Chapter 7.6

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「Yeah, more, more…」

「Want more?」

「Yeah, yeah.」

It felt so good. Just keep going. Just keep doing it, no, do more.

At the tip of his erect cock, fluid was already leaking. Swept up in the rushing stimulation, Silvio came without realizing it. As the semen shot out, it felt like his reason flew away.

「Ah…」

Silvio, lost in the sensation, came, but Zenovio wasn't finished. He shook Silvio's cock a few more times. With his abs tensed, moving back and forth below, he came belatedly.

「Ugh…」

「Haa, haa…」

Silvio looked at the warm liquid on his body and Zenovio's hand. His head, which had been hot until just now, cooled quickly. He couldn't understand what had happened.

As his lost reason returned, he finally grasped the situation. He realized he had let out strange sounds like a spoiled child. That he had been so absorbed in lust, wanting stronger stimulation. That he had come in Zenovio's hand.

‘This is ridiculous.’

What have I done?

Silvio, on the verge of tears, moved his gaze to Zenovio. Zenovio was catching his breath, looking down. His furrowed brow, parted lips, and heaving chest were all unfamiliar and at the same time, strangely alluring.

‘What do I do?’

Silvio knew. Zenovio had sought a friend's help to relieve desires like the monks in the orchard, but he was different. He had been excited by touching intimate parts with Zenovio and feeling his touch. He had felt lust for Zenovio's touch.

‘What do I do?’

Silvio felt emptiness and self-disgust. How had he managed his vile feelings all this time? How had he endured?

All that effort and time crumbled with just one drink. He knew he would never forget this experience and that he would dream of this night again, falling into dirty lust. Perhaps, he would be unable to escape and crave the pleasure he just felt.

‘No. I can't let that happen.’

It felt like a voice was speaking. Don't be swayed by the devil. Return to normal. At this rate… Silvio closed his eyes tightly.

「Silvio… asleep?」

Silvio decided to use the alcohol as an excuse and fall asleep. He wanted to avoid this reality. Hoping that when he woke up, it would be a thing of the past. No, that it would be as if it never happened.

「Silvio. You can't sleep.」

He felt Zenovio's touch. A hand moving from his chest down his side. If that touch felt persistent, it must be his imagination. The hand moved down, brushing his groin, and went further down. Zenovio's fingertips pressed gently on a deep spot between his legs.

Silvio thought it was strange. Why did both the real Zenovio and the dream Zenovio touch him there like that? Embarrassingly. Was this a dream, too?

‘If only it were a dream.’

Silvio gave up trying to understand what that touch inside his groin meant. Whether it was a mischievous prank or just touching anywhere under the influence of alcohol, it didn't matter. What mattered now was escaping this situation. This situation where he was aroused by Zenovio.

Fortunately, since the alcohol hadn't completely worn off and he was exhausted from climaxing, Silvio could really fall asleep. As he fell into slumber, he thought to forget what had just happened.

‘I have to forget.’

He mustn't indulge in lewd dreams. When he opened his eyes tomorrow, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't let out obscene sounds, craving Zenovio's touch and movement… Surely Zenovio would think it was just a mistake with a friend under the influence…

「Ah, Silvio… you have to eat my cock before you sleep.」

I was waiting to feed you this…

Ignoring the fading voice, Silvio fell asleep. Whatever Zenovio wanted to feed him, he had already had too much. He couldn't take any more.

⌗ • ⌗ • ⌗

「Ugh…」

Waking up, Silvio had a headache. The room was so neatly organized that no one would guess two people had a drinking party there last night.

「…Did you sleep well?」

Silvio looked at Zenovio, who was already awake. Zenovio stood by the bed, looking down at Silvio with a somewhat complicated expression.

「Here, drink this.」

Zenovio handed him a glass of water. Silvio sat up. Luckily, he was wearing a shirt, so he wasn't completely naked. After drinking the water Zenovio offered, he asked cautiously.

「When… did I fall asleep?」

「…Don't you remember last night?」

Silvio swallowed hard.

「Bits and pieces… I do.」

It was true. Even if the memories weren't complete, he remembered enough to know those shocking events weren't just a dream. He wished he couldn't remember at all. Clinging to Zenovio, saying he liked him, begging for more… His face felt hot. Afraid his true feelings might be exposed, Silvio hurriedly added.

「Ha, but it's no big deal. Just friends drinking and making a mistake.」

「…A mistake?」

Yeah, he answered, keeping his eyes on the floor.

「Things like that can happen between friends. Remember, even the monks helped each other out before.」

Silvio said, desperately avoiding Zenovio's gaze. Zenovio stayed silent. Silvio decided to change the subject.

