LP 3.2 The Prince’s Rebellion

Figuring out the most important patterns of ‘detoxification’ required about two nights.

“Uh, ah….”

As soon as he opened the door to the inner chamber connected to the drawing room, a kiss followed without giving him time to regain his senses.

Now Kosha was accustomed to kissing. However, he still wasn’t used to the hands that frantically undressed him during the kiss. His cherished gray robe was stripped off as soon as he entered and fell to the floor, but he had no chance to pick it up.

After his pants waistband was undone, he no longer had the mental capacity to care about things like robes anyway.

Lucian’s hands were quick. He would kiss Kosha senseless and then undress him in an instant. Where did he learn such advanced techniques?

He must have had many lovers, right?

After all, premarital relationships were freely permitted regardless of social class, and among the upper class, as long as one didn’t recklessly produce children, it was even encouraged, so it wasn’t strange. Rather, for someone like Lucian, such a kind and beautiful person would naturally…

“Don’t get distracted.”

Lucian bit Kosha’s lip painfully. When Kosha snapped back to his senses, he was already dressed only in a shirt. The feeling of emptiness below was something he couldn’t get used to. At the same time, a damp rose scent spread.

“Uh, uhn…”

Pulling Kosha closer into his embrace, Lucian’s hand slipped between Kosha’s buttocks. His hand was slippery, having already applied oil.

The source of this moist rose scent was the aromatic oil he used. Except for the first night spent in the subsidiary fortress outside the castle, he always used this oil during their relations. Perhaps because of this, Kosha now felt that just smelling the rose scent would stir indecent thoughts.

“So soft.”

He whispered into Kosha’s ear. Well, of course. His body was already soft, and they had relations every day for detoxification…

“Did you touch yourself when alone?”

“No…”

“No? But it’s this soft?”

These words were more like teasing than actual interrogation. But feeling unnecessarily embarrassed, Kosha turned his cheek, which had been resting against Lucian’s chest, away. A low laugh transmitted through the resonance of his chest.

“Sorry. But we need to loosen it. So you don’t get hurt later.”

The first rule of detoxification: insertion could be done before sunset, but ejaculation must occur after sunset.

Strictly speaking, after sunset, when the mana hidden within Kosha’s body became active, then ejaculation should occur.

Ejaculating before sunset was utterly useless. They tried doing it ‘in advance’ during the day, thinking it might have an effect, but as soon as sunset came, they had to start over with ‘not in his right mind’ Lucian, having twice as intense relations from the beginning.

The only fortunate thing was that thanks to the earlier relations, the hole was sufficiently moist and soft. Otherwise, what would have happened to his bottom… Just thinking about it was frightening.

Accidentally ejaculating outside was also completely useless. The next night, while having somewhat hurried standing relations, Kosha’s legs gave out and he collapsed just as Lucian ejaculated. The semen splattered on Kosha’s back… and the same thing as the previous night repeated.

Kosha was a sturdy man who rarely cried, but remembering that incident made him dizzy enough to bring tears to his eyes.

The hole soon became slick. He used the oil generously, and Kosha seemed naturally submissive even in body. By the time two of his fingers could enter and exit freely, the inner walls felt ticklish. It seemed his fingertips were brushing against some strangely sensitive spot.

With his knees wanting to press together and his feet wanting to stamp, Kosha frantically grabbed Lucian’s arm.

“Your Highness. Not standing. Not standing…”

He wanted to avoid doing it standing like this. Last time, things got out of control when they did…

As Kosha struggled, Lucian detached his lips from Kosha’s nape and gave a momentarily displeased look. Then he promptly lifted Kosha up.

Anyway, Lucian was very generous in this aspect. At least as long as he was ‘in his right mind,’ he didn’t insist on doing things Kosha disliked during relations.

Of course, whether the alternatives he proposed appealed to Kosha was a separate matter.

Lucian walked to the sofa in the reception room and plopped down. Kosha ended up kneeling with his shins against Lucian’s thigh, naturally spreading his legs. His erect penis, standing stiffly in vivid pink, dangled and swayed before Lucian.

Feeling unnecessarily shy, Kosha tried to pull down his shirt hem, but Lucian’s palm lightly slapped his buttocks. It didn’t hurt, but the loud smacking sound made him even more embarrassed.

“Where are you trying to hide.”

“……”

“Hold onto my shoulders.”

He said while lifting Kosha’s shirt.

And he worked on the hole again. Based on experience, it needed to be loosened until about three fingers could enter to be stable.

Even as pale fluid dripped from Kosha’s penis tip, threatening to stain his shirt front, Lucian hadn’t undone a single waistband.

