Chapter 84 Regret is Natural
Reinhardt didn't have much control over his life; deciding what time to get up was one thing, deciding which direction their aircraft would turn was another.
It's the same if Buster kisses him.
Feeling dizzy from the kiss, his hand unconsciously loosened its grip on the thin chain. Reinhardt, sensing Buster's sudden reaction, struggled to form new sentences, thinking...
...Now there's one more thing.
Although Buster claimed to have handed over control to Reinhardt, he actually retained the initiative. However, he was remarkably 'obedient,' truly matching Reinhardt's rhythm, suspended in mid-air, waiting for Reinhardt to decide what to do, and then communicating with him through the thin chain.
He spread a black blanket on the sofa, and Reinhardt, dressed in a soft dress, lay on it, his skin so white it almost glowed in the firelight.
The beautiful child of the gods resembled a bride who had just finished her wedding and was preparing to spend the night with her husband.
Her braids were disheveled, and a corner of the light green tulle was tucked in, while the long hem of her skirt was folded up near her stomach.
A small, intimate piece of fabric hung beside his clean ankles, and the tiny deity, who should have been openly facing the heavens, was hidden inside the body of the robust Buster.
Instead, the little storm leader swayed in the void, occasionally nodding and bowing to its master's rhythm, patting the piled-up skirt.
The upper body clothing was also mostly removed, just enough to reveal the brightly colored forbidden fruit of the gods. It was crystal clear, with several shallow teeth marks embedded around it.
Because Reinhardt was quite afraid of pain, the Storm Leader went easy on him and didn't use much force.
Two-thirds of the tiny deity was exposed, and the part of him with tears streaming down his face was gently treated by the Storm Leader. Reinhardt unconsciously tightened the thin chain again.
The bells around Buster's neck jingled softly as he smiled and placed his hands on Reinhardt's waist, teaching him how to strike.
After a few rapid, choked breaths, Reinhardt impatiently raised his chin, his Adam's apple bobbing on his smooth neck. He opened his mouth and sighed as if he were about to suffocate.
Buster, on the other hand, was engrossed in teaching and dedicated himself to bringing Reinhardt to tears.
The poor son of the gods felt neglected, and the corners of his eyes turned crimson with hot, moist tears. The places where he was used to being treated roughly felt sore, itchy, and numb.
But he could feel Buster's hands were busy, unable to spare a moment to dispel his sadness.
Knowing full well the principle that self-reliance leads to abundance, Reinhardt cast aside his reason and the few remaining traces of shame. He pursed his lips and tremblingly touched the neglected area.
Learn from Buster's way in front of him.
He could sense that the Storm Leader, who had been bullying him all along, had stopped moving, but a sense of dissatisfaction crept up his spine, and Reinhardt had no time to pay attention to the other's pause or the reason why he had been suddenly tightened around.
Knowing only how to slightly increase the area of contact, the pure-hearted deity, without any instruction, learned to please herself, while also subtly teasing her lover.
Buster was captivated by his frankness and couldn't resist joining the exploration and planting team.
Reinhardt thought Buster was going to take over everything, but to his surprise, this wicked man actually held his hand down.
“Continue,” Buster said.
His breath sprayed onto Reinhardt's skin, and he began a new lesson. Since his hands were inconvenient, he lowered his grip on Reinhardt's waist and adopted a more proactive approach, exhausting himself to overwhelm Reinhardt.
The bells around their necks jingled softly and delicately in their intimacy.
The night went on intermittently until dawn broke, when the two welcomed a brand new sunrise, and the curtain fell in the sea breeze.
No need to worry about being woken up by the increasingly scorching sun, Buster specially took out a simple sunshade from his ring before falling asleep.
The setup was completed without much effort, and he moved in with Reinhardt, who was wrapped in a fluffy blanket.
With no time limit, they enjoyed themselves for two or three days before continuing their journey south.
The storm carried Reinhardt to the docks and some inland cities, almost without exception.
As a result, Reinhardt experienced many different cultural atmospheres.
And because he is so incredibly handsome, he is approached and chatted up by countless men and women wherever he goes.
Buster was very unhappy, but he also wanted Reinhardt to enjoy the feeling of communicating with the outside world, so most of the time he tolerated it.
Of course, this mostly excludes situations where men approach women.
No way! Buster absolutely will not allow any bastard to flirt with his wife in front of him.
