“Hnnngh…!”
An unavoidable moan flowed through his tightly clenched teeth. The more the man’s cock entered his body, the more vivid the feeling of his hole stretching taut became.
It had already been half a year since Diego became an official guild member. In other words, they’d already mixed bodies more than ten times, but the overwhelming feeling he experienced with each insertion never quite faded.
‘…Well, it would also be a problem if something like this went in, hngh… without any discomfort.’
Even while having such idle thoughts, Diego continued entering him. Shortly after, his lower parts finally pressed together without any gap, creating a feeling of close contact. After grabbing Roman’s chin for a short kiss, Diego supported his upper body with both arms and began thrusting wildly inside.
“Haah… ngh, hnngh…!”
Roman hurriedly grabbed Diego’s arms. He was confident that his stamina and grip strength were second to none, but there was nothing he could do about the difference in strength stemming from their difference in physique.
Diego had one of the best bodies in the guild. When someone like that deliberately drove forward like now, Roman could only be shaken helplessly.
A Benic must periodically discharge blood through a Neo. As time passed afterward, fatigue and sexual frustration would gradually accumulate until reaching a limit at some point—for Diego, these symptoms appeared prominently at the end of each month. In this state, mixing bodies with himself, a Neo, he could only be more faithful to his desires.
“Khhh… Roman…”
Thwack, thwack—the sound of flesh colliding was loud with each thrust of his hips. Even while seized by instinct, Diego’s gaze was directed wholly at one place.
Whether from pain or pleasure, Roman’s usually relaxed expression was slightly distorted. As if drawn in, Diego lowered his head and kissed his sweat-dampened forehead. After kissing the lips exhaling sweet breaths, he mixed their tongues and poured out deep kisses.
Roman moaned and wrapped both arms around Diego’s neck. With the desire to touch even more, Diego cupped Roman’s nape and lifted his upper body upright. Thanks to the changed position, their union deepened even further.
“Hng, hnngh…!”
“Haah… I love it so much, Roman.”
He heard a low voice flowing through clenched teeth. Roman felt the same. Gripping Diego’s firm shoulder tightly, Roman rapidly swung his hips, chasing pleasure.
As if entranced, Diego, who had been gazing at Roman’s face, took his nipple between his lips. When he gripped and stroked the cock rubbing against his abdomen with his hand, the inner walls writhed and squeezed what was inside even more strongly.
How much time had passed? With the feeling that the end was approaching, Diego laid Roman’s body back on the bed.
Briefly releasing their union, he reached his arm toward the nightstand. Gripping the knife, he unhesitatingly drew the sharp blade across his own finger. At the same time, bright red blood beaded up like a blooming flower bud at the tip of his left middle finger.
Heat was added to Roman’s eyes as he watched. Just thinking that he could soon drink a Benic’s blood made him feel parched even when he wasn’t.
“…Give it to me quickly.”
Uncharacteristically impatient words flowed out. Diego was just as urgent, so he immediately grabbed Roman’s chin and made eye contact.
“Open your mouth.”
Roman closed his eyes like an obedient child and took Diego’s finger into his mouth. Gulp, gulp. Watching Roman, absorbed in swallowing blood, Diego felt an indescribable sense of fulfillment. Normally he would need to wait some time after discharging blood to calm down, but already he felt as if his body was becoming lighter.
Originally, this was a situation he couldn’t even dream of. Unlike himself, who had only just become an official guild member a few months ago, Roman was the leader of a large guild and a dominant Neo, rare even among the ruling class. The fact that such a person had chosen him as a partner and drank his blood so freely still sometimes felt like a dream.
“Haah…”
Shortly after, Roman raised his head with a satisfied sigh. In fact, Neos basically only drank a Benic’s blood during their own Bloody Cycle. While drinking blood had the advantage of temporarily improving one’s condition, it could make the Bloody Cycle timing unpredictably irregular as a result.
However, perhaps because Diego was a common trait, even drinking his blood twice a month didn’t cause any major changes. Perhaps his body had already adapted to it.
Diego spread Roman’s legs again and pushed his cock inside. The place that had already been thoroughly worked opened without difficulty and swallowed the invader.
Once again, the bed creaked and whined. Unlike his partner who quickly heated up and pressed forward, Roman felt dizzy and dazed as if drunk. He was about to suggest taking a brief rest, but stopped just before speaking.
