translator: mii
editor: sleepchaser, ASplashofMusic
This world doesn’t ban underage drinking. You’re allowed to drink as long as you’re strong enough to handle it, even if you’re below twenty years old. This world is very lenient about this matter.
After inviting into his room and closing the door, Alfred sighs in amazent. “You… I feel like you’ve already drunk a lot earlier. Aren’t you drunk by now?”
“What are you talking about? I’m not drunk at all! And you, why do you look completely fine?! Let see you dead drunk, idiot!”
I’m pretty sure Alfred drank as much as I did earlier. No, he drank even more than that. But why doesn’t he look the slightest bit drunk?! Isn’t this just unfair?
I flick off the cork from the mouth of the wine bottle. Then I grab the mug on the table, fill it almost to the brim, and shove toward Alfred’s face. “Drink!”
Helpless, Alfred takes the mug. Chugs down more than half of the mug in one go before setting it back onto the table.
…He may be a brat, but he sure can hold his drinks. Damn it! I can’t even do that!
…No, I can also do it. I’m sure I can. There’s no way I can’t do sothing this guy can.
I pour more wine into the mug and grab it, but Alfred quickly snatches it back. He even nabs the bottle of wine I’m holding.
“What are you doing?!”
“Stop drinking already. You’re drinking too much.”
“I told you I haven’t had enough yet!”
I try to take the wine bottle and the mug back, but he places them on the top of the closet. Where they are out of my reach.
Then Alfred tugs at my arm, pulls up the bed quilt, and pushes down onto the bed before covering with the quilt. “Co sleep now.”
“No! I’m still wide awake!”
But after Alfred pushes toward the inner side of the bed, he slides in beside .
I repeatedly shove his shoulders down to make him lie on his back. He doesn’t resist at all and readily lies down according to my wishes.
“What is it?” asks Alfred, looking up at with that indulgent, older-brother-like expression he always makes whenever he quietly watches over the kids as they throw tantrums… How cheeky. What gave him the gall to act like that even though he’s younger?
…Well, we’re technically the sa age, but I’m ntally older than him. That counts!
I place my legs on both sides of his torso so that I’m straddling his stomach and sit down. Then I lower my upper body and kiss him on the lips.
Alfred widens his eyes in surprise. How unusual coming from him.
Even after our lips part, his eyes still remain wide open.
I start unbuttoning his shirt, not moving from his stomach.
“L-Lian?” says Alfred, looking up at , a hint of surprise still present in his eyes.
I let out a small huff and glare at him. “What? You’ve been creeping into my bed at night for quite a while now. It should be okay for to do it to you too.”
“Creeping at night, you say…”
Whenever we stay overnight at so place outside the mansion, he often takes the opportunity to push down. I can even say that it happens almost every ti.
When he said he wasn’t holding back, he actually wasn’t kidding.
Sotis it becos too much that I have to cry out in the middle of doing it and beg him to go easy on since we still have work to do the next day. It becos too overwhelming that I even stopped caring about the embarrassnt or my reputation anymore.
This is why I keep reminding him that my stamina’s only on the level of an ordinary person.
And even during my visits to Cheddar’s Ranch… there have been several tis where we did it in my room.
Whenever he tells he wants to touch in an ardent tone, I can’t really bring myself to reject him. I know I’m slightly at fault here too.
Well, there are also circumstances where we absolutely cannot do it. During those tis, I would attack his tender spots like his ears, kick his more vulnerable points, and head-butt against his chin. He’ll stop after I do that.
But, after doing the deed countless tis… it’s like a whole new world has been opened to . How will you take responsibility, you brat?
Well, it’s not like I hate being touched by Alfred. In fact, I like it. It’s relieving, it feels good, and I’m able to get a good night’s sleep afterward without having to take the sleep-inducing herbal dicine. It’s enjoyable, so I have no qualms with it now.
Back then, I used to be a normal guy who liked the beautiful older sister type. I was just a pure boy at that ti… If my past self ever sees the current , he will definitely faint and get a fever. I can even bet on it.
Now my body has beco like this.
It’s gotten used to being touched and embraced by Alfred after he has accustod to it.
Well, I do want him to touch too, so… It’s fine, I guess.
I’m already accustod to doing the deed, but… today’s actually the first ti I made the first move. I guess that’s why Alfred’s surprised.
