🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains EXPLICIT smut. (The last one for this section. Not the last one for this book, though)
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"With pleasure." The moment Oswin said this phrase, he felt Sean's body begin to shake under him. He was pretty sure that neither fear nor cold was not the cause of it, and the thought made his lips quirk up into a crooked smile.
"Close your eyes," he said huskily, yet calmly.
When Sean obeyed his words, hiding the pair of brown irises and replacing the thin eyelids to his views, he began adjusting the shivering body to a new position—the one he thought was more suitable. He placed Sean's head on the pillow, pulling his body up so that the pair of slender legs were no longer dangling off the bed. Slowly, he unbuttoned the sweat-drenched shirt and peeled
Waking up to a new day, Sean groaned as he stretched on the bed lazily and yawned, exactly how the cat usually woke up, without bothering to cover his mouth. He rubbed his eyes to chase the sleepiness away, and once it did, he felt the heat crawl up his face. Even without looking into the mirror, he knew he must have turned as red as tomatoes. The reason behind this was because he just recalled something from last night—the steamy and sweaty session that he and Oswin had. It was his first time, making the moment unforgettable and pleasurable.He was ashamed of his neediness the more he thought about it. But he could not deny that it was heavenly. The lesson that Oswin taught him made his toe curl, sending goosebumps and tingling sensation to every inch of his body. Even just recalling it also gave him the same effect. It made him wonder what the next lesson would be if he had not fallen
The overcast sky shaded all the sunlight needed for living beings, producing nothing but strong gusts of wind that occasionally brought upon the sparse leaves violently, making some of them fall onto the ground.Clearly, the weather today was not in anyone's favor.And so was the mood of a handsome young man in raisin-color outer attire. The outer shirt shielded all but the plum undershirt's necklines that matched the hue of his sash. With a sharp turned-up nose, thin rosy lips, and an oblong face covered by the dark raven hair tied up into a high half ponytail, letting down the remaining half to reach down his lower waist, the man was of aesthetic beauty.If, and only if, he did not have that frown on his forehead."You dare to come here and tell me you st
"Hey, Rin, Goy, why hasn't big brother returned yet? It's been two months already. I miss him so much." A beautiful young woman dressed entirely in white sat under a gigantic tree where its flowers were in full bloom, revealing a breathtaking pink hue rather than the typical view of green leaves.The pedals, some were still fresh while some were already dried up to brown, scattered all around the grass. They fell around the petite figure as if wanting to become a flowery mat for her to rest on. The occasional wind brushed by, separating the pink colors from its branches, but reunited them with the pedals as they danced with the wind before reaching the ground, accompanying the beautiful young woman's auburn hair strands that were fluttering behind her back.She was pouting and leisurely playing with her two bunnies; one was as white as her attire,
Judas felt the coldness of the metal grazing the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He regretted not carrying his sword with him. However, even if he did, there was no way he could defeat the person standing behind. Leaving with no choice, he let go of Rosalina and turned to glare at the intruder. "General Garry. I see you appear on a bad timing as always," he quipped."Garry!" The moment he freed Rosalina from his grasp, she ran to hide behind the newcomer's back, dressed in a royal blue mid-thigh-length outer attire and a white inner shirt that was secured together with a cerulean belt. The muscular legs in the tight black pants stand firm on the ground, taking the position of a sword-fighting stance."Prince Rosalina, are you okay?" Garry turned his head to ask the young princess behind him, yet the pair of jet-black deep-set eyes never left Ju