「Did you clean up everything we drank last night?」

「…Yeah.」

Thankfully, Zenovio played along. Silvio continued, watching his reactions.

「I should've helped clean up. Sorry.」

「No…」

Zenovio muttered with a sigh.

「That's not what you should be sorry for.」

Those words made Silvio's heart drop. He swallowed hard and tried to act playful.

「D-Did I make another mistake?」

He hoped Zenovio would pretend not to notice. No, he desperately wished he would. The dream he blurted out, the way he begged for Zenovio's touch…

While thinking that, Zenovio sighed.

「It's fine. It was my mistake for letting you drink.」

He said they shouldn't drink like that again, and Silvio nodded. Watching Zenovio's back as he turned away, Silvio sighed in relief.

Silvio tried hard to forget the memories of last night that kept creeping back. Zenovio's face as he moaned, the movements and tension in his arms. Zenovio's large, thick, and hot cock…

‘No, get a grip.’

He had to forget it all. Silvio bit his lip.

They decided to postpone washing the sheets and headed to the dining hall first. Silvio wasn't in any state to eat breakfast due to the hangover, but he was afraid that acting differently would raise suspicion. So he washed his face with cold water and went out.

In the dining hall, as they got their food and sat down, the abbot called Zenovio.

「Zenovio. Come here.」

Silvio and Zenovio both turned their heads. Zenovio got up and approached the abbot. Silvio saw the abbot standing with some strangers. They were knights in armor.

「They're from Rosano.」

Silvio noticed some young men, like himself, watching the guests. A young man nearby gestured towards Zenovio and said,

「They're knights under the Duke of Rosano. I saw them when they brought donations before.」

「The Duke of Rosano?」

Silvio wondered what business the Duke had with Zenovio. Curious, he watched as one of the duke's knights handed a letter to Zenovio. Zenovio hesitated to take it, but after the abbot said something, he finally accepted it. The guests turned and left with the abbot.

Silvio watched Zenovio come back with the letter. Zenovio sat down next to Silvio.

「What's going on?」

「It's nothing.」

「What's that letter about?」

Zenovio frowned, tossed the letter onto the table, and said,

「It's asking me to come to Rosano and become a knight.」

「…」

Silvio froze. Rosano. A knight? His hangover-induced headache instantly cleared.

「How… Why would the Duke suddenly send you something like that?」

「I ran into him on an errand before. It was nothing, but it's annoying.」

Zenovio said, taking a bite of bread. Silvio looked down at the letter on the table. Just then, a monk entering the dining hall spotted Zenovio and said,

「Zenovio! Eating without offering a prayer first!」

「…」

Zenovio tossed the bitten bread back onto the plate. Monks came in and sat down, and the abbot entered as well. The words about starting a prayer and the sound of praying didn't register at all. Silvio sat there blankly.

Pretending to pray, Zenovio noticed Silvio's dazed state and pinched his cheek lightly.

「What are you doing?」

「Huh? Oh.」

Zenovio fed Silvio a piece of bread. It tasted like nothing, rough and dry. Silvio quickly chewed and swallowed it before asking,

「So… are you going? To Rosano.」

「Not sure.」

Zenovio replied casually, biting half of the cheese and feeding the rest to Silvio. But Silvio couldn't taste the cheese at all.

He mechanically chewed the food, his gaze drifting back to the letter on the table. The letter bore a wax seal with an elaborate rose design.

⌗ • ⌗ • ⌗

When night fell, Silvio lay in bed, thinking.

‘This is a good thing.’

If Zenovio went to Rosano to become a knight.

He didn't know when the duke recognized his abilities, but it was impressive. Zenovio was truly remarkable.

He shouldn't feel regret or disappointment. If he had to leave the monastery anyway, the position of a knight under the Duke of Rosano was an excellent opportunity.

‘If he goes to Rosano and becomes a knight, Zenovio won't have to endure the boring monastery life anymore.’

This was something he should genuinely support for his friend's future. He shouldn't show any sadness or reluctance to part. He couldn't let his ugly emotions ruin Zenovio's path.

「Turning off the light.」

Zenovio's voice startled Silvio, and he looked up. He nodded, and Zenovio blew out the candle and climbed onto the bed. A monk confirmed the hallway light was off and closed the door.

The room fell silent in darkness. Despite having two beds pushed together, Zenovio lay close to Silvio, who was on the inside. The beds being pushed together seemed pointless.

Silvio watched Zenovio cover himself with the blanket and cautiously asked,

「Uh… Zeno, you're going to Rosano, right?」

「That again?」

Zenovio asked indifferently. He clicked his tongue and looked at Silvio.

「Do you want me to go?」