Hero's Coffin Chapter 39

Chapter 39

The touch of the firm palm enveloping and stroking the shaft felt good, and even the sensation of the thumb circling the glans was thrillingly electrifying. Exhausted from wrestling with all sorts of emotions, his body was swept more quickly into the swamp of sexual sensation.

The heat that had started from the wound on his left arm and spread throughout his body now converged to a single point. It felt as if all his nerve endings were twisted into that one handful of Harenir's hand. Before he knew it, he was responding to each of Harenir's touches, and the movement of those fingers was all he was conscious of.

The intense heat melted his brain. As the hand stroking his lower region sped up, his moans threatened to become more explicit. Nng, at the sound that was almost like crying, he hurriedly bit his lip.

"Sob, huu, mmph."

Blood flowed, but he didn't care. If he could just stop these sounds, he'd be fine even if he collapsed from excessive blood loss. ...Wouldn't that actually be beneficial?

Thinking it was a very reasonable judgment, he bit down even harder. As his body heated up, it became more difficult to suppress his moans, but he persevered, digging his front teeth into his lower lip. He covered his mouth with both hands.

At some point, he was making groaning sounds inside his mouth. The moaning sounds were resonating in his throat, and around that time, Harenir let out a small sigh. It was close to an incredulous chuckle.

"Just make noise."

The words telling him to breathe comfortably, that he wouldn't mind, sounded quite merciful. As if he hadn't expected him to endure so stubbornly, Harenir looked him over and reached out his hand. While still caressing his lower region with his right hand, he used his left hand to tidy his disheveled hair. It was a mess, soaked with sweat.

His head had been shaking this way and that as he writhed from the stimulation, so his vision had been partially obscured by his black hair. When Harenir brushed it away with his hand, he felt aggrieved to see him clearly. He almost rubbed his cheek against Harenir's hand again without realizing it.

The tip of Harenir's index finger briefly brushed his eye. He seemed to have wiped away a tear.

"I think it's the first time I've seen color in your face."

Harenir muttered as if to himself. It was understandable that he found it interesting, as the face that had been so pale it could be mistaken for an evil spirit until now was completely flushed red. That made his emotions well up. Both Harenir's kindness and these merciful touches all made him feel miserable.

He shook his head vigorously, shaking off Harenir's hand, and said,

"This... let's pretend it never happened tomorrow..."

His voice trembled with a sob, coming out almost like a plea. But he didn't care whether his words sounded like an earnest request or if they sounded like he was desperately clinging to Harenir.

"I saved your subordinates, didn't I? This is, sob, beyond the Encroachment Zone search we initially agreed on, but I still helped, so don't remember what happened today. Huu, I won't ask for anything else..."

He struggled to continue speaking. In truth, he didn't think he had saved Kalterik or Noi, he had just acted according to the quest to help the hero, but he deliberately called it help. Moreover, even if Harenir said the sky island was part of the Encroachment Zone search, he stubbornly separated it.

At first, he had demanded recognition of his help for the quest's success, and if he aimed for more, he would have asked not only for a reduced sentence but also for additional compensation. But now, none of that mattered. If he could trade all his hardships so far for this one thing, he would agree without hesitation. No, he would even stake his future hardships.

So please.

"Let's pretend nothing happened between you and me."

"..."

"I'm going to act like I don't know anything, ugh..."

The packaging of this act as repayment or treatment was all meaningless. He just wanted to erase this memory itself. Like deleting play records in a game.

Fuck... He barely swallowed the curses that kept trying to burst out. It wasn't that he was holding back because he was nice, but if he spoke out loud, he felt like he would burst into tears out of anger. Even now, tears were probably hanging at the corners of his eyes. Fearing that Harenir might touch them again out of curiosity, he covered his face with both hands as if hiding it.

If Harenir's hand approached, he would probably pant and rub his face against it like an animal again.

"You said you're good at enduring terrible things, right? I'm also, hah, enduring something terrible right now. So... let's pretend nothing happened today, huu..."

It was a mutually beneficial agreement since they, no, both he and him were in a situation of endurance. Moreover, wasn't the reason he came here now simply because he couldn't ask his subordinate holy knights to do this, so he stepped up himself? He was quite certain, but for some reason, there was no answer from Harenir.

