71 – Bloodthirsty

I used to think that I looked exactly like a golden retriever who was very compliant.

Like an innocent look that never loses a bright smile at any moment.

A roaring voice as if you had boiled and eaten a train firebox.

The clumsy aspect of not being aware of how strong my own power is, and occasionally causing unintended accidents.

If a Golden Retriever ate garlic and became a human, it would say and act like this.

The Golden Retriever and her boasted a perfect synchro rate to the extent that it felt like such a trivial farmland street was not just a farmland street.

angel dog.

A very affectionate nickname given to a breed that may have the most caring personality in the world.

However, there is one fact that novice caretakers, distracted by such innocuous titles, implicitly forget.

The Golden Retriever is also a decent large dog, and an animal equipped with the instinct of a pet dog to bite the neck of its prey.

”Huh… oops… ha····.”

Fresh breath leaked intermittently from the pale pink lips that pressed close to my collarbone.

In the insidious heat transmitted directly to the skin, the appearance of a predator who had a dinner ahead clearly shimmered.

Because of the warrior’s attitude as she buried her face in the mound of my neck, it seemed obvious to look at her expression.

Before long, that situation was considered rather fortunate.

Because there was no way I could face the sight of her mouth, which always had a bright smile as if looking at a sunflower made in the shape of the sun, distorted by an unprecedented soggy thought.

”Hero ···· Nim ···. No····.”

Desperately swallowing the frivolous moaning that would leak out from time to time, chewing the words of plea with dry lips a couple of times, was the best resistance I could do right now.

”a little bit····. Joe, just a little more… Sup····. ha····.”

”Ugh, uh…”

Breathing heavily, as if trying to dig up something buried in my body.

It seemed like he could tell how many times she had breathed in and out, and how many times she had swallowed.

There was no direct contact with the skin.

Although, of course, her soft skin clinging to every corner of my body tightly suppressed my body.

Its purpose was to limit the freedom of my body, but I didn’t feel the slightest will to do anything to me.

Therefore, it is safe to say that at this moment, the part of her body that contained her independent will was virtually all of the tall nose that sniffed my collarbone and sniffed it.

I don’t know if she has any reason left, or if my petty pleas have reached her heart.

From the graceful movement of her being careful about touching my body, I could insinuate that she was desperately suppressing her own desires.

But does she really know?

That the sorrowful addition and subtraction of power is driving me crazy.

Occasionally, sticky droplets of water dripped onto my collarbone.

A sensual voice brushing against the bed sheets.

From the fragrant yet staggering smell of flesh that only a woman’s body can produce.

The conflict between reason and instinct must have been a word for a situation like this.

how long has it been like that

By the time I was barely, just barely, holding on to the end of the string of reason that I had almost let go of several times.

Finally, the warrior liberated me.

”I’m sorry… I’m sorry…’ Father····.”

”Whoa…”

It seemed clear to me that the hero’s behavior, which stuttered away from me like a doll with rust on its joints, was filled with unfinished regret.

”Hero… Have you calmed down now…?”

Due to the aftermath of the pressure on her body, she massaged her hands several times to relieve the cramps that had occurred here and there.

Over the past two weeks, it’s been rare for the hero to physically show closeness to me.

It’s true that I, who wanted to listen to what the hero wanted as much as possible, responded to his request every time.

It was only a light level of skinship that could be passed between relatives, such as stroking the head or giving a lap pillow.

Moreover, unlike the saintess who recklessly uses her group if her own request is not met, the warrior’s jeongchung even protected the limits I set.

It was very embarrassing to see the warrior-nim force his own demands on me like a single-minded general.

‘okay! Lip contact is not allowed! I’ll keep that in mind!’

Why didn’t I realize at the time that there was a bit of regret in that bright reply?

The reason I set an upper limit on skinship with her was no different.

Although I made up my mind not to turn away from the responsibility for defeating the hero.

It was an act that could not be said to be right as a decent adult to accept the warrior’s affection straight away under the pretext of such a sense of duty.

There are various forms of affection, and clearly distinguishing them would be a daunting task for the current warrior.

Until I was able to clearly realize what the hero’s feelings were for me, this kind of extreme skinship was strictly forbidden.

”Sorry, sorry, sorry. Father. Are you angry…?”

The gruesome figure of the hero, who was very intimidated, was like watching a timid puppy caught in the owner’s fault.

