Hero's Coffin Chapter 84

Chapter 84

At his question, Haren moved his lips a couple of times before slowly nodding. He looked as if he hadn't expected this question to come first in a situation where they had been hit by a dangerous curse.

"Yes. I can feel the curse, but I can endure it."

"That's good... Then I'll manage on my own, haa, I'll try to stay awake, so you should leave quickly."

Was it because his holy soul wasn't greatly affected by a demon's curse, or was his mental strength that strong? Thinking how envious that was, he again ordered him to leave. Though he understood why sexual desire was boiling up, if he just didn't fall asleep again, he wouldn't be trapped in nightmares, right?

So he hoped Haren would quickly disappear from his sight, but he didn't leave.

"How long do you think you can endure in that state? Are you planning to never sleep for the rest of your life?"

"That's, huh, not something for you to worry about."

"...Then you shouldn't have worried either."

It was a very strange response. But he had no leisure to question it again, and moreover, his mind went blank as he saw Haren approaching him.

He shook his head urgently and shouted.

"Don't come closer...!"

"How do you intend to handle all that demonic energy with that weak body? The pain tearing your body will only get worse as time passes, and you'll vomit blood again. So it's better to resolve it quickly and end it."

Haren answered with utmost calmness as he bent down in front of him. Though he shouted at him not to come, he kept fidgeting as if wanting to touch the being imbued with holy power, causing his wrists and ankles to become red and swollen from rubbing against the ropes. Haren seemed bothered by this and carefully untied the ropes.

Yes, his actions might have been the compassion of a merciful hero. It was just a ridiculous situation where he had meddled and gotten hit by a demon's curse, yet he was taking care of even this. Perhaps he had resolved himself relatively easily since they had already done it once on the sky island, but...

Shit, there was a reason he was telling him not to come...!

"...Ah."

Crash, as soon as the ropes binding him were untied, a loud noise rang through the room. This noise occurred between him and Haren, because his body had lost control and suddenly rushed into his arms.

Haren received him in his arms as he sat down, almost falling backward. Though his unconscious kindness ingrained in his body was admirable, it was a very regrettable thing for him. Straddling his legs, he recklessly brought his face close...

"Huk. Why, why aren't you avoiding..."

Just before their lips collided, he barely grasped his reason.

They had almost touched dangerously. With the feeling of barely holding back the reins of a charging horse, he lowered his head. Even then, Haren didn't move at all and just looked at him, making him feel suddenly indignant.

More than him, no, he was someone with reflexes incomparably better than him, so why wasn't he avoiding? He could have thrown him aside, or at least covered his mouth. There were so many ways to subdue him!

For a moment, Haren's eyes seemed to waver, but he had no leisure to pay attention to that. He pleaded urgently.

"Quickly, tie me up again."

"..."

"Huu, please, I'm not in my right mind..."

Already his body out of control had started rubbing against Haren. Though he had lowered his head unable to face him, his forehead pressed against Haren's nape of its own accord, and even his lower body tried to move. Though he barely held that back, he didn't know when he might commit a crazy act.

From the moment he touched Haren, he couldn't separate from him by his own will. So the only way was for Haren to tie him up, and he urged desperately, but the answer came very late.

"...If you're in this state, just ask for help."

"No, no. I don't need help. So hurry... Huk!"

Haren reached out his hand. A high-pitched sound escaped as he felt a sensation burrowing into his waistband. Perhaps thinking that the heat would subside if he relieved him once with his hand like before, he gently wrapped around his fully erect member.

"Huut...!"

And as soon as Haren's hand touched him, splurt, white fluid burst out from the tip of his member. His mind went dizzy as he reached climax in an instant, and though this situation was truly shameful, the damn pleasure was so intense that he tightly hugged Haren and trembled all over.

Even after ejaculating once, his member didn't die down but rather swelled even more stiffly. From the moment Haren had reached out his hand, he had sensed this method wouldn't be possible, and now he too must know that his condition was far more abnormal than last time.

"This, hic, won't work. So hurry and tie me up, huu, or just knock me out. I'll just be trapped in nightmares, okay?"

"...Being trapped in nightmares means you might never wake up."

