Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

Warning: NSFW

Alfred’s eyes are narrowed, the color of his irises bleeding into a deeper shade of blue, grains of gold scattering among them. Such scary words had left his lips, and the low timbre of his voice didn’t make it any better.

His eyes only ever look like that when he’s furious.

When was the last time I saw it?

It seems like ages ago.

He’s actually furious for someone as stupid and wretched as me.

“Did he touch you here?”

He suddenly starts stroking my cock again, his fingers gliding up and down from the base to the tip. I jolt. My muscles turn to mush, and I’m left only to quiver from the sensation.

“H-he didn’t.”

“Really?”

“Ngh, j-just a little bit… with his fingers…”

“Over here too?”

His wet finger slides to my back, slipping into the crease between my butt cheeks, brushing against that forbidden place.

A wave of panic crashes into me, and I quickly shake my head, thrashing in an attempt to escape.

“N-no! He d-didn’t touch that part.”

“I see.”

Alfred finally retracts his hand. I’m so relieved.

Curious about what Alfred is thinking, I look up, only to find him peeling off the remaining bath towel covering me.

“W-what!? D-don’t!”

“Let me see your wounds.”

“N-no need!”

He still persists. He grips my knees and spreads them open.

“No, d-don’t look!”

“There are bruises here.”

He shifts his attention to my inner left thigh, where a large circular bruise is forming. Must be from when that guy pressed me down with his knee. It hurts when touched.

I try to remove Alfred’s hand from my inner thigh, but he grabs my wrist instead.

“There are also some on your wrist…”

“Ah…”

The marks on my wrist look slightly swollen, gradually turning a dark red. That Serpentine guy really wasn’t gentle in trying to keep me from escaping. Or maybe it’s because of how hard I struggled.

“Where is he now?” says Alfred.

“Even if you ask, I…”

If Alfred is going to do something to him, then I’m definitely keeping my mouth shut.

I’ve already troubled Alfred enough with this matter. If he actually goes against Serpentine and receives retaliation later on… I won’t be able to forgive myself. “If you’re planning something, then I won’t tell you…”

Alfred looks down for a second, brows deeply furrowing, before turning his gaze back to me.

“You left your bag and coat behind, right?”

His words cause me to twitch in surprise.

“You probably won’t be able to get it yourself, so I’ll go in your stead. I’m not letting you return there. Tell me the location.”

“…You’ll really just get my luggage?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

There’s a subtle pause before Alfred finally says, “Yeah.”

I look up at Alfred, who returns the favor.

As our staredown continues, Alfred’s initially sharp gaze gradually softens. He eventually relents and gives me a small nod. But I’d be lying if I say he looks willing.

The grains of gold in his eyes start to disappear. Good, he’s finally calmed down a bit.

“Promise me,” I say. If I don’t take some measures to stop him, I won’t be able to feel at ease. He can be surprisingly quick to start a fight.

He keeps his eyes locked on me. “Yes, I promise. I won’t lie to you.”

Even though his face is still twisted into a dissatisfied frown, his shoulders slump, as if giving up.

He still remembers our promise from a while ago. Looks like he’s a man of his word. If he can get my luggage for me, it’ll be very helpful.

What’s shameful to me is how I can’t possibly show my face in that hotel again. I’m scared. Very scared.

For the time being, I don’t want to even go near that place.

But there are a lot of important things inside my bag. My money is naturally in there, but what’s most important is the amulet Marie and the kids gave to me. There’s also the library book that I promised to lend to Alfred. If I can just retrieve those items, I’ll be content.

Shifting my gaze to Alfred who has been waiting for my reply, I nod. “Martina Laffinato Hotel…”

“Got it.”

“Please just go there to get my luggage. I’m already fine. Really. But if something happens to you─”

Marie, the kids, and even Cheddar’s family will be worried. As well as I, of course.

Alfred looks at me before heaving a sigh, his frustration apparent.

“Think about yourself before thinking about me. Seriously, you’re always so…”

“Al?”

“…Forget it. There’ll be some scarring here.”

“Ahh…”

His finger gently brushes the scratch on my chest, making me shiver.

“Lian.”

I look up, only to be met with Alfred’s intent gaze.

He narrows his eyes, the picture of internal conflict. Eventually, he seems to have come to a decision, the haze in his eyes clearing.

“What?”

“Is it alright for me to touch you?”

“Eh? A-aah!”

He attacks my nipples with his fingers, kneading the soft, pinkish flesh. Heat pools in the pit of my stomach once more.

“Is it okay?”

Rather than okay, it feels too pleasurable. I can lose my sanity over this sensation, which scares me. Because I know we shouldn’t be doing these things. His actions grow bolder, and he applies more force to rub at my nipples, almost to the point of pleasurable pain.

“I-it’s alright, so release your hand,” I say, quickly trying to get him to stop.

“Ok.”

Alfred slowly brings his face closer to mine. Flashes his usual languid smile, looking slightly happy. But I can just make out a hint of anxiety hidden within the depths of his eyes.

“A-Al?”