...
Because Reinhardt was so stunningly beautiful, he was often mistaken for a woman. At first, Buster tried to explain, but seeing Reinhardt's nonchalant attitude (and his genuinely petty nature), Buster simply announced to the public that they were husband and wife.
Being a married woman did indeed deter some men who still had a modicum of moral decency. But Buster underestimated the perversion of human nature and the desire for forbidden relationships.
He was shocked to discover that Reinhardt, now a married woman, was even more popular. The number of stalkers she attracted had also increased, and the Storm Leader was on high alert, practically glued to Reinhardt.
A journey without a destination, free from the constraints of identity, time slipped through their fingers in a flash, and before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination. Unfortunately, the legendary volcanic town that was said to erupt with flower petals had now entered summer, and the living volcano showed no signs of erupting for the time being.
Buster and Reinhardt stood on the lawn inside the crater, the fierce winds at the summit whipping their clothes and hair into a frenzy.
A full, neat braid, personally styled by the increasingly skilled Storm Leader, hung from Reinhardt's left shoulder. His deep blue fish-patterned skirt danced in the wind, making him look like a mermaid swimming in the air, still breathtakingly beautiful.
Buster hugged Reinhardt from behind, took his hand, and slowly drew the shape of a volcano in the latter's palm.
There was a small flat top at the top of the protruding mountain. Buster pointed to the center of the flat top and whispered in Reinhardt's ear, "We're standing right here now. Can you see us?"
Reinhardt nodded, his eyes adorned with a pink scarf.
"I smelled a very complex floral fragrance."
He said.
“There are flowers and petals all over the place,” Buster explained. “Probably the residents brought the seeds with them when they scattered the petals here. There are many naturally growing flowers here, all in different colors.”
The seemingly calm volcano's center is enveloped in a tranquil green, and feels incredibly soft underfoot, making it impossible to imagine the terrifying fire dragon brewing beneath.
Buster led Reinhardt by the hand and walked on the lawn for a while before suddenly speaking.
"If a bomb were dropped here, it could trigger a volcanic eruption."
Reinhardt was clearly taken aback for a moment, realizing that Buster wanted to blow up the volcano to fulfill his wish of seeing a rain of flowers. He came to his senses and gave a faint smile.
“I prefer things to happen naturally,” he said. “I don’t want to disrupt the natural course of life for my own petty selfish desires.”
Buster fell silent.
The natural course, the inevitable. He didn't know how long he would have to wait, or even if he would ever get to that point. Just thinking about those things made his heart and the blood vessels connected to it ache and throb.
But he still respects Reinhardt's will and choice.
Clearly, Reinhardt loved this place. Surrounded by flowers, everything around him was gentle and full of hope.
A gentle breeze stirred his tranquil heart, and the still lake rippled with the vitality he was experiencing for the first time. Reinhardt felt a slight unease and took the initiative to make a request to Buster.
"Can we stay here for a while?"
How could Buster possibly refuse?
"good."
He nodded.
After spending the whole day with Reinhardt in this sunken sea of flowers, as the sun set and the surroundings grew cold, Buster, as usual, asked Reinhardt for his opinion.
Having learned that the other party wanted to go down the mountain to stay in the town, Buster took out his flying vehicle and slowly led the people down the mountain.
In the transition from spring to summer, the liveliness of the southern town is not only reflected in the flowers, trees and shrubs, but also in the vibrant crowds coming and going on the streets.
Buster easily found a tavern that looked like it had excellent accommodations and service, and checked in with Reinhardt.
Since he didn't know when he would be leaving, Buster simply left a large bag of gold coins as collateral, intending to settle the bill and get a refund when he left.
The waiters serving the food couldn't help but glance at Reinhardt a couple of times.
It's a pity the other person is blind, the waiter thought to himself, what a waste of such a handsome face.
That's what he thought, but when Reinhardt turned his head to speak to him, the waiter couldn't help but blush.
After Buster asked the waiter to help bring the food into the room, the gentle beauty spoke up.
"Please bring us two glasses of wine."
Buster was somewhat surprised that Reinhardt had asked for a drink, but considering Reinhardt's apparent fondness for alcohol on the ship, it made perfect sense.
After settling Reinhardt in, he got up and headed to the restroom.
Shortly after he went inside, Reinhardt, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly took a deep breath and took out a bottle of potion from his ring space.
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