely.

Ishar quickly sat up in bed, relieved, thinking this might finally be over.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Veloan grabbed both of Ishar’s ankles and yanked him back toward himself.

Caught completely off guard, Ishar was pulled down onto the bed again. Stunned, he simply blinked in shock, and when he finally came to his senses and looked at Veloan, he saw him smirking with his hips pressed snugly between Ishar’s legs.

“Veloan!”

“‘The empress receives the emperor. And in turn, the emperor must also embrace and respect the empress—so that their hearts may never fall out of sync, and cherish one another as if their lives depended on it.’ Those were your teachings, Master.”

“Technically true, but…”

“And, Master, you only ever taught me how to embrace men and women, did you not?”

Damn. Now that he thought about it, Veloan was right. Back then, Ishar had just assumed Veloan would end up with Yujin, so he had only taught him how to take someone, not how to be taken.

Wait, but if you know how to take someone, wouldn’t you naturally understand how to be taken too? Is there even a different method for that?

While Ishar was momentarily flustered by this unexpected oversight, Veloan seized the opportunity.

“So now, I’m simply putting your teachings into practice, Master.”

And before the words had even fully left his mouth, Veloan’s lips were already on his.