For a moment, it seemed as if the furry ears and tail had sprouted from the warrior’s head and buttocks in a drooping state.

”I’m not angry. I’m just a little surprised. So please raise your head. All you have to do is promise not to do this next time.”

”Ooh, ooh…”

again It also showed ears and a tail.

Now it is clear enough to distinguish what color the fur is and what breed it is.

this is serious

”sorry····. Father····. These days····. I’m weird these days… Just the other day, until just the other day, I felt happy enough just by occasionally stroking my hair and hugging me affectionately… Ever since I heard from Apis that the saintess and the priest might have crossed their bodies in the audience room, a strange feeling kept sprouting in my heart…”

”ah····.”

It wasn’t too difficult to guess what emotions were disturbing the hero’s heart right now.

jealousy. The feeling you feel when the love you consider yours is stolen from, or in danger of, a rival.

It was nothing special for the hero to become jealous of the saintess. Because it’s already happened.

The question was, what kind of thoughts did the hero’s jealousy come from?

If it was the desire to monopolize the one and only guardian, there was a way to overcome it somehow.

However, if the emotion that the hero is now harboring is ‘it’ at the extreme of such a peaceful family, then there was no way for me to do anything.

”When I come to my senses, my eyes keep going to the priest’s thick hands or collarbone. The temptation to burrow into the priest’s bosom and sniff it all day often inadvertently skipped meals. Moreover, the bride’s dainty earlobe. I couldn’t sleep at night because I was madly curious about how it would feel if I touched or bitten it. There were days when the urge to stick my hand inside the priest’s thick priestly robe flickered in my brain, and I couldn’t concentrate on practicing. In addition to this, when I saw the back of the priest who was rushing somewhere yesterday, the unscrupulous thought of wanting to grab the priest’s ass with my hands welled up like a hereditary.”

”uh.”

Being honest at any time was the hero’s strong point and strength.

At this moment, I felt a bit resentful of the hero’s honesty.

Pudeuk.

”Urban!”

”Yo, hero!”

It happened in an instant.

The hero who suddenly closed his eyes tightly bit his lower lip.

From the clear drops of blood that pooled around her mouth, it was easy to guess the size of the jaw force exerted on her lower lip.

It was as if he was punishing himself.

”God Lord!”

Surprised by the sudden action, I reflexively tried to recite a prayer, but the hero’s voice that suddenly burst out stopped me from doing so.

”Now! Father! While I’m blocking my sight and senses! I hope you get out of this room as soon as possible!”

”No, that’s some kind of nonsense! First of all, treat yourself calmly!”

”no! I can’t even control my own anguish, so I don’t deserve a priest’s consideration!”

A fierce struggle without even an inch of concession.

It was around the time that the three or four drops of blood that fell from the corners of the hero’s mouth were spreading on the bed sheet.

”Warrior! At the warrior’s age, it’s extremely rare to be curious about the body of the opposite sex! yes! It’s a very natural phenomenon!”

”But I neglected the priest’s will and only tried to satisfy my own greed! This is something that should never be done as a person before being a warrior! Isn’t that the work of brutes!”

I was momentarily speechless at the sudden conclusion.

If I had a tape recorder in my hand, I would want to record what the warrior said right now and tell it to the saintess.

”I’ll take the punishment sweetly. To me who has committed a transgression! To me who tarnished my honor! There is absolutely no such thing as the right to claim to be a hero! I will surrender! And dwell on this sin for the rest of my life! I will live with atonement!”

”Hero!?”

If left alone, he was ready to commit seppuku on his own somewhere sunny around here.

”Oh really!”

Grabbing the hero’s shoulders with both hands was an unconscious act.

Because right now, in my head, only the sense of duty to somehow calm down the warrior’s rampage for peace in this world was burning.

Immediately after that, there was no time to examine the success probability or consistency of the stupid alternatives that flashed in my mind.

”By dividing the property I’ve accumulated so far! The bride is 20%! Let the big team own 10%! Please donate the rest to orphanages located throughout the islands!”

Swoop.

I closed my eyes tightly and carefully raised the hand of the warrior who was making a bold speech.

”Whoa.”

After taking one deep breath.

He slowly brought the white back of his hand to my lips.

side.

”uh?”

Right after that, as if that trivial sound had become the sound of thunder, the hero suddenly stopped talking with his eyes wide open.