By now, Diego’s excitement must have reached its peak, and stopping that would be cruel. Instead, Roman raised his hand that had been lying limply on the bed and wrapped it around Diego’s back. Whether by coincidence or not, the movements thrusting inside became even faster.
“Haah… ngh, hnngh… haah…!”
Uncontrolled moans flowed endlessly. Pressing his upper body close as if embracing Roman’s body, Diego wildly swung his hips. Then, with one last deep thrust, he reached climax.
“Haah, haah…”
Unusually rough breaths burst out. After catching his breath for a moment, belatedly realizing he was practically crushing Roman, he hurriedly lifted his body.
Looking down, he could see the area around their union was messily wet. Diego slowly pulled his hips back. As he completely withdrew, thick semen gushed out from the swollen, gaping hole.
The moment he saw that scene, his lower parts twitched and reacted on their own. If he asked to do it just one more time… As if reading his thoughts, Roman’s voice was heard.
“Get me some water.”
As if he had never been thinking anything else, Diego promptly got up and headed to the table. When he returned and held out the water cup, Roman accepted it with thanks.
Drinking the water, he finally seemed to come to his senses. As he exhaled a deep breath, a careful voice asked from beside him.
“Are you alright?”
Roman let out a small laugh. When had he been pounding away mindlessly with a face like a different person—he’d apparently already returned to his original self.
“Come to think of it, you didn’t properly finish, Roman…”
Realizing what he meant, Roman laughed once more.
“I did.”
“What?”
“I said I did. You thrust properly, so I came without even touching myself.”
Roman indicated somewhere with his chin. White bodily fluid was smeared here and there on Diego’s abdomen, which showed off his firm muscles. Since Diego had ejaculated inside, it was clearly what Roman had released.
Looking below that, at the still-hard-looking cock between the thick bush, Roman naturally felt the desire to go one more time. But unfortunately, too much time had already passed. Knowing that his younger sister was waiting for him, Roman suppressed his greed and brought up something else.
“There’s a small pouch in my bag. Take it and give it to Emily.”
Then Diego, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, answered with an awkward expression.
“…I’m grateful, but if you keep giving her things like this, Emily might develop bad habits.”
“It’s nothing special. Actually, Mrs. Winston gave it to me as payment, but it’s a women’s brooch, so it’s useless to me.”
“Even so…”
“If you really don’t want to, throw it away on your way. Hurry up and go. Emily’s waiting.”
When Roman deliberately waved his hand to hurry him along, Diego finally picked up the clothes scattered on the floor. It took less than a minute to wipe his body with a towel and return to a neat appearance.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow. Rest comfortably.”
The plodding footsteps gradually faded into the distance. Even after Diego left, Roman remained on the bed for a while before belatedly getting up.
Dizziness lingered like a mild fever, but it wasn’t unbearable. On the nightstand, as always, tobacco was prepared. When he put the lit pipe in his mouth and inhaled, murky smoke soon billowed up in waves.
As his mind gradually returned, a dull ache belatedly surged through him. He didn’t need to touch it with his hands to know. It would still be gaping open.
It would be a mess with oil and bodily fluids, but he had no complaints about it. On the first night they spent together, it was he himself who had turned away the guy who offered to help clean up.
Roman put on a robe and belatedly got up. He didn’t want to move in this languid satisfaction, but he couldn’t just sleep in this state.
***
In Brisel, the kingdom’s capital, there existed dozens of officially recognized guilds. As numerous as they were, the characteristics of each guild varied, and among them, the Fohens Guild, where Roman served as leader, specialized in taking on all kinds of commissioned requests.
At first, they started with only five members, but it didn’t take long to grow in size. Under Roman’s leadership, the guild members showed perfect results with every task they undertook. As this gradually spread by word of mouth, the Fohens Guild continued to flourish year after year.
Thanks to this, even royalty and nobles occasionally placed designated requests, and Master Roman was no exception.
“…Seems they never get tired.”
Thud—
Annoyance showed in the hand that tossed down the invitation. The shameless noble lady kept sending requests for escorts without any embarrassment.
“From now on, reject all request forms coming from Count Labia’s household.”
Then Isabel, who had been examining documents at her desk, answered without even looking up.
“I’m sorry, but that won’t do. It would damage the guild’s reputation.”
