The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 413: Sometimes, wish is being granted even if it’s not your birthday

Chapter 413: Sometimes, wish is being granted even if it’s not your birthday

I was actually serious--my legs felt so weak that I couldn’t move. It was so weird. All I could do was look at him in embarrassment, and you know what?

You know what; yeah, he actually lifted me in his arms, carrying me. "How nostalgic," he said. "Too bad it’s not a rooftop."

Oh, gosh!

"Too bad it’s not snowing," Zarga grinned, her head peeking out behind Natha’s back.

"This is you, isn’t it?" my eyes narrowed at her. "You’re the one who prepared this?"

I recalled vaguely that Natha and Zarfa were talking among themselves at one point when I was preoccupied with something else. And who else could help Natha turn into ’him’ from the time I was secretly crushing on him but Zarfa?

"Why? Don’t you like my masterpiece?" she grinned and pushed her nose bridge as if fixing her nonexistent glasses.

Like it? Like it?!

I love it so much I would kiss her if I wasn’t afraid Natha would get mad. So all I could do to show my appreciation was to bury my flustered face in his neck while clutching his shoulder and back tightly.

"My, my--looking at you, I would think that you won’t even be able to step out of the inn," I heard her smirk even without looking.

"Not a bad idea," Natha said nonchalantly, and I slapped his shoulder in embarrassment.

I mean...yeah, that wasn’t a bad idea, but...

"It’ll be a waste," I raised my head and bit my lips. "I’ve never...I’ve always regretted never being able to take a walk with ’you’."

"You mean back then?"

"Yeah..."

Back then, there were times I regretted that we hadn’t met during a warmer season. I could hardly leave the room during winter, and with me fainting on the rooftop that day, I couldn’t even leave the bed for quite some time. I couldn’t see the young doctor during the day, even if I wanted to take just a short glimpse. I would lay there in the cold room thinking about asking him to walk together beneath the spring blossom, giggling and reddening at the mere thought.

But our meeting ended before spring came.

"Alright then," he smiled and flicked my nose. "Let’s enjoy the yellowing leave and watch some dances."

I nodded quietly, feeling embarrassed all over again. I had thought I was already used to his charm, that I wouldn’t easily be flustered by him anymore. Ah...what a fool you were, Val.

"Can you walk now, or should I carry you around town?" he asked with a teasing smile. "I don’t mind either way."

"I--I can walk...I think..."

Fortunately, I did--because imagine being carried all around the town? People would stare!

But again, fortunately, they did not stare.

"Oh, I felt this kind of vibe before!" I frowned slightly as we passed by the plaza peacefully, watching the performance and buying some street snacks without anyone looking at us weirdly.

Turned out, the night demon’s glamour wasn’t just used for disguise or seduction, but could also be utilized as a smoke screen, making our presence faint. I didn’t realize it before, but Natha might be using this during our first festival too.

As I watched a group of people dance in the plaza without any matching outfits or uniformity, just following the music--which also came randomly when bards and people who could play music suddenly gathered--I was reminded of a particular sight.

"The oasis!"

"It’s rough, but there’s a charm in it," Natha agreed, pulling my arm gently aside as the people in front of me suddenly got pushed back.

"It’s fascinating, isn’t it?" I looked at him in wonder. "No one planned this, but everyone came out and just...party!"

Be it adults or kids, rich or poor, people of all sorts came to the street and the plaza and just decided to have fun. No one paid them to play music, sing, or dance, but it happened. It was like something I only read in fairy tales.

"It’s because people crave hope," Natha said calmly, with the tone owned by a Lord. "They have been miserable for years, and when they thought it was over, they were plagued with polluted mana that might give birth to corrupted beasts someday. They lived in constant fear, and suddenly, they found out their source of fear had been eradicated."

I looked at their faces; the bright smiles and shining eyes that illuminated even the darkening sky. I saw that kind of face yesterday too, running around the meadow.

Oh...

Even though I did it for my own benefit, would it be alright to feel proud of myself for a little bit?

"You made it possible," Natha held my hand and gently raised it to his lips. He spoke as if he broke his oath and read my thoughts, but perhaps it was just our deepening bond. "You can praise yourself as much as you want."