“Can I overwrite it?”

“Over…write?”

“Yeah. So that you will forget everything that happened.”

He plants kisses on my neck, cheeks, and forehead, making sure not to miss each part.

Just like that night.

Alfred’s hand roams around every inch of my body. Occasionally, he kisses me straight on the lips, or even gives them a lick.

Overwrite.

So this is overwriting?

Somewhere far from where this heat is fogging my brain, I agree with Alfred’s method. And my body relaxes without me knowing it.

Rather than ending today feeling disgusted over that bastard’s touches, it’s undoubtedly better to end it with the warm memory of being with Alfred. Ten, maybe even a hundred times better.

He slowly slides his other large, warm hand down. From my back to my neck to my shoulder, softly caressing.

“Ha… Ahh…”

He envelops me with his arms, pressing me against his large body. For some reason, I feel reassured in his embrace. My body slackens, and my eyes slip shut.

“Does it feel good, Lian?”

His low voice rings directly beside my ear. I can’t help but nod. It really does feel good.

I might just like this, this feeling of being completely wrapped in his embrace. He feels very warm and soothing to the touch. Frees me of my pressing worries. Yet as a man, I can’t help but feel somewhat conflicted about this. I’ll definitely never let anyone know I liked being held like this.

Above me, Alfred laughs at my reply.

He traces my lips with his fingers, before giving me a peck.

”You can also touch me.”

I can?

Unable to hold back any longer, I reach out to him, my hand touching Alfred’s cheeks, jaw, neck, and shoulder.

“You’re warm.”

Alfred’s response to my unconscious muttering is a smile. Then he holds me tighter in his arms.

As he strokes the sides of my belly, the neglected heat starts building up again. My body trembles as a moan escapes my lips.

Unwilling to acknowledge it, I squirm as if wanting to escape. But his large hands slide down my body, one of them wrapping around my cock. Up and down, up and down his hand went, pumping my cock, a heady feeling clouding my mind. A bead of precum glistens at the tip. The wetness builds the longer he goes at it, until the base of my cock is damp with my own fluids.

“No, stop… Ahh…”

He slides his tongue across my nipples, teasing the nibs. He presses down against them with his tongue, as if he’s trying to distract me. Here’s the heat again, closing in on me, knocking out all sense and rationality. Shivers wrack my body, my cheeks flushing from both the heat and embarrassment. They’re usually not this sensitive, so why am I so hot and bothered by his licking?

“D-don’t lick─ Hyaa.”

Instead of listening to me, Alfred smiles and grows even bolder with his attack. At the same time, he keeps my cock in his grip, teasing the tip with his thumb. Moans and other embarrassing sounds tumble out of my lips. Ugh. I want so much to close my ears.

Ah, I can’t take it. It feels so good, I’m about to go crazy.

“A-Al, s-stop already─”

But of course he doesn’t. Playfully, his hands keep running along my body. And just when I’m on the verge of blowing a load, he immediately lets go.

“Eh…?” Out of surprise, I raise my head towards Alfred.

“…Lian.”

His eyes, narrowed and dark blue, tremble. His breath comes out a little rough, a little jagged, and I can see his Adam’s apple bobbing. I want to cum. I want to release the heat threatening to swallow my body whole. But I don’t know what to do. Alfred’s body is obstructing my hands, so I can only grasp his arms.

“A-Al, please. Do something.”

Seriously, just do something, anything! I’m already going crazy!

“…Can I touch myself with you?”

For a moment, I’m unable to comprehend his question. But before I can react, he has already taken off his pants, and is in the process of pulling out his dick. The one-size difference is unbearable to look at, so I immediately turn my head away.

Ah, what should I do now?

“Aa, ahh…”

He scooches over until his erect and scorching dick is lined beside mine. And he starts pumping them together in one hand.

Our dicks slide together, the sound of gasps, pants, and wet and sticky friction filling the room. Hearing those noises gives me the urge to shut my eyes. Is that voice mine? No way.

His hands never stop, his energy and stamina shocking me. Our scents mix, musky and heady with a hint of spice, and I slump back onto the bed.

“Uhh, nghh, ahh…”

And I’m finally over the edge.

Alfred groans, low and breathy, and from his cock also spurts hot, milky white.

His cum drips from his hand and my cock, down to my belly and thighs, painting them white.

My body responds to the sensation, and before long, my cock grows hard, throbbing again. Veins bulging, in need for attention.

I look around, taking in the mess we both made. There’s cum everywhere. I can’t tell if it’s mine or Alfred’s.

Then I really can’t stand it anymore, my consciousness finally fading.

Thank you for the ko-fi, Helga-san!

The end of chapter 19~ ヽ(＊⌒∇⌒＊)ﾉ♡ Now now, don’t hit me with that brick, stop! QAQ They will probably do the actual papapa when they are already adults (not sure), so let’s wait patiently for two years (so long…) until it happens…!

I hope my family/real life friends won’t ever know that I translate… BL porn… Maybe I should shush invi-chan so there won’t be any witness *no

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