Chapter 60 Taking a bath is so cute, I want to kiss her.
Reinhardt had no objection.
During the few days they were wandering outside, due to the cold weather and poor conditions, neither he nor Buster were able to properly clean themselves, and he naturally wanted to take a good bath.
As was his usual practice, he would take a shower before eating. But he didn't say much about the Storm Leader's decision, he just nodded obediently, and followed Buster back to his room under the shocked gazes of the three ladies.
The Storm Leader removed his cloak with ease, casually folding both of their outer garments onto the back of the sofa before Reinhardt even sat down.
The aroma of steaming food filled the living room, and Reinhardt, who hadn't had a proper meal in a while, actually felt hungry... and a little nostalgic.
The food on the Endless was really good. I heard the head chef was from the East. Reinhardt belatedly realized that his stomach had been won over.
After taking a sip of the chicken soup that had been simmering for several hours, and the tender and flavorful beef stewed with deer antler, Reinhardt felt his body slowly warming up after just two bites.
Perhaps it was because the room was warm and he was dressed too warmly, but after a while, Reinhardt felt a thin layer of sweat on his back.
During the meal, he noticed that Buster seemed to pull a book out of his ring. There were also some oddly shaped things, like chains or collars.
When he looked up, the Storm Leader quickly stuffed everything away like a thief.
Reinhardt paused, wanting to say that he couldn't really see clearly and didn't need to be so wary. But upon further reflection, he realized that it would be better not to say anything; the other person would feel more at ease.
A subtle, stinging pain pierced his fingertips as he came to this realization. Reinhardt lowered his head and remained silent, not wanting to dwell on the matter.
He doesn't eat much, and since he had already eaten some biscuits to stave off hunger, he was full in no time.
The Storm Leader had a large appetite, but he also ate quickly, so as soon as Reinhardt put down his utensils, he emptied his bowl. He placed the porcelain plate on the table, retrieved the "What's the Point of Studying What ...
It was a princess carry, and the latter was suddenly lifted into the air, her face showing a hint of confusion.
The bandit leader, Mr. Storm, seized the opportunity to kiss him twice on the cheek, then strode over and carried Reinhardt into the bath.
Buster Grand was capable of enduring hardship, but he was definitely not someone who liked to suffer in silence. The bathtub alone was larger than Reinhardt's small guest room.
If there are no conditions, then create them to enjoy it. Buster installed a crystal at the bottom of the bath that could generate heat, so he could soak in the hot spring water whenever he wanted.
The pool had been filled with water during the meal, and it was completed just as the Storm Leader brought the Son of God in. He carried the person to the edge of the pool, let Reinhardt sit on the relatively flat pool wall made of volcanic rock, and then squatted down in front of him.
Reinhardt still didn't understand what was going to happen next, and assumed that Buster was just concerned about him and wanted him to have a nice bath in his big tub.
As Buster crouched down and pinched his calf, the silent son of the god finally spoke.
“I can do it myself,” he said.
In truth, Reinhardt didn't care that his body was seen by others, and he had always been like that. He simply didn't feel that he was so incomplete that he needed someone else to take care of him in every detail; essentially, he didn't want to cause trouble for others.
Buster hadn't considered this, but he knew Reinhardt probably wasn't shy. The kid was too easily embarrassed; getting him to be shy was as difficult as getting him to pinpoint exactly where his eyes were.
But most likely he didn't dislike the action. Buster pinched Reinhardt's calf through the fabric of his clothes, feeling its soft elasticity, and thought to himself...
If he hated it, he'd probably kick himself right now.
You can kick it anywhere, but it would be even better if you could kick it in the face.
The Storm Leader thought that he would definitely make Reinhardt angry if he had the chance, so angry that he would kick or slap him.
But he couldn't bear to see Reinhardt sad. The conflicted man waited until the leg in his hand pulled back slightly before he realized that he had just been kissing the god's leg through the fabric of his pants—a perverted act.
"Hehe." Buster chuckled loudly like a pervert, taking off his shoes and socks, and said, "I can't."
Speaking casually, the Storm Leader's voice sounded extremely devout: "Gods, Gods, consider this a divine blessing bestowed upon me, your number one believer, and grant me the opportunity to help you remove your clothes."
He could spout witty remarks without batting an eye, while the gods hesitated to speak.
Seeing that he silently shut his mouth, Buster sensed that Reinhardt's mood had improved somewhat.
Although he still had that blank and wooden look.
How adorable! Buster's urge to bite him reached its peak. After removing Reinhardt's shoes and socks, he lifted his calves, rolled up his trousers, and revealed his fair, snow-white calves.
Immediately afterwards, he bent down and actually took a bite.
