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During the day, Michele learned about the general wisdom and etiquette of the North, and during the night, he acquainted himself with the body of a Northerner. Day and night. Mind and body. Two opposing facets. What these two had in common, however, was the absolute criterion that was Lord Ian Sheleg. If not for the sake of Lord Sheleg, all these actions would amount to nothing more than futile effort.
Like a sponge soaking up water, Michele quickly absorbed Ain’s teachings. Perhaps what he had absorbed wasn’t water at all, but rather snow. Since his surroundings were entirely composed of snow, after all.
Inside a mansion trapped within a snowstorm, there was very little to do apart from “this,” especially at night.
“Sir Anatold… Ah, agh…!”
Ain’s voice rang much deeper at night than it did during the day.
Fifteen days had already elapsed since their first night together. Michele, as inexperienced as he was, grappled with thoughts of Ain every night. However, Ain had simply told him that such fleeting changes of emotion were of little importance. He had claimed that, once Michele slept with Lord Sheleg, he would naturally begin to think of him instead.
<Just as nobles splurge on lavish goods and slaves before casting them aside, there’s no need to dwell on the matter.>
—To use his body as he pleased, for the sole purpose of expelling the heat gathered within him.
“Ngh, Ain…”
For that reason, Michele chose to let go of all his questions. Rather than groaning in pain, trying to appease the desires of a male, he decided to indulge in Ain’s body every day instead. When his throat felt parched, he searched for water in Ain’s mouth, and when he wanted to cum, he released it all inside him, as if relieving himself.
Michele tried to recall the maids and servants who had served him since birth. But he couldn’t remember anyone. It was just as Ain had said. Even the face of the maid, who had worked so hard to prepare confectioneries for him, now appeared fuzzy in memory. Even though he had known her his entire life… Because he wasn’t interested, because he had no obligation to care. Just as Ain had said, that was what made a noble.
…Why was it that he was attempting to recall the faces of his servants now that he had already left the South? Was it because Ain had told him that it was alright to use a mere servant without attaching any deeper meaning to it? Michele already knew the answer, but unwilling to admit it, he shook his head. He chose to be true to his body’s desires instead.
“Ah, that place is… ngh…!”
A pained moan was heard from below when Michele roughly thrust his hips.
“S-sorry… A-Ain…” Michele mumbled, rubbing his sweaty face against Ain’s shoulder. His breath was warm, like that of a person with a fever. He could feel the movements of Ain’s shoulder against his forehead. Ain had extended an arm to embrace him. Michele, who no longer had a place to lean on, decided to bite into Ain’s chest instead.
“Ah…!”
Due to the intercourse that took place nearly every day, Ain’s nipples and the area surrounding them were consistently swollen red. His skin, in particular, had become much softer than any other area. Just as a naughty cat isn’t capable of breaking its habit of biting, Michele always left clear teeth marks on Ain’s chest. Every time he did, the area that connected them would tighten to a painful degree. Although Michele had familiarised himself with the cuisine of the North, he wasn’t particularly fond of meat diets. Now, however, he felt an itch in his teeth whenever he didn’t have something tough to bite on.
“Ah, Sir Anatold, that area, is… ah… stop…”
“Ngh… just a little more.”
A large hand gently squeezed the back of Michele’s neck, as if to stop him. Ain’s long fingers dug into his fine hair, and even that touch felt like a caress to Michele. Even after pulling his mouth away, Michele continued to lick Ain’s chest, as if sorely disappointed. Ain’s nipple, teased to the point of becoming squishy and soft, began to stiffen once more beneath Michele’s tongue.
…Michele had learned that rosy cheeks and milky skin were the most beautiful in the world. He had learned that women with petite frames, slim builds, and lean figures were considered the greatest beauties… Anyone hailing from the South would desire such a woman as their wife.
Ain was the opposite of the South’s standards for a beauty. To start off, he was a man. Among the many men Michele had seen throughout his life, he could count on his fingers the number who were as big and sturdy as Ain. Typical of a Northerner, he boasted a staggering height, and while his muscles weren’t as rugged as a stone, they were still as solid as ice, accompanied by a pair of broad shoulders. Even if Ain were a woman, the likelihood of him being deemed a beauty in the South while boasting such a physique was rather slim.