Though what’s pathetic is I was still fine when I pushed him down, but now, my hands have started trembling. Even opening the third button on Alfred’s shirt has beco a struggle for .
I can’t grab the button well for so reason, and my fingers keep slipping.
No way. Isn’t this just too pathetic?
Alfred releases a soft sigh before placing his hand on top of mine, hiding my hand from my line of sight. “Lian? What happened?”
“N-nothing happened! What’re you talking about? You… you don’t want to hold ?”
Even though I said that myself, I still grow upset with my overly direct words. Embarrassed, I avert my eyes from him.
“…Well, if you’ll allow , I want to hold you every day,” mutters Alfred and pulls my arm.
“Wah!”
In a blink of an eye, our positions are flipped. Alfred has pulled down flat against the bed, and I’m now looking up at him, just like usual.
Well, I’ve already taken the initiative. Now that it has co into this, I don’t really care whether I’m above or below.
I just want to touch him as much as I can. Though that thought makes embarrassed.
If possible, I want to rember these monts, and I want him to rember them as well. If he can rember even just a little bit, it’s enough for .
About how I love him and how he loves back. About how this makes happy and how this feels good and pleasant.
I hope he can rember, even if it’s just the happy mories.
Alfred sighs once again. Then he licks the corner of my eyes.
Really, he sotis… no, often acts like an animal.
“What happened to you now? Why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying.”
“Okay.” He laughs for so reason, then kisses .
I slightly open my mouth and let Alfred’s tongue in, deepening the kiss.
“Mm…” I tilt my neck to the side, welcoming his hot tongue.
Alfred’s large, warm hand slips into my shirt. As his skin slides across my skin, his heat seeps from his palm and into , sending shivers through my body.
My body starts to lose strength little by little.
Having grown accustod to Alfred’s touch, my body grows obedient under his hands, reacting honestly against my will. Now that he’s touching with that kind of intention in mind, I can feel my body heat up.
“Lian… what do you want to do?”
“W-what… ah!”
Alfred harshly rubs my nipples using the pads of his fingertips. My back arcs as I tremble.
I used to feel nothing whenever he touched there… Damn it.
“What do you want to do?” His trembling indigo eyes peer at .
I manage to conceal my ragged breathing before looking at him with the sa intensity. I can see the restless heat within his eyes, causing to shiver. He wants .
For so reason, this makes happy. Though he sure has strange tastes to want soone like .
Anyhow, I’m currently drunk.
Even if I say sothing a little different than what I usually say, I can just dismiss them as drunken talk.
I reach out to caress Alfred’s face. He now looks like a valiant young man, not a bit of childishness left in his features.
Seeing him grow this much makes emotional. Long ago, he was still thinner, weaker, and smaller than .
Now… At so point, the escorts have begun holding practice matches with the knights who have been dispatched to Leis village during their breaks. Only Alfred still holds the record of all wins, zero losses.
Apparently, Alfred has already beco sowhat of a common topic of conversation within the Knights’ Order. Every ti the new batch of knights cos to the village, they will energetically challenge Alfred, not caring about his consent at all. And not just once or twice either, but again and again until the end of their duties in the village.
Every ti the knights request for a match, Alfred will complain about how troubleso it is with an unhappy expression.
As these thoughts run through my mind, I realize how much stronger he has beco.
And the person who raised him to beco such a strong person is .
I’m sure so people will disagree, but that’s okay. No one’s here to refute right now.
He’s soone I’ve nurtured over the years. My only hero.
And for now, I want to monopolize him.
“Touch more.”
Alfred breaks into chuckles. “More?”
When I nod, his palm starts caressing my skin.
“I understand. What else?”
“Um… G-give lots of kisses.”
“Okay. A lot?”
“A lot.”
Just as I ask, he plants butterfly kisses all over my face.
The flitting sensations feel pleasant and also slightly ticklish, warming my chest with a bit of joy. For so reason, it feels fun to be kissed like this.
When I look up and et his gaze, Alfred squints his eyes, happiness also apparent in his face. He laughs. “You like this kind of kiss, right?”
“Yeah, I like it…”
I’m drunk anyway. It’s not strange for to be honest to myself tonight. Probably. Just bla everything on the alcohol.
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