translator: mii
editor: sleepchaser, ASplashofMusic
After a while, I can feel the heat of Alfred’s release spread inside of . My cock, which I haven’t touched, continues to leak, the white fluids getting all over my thigh.
Gasping to calm my disordered breath, I desperately endure the intoxicating feeling of Alfred coating my walls with his seed. If I don’t do that, embarrassing noises will definitely spill out of my mouth.
Once I manage to get a hold of myself one way or another, I look up at him, my eyes eting with Alfred’s deep blue orbs.
Very beautiful. Just like the color of a clear night sky.
I reach out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Then I gently comb his bangs to the side of his face, which seem to be covering his eyes and blocking his sight.
Alfred squints his eyes, appearing happy with the gesture.
“…Al.”
“What?”
“Are you feeling good?”
My question causes Alfred to widen his eyes. He then turns to with an inquisitive gaze.
For so reason, I just suddenly want to know the answer to that right now. If I miss this mont… I probably won’t be able to ask him this later on.
As I wait for his reply, he releases an inexplicable sigh and mutters, “…Yeah.”
Hearing his response, I grow relieved.
So this also feels good for him.
“What a relief… I’m happy,” I respond. These are my true thoughts.
Alfred widens his eyes again in surprise. And this ti, his cheeks also grow red until they’re just as rosy as Marie’s are.
But imdiately after that, he frowns and shift his gaze to and away from several tis,looking like words are stuck in his throat.
I don’t really understand why, but it seems like he’s quite upset. How rare.
After a while, Alfred looks back at again and repeatedly strokes my head gently.
“…Lian, what happened? Did sothing happen?”
“…It’s nothing.”
Alfred stares at with a searching gaze, trying to read what’s on my mind. His stare lasts for a while before he heaves a small sigh. “I see,” he mutters. The usual line he says whenever he can’t find any other words to say.
I’m sure he knows that it’s a lie, but he doesn’t ask anything else.
“Thank you, Al.”
Alfred nods in reply.
An urge to touch him surges within . Unable to resist it, I reach out and touch the hand that he placed next to my face. It’s very warm.
Alfred grasps my hand and interlocks his fingers with mine, holding my hand tightly.
My throat quivers. I almost cry but sohow manage to endure it.
I can’t tell him what will happen in the future, but even so…
“Al.”
“What?”
“…There’s sothing I have to tell you. Please listen to .”
Alfred’s eyes widen another ti.
In response, I look straight into his eyes. “You have to follow your heart… and choose according to what it’s trying to tell you.”
“Lian?”
“If you feel even a bit of hesitation in choosing a particular choice, then you definitely shouldn’t.”
When choosing his partner, he just has to do it according to his heart’s desires. Nothing else matters. Not even past sentints.
“Whatever you choose will also be my wish for you.”
Even if he chooses that girl.
“If your heart thinks that that’s the right choice, then choose it and be happy with it… I’ll be happy alongside you too.”
Alfred narrows his eyes as he furrows his brows in a frown.
I manage to flash him a smile. I lift my other arm, wrap it around the back of his neck, and pull him toward .
Then I put our cheeks together. First our right cheeks and then our left ones.
“…Lian,” says Alfred, sounding like he’s questioning the reason behind my actions.
He’s naturally bothered by my actions, but I pretend not to notice.
“I don’t mind whichever you choose. You can do whatever you want, whatever you wish. You’re always free to choose, okay? No one can bind one’s heart to themselves if the other party’s not willing. And… that’s all. I’ll be happy if you can rember all that.”
Alfred looks down at , eyes full of wonder.
“I’m always praying for your happiness, Alfred,” I say before pressing my lips against his, inwardly praying for him.
When I open my eyes, deep wrinkles have ford between Alfred’s eyebrows.
Hey, don’t look so unhappy after soone especially perford a “blessing” for you.
“I am also praying for your happiness,” murmurs Alfred, his tone low and angry for so reason.
I don’t get why he’s angry, but…
He’s also praying for my happiness?
“I’m glad.”
But sohow, my honest response only deepens Alfred’s frown. What did I say?
“Al?”
Soon after, he forcefully presses his lips against mine like he’s trying to bite my lips.
“Mmm… Hmm?!”
Right in front of , his slightly moody indigo eyes are squinted, looking at . He asks, “Can we do it a lot today?”
A lot?
“Can I?” he asks again.
“Eh? A lot?”
“A lot.”
A lot… Just how much does he an by that? I have no clue, but…
“…Okay.” I say with a smile.
I also want the sa thing. I want him to fill up until I can’t think about anything else.
That way, I can definitely rember these monts forever. These very, very happy mories and feelings.
But despite my consent, Alfred only frowns even more.
Why is this brat in a bad mood? And even after I just let him hold as much as he likes until he’s satisfied.
Ah, but…
“But tomorrow… Take responsibility and carry around.”
I probably won’t be able to move after he’s finally done with . I’m pretty sure of it.
Unlike Alfred’s superhuman stamina, my stamina is only on the level of an ordinary person’s.
“Okay, I’ll carry you tomorrow. So can I?” Alfred murmurs.
He seems to be in a sullen mood, and yet he’s still in the mood to do it for so many rounds. To be honest, I don’t really know how he does it.
“Sure.”
Imdiately afterward, Alfred presses his lips against mine. I ekly close my eyes and respond to the kiss.
His lips feel so warm and gentle. Then, his hot tongue slips into my mouth and entangles with mine. With the sa docility, I surrender my tongue to his ministrations.
Once Alfred has had his share of licking and teasing, our lips separate.
“Lian,” he calls out.
“What?”
“I love you.”
Please don’t suddenly say such a thing. You’ll make cry.
The back of my throat quivers, and my eyes and nose grow hot. It hurts.
“I love you too.”
No matter what happens, I’ll always wish for your happiness.
Instead of becoming happy, Alfred once again sighs in displeasure, seeming to want to say sothing.
But after that, he only kisses deeply.
The next day.
As expected, by the ti Alfred was satisfied, I’ve beco incapacitated and unable to move.
Having always been the type to silently fulfill his promises, Alfred carries for practically the entire day to the point that my feet never even touch my ground. He also takes care of so much that it’s already beyond reason.
Please stop it. Even though I told him to carry , he doesn’t have to be this thorough with his promise! This is too embarrassing!
There’s no need for him to feed ! I’m still capable of eating on my own!!
Sensing the puzzled gazes of the people in the orchard, Shurio, the workers, and the escorts, I can’t even muster the will to lift my head. I want to hide sowhere and just disappear.
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