Chapter 78 Immersive Experience: Darkness followed by light, light followed by darkness, and...
Darkness followed by light, light followed by darkness, repeating itself like the gathering and dispersing clouds, yet failing to awaken the lovers immersed in their affection.
Celine, who was engrossed in reading, once visited Reinhardt and the chief out of humanitarian concern. Later, she discovered that a barrier had been set up outside their hut, so she rolled her eyes and helped to provide cover, dragging away the curator who wanted to see Reinhardt again.
It's not clear how much time has passed.
Reinhardt was exhausted and drifted in and out of sleep for a long time before being awakened by the sound of pattering rain outside his window on a cloudy day at an unknown time.
Before his mind could fully awaken, Reinhardt's eyelids trembled slightly, but he didn't open them. He heard breathing beside him and Buster's deep, amused voice.
"woke up?"
Reinhardt wanted to respond, but his throat was so dry that he could only manage a single syllable in response.
"Um."
Buster reached out his hand.
Lifting his waist, Reinhardt "saw" him bring a glass of water to his lips. Immediately afterwards, the Storm Leader brought over a steaming hot meat roll.
Presumably it was spare food stored in the ring, Buster didn't want to leave Reinhardt's side for even a second, so he took the food and used it.
He didn't care whether he was eating in bed or not; Reinhardt ate whatever was available and honestly began to gnaw on the meat roll.
He had a small appetite and small teeth, so he would finish eating after only eating half of his food. Most of the rest ended up in Buster's stomach.
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Buster leaned in again and gently kissed Reinhardt's lips.
But he stopped breathing immediately.
Buster certainly wanted to continue, to the point of wanting to devour Reinhardt. But he also knew the meaning of moderation; compared to a lifetime of indulgence, sustainable development was far more important.
He wrapped his arms around Reinhardt's waist, pulled him back into his embrace, and used himself as a cushion so that Reinhardt could lean on his shoulder.
Hearts pounded in their chests, warmth mingled, and the blankets enveloping them hung high in the air. The low-temperature island in the clouds formed a small barrier, blocking out all the noise and commotion.
Reinhardt felt a slight ache in his lower back. Buster seemed to have a clear understanding of his physical condition. Without him having to do anything, Buster placed his large hands on his lower back and began to massage it slowly and deliberately.
The son of the gods doesn't know how to be shy, and at first his body would instinctively shrink back. But after Buster's persistent touching, he has now changed his habit of shrinking back, and instead will slowly move closer, openly letting Buster tease him.
She is both obedient and reserved, innocent yet tinged with amorous feelings.
The breathtaking beauty resulted in the Storm Leader's bottom line being lowered once again.
His palm spun around the poor little god's hat, and feeling the other person cry, he whispered in the ear of the beautiful god with messy golden hair.
"Want to come in again?"
The little god was crying, and his body was trembling. Poor Reinhardt couldn't speak, he could only reach out and hug Buster, giving him another gentle kiss in response.
Okay, now all principles are completely gone.
Buster lifted Reinhardt and pressed him onto the bed.
The pillows and mattress were very soft, and Reinhardt sank into them, his soft hair scattered about. The curve of his fair face fit perfectly against the curve of Buster's palm. He tilted his head and rubbed against it, feeling as if some cool liquid was dripping onto his navel.
Only five hours had passed since the last entry, and the Storm Leader was still in a state where entry was perfectly possible, so the little god encountered no obstacles and was easily bound and secured.
The fragile god's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and a few drops of water seeped from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks with each short breath.
Buster, his knuckles wet with Reinhardt's tears, bent down and slowly licked away the traces of moisture.
This time, Buster wanted to slow down, so he stopped teasing Reinhardt and gently stroked his head while giving him tender kisses.
Reinhardt, whose tears were still falling, also raised his hand to touch his face.
...
From the first time they had sex, Reinhardt liked to touch his face.
Buster understood that this was how he saw himself clearly, so every time he would approach with a smiling face, trying to deepen his impression of him as the most handsome and friendly one.
The surging trembling did not signify the end. Buster wiped away the divine tears flowing from his body, and continued this tender and affectionate moment with kisses, embraces, and caresses.
Reinhardt was sleepy again.
Resting his head on Buster's shoulder, he tilted his head to feel the warmth of the body. He could hear the vigorous heartbeat emanating from the firm muscles, but his attention was drawn to a sudden, strange noise coming from the window.
"Is it raining outside?" His voice was hoarse and muffled, even a little nasal.
Although the tone was calm, it sounded quite cute.
Buster responded and placed a kiss on his brow.
After thinking for a moment, Buster took out a pair of trousers from his ring and put them on. He then wrapped Reinhardt tightly in a thick blanket, opened the French windows, and sat down on a chair on the small balcony, clutching the scroll of divine power.
The balcony had eaves, and the chairs were undamaged by the rain, only slightly damp. This was negligible for Buster, who was prone to bursting through the summer heat.
He held Reinhardt and sat him down, then gave him another kiss on the cheek: "It's been raining for a long time, and there are still huge dark clouds in front of us, so we can't see the sun. The surrounding area is shrouded in mist, and the little house we're in is also being embraced by the clouds."
He continued to describe the scenery before him to Reinhardt. Reinhardt slowly stretched out his hand, feeling the traces of the wind and the coolness of the rain with his fingertips.
The blanket slipped off his shoulders, and Buster, not wanting to spoil his mood, wrapped himself up even tighter. He held the blanket up to cover his chest, lowered his head, and rested his chin on Reinhardt's shoulder, which was chilly from the wind.
His long, golden hair swayed in the wind, with several strands hanging across Buster's face. He pulled the strands down and simply wrapped them around his knuckles, gently rubbing and playing with them with his fingertips.
He looked at Reinhardt's fingertips, which were slightly curled in the wind, and murmured, "There's a beautiful little town to the south, where it's warm all year round and different flowers bloom in each season. There's a volcano there that erupts a little about every two years, but it's so small that it's not very powerful. So people just pile up flower petals on the crater."
“When the volcano erupts, the petals will fall like snow across the city. Then there will be a two-month-long rainstorm, and there will be rainbows.” Buster noticed that Reinhardt liked wind and rain, so he suggested, “Later, when it’s almost time for the eruption, I’ll take you to see it.”
Reinhardt's fingertips paused slightly as he still felt the wind and rain. Seemingly touched by the word "later," his fingers slowly curled back.
After slowly putting it down, he seemed to be lost in thought.
The wind howled past, abruptly scattering something. Reinhard turned his head and spoke to his lover beside him.
"Can we go now?"
"I might not be able to wait that long."
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