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Chapter 1117

As if time had suddenly stopped, Kishiar's entire body stiffened.

Just like the first time he had looked into Kishiar’s inner self, a strong resistance surged toward Yuder. The power of the red stone drawn from deep within his body enveloped his hand and tried to open the door, but it wasn't easy. Yuder concentrated, drawing more power, unaware of the sweat drops trickling down the side of his forehead. The light bursting from his eyes grew even stronger, and simultaneously, a grinding sound erupted from between Kishiar's lips. The veins on the back of the hand gripping Yuder's leg bulged, and the protruding knuckles all trembled greatly.

Forcibly suppressing the instinct trying to close the door and reject the external touch, and having to persistently hold onto reason to do so, must not be an easy task even for him. The pain Kishiar was feeling was transmitted chaotically through their connected bodies and through the golden connection that bloomed like an explosion, making Yuder blink in a daze.

Yuder wasn't the only one drenched in sweat. Kishiar's entire body had been a mess since Yuder mounted him, as if he had fallen into water, with tremendous heat and cold sweat.

The sweet scent that bound his entire body more tightly every time the breath flowed from him like a horse running at full speed. Thoughts that flickered and disappeared inside whenever he smelled it. The peripheral sensations and seductive impulses pressing down on his body.

All of these made his limbs heavy like shackles holding down his entire body. With each blink of his eyes, those shackles seemed to grow rather than diminish, but Yuder endured to the end without collapsing and pushed out his power.

He had to protect Kishiar.

He wanted to make him even a little more comfortable.

The formidable determination that he could do anything for that made Yuder Aile surpass his limits.

He continued to use his power in a trance-like state, barely aware of what he was doing or how. And finally–

"Ugh...!"

"Hng..."

With a strong exclamation that burst out simultaneously, Kishiar's interior opened before Yuder's eyes.

Beyond the much hazier vision than usual, traces of energy barely grasped.

Everything was unclear, but it was no time to be picky.

Yuder mercilessly exerted his power with instinctive judgment and opened his clenched lips.

"Now...!"

That single word was all he could manage to utter, but he believed Kishiar would understand his meaning. As he moved the red power and released control of his scent, an overwhelming sensation began to flood in, enough to make him dizzy.

Had the invisible force not pulled and drawn in Yuder's scent, he would have truly lost consciousness due to the dizziness that surged in that moment.

"..."

As the scent moved, Kishiar's awakener energy finally began to move little by little as well. The sight of what had been as hard as stone gradually crumbling and collapsing before Yuder's touch was almost reminiscent of a massive battle.

Both vision and sensation gradually dulled in the fierce battle.

All that could be clearly felt was a sense beyond the five senses. Only the world that could be perceived through scent remained.

The power and scent of both people whirled simultaneously, striking the space. Even without touching anything, the slight energy that leaked out as if sparks were flying caused the surrounding furniture to bounce or break, and curtains and fabrics fluttered wildly as if about to tear. Some unknown small trinkets flew and hit the bed, and sometimes they really hit their bodies and bounced off, but Yuder's body, sitting on top of Kishiar like an unwavering rock, endured everything steadfastly.

How long had he been digging and burrowing towards that single point like that?

Finally, Yuder felt something catch at the end of the energy he had been moving.

He couldn't explain it, but he could feel it.

If that moved, now all the doors Kishiar had been locking would open.

Once it started to open, it couldn't be stopped, and no lock or wall could stop this entire flow anymore. As desired, his instincts would burst forth.

Only then did Yuder open his eyes again. He realized only then that he had closed his eyes, but he didn't mind. What he wanted to see was only one thing in this noisy yet quiet world.

Only the red flame-like eyes staring at him.

Others might not understand, but he could convey his meaning now without moving his lips or making a sound.

The declaration conveyed through emotion, not language, was just one.

Give me all of you.

I won't stop, so you must never stop either. That declaration, made with such intent, shone clearly through their connected gaze.

"..."

After a moment, the man who had received Yuder's meaning slowly closed and opened his eyes.

A clear affirmation, as if coloring a blank canvas with only one color.

That was enough.

The red power flowing from Yuder touched the deepest part of Kishiar's interior.

– – – –.

As if that had been the key twisting open the final door, the force that had been constantly pulling Yuder's scent began to crumble like wet sand.

The energies that had been filling the space, sporadically bursting out and rampaging, also disappeared one by one as if being sucked into the opened door.

And just before the reason that had always filled Kishiar La Orr's physical body without gaps disappeared through that door for the last time, he stared at Yuder and exhaled deeply.

Hah.

The faint breath that faded like a butterfly's wingbeat disappeared, and the strength in the hand gripping Yuder also loosened.

His fingers dropped onto the bed, and his head lost strength.

The interior that had lost its light closed again between the extinguished power, and complete silence dominated the space.

Yuder watched this scene without even blinking.

How long had he waited in a feeling like watching an egg about to crack and hatch?

Suddenly, a hand that had moved without notice swiftly pulled Yuder's arm.

As he raised his head after falling onto the body he had been sitting on, losing his balance, his gaze met the red eyes.

They were completely different from the eyes he had been facing until just now.

There were wild eyes that had never been controlled, that no one could possibly control, that had been sleeping for a long time in the deepest and purest place.

The red raw gem that knew nothing of beautifully and delicately carved language stared quietly at Yuder as if seeing him for the first time, then suddenly half-disappeared between golden eyelashes, distorting like rippling waves.

When Yuder belatedly realized that it was a smile, Kishiar had already moved his physical body with a fluid motion, reversing their positions.

The one who had been lying under Yuder, trying to suppress and endure everything somehow in pain, was now gone. The being who radiated unrestrained beauty, absorbing all of Yuder's gaze and senses, raised his upper body and slowly tilted his head, stretching his shoulders as if extending his curled-up body for the first time in a very long time.

Muscles rippling slightly as if gauging how far he could move his body. The hand that had been slowly tracing its own skin between torn clothes soon tore the fabric caught on his fingers as if ripping it apart.

"..."

The shredded pieces of fabric fell onto the muscles that seemed sculpted.

He performed all of this as if wanting Yuder, lying beneath him, to see. But even if he hadn't, Yuder wouldn't have been able to take his eyes off him. After a moment, Kishiar took another long breath with his bare body.

A transparent gaze doing nothing.

Yuder spread his arms slowly while meeting that gaze. The sensation of the fabric sticking to his skin, wet with sweat, was strangely clear. Moving his fingers that had become hot with fever, he grabbed and tore his own top just as he had seen earlier, revealing bare skin as strings and buttons were ripped.

In the silence, the man who had been staring at Yuder's exposed body as if entranced smiled sweetly.

The scent that had momentarily paused after he opened his eyes again pulsed greatly in an instant.

Like a beast baring its teeth.

That was the beginning.