A question mark silently appeared above Reinhardt's head.
The doubt, but the lack of avoidance, held special significance for Buster.
That's so damn cute!
The Storm Leader knelt on one knee, his fingers tracing Reinhardt's calf, sliding inch by inch into his trouser leg, until they touched his smooth, supple thigh.
With his tall frame leaning slightly forward, Buster's other free hand reached up to Reinhardt's side, hooking his shirt up to reveal a corner of his flat stomach.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and even now, when the Storm Leader looks at the Son of God's belly button, he thinks that little circle is ridiculously cute.
So cute I want to kiss them.
The robber, who disliked compromising himself, lowered his head and kissed her.
With a loud smack, the kiss was so loud that Reinhardt was a little stunned.
Buster, who was kissing the soft area around the navel, couldn't help but kiss the faint tremor of the Son of God in his palm.
Reinhardt trembled violently, his body involuntarily shrinking back. Busta stopped him, his fingertips constantly stroking the back of his spine.
The clothes were getting in the way, and Buster wanted to take them off, but then he thought of some mischievous trick. A sly smile appeared on his face as he pinched the front corner of the clothes and held it to Reinhardt's lips.
“Bite down,” Buster coaxed. “I’m going to touch you now.”
It's a strange request; it inexplicably makes my heartbeat rhythm go haywire.
Reinhardt pursed his lips.
He wanted to ask Buster why he did this, but his mind kept replaying the pleasure he had felt in that warm cave several nights earlier.
...
Physical and spiritual, indelible.
His body reacted faster than his mind. When Buster touched his lips with the edge of his clothes again, Reinhardt had already opened his mouth and slowly bit the edge of the clothes.
His long, golden hair, dampened by the misty spray, clung to his shoulders and fell heavily as he lowered his head, perfectly obscuring the corners of the beautiful god's eyes, which were faintly tinged with rosy hues.
Thanks to the hot springs, Reinhardt didn't feel cold at all; instead, he felt warm all over, making him feel as if something in his heart was about to burst out of its shell.
One day, long, long afterward, the Son of God suddenly realized that the warmth and tenderness flowing from him might just be liking... or more accurately, love, directed solely towards the Storm Leader.
But he didn't know that the Son of God felt only unfamiliarity and confusion. He couldn't help but curl up, as if he were asking Buster for a hug.
His eyelashes were wet, and he raised his hand and placed it on Buster's shoulder, as if resisting, yet also as if welcoming.
It looked like water had dripped onto her cheeks.
He looked up and realized it was a tear in Reinhardt's eye.
So cute, so pitiful.
Filled with love, the Storm Leader was irresistibly captivated by the reddened corners of the Son of God's eyes and the glistening tears hanging from his eyelids.
Buster released his mouth, cupped his face, leaned forward, and kissed away Reinhardt's tears.
He silently confessed his love to the son of the gods.
Without letting him release his grip, Buster ran his fingertips along the spot where his lips met his clothes, murmuring, "Do you know you're beautiful?"
The Son of God trembled almost imperceptibly.
Buster's eyes darkened slightly as he slowly placed his hands on the wet mounds that Buster had licked, then leaned down to his ear and spoke slowly.
"Do you know how sweet yours is?"
Oh no, the little potato with its long, flowing golden hair was trembling.
It turns out that the handsome son of the gods enjoyed listening to his raunchy and vulgar talk.
Upon realizing this, the Storm Leader felt as if he had been kissed by Little Potato, a strangely pleasurable sensation.
He suppressed his wildly beating heart and gently pulled open the clothes that Reinhardt was biting.
The latter obediently opened its mouth, and a silver thread was drawn out from the corner of its saliva-covered clothing.
His clothes and pants were thrown into a corner, and the Storm Leader, worried that Reinhardt would catch a cold, picked him up and sat down in the pool with him.
His hands almost never left Reinhardt's waist, and after entering the pool, he became even more unrestrained, touching him here and there, and kissing him constantly.
His lips were sticky and clinging together, his breathing was as disordered as the rising mist, his long golden hair was spread out on the water's surface, and the son of the god was forced to tilt his head back, looking completely disoriented.
But that's not enough, not enough.
The Storm Leader lifted Reinhardt by the waist, letting the poor, beautiful young man rest his knees on his shoulder.
"My darling, my precious god, Reinhardt." Gazing at the god's son, whose body was flushed red with passion and hot water, and who looked bewildered, his eyes were filled with infatuation.
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Author's note: I'm really out of ideas. [crying emoji]
I've come to Kagaza! Although this time it's just a tiny, remote island bordering Kagaza, I still...
I need to take a day off!
Also, the typhoon is dangerous, everyone please take care of yourselves! [Please!]
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