Insertion occurred around the time the sunset glow streaming through the window turned its final crimson hue. When he undid his waistband, a dark red, menacing thing sprang out. It reached up to his navel—thick, blunt, threatening, and already soaked with pre-ejaculate.

To think he’d been calmly working on just the hole until he leaked that much. As a fellow man, Kosha thought anew that Lucian was quite something.

As always, Lucian roughly wiped his own penis with the leftover oil from loosening Kosha’s hole. Then he removed Kosha’s shirt completely and turned him around to face the opposite direction. More precisely, onto his penis.

The blunt glans engaged with the gaping hole. The large thing slowly began to enter, spreading him open below. Kosha’s breathing grew ragged.

“It’s okay, slowly…”

The position of entering from behind was always a bit more tense compared to facing each other. Perhaps because there was nothing to hold onto. As if reading that thought, Lucian wrapped one arm around Kosha’s waist to hold him and gripped his hand with the other.

“I-Is it all in?”

Kosha panted and asked. Still more than half remained. Kosha always asked if it was all in around this point.

Instead of answering, Lucian pressed Kosha’s lower abdomen, put strength into his hips, and pushed in deeper, making Kosha struggle, scraping the sofa with his heels. Lucian checked below again. Seeing that about one segment of his penis remained outside, it seemed he had probably pushed right up to where the Mage would lose his mind.

If he kept prodding that spot, Kosha made an incredibly lewd expression… Not even a word of thanks. Lucian laughed irritably.

“Too, haa… Don’t squeeze too much. You can’t come now, right?”

Lucian soothed him, gently stroking Kosha’s lower abdomen as if asking when he had ever pressed down on it.

That was the second rule. Maintain the insertion time after sunset for as long as possible.

Strictly speaking, the sexual act process seemed to contribute to mana activation. It was presumed to be related to increased heart rate, but it wasn’t certain. The longer the insertion movements, the greater the amount of mana expelled at once.

So it was important to sufficiently loosen below and insert before sunset. Around the time excitement peaked, sunset would occur, and then drawing out enough mana to ejaculate was most ideal from Kosha’s perspective.

Of course, Lucian agreed with this as well. No need to unnecessarily waste the Mage’s body.

However, acting particularly lewd and persistent with Kosha… was an unavoidable matter of taste.

Until the sun completely retreated beyond the western mountain range and darkness gathered, he would often stay almost motionless while inserted. Nominally, it was to give Kosha’s body time to adjust, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was less burdensome.

“Ha, uh, auh…”

White thighs trembled violently. The club-like thing filling his body felt like it would pierce through his belly skin. But it wasn’t painful or unpleasant, so Kosha didn’t know what to do.

Lucian waited for time to pass, occasionally slowly putting strength into his hips to push deeper inside. The sensation where the hard glans tip pressed and scraped kept becoming more indecent and strange. The inside of his belly repeatedly tightened and relaxed on its own.

“Hoo…”

Hot breath poured over the back of his neck. The arm holding him from behind tightened, and the thick thigh muscles under Kosha’s legs twitched.

He could fully feel the man’s excitement behind him. Was he suffering too? Like me? Was he just as at a loss?

But… sunset is coming soon. Kosha’s dazed eyes wandered to the window. Unbeknownst to him, the sky outside the window had already turned more than half dark.

Roughly around now should be fine, right? …Not yet? Should I wait a bit more? Has the magic not, still not circulated yet?

Growing impatient, Kosha kept twitching his buttocks. He wasn’t even aware of it himself. His waist instinctively wriggled as if searching for a pleasant spot.

Lucian, who had been holding Kosha and suppressing his own arousal, let out a soft laugh.

The sight of the small buttocks that couldn’t even fully accommodate his penis squirming was both astonishing and excessively stimulating. The already dizzyingly tight inside kept tightly gripping his penis, then meltingly loosening, tempting him to go deeper.

“Haa… You really.”

Lucian suppressed a moan and pressed his forehead against Kosha’s nape. In response, the hole twitched.

He thought he should probably remove Kosha’s shirt after all. He had left that one layer thinking Kosha might be cold, but he felt he needed to see with his own eyes the sight of that handful-sized waist swaying fearlessly to be satisfied.

He had no mind to check the window or the time.

Grabbing the shirt hem, he yanked it off upward. Kosha, stripped naked without any resistance, looked back at Lucian curiously.

“……?”

Kosha alternately gazed at the completely dark blue-black sky and Lucian’s blue-gray eyes. But Lucian had no leisure, of course, to read the meaning of that confusion. He merely kissed the bewildered eyelids.

