He thought of days gone by. There had been a time when he had hated Jaibid so much that he had wanted to kill him. He had thought that these feelings of hatred would remain unresolved for a lifetime. Even now, when he thought of the time Jaibid had cast him aside, a dull pain spread through his chest. Does it hurt? No. This feeling could not be simplified as mere pain. 

Still, the desire to kill Jaibid was gone. Nor did he want to cause him pain. Instead, he wanted to hold him. Just hold him, again and again.

“Your Highness.”

He called softly, but there was no response. A bittersweet pain spread through Zetak’s chest as he remembered how Jaibid had waited for him, unchanged, for seven years. He thought of the past, of that distant day when tears had streamed down his face without him realising that he was crying. On that day, Jaibid had held him close and cried so sadly. 

Zetak thought to himself, Maybe I gave up everything that day. There was no choice but to be vulnerable in front of Jaibid. No matter how he looked at it, he had never been able to win against him – in any way.

“Are you asleep?” 

Zetak stroked Jaibid’s cheek gently. In the past, Zetak had hated himself. He had been disgusted by his body, consumed by the influence of the demon within. The twisted face, the grotesque snake scales, the spider legs growing out of his body, the tentacle sprouting from where his tongue had been severed – it was all horrible and repulsive to him. 

But Jaibid had treated it all as if it were nothing.

Zetak remembered the first time he had shown Jaibid the spider’s legs, how his heart had trembled when Jaibid had touched them without the slightest hesitation. He had pretended to be unaffected, but the truth was that he had been shaken.

‘He probably doesn’t know,’ Zetak thought, ‘how those seemingly insignificant actions saved me in so many ways.’ If anything, it would have been easier if Jaibid had screamed in disgust or shown hatred. Then there would have been no need to hesitate.

“Jaibid.”

It was Jaibid who had saved him, and it was Jaibid who had broken him. And yet it was Jaibid who had healed him again. Zetak understood. He knew that everyone who looked at him would call him a fool. They would ask why he clung to someone like that, why he didn’t just move on and find someone else. They might even pity him. 

But he couldn’t help it. Why did he care so much for this person? Why did he love someone who could make his blood pressure soar, someone so frustrating and maddening? 

Zetak had no answer. All he knew was that he couldn’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else. 

Zetak stopped thinking. Yes, if he could define it, he wouldn’t have come this far. What could he do when everything felt so good? He rose to his feet. Maybe his feelings weren’t normal, he didn’t know. Zetak himself knew.

An obsession as strange as Karial’s. If he hadn’t received an answer to his feelings from Jaibid, wouldn’t he have ended up like her one day? Zetak thought about it sometimes. It probably didn’t matter. It was an unlikely future anyway. Zetak looked at Jaibid. Whether in the past or now, he had tasted happiness because of him. And his frustration was released.

“Ha… Thinking about it makes me angry.”

The countless needles that had pierced him. Zetak gritted his teeth. Jaibid, sleeping peacefully in his arms, irritated him. At the same time, he was beautiful. This is the Emperor’s fault. Zetak muttered to himself and stood up. When he lifted the blanket, Jaibid was n*ked. The reason he hadn’t woken up, no matter how much he called, was right here.

Jaibid has just fallen asleep after being tortured by Zetak. Not on the luxurious bed of the Imperial Palace. It was a creaky, hard inn bed. Maybe it had been a rough night, but Jaibid didn’t wake up when Zetak pulled his legs apart. Zetak aimed his still angry c*ck at his hole and pushed it in. It slipped out and gently took over his. Jaibid moaned softly, unmoved by the call. Her forehead furrowed, her eyebrows twitched, and her eyelids fluttered. Zetak watched, quietly.

“Ah……?”

Jaivid looked up at Zetak, confused, as if he didn’t understand what was going on. After a long moment, he let out a strange moan.

“What are you doing…?”

He swallowed the moan as he spoke. Zetak began to move his hips.

“Just a little. Because your highness is sick.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden….?”

The words were unfinished. Jaibid bit his lip at the unannounced slap, hard enough to make a popping sound, his expression telling Zetak. What a wake-up call. But the expression gradually relaxed. His eyes clouded with joy. His lips parted slightly as his breathing quickened. Zetak watched Jaibid’s reaction without blinking. Sweet. Erotic. He has no idea what he looks like when he’s impaled.