In comparison, Michele was the one who was closer to being seen as a beauty. Standing beside Ain, Michele looked more like a boy than he did a man. However, the one repeatedly thrusting the hard and swollen symbol of a man in and out of Ain’s body was Michele.
“Hngh, ah, agh, Ain…!”
The constant stimulation his cock was receiving brought about a sensation of climax. Michele breathed heavily on top of Ain’s chest. Semen oozed from where they were connected. It was because, with each thrust of Michele’s penis, the arrowhead shape of his glans scraped against the semen already accumulated within Ain. Michele had already climaxed multiple times inside Ain. For this reason, Michele’s groans echoed from above, while a wet and sticky sound, akin to prodding a finger inside an overly ripe fruit, could be heard from below.
When they first started sleeping together, it was mainly Ain who climbed atop Michele. However, as Michele grew more accustomed to it, they began doing it in missionary more often. Whenever they did so, Michele felt as if he were on a boat. Just as a boat is rocked by the waves, Ain would rock in accordance with Michele’s movements each time he thrust inside him. Michele had heard that those who ride boats often experience motion sickness, and perhaps there was truth to it, as Michele felt himself grow dizzy, the heat rushing over him.
“Ain… A-Ain… Ah, ugh…!”
This was the same Michele who had once felt awkward and embarrassed by a simple kiss. Yet, he earnestly followed Ain’s teachings. Those who are obedient are blessed by God—true to the proverb, there were no obstacles in Michele’s path. He took his time learning, step by step, but he also learned quickly.
At first, he was mainly taught how to hold himself back. How to spend the night without touching himself, how to control himself to avoid climaxing too quickly inside Ain’s hands or mouth… And, slowly but surely, when he was no longer quick to ejaculate, even when entering Ain—
“Ah, haah… hngh… Sir, Anatold…”
“—Agh?!”
Unlike before, Ain suddenly wrapped his long legs around Michele’s waist while they were doing it. Michele’s vision spun as he experienced the sensation of Ain’s legs securely encircling his waist and his cock being squeezed.
“How does, it feel…?”
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“I told you… to tell me, whenever it felt good, didn’t I?”
“Haa, agh, ngh…! It felt so good, t-that, I didn’t even have the chance to… hngh…!”
Michele started to thrust even faster than before, perhaps drunk on the words that he himself had spat out.
“It feels, too good…”
Fwop, fwop, the sound of skin meeting skin began to grow more and more frequent. There was not a single shred of reason left within Michele’s head.
“Ain… ah, ugh, you’re so tight… and warm… haagh, ngh…!”
“Si… Sir Anatold…”
“Ngh…!”
—Michele groaned, trapped within Ain once more. The reason Michele was unable to pull back was because Ain had his legs hooked around his waist.
“Agh… A-Ain…”
But it didn’t just stop with Ain’s legs wrapped around him this time. Ain’s inner walls squeezed around his cock.
“Ain… ngh, i-it hurts, Ain…”
Surpassing stimulation and bordering on pain, Michele’s waist arched. With the way things were going, it felt inevitable that he would reach climax soon. Simply trying to hold out and not collapse onto Ain’s body made it feel as though his thighs were on the verge of cramping.
“A-Ain…! Help, ngh…”
Michele shook his head, as if tormented by the desires that had yet to be resolved, the ones that couldn’t be solved on his own. There was nothing he could do but repeat Ain’s name.
“Sir Anatold, you have to… hngh, endure it, just like right now.”
Ain gently stroked Michele’s back with his heel. Michele flinched and trembled, as if reacting to the touches to the curved area connecting his back to his behind.
“In… in order to, please my master… please, thrust deep inside… and, stay there.”
“O-okay… I un-under, stand…!”
“Then, please… try it for yourself.”
Michele nodded like an obedient lamb.
“Ngh…!”
Just as Ain had instructed, Michele shifted his weight onto him. His cock, already fully inserted, filled Ain deep inside.
“—! Hng, ah, ngh…!”
Ain’s mouth parted, and, unlike usual, a raw and unfiltered sound escaped it. Though Ain was kind for a Northerner, he wasn’t very emotionally expressive, unlike Michele. However, when Michele took Ain’s advice to heart, his closed-off body slowly opened, like a reward for Michele’s efforts.
“Ain…”
Michele narrowed his eyes. Perhaps it was because he was pressing against his prostate, but Ain’s inner walls clung tightly to him, refusing to let go.
