The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 210: Exploring things is fun, but what about exploring the secret of the universe?

Chapter 210: Exploring things is fun, but what about exploring the secret of the universe?

"What are you doing there?"

I looked up as the dome of blanket covering my head was lifted, and caught the amused gaze of silver eyes, hooded by sleepiness and arousal--which I felt clearly within my palm.

Giggling slightly, I pressed my lips onto the cold, throbbing flesh in front of my face, and licked it. The hand that got rid of the blanket was now on my head, scraping my scalp with the sound of harsh breath from above.

"So naughty this early in the morning?" Natha arched his brow, and I shrugged.

"It was hard, like..."

"Like...?"

I stroked the length with my hands and tilted my head. "Like it asked me to do something?"

"And this is your conclusion?"

Trailing the pulsing vein to the smooth, round head, I looked up and asked against the twitching slit. "Should I stop?"

"Are you kidding me?" the cold hand on my hair tightened slightly, before sliding into my nape and rubbing there gently. "Go on," Natha parted his lips, half smiling and letting out a quiet growl from deep within his chest.

So I continued, shifting my body to a more comfortable position between his legs and started to put the hard length in my mouth. This was only my third time doing it, so I wasn’t really proficient yet. But I had to say I found myself to be lacking in gag reflex, so it had been rather a fun experience rather than a painful one--despite Natha’s size.

It was mainly fun because Natha looked the most disorderly while I did it. His scrunched face, frowning brows, and parted lips let out a low, raspy breath. Oftentimes, repeatedly, he would grab my hair, seemingly wanting to slam my face into his crotch. But he never did it; he would hold his grip for a few seconds, before letting go with gritted teeth and cheeks flushed deeper in color. Glancing at the way he looked as he suppressed his desire got me tingling all over.

And the most fun of it all was tasting the cold fluid that came out with a harsh growl and tight grip on the back of my head. I would suck it off and swallow everything, licking the leftover drop until he pulled me up to kiss my cheek and the corner of my glazed eyes.

"To think you’re a virgin just a few weeks ago," he chuckled while wiping the corner of my mouth after fixing his pants back.

"Technically," I raised my finger to correct him. "I’m still a virgin."

He looked at me dumbfoundedly for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, kissing my neck and shoulder further, grazing my skin with his pattern and stubble until I squirmed from the ticklish sensation.

"You like that?" he asked with a smirk as I licked my lips and savored the leftover taste.

"Mm," I nodded and tried to review the taste. "It’s like an ice cream, no--" It was cold, just like the rest of him, and refreshing, with a hint of sweetness and a slight sourness at the tip of my tongue. "Yogurt?" I corrected.

He pressed his lips and leaned his head against my shoulder, laughing until his back was shaking. "What? It’s true!"

Obviously, I didn’t know what other men’s cum tasted like, but I imagined it wouldn’t taste like this. The courtesans told me that cum and slick tasted different depending on the quality of the mana inside someone. So instead of the food that we ate or our general lifestyle, the taste was influenced by the characteristics of our mana, and the purity of it.

Meaning, the more mana we had, and the purer it was, the tastier it would be.

See why I said it was fun?

"Mm, as long as you like it," Natha kissed me.

"What about mine?" I tilted my head, and Natha made a pondering face.

"Hmm...like a custard? Soft and sweet like you," his eyes curled and gazed downward, and even though it was me who asked the question, I got flustered by the answer. "Would you like a turn?"

"...no," I laid my head down on his chest and sighed. "I just want to cuddle,"

He chuckled and pulled up the blanket to cover me--us--again, just in time as the door clicked open and a servant came with our morning tray. I flinched and in dread, realized that a servant could come in the middle of me sucking Natha earlier.

Note to self: make sure to lock the door before doing naughty naughty.

The servants paused for a bit when they realized we had woken up already, and proceeded to bow deeply. They swiftly put the tray on the table and retreated without lifting their gaze off the floor. I would never know whether they did that because of the culture of not staring at the Lord’s eyes--and his partner’s too, apparently--or because they were embarrassed by catching us in an intimate situation.

I was embarrassed getting caught in this intimate situation, even though we were fully clothed--well, Natha’s night robe was a little loose because I was spending a long time staring at his pecs and abs before going down on him, but he still technically clothed.

