Chapter 48
“…Jeha-nim?”
As Jeha continuously sighed, Hereis called out with a puzzled voice. That familiar, ‘I know nothing’ demeanor somehow subtly infuriated Jeha.
“Jeha-nim.”
Hereis called again. Deep within Jeha’s chest, the black dragon stirred. Lowering the hands that covered his face, Jeha revealed a slight smile, his teeth barely showing.
Jeha waved his hand, dispelling the sound-muffling barrier that enveloped the carriage’s interior. Then, he spoke with a sly grin.
“Make some noise.”
“…Noise, you say?”
Hereis asked, a little slowly. Jeha nodded, a fresh, cheerful smile gracing his face.
“Isn’t it normal for sounds to be made when the carriage shakes this much? If you make noises as if Marquis Belgarga is doing this and that to you, our relationship will appear more solid to those outside. Don’t you agree, Archbishop Hereis?”
Hereis gazed at him for a moment before nodding. Then, with that utterly pure face, he opened his mouth. It seemed he was about to make a sound.
However, Hereis made no sound at all. It was impossible to tell if he didn’t know what kind of sound to make, or if he was simply too embarrassed to make strange noises by himself.
“I’ll help you.”
Jeha declared readily, then lunged at Hereis.
“J-Je… Marquis!”
Hereis, startled, tried to call Jeha by his name but quickly changed the address. Jeha didn’t care either way, promptly settling onto Hereis’s lap. Then, with both hands… he began mercilessly tickling Hereis’s sides.
“Ah! Je, no… Your Excellency, Marquis, this is too sudden…! How could you… Ahh, ah, uh, hmph…!”
Jeha, having reached maximum level in tickling skills from playing with friends, knew exactly how and where to tickle to maximize torment. And sure enough, Hereis began to writhe and groan under Jeha’s touch.
“Haah… hmph… Je, Marquis, Your Ex-cellency, huhh… This is too much, aahh…”
Hereis, finding the tickling more painful than amusing, struggled to push Jeha’s hands away. But who was Jeha? The Demon King, no less. When Jeha set his mind to something, Hereis’s resistance was nothing. Jeha focused on Hereis’s ribs and armpits, tickling him without mercy. Hereis, having been entrusted to the temple from a young age and raised under strict rules, would never have experienced such playful tickling.
“Your Excellency, ah, please stop now…! Ah, I can’t endure it any longer… It’s agonizing… Hmph, how can you do this, aahh…!”
From Hereis’s lips, strange, alluring moans naturally escaped. The carriage creaked and swayed, and Hereis’s groans grew steadily louder. Jeha, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“Why? Is it difficult? Are you in pain, Archbishop Hereis?”
“Ah-uh… Ah, uh… It’s, it’s agonizing…! Ahh… Please, just for a moment, stop… Ah-uh…”
“Twisting your body so pleasurably like this, even if you tell me to stop… I can’t tell if you truly want me to or not, Archbishop. Isn’t it enjoyable? I’m having a wonderful time. I could keep this up for hours.”
“Ah—. Aahh… Please, stop…”
Hereis gasped for breath, his moans turning into ragged pants. His face was flushed crimson. While tickling might provoke laughter for a short while, prolonged tickling inevitably becomes agonizing. There was a reason tickling was once used as a form of torture.
Only after a long session of tickling Hereis did Jeha finally feel a sense of relief. The feeling of being swayed by Hereis had somewhat dissipated. When he stopped tickling and removed his hands, Hereis gasped for breath, looking as if he had just been saved from drowning. His clothes were disheveled from his prolonged struggles.
Jeha waved his hand, restoring the sound-muffling barrier to the carriage. Only then did he let out the laughter he had been holding in, chuckling gleefully.
“How was that? The sounds came out perfectly, didn’t they?”
As Jeha asked, laughing at his own amusement, Hereis gave him a slightly resentful look. Watching him, Jeha’s laughter slowly faded as he noticed the redness around Hereis’s eyes, where a hint of tears glistened.
A moment of silence descended.
Jeha realized that Hereis’s thighs, where he was seated, were firmer than he had expected. He also became aware of how closely their bodies were pressed together, and how hot the ragged breaths against his neck felt.
