In the aftermath of ecstasy, Ishar’s unfocused eyes slowly regained their clarity, once more reflecting the world and shimmering with light. Then, his gaze met Veloan’s. With a deliberately gentle tone, Veloan wiped a streak of semen from Ishar’s abdomen with his fingers and held it up, whispering sweetly, “Do you enjoy me that much?…

Huuuh… A shallow breath, half-moan, slipped from parted lips. As their kisses grew deeper and more intoxicating, Ishar’s once-clear mind became hazy, as though drunk on heat. Is this… what love is? He asked himself this as his hands traced over Veloan’s body, caressing him with a tenderness that bordered on reverence. Gently, intimately. Eventually,…

Squeeze—as Ishar tried to raise his body, Veloan pressed down on his chest with his weight. “Why…” “I’m not so weak that you need to take care of me anymore. So why—why do you still see me as someone who needs protecting?” “That’s not—” “If that’s not it, then why do you feel guilty toward…

Somehow, there was a clear hint of amusement in Veloan’s voice. If Ishar had turned his upper body to look at Veloan’s face, he would have seen that his expression was no different. “That’s why I meant—don’t be so definite with your statements.” As soon as he finished speaking, Ishar realized that his words could…

“Humans are beings easily swayed by desire.” That was a line Ishar had once read in a book. And something he had come to realize firsthand through his dealings with the nobility. Even so, Ishar had vowed he would never be like them—those who fell to sin or shameful behavior due to their desires. He…

“They said you just had to infuse a little magic into magic-related tools and they’d give you 200 gold coins. But you had to stay in one place for a month, with room and board provided. They invited me to join too, but I couldn’t be away for that long… so I had to turn…

“When did I ever seduce you? Besides, Glen will be here soon.” “Then I’ll touch you after the audience.” “No.” Ishar shot him a glare, laced with a clear message to stop spouting nonsense and go back to his seat. Thankfully, though Veloan stared longingly at Ishar with dewy eyes full of regret, he stood…

Still catching his breath from the lingering sensation of release, Ishar hurriedly reached into his clothes. His hand trembled pathetically from the aftershocks of pleasure, fumbling before he finally managed to pull out a handkerchief. He brought it to the corner of Veloan’s mouth. “I’m sorry—really, I’m so sorry. Just spit it out, quickl—huh…?” His…

The slightly widened red eyes, as if surprised, captured the sight of Ishar. “Ah…” As Veloan’s gaze fell upon Ishar’s hand gripping his wrist, a single clear tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes gradually sparkling with joy. Seeing that, Ishar felt like he wanted to give him anything. “I didn’t reject you because I…

Since Duke Superzen hadn’t attended the banquet, it was clear the young man his steward was frantically searching for had to be the duke’s cherished grandson—Glen. “So he’s lost track of the boy.” Ishar subtly moved his fingers atop his knee, as if idly fidgeting—though it was a command. First directive: identify and locate subject.…