"You’re still embarrassed after all this time?" Natha laughed softly while stroking my hair with one hand and rubbing my reddened ears with another.

"It’s because I’m a person with decency," I pursed my lips.

"Who woke up his lover with a blowjob?" he raised his brow. I grinned sheepishly and he pinched my cheek. "Why did you wake up so early anyway?"

I paused then, suddenly remembered why I couldn’t sleep last night and ended up waking up way before dawn. Gasping, I got up and grabbed his shoulder. "The Egg!"

* * *

No, I didn’t dream of anything last night.

But before falling asleep, I had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I was forgetting something. And I only recalled what it was when I woke up in the middle of the night.

The Egg! The Seed!

Natha told me he would tell me about it more when we got back, in front of the Egg itself.

But then, I guess the frantic effort of finishing my homework, as well as Heraz’s arrival with the news pushed it away from my mind.

I tried to sleep again after that, telling myself to think about it tomorrow instead because I didn’t want to wake up Natha in the dead of the night just for that. But I couldn’t.

So, to distract myself, I was...well, let’s say I filled my mind with something even more distracting than the Egg while watching my Demon Lord’s sleeping face. Face and everything else.

And now, I watched Natha getting up from the bed and approaching the armchair beneath the window. He took something from a hidden compartment below the chair and put it on my hand.

"What is this?" I looked at the small notebook in my hand, which was protected by some kind of seal.

Natha reached out his hand and tapped on the brand in the back of my hand. "Try it,"

Intrigued, I put my palm atop the notebook and channel a mana inside. The book made a soft clicking noise and the seal was undone.

"It’s the second volume," Natha said to me in a playful tone.

I didn’t get it immediately at first, but when I looked at the notebook again, a memory of another book lying inside the drawer of a certain tower made me gasp. Swiftly, I opened the notebook, and a familiar handwriting greeted my eyes.

"The sequel!" I raised the journal and he laughed softly in response.

"That’s where I wrote my experience after being called to the Sanctuary," he explained as I flipped the page. "What His Majesty said to me, what I remember from that short time with you, what I did after that..."

Oh my God...this must be Natha’s biggest secret. It basically contained the Demon God’s decree and the reason behind his wealth. No wonder it was put under a complicated seal--if it wasn’t by his specific manaprints, it wouldn’t open. Well, and my manaprints too, now, apparently.

Wow...my heart was beating fast when I started to read the entry as we walked toward the treasure room. It started from the place that was getting cut off from the previous notebook--the darn cliffhanger. My eyes darted upon the words, but I had to pause and ask for his translation because he was jotting down the King’s words in archaic demonese.

And listening to his translation was...wild.

"P-procreation?"

"Mm,"

I swallowed and blinked hard. "Uhh...like...making child?"

"Yeah,"

Was this why...he’d been repeatedly asking me about having a child? I looked at him in a daze as he opened the door to the treasure room, and I was still in a daze when I followed him inside.

I recalled how he was looking confused when I said I never thought of having one because I knew I couldn’t get one. Was he wondering about this ’fate’ of him? Because...

How could two males procreate a life?

Would I magically grow a womb or something?

"It’s confusing, right?" Natha caressed my head softly. "It was for me too,"

When I stared at him without blinking, he continued with a wry smile. "I was wondering about whether or not my partner had been premeditated, and right after, my soul was propelled to the other world."

"To Earth?"

"Yeah," he stroked my chin and continued. "I woke up in a human body that has my face, in a vastly different environment. Everything was strange, and as his memories flooded into my mind, I felt so muddled and dizzy that I had to take a breather."

"...so you go to the rooftop..."

Natha gave me the warmest, sweetest smile. "Yes," he said, eyes never left mine as he continued. "I saw you, I caught you, and I fell in love."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," he said. "It’s bizarre, isn’t it? I feel this strange reaction to your soul, so confusing and intriguing. It took me a few days to realize that it was you; that you must be the one I sent there to see."

"But...but what if it’s actually not--"

I bit my lips, suddenly feeling my nape grow cold. What if...what if the person he actually had to meet was someone else? What if...what if it was the author girl--