Hereis’s disheveled appearance, with his eyes reddened, was… excessively stimulating. Jeha, at some point, found himself embracing Hereis’s firm forearms wrapped around his waist, and began to babble incoherently.
“Y-you’ve never been tickled before, have you? I pride myself on being the best in the tickling world, you know. Anyone I lay my hands on just screams… and…”
The faces, already close, drew even nearer. The forearms wrapped around his waist pulled Jeha tighter. His hands, having nowhere else to go, eventually embraced Hereis’s shoulders.
“From now on, I’d prefer if you only did that to me. That, tickling.”
Hereis whispered from a distance so close their lips almost touched. His breath was still hot. No, it felt even hotter.
Without either of them initiating, their lips met. Hereis’s lips, having just been tormented, were incredibly hot.
Between the warm lips, a hot tongue emerged, delving between Jeha’s lips. Jeha felt the heat emanating from Hereis’s tongue and slowly closed his eyes. The forearms around Jeha’s waist and the arms around Hereis’s neck tightened further. Their bodies were completely pressed together without a single gap. Chest to chest, Jeha could feel the rapid thump-thump of Hereis’s heartbeat.
*Creak— Creak— Creak—.*
Even as their kiss deepened, the carriage seats gently rocked up and down. The creaking of the carriage, echoing in their ears, sounded incredibly lewd. In rhythm with the carriage’s creaking, their closely pressed bodies naturally rubbed against each other. Hereis’s body, rubbing against him, was incredibly firm, unlike what one might expect from a priest who had dedicated his life to asceticism. For the first time, Jeha felt a strong, masculine allure from him. Sitting atop such a body sent shivers throughout his own.
Hot breaths exchanged between kisses. His entire body grew warm, and his lower abdomen tingled. Between Hereis’s firmly spread thighs, Jeha felt something very hard. An aroused man’s penis—ordinarily, if it had been someone else, he would have been horrified and fled immediately. But now, the sensation of that firm object pressing against Jeha’s body was so incredibly erotic, so utterly lewd, that Jeha’s face flushed crimson.
Jeha’s own member was not quiet either. It was painfully hard.
Due to their bodies being fully pressed together, every time the carriage creaked, their genitals inadvertently rubbed lightly against each other through their clothes. Jeha, engrossed in the kiss, struggled to suppress his moans. But he simply couldn’t endure the strange, depraved contact he was experiencing for the first time.
“Uh-uh…”
Jeha groaned softly, feeling the large, firm penis rubbing against his own. His spine tingled as if he had been electrocuted. It felt maddeningly good. His hips naturally began to thrust, chasing the pleasure.
“Haah… Jeha-nim… if you move like that…”
Hereis exhaled a hot breath, calling Jeha’s name. Opening his eyes, Jeha saw Hereis’s vibrant blue eyes, filled with an intense heat he had never witnessed before.
“Hereis…”
Jeha, too, whispered Hereis’s name, his voice filled with heat. Without needing to speak, they understood each other’s feelings and desires. In this moment, they both wanted each other.
“Wait, don’t move, uh…!”
Hereis whispered, pulling Jeha’s waist tightly. But it was impossible to tell if he was truly trying to stop him, or if he was trying to press their bodies and genitals even closer.
Unable to stop, or unwilling to stop… Jeha, despite thinking it was too much, didn’t cease his hip movements. Every time their genitals rubbed, his entire body tingled. His toes curled inward, and faint moans continuously escaped through his clenched teeth. His arms wrapped around Hereis’s neck tightened, and his fingers unconsciously scratched Hereis’s nape.
“Uh, Hereis…”
Jeha groaned softly, calling Hereis’s name. And at the same time, he thought that he didn’t want to seem like a novice. It might have been a man’s foolish pride, but that was simply how it was.
“Are you really, uh, really going to stop?”
Jeha whispered, his lips against Hereis’s ear, letting out a hot breath as he asked. Hereis then pushed Jeha’s chest away.
Before any shame could rise from the thought of being rejected, Hereis abruptly covered Jeha’s lips with his own. Then, he grabbed Jeha’s spread thighs with both hands and pushed him onto the opposite seat.