Is Chapter 65 really not possible? Oh, that's a real shame. ...
Buster felt a pang of sympathy, yet also a softening of his heart, for Reinhardt's honesty and the underlying meaning behind his words that was almost identical to a response to his feelings.
He was tempted again.
The pants pulsated in sync with the music. Buster's gaze fell on Reinhardt's smooth, fair legs, and he couldn't help but admire the beautiful sight before him.
Buster's gaze was almost impossible to take off Reinhardt. His shirt, a dark brown cotton-linen blouse, was too big for Reinhardt; the collar had slipped down slightly, revealing one of his delicate collarbones. His long, golden hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, a few strands tangled in the fabric's folds, creating a striking contrast with the dark material.
Beneath the hem of his clothes, his smooth legs gleamed like pearls under the light. As he moved, the fabric rippled slightly, subtly outlining the soft lines of his thighs.
Half a circle of teeth marks, still stained, were visible on his calves. Memories were stirred up, and Buster uncontrollably recalled the scene that had created those marks.
Reinhardt noticed that Reinhardt's breathing had become heavier, and his fingers curled slightly, just enough to pluck at the Storm Leader's heartstrings.
Driven by lust, the Storm Leader slowly tightened his grip on Reinhardt's calf. His thumb traced the teeth marks as he looked down, his eyes gazing upwards, but his lips lingered on Reinhardt's knee.
"Then, can we still do what we did last night?"
The warm breath of his breath gently caressed the skin of his knees, and Reinhardt felt a slight tingling sensation.
Reinhardt slowly turned his head back to face the camera and nodded hesitantly.
"……Can."
This is not shameful; he also wants to be happy.
His innate shyness didn't teach him to be timid, and Buster was grateful for this, content to enjoy the beautiful god speaking his mind.
The Storm Leader smiled.
Knowing that Reinhardt was sensitive to other things and enjoyed listening to nonsense, he became even more unscrupulous. He parted Reinhardt's naked legs, bent down, and bit the soft inside of her thigh.
He was asking questions incoherently.
"Can I bite you like before?"
Reinhardt didn't understand. His tone was unsteady, his voice trembling with pain and numbness, yet he still tried to remain calm.
“You’ve already bitten.” The son of the god was determined to state the facts. But because of his kind heart, he still gave an answer.
"Can."
At this moment, Buster was surprised to find that Reinhardt was wearing nothing but his shirt.
The tiny deity lifted the hem of its clothes, its sensitive tip being rubbed by the slightly rough fabric, creating an even more excessive stimulation.
Reinhardt's back ached so badly that he frantically grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up.
This move seemed like a deliberate attempt to demonstrate his reaction to Buster, even though the latter knew Reinhardt might not have meant it that way.
But he did enjoy the perk of watching.
Reinhardt wants fairness.
Buster felt he couldn't keep bullying him like this, taking advantage of him. So he decided to give something in return, something pleasant.
Reinhardt then heard a soft chuckle escape the man's throat. A faint zipper click and the rustling of fabric briefly arose as Buster's hand gripped his ankle.
Pulled along, he slowly stepped onto a hot, hard, cylindrical object.
It was throbbing, and Reinhardt felt a little uneasy, wanting to pull his leg back. But the latter grabbed him and pressed down hard, letting him feel the throbbing.
The Storm Leader's breath blew near his upright little divine symbol.
He breathed on the sensitive tip, and after little Reinhardt shed a clear tear, Buster offered a devout confession to it.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. You can punish me.” He pressed down again and said, “You can trample on me, Reinhardt.”
Reinhardt wanted to shake his head, to tell him he didn't need that kind of apology. But he instinctively felt something was wrong, that Buster might... not really want to apologize.
Or perhaps his true intention was to carry out this action, and the apology was merely an excuse.
"Can you feel it beating?" Sure enough, Buster started to coax Potato again, "It's connected to my heartbeat. Feel it, it's saying I love you."
Reinhardt isn't stupid.
He pursed his lips and stomped his toes hard on the wet, round head. Buster let out a muffled groan and kissed his waist with pleasure.
"My god, you can use more force."
Reinhardt felt like he'd been tricked, and said calmly, "You're not allowed to touch my waist."
This is really bad.
Buster kissed the trembling little god, his tongue tracing the inverted triangle's curve upwards before slowly biting its side.
Then he earnestly asked, "Is it really not possible?"
The fox-orc's secret manual was really effective; Reinhardt's body went limp, and he almost slid off the chair into Buster's arms.
A strange stubbornness resurfaced, and Reinhardt gritted his teeth and shook his head firmly.
A little angry, Reinhardt stomped his foot hard, but unexpectedly, he got half of his foot wet.
Buster let out a long sigh, as if he were very regretful, and said something.
"Oh, that's a real shame."
Although there was not a trace of regret in his tone.
Reinhardt could feel Buster watching him, his gaze burning, almost tangible.
He seemed to sense Buster's thoughts, or perhaps he himself wanted to do it.
The golden-haired god slowly turned his head towards Buster. A moment later, a gentle kiss, like a feather falling, landed on the lips of the clumsy lover trying to express his feelings.
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Madonna thought that after a heart-to-heart talk, the leader would restrain himself, but to her surprise, she didn't see the leader or Reinhardt for the rest of the day!
Concerned for Reinhard's well-being, his sister finally took the initiative to knock on the chief's door after nightfall.
After a long while, Buster finally responded, appearing casually in a loose bathrobe as he came to meet him.
Madonna frowned and said, "What about Reinhardt? You're not going to try to imprison him, are you?"
She always thought the leader was a bandit with principles!
Buster snorted and rolled his eyes, saying, "We've had a deep talk, and now we're officially lovers. You can't say anything about that, can you?"
Madonna sensed something was wrong; she was worried that Reinhardt was walking into the tiger's den, and then she confirmed:
"He told you that himself? Chief, are you deceiving me? I've already told you to stop lying and misleading me..."
Buster's temper flared up again upon hearing this.
"Damn it! Is that how you see me?!"
Does he have absolutely no personal charisma? Does he have to rely solely on deception to gain the favor of the gods?!
Madonna had no problem with her leader's personal charm or physical attractiveness, but in her eyes, the leader was just a bad guy who tricked children.
What kind of feeling is this...?
It's probably that awful feeling of your favorite idol dating your unlucky younger brother.
A good cabbage has been eaten by a pig; you can see it, but you can't touch it, and there's nothing you can do to save it.
She was truly at her wit's end.
Well, at least the leader's character is decent, though not great, not too bad either. With Bai Cai by my side, she can lend a hand if I get bullied.
With that thought in mind, Madonna breathed a sigh of relief and decided to stop interfering in the young couple's relationship.
"Don't bully him too much. Anyway, let's talk about something else. We've found the approximate location of the Cloud Library. If we need to disembark, I suggest you take Celine with you."
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Author's note: Buster: Can I have a kiss?
Reinhardt (nods)
Buster: Can I hold you while I sleep?
Reinhardt (nods)
Buster: Can I use &(*&(*&())*%￥%*&…()*?
Reinhardt: ?
Madonna: You're so saintly, I don't even dare to hear you say that!
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