He became irritated at the lack of any sound or response. Are you ignoring me now? He removed his hands abruptly, only to immediately meet blue eyes. It was a gaze that seemed to have been staring at him all along.

"..."

Harenir seemed to find it strange that it was him making such statements first. Their gazes intertwined silently at close range, and then Harenir nodded.

"Alright."

It was a ready answer, as if there was no reason for him to refuse either.

As the tension dissipated with a thud and relief washed over him, Harenir moved his hand again. He stroked the shaft of the penis diagonally while moving it up and down. The sensation of the skin sliding seemed stronger than before.

"Huung, ah, wait, mmph."

A moan escaped at the intense stimulation. Embarrassed by the sound filled with nasality, even if brief, he quickly closed his mouth, furrowing his brow. As he bit his lower lip again, which was already torn and ragged from bleeding, Harenir stopped him.

Pressing down on his lip firmly with his thumb, Harenir said,

"It's going to disappear tomorrow anyway, is there any need to hurt yourself?"

"Huah, hand, nng, take your hand away..."

"We've used up all the potions, so we can't even treat it now."

The voice reciting the reason was quite calm. He wondered if it was just a minor lip injury, and if he was the only one uncomfortable, but Harenir's voice still had an unnecessary ability to mesmerize people. Struggling with sexual sensations, he couldn't make proper judgments and just ended up nodding.

At that compliance, Harenir smiled gently.

"That's right. It's something neither you nor I will remember."

"Nng, hut, ah, don't grip that so tightly..."

"It's nothing at all..."

Harenir's behavior of repeating the statements he had made was puzzling but also welcome. As he slowly nodded his head as if it was fine, chewing over each word, he felt a sense of satisfaction at having reached a very good agreement. So his resistance to this situation completely disappeared.

"Hah... Just a little more..."

He buried his face against Harenir's hand, which was still pressing down on his lower lip, as if yearning for it. It was an act done out of wanting to get a little closer, but unintentionally, he ended up swallowing Harenir's thumb. No, not this. He wanted a wider surface area.

As he groaned and spat out the thumb, shaking his head, Harenir chuckled and moved his hand. The moment his cheek touched the large palm, a welcome pleasure rushed in. As he acknowledged the hand he had been trying to avoid all along, and the chilling sexual sensation from that contact, the heat throughout his body boiled.

Hah, even as he rubbed his cheek against the palm as if burying himself in it, Harenir didn't say anything particular. He just quietly offered his hand to him, then slightly moved his index finger to caress the corner of his eye. Was it an impulse, or was he curious about the reddened eye area again?

"..."

What expression was he making now? He was curious, but with his vision blurred by tears, he couldn't look up at him accurately. In fact, more than that, all his concentration was now focused solely on rubbing his cheek against the palm.

It was a very straight, beautiful hand, but it was firm, probably from holding a sword. Moreover, it was so large that it seemed like it could encompass his entire face. As he fully indulged in feeling Harenir's palm, his lower region became even tighter, and he lowered his own hand.

The desire for climax had grown so strong that he forgot his shame and grabbed his own member, shaking it. He felt Harenir hesitate as their fingers intertwined with Harenir's hand already gripping it, but he had no room to mind him now. He just moaned, lifting his hips.

Probably, no, certainly, it was close to the sight of masturbating with his hand.

But this would all disappear. Reminding himself of only that, he blindly pursued pleasure. Before he knew it, he was letting out moans close to sobs, rubbing his face, hot with fever, against Harenir's firm hand.

"Huuut..."

Finally, he reached a thrilling climax. It was an ecstasy that seemed to go beyond making his head dizzy, completely bleaching it and turning him into an idiot. He had expected to feel terrible after ejaculating like this, but an overwhelming pleasure that prevented even such judgment struck his head.

He curled up tightly and trembled violently. Splash, splash, the ejaculation continued for a long time. Was it because of the succubus's curse, or because this body was originally so distant from such sexual sensations that it took a long time? He blankly lowered his gaze, then quickly turned his head away when he saw the white fluid trickling down their intertwined fingers.

He felt a gaze directed at him, but he just stared at the wall, panting. He decided not to judge whether the reason his head was spinning was because he had seen such an intensely erotic sight, or because he had newly recognized the owner of the hand overlapping his.

It was a night that would disappear tomorrow.