Chapter 52. This is the most worthwhile stick I've ever picked up. ...
The snow fell silently all night. The next morning, as the first rays of dawn broke through the sky, a small clump of snow, weighing down the branches, fell from above, making a tiny but muffled sound.
The golden head buried in the flesh wall seemed to be startled by the sound and unconsciously shrank back.
The arm that was tightly wrapped around him then lifted the cloak over his shoulder, covering his ears.
Reinhardt felt another kiss on the top of his head.
Still drowsy, he lowered his head and rubbed it against his arm. Reinhardt then slowly clenched his fingers, gradually waking from a restful, dreamless sleep.
Seemingly sensing that he was awake, Buster leaned down and kissed his ear, his voice soft and gentle, as if he had cotton stuffed in his throat, coaxing Reinhardt in a low voice.
"Are you awake?" he said, kissing from earlobe to cheek, and finally landing on the tip of nose.
Before Reinhardt could even nod, Buster had already kissed him on the lips, his hand casually stroking his lower back.
"Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Buster used his palm to confirm that the God's Child in his arms had returned to normal body temperature, but he was still a little worried, so he asked.
Reinhardt responded by shaking his head, saying earnestly, "It's very comfortable."
He felt very relaxed, a feeling of ease and joy he had never experienced before.
Including being enveloped in warmth now, and having Buster touch my butt.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Reinhardt noticed that the stick he had forgotten about yesterday was poking his knee again.
It feels itchy and hot.
Reinhardt wanted to tell him to loosen his grip on his waist, but Buster softened his voice, pecked at his lips, and laughed in a particularly worthless way.
"Reinhardt." The voice calling his name was low and deep, filled with love.
Reinhardt, however, found it strange.
It was so gentle it was almost frightening. Reinhardt couldn't help but wonder if the Storm Leader in front of him was a completely different person.
Buster didn't know if he had heard Reinhardt's thoughts or if he wanted to deepen Reinhardt's understanding of him. He took Reinhardt's hand in his palm and then led him to touch his face.
A gentle smile returned to Reinhardt's fingertips; he seemed to see the clear sky after the dark clouds had dispersed.
But this sunny day was a little chilly. The Storm Leader leaned down and kissed his lips, resting his head on his shoulder, kissing him again and rubbing his face against his: "You were sleepy yesterday, so I didn't ejaculate. Today, let's return the favor. How about you touch me for me?"
Reinhardt is someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force, and he is also kind-hearted and has a stronger affinity for Buster than for anyone else.
After being coaxed by the Storm Leader, he helped soothe the little Storm Leader with kiss after kiss. It wasn't until his palms were almost raw and red that he finally welcomed the real morning.
Buster was a bit too clingy. After realizing his feelings, he wanted to stick to Reinhardt. Whether he was dressing him or taking out fresh ingredients from his ring to make breakfast, he would always find a chance to kiss Reinhardt.
Reinhardt is already immune to kissing, and he's too lazy to even avoid it when eating.
After they had both eaten breakfast, Buster gave Reinhardt and himself another bottle of the appearance-altering drug before lifting Reinhardt back onto his arm and setting off on their journey.
Having tasted the sacred essence and been released by the divine hand, Buster felt incredibly refreshed. He stood tall and proud, like a majestic lion, walking lightly on the road.
Buster reached out and broke off a branch lying across his face. He shook off the snow, held it in his hand like a sword, and looked at the sky.
Having confirmed that the branch was straight and long, the Storm Leader happily shared his staff with Reinhardt.
"Here, this is the most worthwhile stick I've ever collected."
Although Reinhardt found it strange, he accepted his kindness and began to fumble for the stick.
Like a kitten exploring new things with its sense of smell, Buster couldn't resist and gave the person a peck on the face again.
"How are you feeling now? Are you still very cold? Has your divine power recovered at all?"
Reinhardt shook his head and seriously reflected on his feelings.
"It's not cold, it should have recovered somewhat, but not much." Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and tilted his head up to talk to Buster.
Because the latter had been kissing his forehead, when he looked up, their lips touched again.
Although he didn't reach out to touch Buster's face, he could still imagine the triumphant smile on the other's face.
“The Wolf King’s aura feels very familiar to me. I also sensed a similar aura in Harlin’s underground prison.” Undeterred by the solid kiss, Reinhardt carefully chose his words and calmly said, “But that aura was very faint… It wasn’t until the day of the execution that I felt a strong aura gathering.”
Buster took his words seriously and immediately became earnest.
He brushed aside another branch that nearly hit his head, and analyzed with a serious expression, "There are bad people in the upper echelons. Your... their Harlin Empire must have infiltrated quite a few demons, and they wield considerable influence. Judging from the king's indiscriminate execution of you, his brain has most likely been eaten by zombies."
Reinhardt gripped the stick, thinking that what he said made a lot of sense.
But then again...
“Actually, demons are not common anymore. Like gods, they have become a kind of fashion item in the modern world. Only things with a certain name, such as the Demon Eye, can prove their existence.” Buster suddenly remembered, “In the past one or two hundred years, gods and demons have disappeared, but as soon as you appeared, things related to demons also surfaced. Could there be some necessary connection between the two?”
There's an old Eastern saying that goes, "Everything in the universe has its counterpart, just like how where there are bandits, there are guards." Buster thought, "Perhaps it's because the devil is preparing to rise again that Reinhardt has appeared."
...Okay, he's a theist now.
Moreover, he was an old believer who had personally tasted the Holy Essence, making him more qualified than any believer without material faith!
Reinhardt understood his unspoken message and guessed, "You mean, who deliberately leaked the information? But... could it be that the rumors about the Demon Eye appeared before you stormed the execution ground?"
"Cast a wide net, catch lots of fish," Buster said. "What if you catch a big one?"
He looked at Reinhardt, and although the other man had changed his appearance, it did not stop the perverted smile from creeping up his lips.
"Right, Fatty Fish?" Buster couldn't resist leaning over and kissing him again, his voice becoming hoarse.
Fatty Fish was sullen and thought that he might have gotten air in his throat, that he was leaking air.
“We’ve found them.” Suddenly, Buster’s voice returned to its somber tone.
He was fast and skilled at tracking, and soon caught up with the main group. He casually reminded Reinhardt to stop.
Buster made no attempt to conceal his presence, and the team members quickly noticed him following them, stopping in their tracks. Among them, Budney seemed the happiest.
“Byrne! Hart!” The handsome fox-orc with a high ponytail strode up to Reinhardt and gave Buster a fake smile. Then, his gaze softened and became affectionate as he looked at Reinhardt, and he said softly, “That’s good, you’ve caught up. I was so worried about you…you guys.”
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Author's Note: Buster: Kisses ...
Madonna: Hello, this is where you fly a helicopter.
Reinhardt: It seems like he's gotten used to it, but in reality, he's run out of options.
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