Beneath him lay Ain, eyes closed, focused on regulating his breathing.
Ain appeared noticeably redder at night than he did during the day. That went for both his flushed cheeks and his chest, which had been bitten and sucked on, leaving marks behind. His red tongue, which had just been entangled with Michele’s not long ago, could be glimpsed through his open mouth. Like a green fruit gradually ripening to a red shade, the more Michele unleashed the desires of a man on him, the redder Ain’s body became.
…In the beginning, Michele had simply been preoccupied with either venting or restraining his desires. However, as he continued to sleep with Ain, he slowly came to a realisation—the fact that it was much more pleasurable to satisfy one’s partner first than to focus on one’s own desires.
“Ain…”
Michele slightly pulled his hips back before thrusting deep inside again.
“—Ah! Hngh…!”
Perhaps it was because he had pressed against an area that felt good for him, but Ain’s body began to tremble faintly. A moan, one that was much higher in pitch than usual, escaped between his clenched teeth. The legs that had been wrapped around Michele’s waist fell loose.
Michele’s body clearly remembered the areas that brought Ain the most pleasure. Thus, he resumed his thrusting, targeting those exact spots. Leaning his forehead against Ain’s chest, Michele wrapped his arms around Ain’s waist. Though his skin still felt cold, his body temperature was much higher than it was in the beginning. That was thanks to the fact that Michele had shared his heat with him. It was also due to the friction generated by their bodies colliding, which caused Ain’s body to flush with heat.
“Si, Sir, An, Ana, told, ah, agh…!”
Ain’s body swayed with the rhythm of Michele’s thrusts. He was swaying so intensely that even his vocalisation of Michele’s name was broken into syllables.
Unable to endure it any longer, Michele took Ain’s stiff nipple into his mouth again. The sudden action caused Ain’s waist to flinch. Michele grabbed his waist and roughly thrust his cock inside him. Ain was made to sway in accordance with his movements, holding Michele in his arms.
“Ngh, haah, hngh—Ain…!”
Michele buried himself completely inside Ain and came. A throaty moan escaped from Ain’s mouth, which was concealed behind his arm. Michele held Ain’s waist tightly, ensuring he couldn’t escape as he released inside him. The semen Michele spilled filled Ain’s interiors to the very brim.
Michele’s eyelashes trembled. Ain’s penis, flush against his stomach, was also leaking semen. Unlike Michele, who was still young, Ain was already a mature man, and the same could be said for his penis. However, even though his cock hadn’t been touched or used like Michele’s had been, it still leaked semen. Even though he was a man, simply being held by another man had… The sight felt even more obscene than the act itself.
“Haah… haa…”
It was only after a moment had passed did Michele finally withdraw his hips, causing his cock, which had been nestled inside Ain’s body, to slide out. Semen dripped out of Ain’s open hole, following the path of Michele’s penis, likely a result of the repeated thrusts from the hard and swollen cock of a man.
Michele straightened his body, which had been bent down. Sitting between Ain’s legs, he focused on calming his rough breathing. He wasn’t sure how many times they had done it in just one day. The winter night was long. For Michele, who didn’t have much to do apart from wandering around the mansion, the act of holding Ain was his sole education, pastime, and exercise.
“Sir Anatold…”
“Yeah?”
“…How was it?” Ain asked, gathering his legs, which had been open to Michele, to one side. The semen Michele had spilled earlier on was smeared between his exposed thighs.
“I… liked it.”
Though that was what Michele replied with, he was still drunk on the sensation of intercourse, intently staring at the sight of Ain’s thighs with hazy eyes. The semen Michele had just spilled was, once more, dripping down atop the traces of earlier releases…
“W-what about you, Ain…? How was it?”
“Sir Anatold has shown great excellence… You’ve improved a lot from your first time.”
…Even though they had tumbled in bed more fiercely than any couple in the world, the aftermath was met with nothing but a cold evaluation.
“Agh… was I bad before?”
“Didn’t I mention that you had great potential back then? And, as expected, your technique of being considerate of your partner continues to improve day by day.”
“Still…”
“If things continue to progress as smoothly as they are now, then you will be able to please my master after marriage.”
Even though he received a compliment, far from feeling relieved, Michele even felt unhappy for some reason. After all, what he had asked was whether Ain liked it, not how Lord Sheleg would feel.
“…Okay.”
However, Michele nodded.