It had been three days since the-not-go-well discussion at breakfast. Ever since then, Oswin and Sean only spoke to each other when necessary. Though he tried to act normal, Sean refused to cooperate. They just ate in silence every day when they got back from work and slept separately, with him taking the couch.He noticed how thinner Sean had gotten, for he kept eating less each day. Also, the cheerfulness and liveliness were gone, replaced by a no-emotion countenance like a robot.It hurt him to see Sean in this condition. For countless times, he wanted to bring this human into his embrace, kiss him, and tell him the truth. He wanted to confess that he lied that day, and most importantly, he just wanted to tell Sean that he loved him. He loved him very much. Still, the thought of future consequences refrained him from doing what his heart desire
Walking down the corridor in heavy footsteps, Chester couldn't wipe the frown on his face. If he looked at the mirror tonight and found creases between the area of his brows, he wouldn't be surprised. The whole situation was annoying him enough that he felt like aging a hundredfold. If the elf could age like any mortal, his smooth skin would turn wrinkles, and the hair would go grey down to the last strands already.1) Oswin, his eldest brother and the King of Aldous, went missing for two months without a single trace of whether he was alive or dead.2) The stubborn, good-for-nothing Baltras King named Judas kept annoying him with marriage proposals that were rejected no less than ten times. If he were to build a paper castle that reached his knees, he could use all those letters.3) There had been a r
"Oswin, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Sean shot to his feet and hurried to where Oswin was.He had not a single clue that the elf king was at the nearby table. Not until the sound of the breaking glass echoed, exposing his whereabouts. When he arrived, the first thing that he did was bending down and rolling Oswin's black pants up to see if there was any injury, given how he stood not that far from the glass shards. Concern outweighed anger at this moment, making him forget they were not on the full speaking terms."I'm fine," Oswin said with his face indifferent.He looked up to find Oswin's eyes were still glaring at Brad like he was trying to shoot a laser. Judging from that, he knew Oswin was eavesdropping on their conversation. He turned to look at Brad only to see the targeted person also showed n
After the confession, Sean received Brad's visit to the restaurant even more often than usual. Sometimes, he would drop by twice a day. On weekends, he would spend the entire day sitting at the corner table, doing nothing but staring at him. To keep his place in such a busy restaurant, Brad would order a new dish every one or two hours so he wouldn't feel like he was taking place for free. Every time that he came, he would request his time for small talk. Even when he stopped taking this request, Brad still patiently waited until he was off work so he could have a chance.At first, he politely rejected the confession and thanked the man for having feelings for him. However, persistence started to make his heart soften. At least Brad made efforts to come here and see me every day. Unlike someone else who had always been near yet taking m
P.S: Because this is the last chapter, the length is longer than usual.*******"Hey, do you know what happened to the interrogation room's door?" asked a man in a police officer's uniform as he was relieving himself on the wall-mounted urinal."I don't know. The cameras were working normally, but it was turned off at that moment. We couldn't figure out what had happened," answered another police officer.Just then, there was a thud, followed by a bang, and finished by an ouch echoing from one cubicle behind them. The two police officers looked at each other with frowns before zipping up their pants and withdrawing the guns. They nodded and padded toward the noisy booth in alarming modes.
The sun was blazing hot on the outside, dehydrating people that walked on the street, making them imagine seeing steams coming off the cobblestone pavement. Nevertheless, the hotness and steam were literally happening inside a small apartment, for Sean felt like he really saw smoke rising from Oswin's head as he glared at the person in front of him with eyes as sharp as a blade. "You're saying you don't have anything to say?" asked Oswin. Each word was enunciated clearly as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. "Of course. What else do I have to say?" Benji answered fearlessly with a mocking face. It was hard to blame Benji for his sheer dumb courage because he hadn't witnessed the power of the elf king yet. When he was taken out of the hospital, he was unconscious.