He thought to himself and lowered himself. Pressing his torso against his, he moved only his hips, like an animal. Physical pleasure. Mental pleasure. This Jaibid. The man he thought he’d never be able to connect with because of our status is pinned beneath him. He gasped as he entered him. Zetak thought he would come just thinking about it.

Zetak gritted his teeth as he clasped his back and floated lewdly, his mouth crashing down on him in a devouring grip. Jaibid swallowed a moan and sucked on Zetak’s tentacles. Zetak gasped at the up and down pleasure. Good boy, beautiful. I love it when you do that just for me. A simple, childish thought tugged at his hindquarters.

He felt himself on the verge of *jaculation, and with each short, hard stroke, Jaibid’s tension grew stronger and stronger. It was a reflexive reaction, but for Zetak it was an irresistible stimulus. With a small moan, Jaibid *jaculated. Zetak, who had unconsciously tensed his back, let out a small gasp and *jaculated as well. The only mistake was that his tongue, which shared the function of his p*nis, also *jaculated. Jaibid grunted and caught it in his mouth. As he pulled the tentacle out, Jaibid looked up at him with a grimace.

“I said ……. at the same time.”

White liquid dripped from his mouth as he spoke. Zetak’s lower body seemed burdened by the sight. Damn, that’s sweet. Don’t say that with mine in your mouth. Jaibid twitched his lips slightly and frowned. His throat moved as he murmured, “That’s not good.” Zetak laughed despite himself.

No matter how hard he tried, he always got what he wanted. Zetak liked that about Jaibid; he could be cold on the outside, but with a little push, he’d come around and do what he wanted. Of course, it was even better to know that it was only him. Zetak pulled out his p*nis. Zetak looked down at his throbbing, spurting hole. Zetak looked down at the hole where he had spurted his seed. Jaibid, unaware of Zetak’s thoughts, could only sag.

“I slept well and I don’t know what the hell this is.”

Jaibid closed his eyes, looking tired and almost faint. Zetak pulled him into a hug. They could clean up after him when he was asleep. For now it would be best to let him sleep.

“Shall we return to the palace soon?”

Jaibid opened his eyes. Sleepy eyes looked at Zetak, then closed again.

“How long have you been away?”

“Almost two years, I think.”

Jaibid muttered to himself and shifted. Whether unconsciously or in search of warmth, he crawled into Zetak’s arms. Zetak smiled to himself. His heart tickled every time he did that. Maybe he doesn’t realize how much he lifts himself up and down. Zetak hugged him and kissed the top of his head. Jaibid didn’t react, he was already asleep.

“It really has come to this.”

A lot has happened in two years, he whispered in Jaibid’s ear. Leaving the palace penniless. Realizing afterwards that he didn’t have any money with him. Bartering Jaibid’s robes to raise money. He chuckled to himself, “I really did leave without a plan.” He chuckled to himself. He thought back over the past few days, one by one. Doing some mercenary work to make money. Being hunted as a demon. Jaibid chasing them away with his sword. Homeless in the forest. Went to the lake. Oh, and met a butterfly.

He thought of Nabi. It had been a year ago. They had met by chance while camping in the forest, without exchanging words, just looking at each other. Maybe they had just nodded at each other before passing. Nabi carried the beast that Zetak had left behind. Caring for the young animal seemed to have brought some brightness to Nabi.

There weren’t any noticeable, dramatic changes, but it seemed that way, at least to Zetak. Perhaps because they lived in the forest, the beast had changed its form from a snake to a wolf, mimicking the animals it saw around it. What kind of end would they finally meet? Zetak began to imagine their end, but decided against it. There was still time. If fate allowed it, they would meet again some day. That was what Zetak chose to believe.

“First, let’s go back to the palace and take it easy. This time we will prepare properly and go on a luxurious journey, shall we?”

There was no answer, but Zetak felt satisfied. Jaibid was in his arms. No matter what answer he would have given, Zetak knew he would have been satisfied. Whether they rested in the palace for a while before leaving again, or continued to explore the world like this, perhaps this was what happiness felt like. Feeling the warmth of the person in his embrace, he closed his eyes.