“…I’ll work harder.”
Michele forced out a response and flopped down beside Ain, appearing to have depleted all his energy. Then, Ain quickly rose.
“N-no! It’s fine for you to just stay there.”
“How could I possibly dare to lie in the same bed as Sir Anatold?”
“……”
Ain rose from the bed and began tidying up. The cleanup after intercourse. It was always the same order. Michele lay face down on the bed, openly observing Ain.
Semen dribbled down between Ain’s legs, and he briefly wiped away the traces with a cloth before tidying their surroundings and putting on his clothes—it was a strange yet obscene sight to behold.
…Michele knew as well. The only way to call Ain, who had reverted to being a servant, back to the bed was to approach him and intertwine their fingers again. Because Ain was Lord Sheleg’s servant, he wasn’t Michele’s.
Those from the South whispered words of love so intense they made their beloved’s face heat up. They even sang ballads composed solely for their lover. Michele liked writing poems. He had never written poems for others, though, as he wanted his first to be dedicated to his wife. Nevertheless, he was rather skilled in singing.
However, it appeared that Northerners, who were cold by nature, didn’t do the same. Michele had never seen Ain laugh out loud, let alone sing. Wasn’t this the place where couples would exchange secret codes whenever they wished to be intimate?
…The time he spent here amounted to no more than half a month. However, the number of times that they had done it alone far exceeded half of those days. Ain had told him he must inform him whenever he wanted to satisfy himself, and Michele sent him signals, regardless of day or night.
To Michele, who embraced a man for the first time, Ain was the definition of lust. If Ain had been just one among many in a crowd, Michele wouldn’t have been so stirred. If he had spent his time engaging in conversation or playing games with others, he would’ve been able to endure somehow. However, the only people present were Ain and himself.
Furthermore, Ain was always by Michele’s side. As if he were stuck in a loop, Michele desired Ain, embraced him, and desired him again, repeating the pattern. If Ain were a woman, he would’ve gotten pregnant several times now.
‘Come to think of it, I was told that even though Northerners have a liberal view on intercourse before marriage, they must marry if they conceive a child…’
Then, it was only natural for Michele to propose to Ain.
‘Should I sing him a song? Or should I write a poem and present it to him?’
The only thing reflected in his green eyes was still Ain.
‘…What am I even thinking?’
Before he even realised it, Michele was on the verge of composing a poem in his head, and he quickly cut off his thoughts.
“…Ain.”
This was all because of Ain. It was because he was the only one here that Michele kept on…
“Yes, Sir Anatold?”
“I want to go outside tomorrow.”
Michele wanted to air out his feelings. However, he had already roamed the mansion as much as he possibly could, and now he could even enter whichever room he wished with his eyes closed.
“Outside, you say?”
It was a very small request. But, for some reason, Ain’s expression stiffened.
“Can’t I?”
Ain turned his head instead of answering. His blue eyes narrowed, perhaps observing the situation beyond the window. Michele was aware of Ain’s surprising ability to predict the weather. With a restless heart, Michele awaited his answer.
“…I see. It seems like the snow will stop tomorrow, so it wouldn’t be bad to take a walk and do some winter hunting while we’re at it.”
“Winter hunting?”
Michele’s curiosity was piqued far more by the mention of “winter hunt” than by the confirmation that the weather would ease tomorrow.
“Yes. Are you perhaps unfamiliar with hunting?”
“I’ve tried it a few times when I tagged along with my brothers.”
“Then, what do you think?”
“Let’s do it!” Michele replied, his words devoid of hesitation.
“I’m glad you’re happy. Since we’ll be going outside tomorrow, please rest for today.”
Ain poured some wine and handed it to him.
“Okay.”
Michele accepted the glass and drank it without a hint of suspicion. Though he often enjoyed wine in the South, he found himself able to indulge in a far more restful sleep when he drank the glasses that Ain handed him. It was probably due to the physical exertion from earlier.
orcinus comments:
i didn’t really feel like uploading another full smut chapter, but i realised it would be over 8k words if i kept it with the other part haha, chapter 4 will be around 3 parts in total : )
if michele’s exercise is holding ain, then ain’s exercise must be running from michele’s feelings like the plague
Czytam to o 6 rano… dobry początek dnia haha
Oh my gosh, is he drugging the wine? I’m still very interested in seeing how this plays out, especially after Michele finds out some truths.