At that moment, I remembered his proud smile when he looked at me from the hill. There was always this thought in the back of my head that he actually didn’t like it--me doing this whole thing for the humans. While demons did not necessarily abhor the humans, Natha didn’t like them for the simple fact that they hurt me before. Just like Jade at the start.

I had a sneaking suspicion that if it was up to him, he wouldn’t let me do this. No--I knew that he would never willingly let me do this.

But he held it in, because he respected me. He respected my wish and decision, and despite his fear and worry, he also felt proud that I could use my power to do things that I wanted, that I wouldn’t come to regret.

And Gods...how I love him. Oh, how I love him for this and everything.

There, in the crowd, in the swirling sounds of joy and laughter, all I could see was him.

All I want is him.

"Nat," I raised my hand, resting them on his cheek. "I want to be alone with you."

He blinked once, and it took him a second to grasp my waist and whisked me away to the bedroom in our inn. The force of a sudden teleportation made us stumble, crashing into the table and everything.

I didn’t care.

I didn’t care about the falling pieces of furniture or broken cups. But I care about how good his lips feel, despite the feeling of discrepancy from the lack of coldness. His touch was still familiar enough, and oh, how I had missed his touch. Not the gentle caress and innocent pecks, but passionate kisses and urging contact driven by carnal desire.

And when my back finally met the mattress, and I could see him again above me, I almost lost my breath. But he hesitated slightly, tilting his head to read my expression.

"Should I change back?"

I bit my lips, hard, in dilemma. Gods--it just felt lacking without the familiar cold temperature and the rouch feel of his pattern all over my skin. But--but...

"No--umm...just...just for today," I croaked embarrassingly. "But--" I looked at him and bit my lips again as I clutched his white coat. "Can you...can you keep this on?"

He raised his brow and leaned closer. "You like it that much?"

"I’m just..." I squirmed beneath him as his hand started to undress me. "I want to...at least once..."

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips, feeling like an idiot. It was so dizzying--I knew he was once afraid I might be falling for ’Nathanael’ instead of him, and U was worried he would interpret it in a bad way, but--

"Should I keep the glasses on too?" he whispered against my cheek, and my eyes flew open.

"C...can you?"

Even I could hear how breathless I sounded. He pulled away slightly and popped a few of the top buttons so I could see his upper chest. "I’ll try."

I clasped my mouth to prevent myself from screaming. Was this my birthday? It wasn’t, but would that mean I could ask for something even more on my birthday? Like...like...a special force--

"Focus, sweetheart," he chuckled and patted my twitching erection. When did he completely undress me?!

"Tell me, Valen," he smiled gently, like a doctor would talk to their dying patient--and it felt as if I was falling into a fragment of a past that never happened. His hand, however, was making sure I--and by that I mean that little part of me--was more alive than ever. "Did you fantasize about me?"

My eyes widened in dread. "W-what are you t-talking about?!" suddenly, I felt like I was back in that hospital ward. "How can I...I wouldn’t d-dare..."

"Ah, right--you’ve never even jerked off, huh?" the curl of his lips was as sharp as the glint in his eyes.

I felt so embarrassed that I couldn’t help but cover my heated face. "I...I was too scared to..."

"But it’s just a fantasy, isn’t it? It’s not like I would know."

"I can’t," I shook my head. "Just...just the thought of holding your hands made me feel like combusting. If I...If I go further..."

His hand stopped moving then, and I felt a painful pang of loss. He still enveloped my hard member with his hand, but he just stayed still. Why? Was it because I told him I never fantasized about him?

Worried that he might not continue, I swiftly opened my mouth again. "Oh, b-but...there was once when I..." my throat swallowed hard as my voice grew fainter. "When I...I had a dream of you ki-kissing me and...and I was so flustered that I couldn’t sleep at all for the rest of the day. Even though...even though I wanted to continue the dre--"

The dream, as it happened, continued in real life, as the older man in a long white coat held my nape gently and kissed me deep, deep enough I felt like it reached my heart and soul. He kissed me until my lungs screamed for air and my mind was in a daze.

"How’s that compared to your dream?" he asked with a pair of silver eyes and black sclera.

Oh, his eyes had turned back, even though the rest of him was still human.

It was...

Wow.

"I’m not sure..." my lips tremble with the lie. "I think...I’ll know if you do it again."

"...Haa," he took off his glasses and threw them away, and then I couldn’t see or think anymore.

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