"What do you mean?" Anderson widening his eyes in shock. "He said he could. He promised to take my family to Aldous and made us immortal. He already took my sister there." "Sister?" Oswin asked with a frown. The image of the mortal woman he had accidentally killed flashed before his eyes. It couldn't be just a mere coincidence that Anderson and that woman were somewhat familiar. Radiating a golden light from his right hand, Oswin used it to draw a rectangular box in the air, which subsequently projected a picture of someone inside. "Is she the one?" "Yes. That's Elena. King Father already took her to his kingdom and made her immortal. She is now living in luxury with her immortality, isn't she?" asked Anderson with a glint of hope and excitement in his eyes. Sean and
"Now, speak," said Oswin in a threatening voice. His face showed not a single trace of mercy as he glared at the two men kneeling before him. Things weren't sure whether the elf king was too intimidating or the witnesses felt threatened. There were no words spoken in the whole two minutes. And it irritated to the point that his body began glowing off a golden light, causing the kneeling humans before him to tremble in fear. "Why don't you speak? Are you deaf? I order you to speak!" He raised his voice and sat bolt upright on the couch, eyes shooting a deadly glare. "Oswin..." Sean drawled as he came to join his lover on the left side, brushing their shoulders together. "They aren't deaf. They are mute." "Huh?" He turned to look at Sean perplexedly. "Mute? But they ta
The pitch-black darkness behind Sean's eyelids turned grey as the sunlight's reflection through the open glass window shone into the room. He stirred and groaned in his sleep before rolling to the side, throwing his hand over his loved one's broad chest. As the fleshes came into contact, he breathed in the scent he loved so well and chuckled. "Having a beautiful dream?" asked Oswin, craning his neck down to look at the one hugging him. Breathing his favorite scent in heavily that sounded like a sniff, Sean replied, "Yeah. A heavenly dream plus a beautiful reality. Your presence and scent give me a sense of security." "Am I?" "Yes, you are, great-great-whatever-more-great grandfather," giggling Sean, burying his face into the crook of Oswin's neck.
Yesternight past midnight: downtown Oakland's mortuary: "So, that bright light brought me to Earth?" Oswin asked after he finished recalling what happened on his last day at Aldous. Genevie nodded. "Yes. The trial began that day." "That explains how l lose my power. But why did this memory get erased?" "I am not sure, Oswin. Maybe this trial wants you to learn about humanity through love and not fear. If you remember this accident, even though you won't hurt a mortal, it was only because of the elf's weakness. In short, it was more like an obligation. But if you don't remember, every action that you forgive a mortal will be purely based on your heart. I think this must be it." "This could
Aldous: The Day of The Accident It was one foggiest day Aldous had ever seen. Armed with a sword, a bow, and arrows, Oswin rode on the back of his pitched-black horse and ventured alone into the forest, searching for a rare white deer that only showed itself once a millennium. The creature showed itself at the wrong time, arousing curiosity within him. Known for its lightning-fast speed, it took only a few gallops before the elf king and his horse passed all the guards behind. When they reached the forest, the white deer was out of sight, leaving behind only the paw prints. "Where did it go?" He murmured, looking around for the white thing that should be easily spotted from the darkness. Unfortunately, he couldn't.
Yesternight past midnight: downtown Oakland's mortuary: The corpse of the elf king was left inside the morgue's drawer, unattended and naked. As the hour of death was less than twenty-four hours, no one cared to embalm the body, for they believed the freezer alone should be enough to slow down the decaying until the working time tomorrow. The mortuary was old and small except for the dim bulb on the outside hall. The room and the entire building overlapped with the night's darkness that even the security had to use a flashlight to see his way better. "The lighting needed fixing. This building, too. Who knows when this morgue is going to crumble down? It seems older than my ancestor." The security guard murmured as he patrolled the silent hall.
*WARNING*: This chapter contains 18+ scene. ******* "Oswin, don't! NO!!!" Sean screamed at the top of his lungs. His body jolted, making him sit bolt upright on the bed. His eyes were wide open. Beats of sweat condensed on his forehead and occasionally rolled down his cheek, running along his jawline before dropping to the blanket that fell to the lower half of his body. "Sean." Oswin walked out of the living room. He made his way to the bed and sat down next to his lover. His brows furrowed with worry." Wake up. You're having a nightmare." "Oswin?" asked Sean when he opened his eyes. "Are you really Oswin?" With a smile and a gentle gaze, Oswin lifted his hand and used his long-sleeved shirt to dab the sweat away from Sean's fa