"It's fine. I won't die, right?"

He blurted out incoherently. Since the failure penalty for the quest to help the hero was death, wouldn't he not die in this situation? This was a situation where he got cursed while helping. No, then would he die for not helping properly in the end? Because he was trying to devour the hero? Shit, his head was too dizzy to judge.

He wanted to find the NPC and argue, but then the urgent judgment that it shouldn't be here now followed. These scattered thoughts pouring out were definitely not normal.

Sensing the precarious limit, he begged Haren almost sobbing.

"You hate me, don't you? This situation must be horrible for you. So please..."

"...I don't, hate you that much."

The belated answer contained incredibly unexpected content. It was such a puzzling and bewildering statement that he raised his head to look at the other, wondering if he had heard wrong.

Of course, enough reason remained to judge that not hating didn't mean liking. However, he was suddenly surprised to find no disgust in the blue eyes he now faced. At first there had been a faint disgust as if dealing with a necessary evil, but it seemed to have disappeared at some point.

When was that? When he came to wake him from the nightmare? Or before that? As he vaguely traced his memories, Haren spoke calmly.

"If you're not in your right mind, we should be more careful. Tying you up won't make the curse disappear, and if you lose your reason and go wild, it would be a big problem. Also, knocking you out now won't solve the problem either..."

"But there's no other way, huu, so we have to gamble."

"Why isn't there another way?"

"...What?"

The conversation seemed to be going off track. No, was he unconsciously rejecting Haren's words? As he blinked blankly, Haren reached out to his face. Seeing transparent liquid on his fingertips that had lightly brushed his eyes, he realized then that tears had formed at the corners of his eyes.

He must look unsightly with his face all red from the heat and even shedding tears. He wanted to hide from embarrassment, but from the moment Haren's hand, that is, bare skin, touched him, his body lost control again. Even this small contact was enough to make his body burn.

He let out a moan as he tilted his face to follow the hand, almost as if drawn by a magnet. It was difficult to hold back this dog-like body with the handful of reason remaining. Before he really became a dog...!

"I told you I can feel the curse too."

Just then, Haren's low voice rang in his ear. Before he could judge what it meant, the hand that had almost touched his face finally cupped his cheek, and then their lips met. Haren had tilted his head and kissed him first.

Was the act of lowering the shield that had been blocking the curse mercy, or impulse?

"...!"

The moment the warm, soft flesh overlapped, all thought stopped. He was surprised by the sensation of their lips meeting, then shocked by the breath he felt between their lips... His reason completely evaporated. From that moment on, he pounced on Haren like a madman.

He hugged Haren's neck and kissed him frantically. He couldn't even tell if he had inserted his tongue first or not. He just clung desperately to the breath the saint was giving as if it were the elixir of life, and though they were already close, he moved his body wanting to go deeper, never satisfied.

This feeling was a first. The sensation of hot, moist flesh tangling and rubbing together, and the sensation of lips crushing against each other were so shocking. Was the saint's breath sweeter because he was imbued with holy power, or was he just so aroused that even a kiss excited him this much?

Each stimulus felt like it was smashing his head. The wet sounds spreading in his mouth echoed loudly in his head, and heavy breaths kept falling between their lips.

"Just a moment, mm...?"

Haren withdrew from the overheating kiss, but he could hardly bear even a moment's gap. He pounced on him again and kissed him, growling as he bit his lip as if reproaching the previous action. It was an irritated sound rumbling in his throat.

Finally, Haren grabbed his shoulders firmly and pulled him away.

"Breathe properly. If you don't breathe at all while doing this—"

Haren's voice didn't properly enter his head. Whether some admonition followed or not, he just felt sad. His body was firmly held by both hands so he couldn't rush forward like before.

"Again, do it again quickly. Kiss me right now."

Already addicted to Haren's breath, being separated even for a moment now was too painful. It was an even greater pain than what he had felt in the nightmare. Resentment even welled up that if he was going to separate him like this, he shouldn't have shared that breath in the first place.

As he glared at him with wide eyes, urging him to kiss again, Haren let out a dry laugh. He seemed surprised by the changed attitude of the being who had been shouting at him to get away until just moments ago.