6~ |Tingling Sensation|

🔞WARNING:🔞 Please proceed with caution. You're about to enter the world of adult xD Readers, you've been warned.

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Being the king of the elf was not all talk. Apart from wielding magic, Oswin had undergone strict martial arts training since he was a child. Although he was born with a silver spoon to his mouth, the royal upbringing was no joke. While most human or elves children were seen running around having fun, Oswin’s schedule was always full. His days consisted of studying and training.

He wasn’t made the ruler of all elf realms for no reason.

It took him only one graceful step to move to the side and avoid Sean's attack, causing the latter to lose balance and tumble on the ground. Thankfully, he wasn’t landing on any glass shards, or else, the consequences would be severe.

Nevertheless, the fall wasn’t completely painless either.

"Ow..." Sean stroked his red-tinged nose as he lay prone on the floor.

"Pathetic." Oswin's face plastered with a condescending smirk as he looked at the lying Sean. "Don't ever dare to dream of touching even a single strand of my hair, mortal."

The patronizing tone made Sean’s temper burn hot with anger. Although he was still hurt from the fall, strength instantly returned to him as anger triggered him.

"Oh yeah?!" he got up, brushed the dirt away from his clothes, and glared at Oswin as if he wanted to have grilled elf meat for dinner, for the look on his eyes could spit the fire out. "Then somebody has a bad memory."

"What?"

This time, it was Sean's turn to smirk.

"Well, you said no one was able to lay a hand on you. Have you forgotten that this mortal,” Sean pointed at himself, “has touched you twice?"

Oswin went quiet for several seconds, trying to bring back those not so old memories to reference Sean’s words just now. And it didn’t take long for him to recall.

Once he regained them, a murderous intent emitted from his eyes as he landed his gaze at Sean.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?"

The question was asked threateningly, sending chills to the receiving end. Not to mention that it brought the towering figure closer to the smaller one, with each word enunciated.

Uh-oh, what did I just do? Sean murmured, questioning why he had to dig his own grave just now.

Gulping, he reflexively backs away, each step at a time. Like the mirror image of a chase game, but in slow motion, Sean was stepping back, whereas Oswin was advancing. Each of them took one careful step at a time while maintaining eye contact as if afraid that one could dissipate into thin air if left unwatched.

Not long after, Sean found himself bumping into something hard and cold that he registered as the wall.

For the first time in forever, he blamed his house for being small.

Without delay, when Oswin saw his prey's dilemma, he cut off all possible escape routes by blocking the small figure with his built body.

Placing both his hands on either side of his prey's head, he trapped Sean within his deliberately made compact space, inside the circle of his arms.

"Y-your m-majesty?" asked Sean, gulping, and looking up at the bad mood elf king with his voice was slightly shaking.

"I remember."

Sean pretended to have no clue when in fact, he knew so well what Oswin referred to.

"O-okay, remember what?"

The elf king saw through the human's act as if Sean's brain was made of a transparent shell. He gave Sean a flinty stare, refusing to play along with the bad joke.

"You know what."

Oswin's stern voice was even scarier than his cold face that remained solemn. It was like layers of unbreakable, thick ices in winter.

Cold.

Emotionless.

And deadly.

Sean cringed under the elf king’s expression, fearing today might be the day he would say goodbye to the world.

"Forgive this human for having a poor memory, but I don't even remember what I said a few minutes ago. Haha." Sean faked a laugh, hoping to lift the mood somehow.

Oswin leaned down until their noses lightly touched before he tilted his head to the side and whispered in Sean's ear with a voice that sent the latter weak in the knees from a mixture of unknown feelings.

"You said that you, a mortal, have touched me, the elf king, twice. Ring any bell yet?"

"Haha..really? Did I say that? Come on, your majesty. I ranted a lot of words back then. I can't recall any of them at all."

"It's okay. Let me clarify."

No, no need! Sean begged inside his head even though he knew his silent plea couldn’t make Oswin drop the topic.

"I recalled my memories just now. About what you mentioned. Those two times that you touched me."

"H-haha... It's alright not to recall them, you know."

Ignoring Sean's word, Oswin continued shortly. "The wrist, and of course, the slap."

"I did that to save you!" said Sean in a hurry. “The slap, I mean.”

"I didn't see how a slap was going to save me." Oswin frowned, finding Sean’s excuse illogical to begin with.

"It was! You’d have been called in for interrogation if I let you kill the big guy. I tried shouting at you to stop, but you didn't hear me. I had no other choice. I don't want you to become a criminal. A murder on top of that."

"That guy deserved worse than death. Consider me kind enough to grant him quick suffering. If he were in Aldous, my guards would be happy taking time to play with him in the torturing room."

"It doesn't work that way in here, okay? This is not Aldous. This is San Francisco! Here, we left those bad people to the police."

"Police?"

"Yeah. Police are the civil force of a state, responsible for preventing and detecting crime and the maintenance of public order. In short, they deal with criminals."

"Em," said Oswin. He nodded slightly in understanding, satisfied with learning the new word.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief after seeing a relaxed expression on Oswin's face. Nevertheless, it was short-lived.

Instead of forgetting the situation, Oswin kept stepping closer, making Sean's body stiffened, especially when the taller's nose leaned way too close till its tip brushed the side of his neck, sending a tickling feeling down his spine.

"Err...what're you doing?" asked Sean with his voice trembling.

*sniffing*

"You smell...nice. I like it. I want to smell more," replied Oswin as he continued sniffing Sean.

"Oy, you perv. Get away from me!" Sean tried to shove the towering figure off him with both his hands, only to get backfired. His wrists were wrapped in one big palm and being pinned to the wall above his head. The action gave him an uneasy feeling of what to come. "Oy, let me go." Sean tried to pull back his hands, but without a doubt, his strength was no match to Oswin's.

"Stop squirming. Do you even know how lucky you are?"

I only know how UNLUCKY I am to get stuck with you! Sean screamed inside his head.

"Many elf women try so hard to get my attention."

"Well, sorry to break it to you that I AM A MAN! Also, don't worry. I won't try to get your attention," complained Sean, rolling his eyes at the narcissistic elf king.

"Yeah, that's strange."

"Strange what?"

"I've never had this kind of feeling with any of the elf men before."

"Oswin! Stop saying weird things. You're creeping me out!" Sean wiggled, trying his luck again to escape Oswin's firm grip, but to no avail.

"Your smell seems to awaken something in me." Oswin's voice sounded weaker than before.

As soon the phrase escaped the chic king's mouth, Sean felt something poking this lower abdomen. He already had a bad feeling of what it might be, but he couldn't resist the urge to look down and confirm.

"Oswin, are you...HARD?!"

"Don't look," commanded Oswin in a hoarse voice. The tips of his ears were turning red, and his once domineering bluish-grey irises turned doe-eyed. He had a childish and funny countenance that Sean had never seen before, which led him to laugh so hard that tears pricked the corner of his eyes. "Don't laugh!"

Instead of feeling intimidated, the cute sight set Sean's laughter out of control.

"You! I told you to stop laughing!" commanded Oswin again.

Sean tried to stop but found himself unable to. Seeing this, Oswin decided to come up with a helping plan.

In a blink of an eye, Sean found himself lying on the cold floor with Oswin on top of him. Tellingly, his laughter stopped, followed by a question full of puzzlement.

"W-what are you doing?" asked Sean alarmingly.

"Punishment."

<To Be Continued>