“Your Highness…?”

Kosha called him as if to confirm. Suddenly annoyed by that, Lucian frowned and laughed.

“But why do we… ugh, still ‘Your Highness’?”

“Uh, uhn, what?”

“During sex, a bit…”

Enduring quietly inside the hot, tight space was becoming more and more torture. The speed at which his penis gently thrust inside gradually began to increase. Lucian held Kosha’s waist fixed and smoothly thrust upward as he spoke again.

“Try saying my name.”

“What?”

“My name.”

Pressing Kosha’s panting chest, making his back stick to his chest, Kosha’s flushed face turned to look at him. Parted lips and unfocused eyes were erotic.

“Yo-Your Highness, a-are you in your right mind?”

Kosha barely managed to ask. Even after sunset, relations that only slowly heated up without becoming intense, the continued polite speech, enough presence of mind to hold a conversation.

He was asking if Lucian was in his right mind in the ‘magic potion’ sense, but somehow it sounded like an indirect refusal of his request, making Lucian frown.

He was, of course, in his right mind. But wasn’t that beside the point right now?

“Don’t you know my name?”

“Huh?”

“Are you sleeping with me because I’m ‘Your Highness’?”

No, I’m not. The voice mixed with the creaking, embarrassing sound was low, like scraping the floor.

…Of course, that could be the case, but he wouldn’t say that outright unless he’d lost his mind. Even with his thin rationality on the verge of snapping, that calculation surfaced.

“Huh? Ah, no. No, ah, ah!”

As expected, the Mage whose white body was flushed red shook his head frantically. Then call me by name. During sex, a bit. He urged again.

If he heard that damn ‘Your Highness’ one more time in bed…

Even he… called me by name. Just that once, but anyway. Or maybe from now on.

“Lu…”

Kosha hesitated. He seemed to be pondering whether he dared to utter that name. As was typical of this clumsy Mage, it was a pointless worry.

He thrust his hips a few more times. The movements gradually intensified. Just enough for Kosha to bear without losing his mind. Quickly, okay? Pressing down on his pelvis to urge him, Kosha let out a strange moan, “Huuu,” and frantically spat out.

“Lu, Lucian. Lucian.”

“……”

“Ah, hh… Lucian. Ah.”

And at that moment, his head spun. Lucian held his breath and gritted his teeth. Was this the feeling of the magic potion taking effect, or…

“That’s right, good job.”

The praise was almost just mimicked. Lucian abruptly stood up, slipping his hands under Kosha’s thighs to support him. Due to their natural height difference, Kosha’s toes dangled in the air, and his penis dug deeper inside his belly.

“Ahk! Yo-Your Highness! Ah!”

“Your Highness again?”

Thin legs struggled and wrapped around his legs. With each step he took, the inside twitched and tightened, providing special stimulation to the man buried within.

The man who had stubbornly walked to the opposite side of the room laid Kosha face-down on the spacious dresser. The dresser was oddly high, so Kosha’s feet barely, precariously didn’t touch the floor.

“From now on, when we do this, let’s use names.”

Lucian bent over and kissed his ear. His thick chest pressed Kosha’s body flat against the cold wooden surface. And he began to slowly move his hips.

“Ah, ugh, hh, Lucian. There, ah, augh!”

“Uhn, yeah, haa… You like it here, don’t you.”

After aiming and thrusting a few more times, Kosha’s nails scratched the wooden furniture. But soon Lucian pressed down on Kosha’s hands, subduing them, and Kosha could no longer move a single fingertip at will.

The insertion movements were carried out very long and persistently. Lucian seemed strangely in his right mind today… Kosha panted and thought that the times when he was so intense Kosha couldn’t even keep his mind might have been better.

The stimulation of his erect nipples rubbing against the cold wooden furniture was excessive. His stiff pink penis swayed here and there, repeatedly catching and bumping against the dresser handles. He wished he could grab it, something, grab onto something. But Lucian’s two hands continued to subdue Kosha’s hands.

Too much, everything, felt so directly, with nothing to avoid. Kosha shuddered. From the receiving end, it felt almost eternal, but in reality, the ejaculation didn’t take as long as the endurance.

The pale fluid that spurted from Kosha’s penis tip clung stickily to the metal handles of the expensive wooden furniture. Then, a little later, unable to withstand the sensation of the inner walls squeezing as if being wrung out simultaneously with ejaculation, Lucian buried himself deep and ejaculated.

“Ugh, haa…”

The first ejaculation was always long. He could fully feel the penis filling him below throbbing as it spurted semen. Strength surged through Lucian’s entire body as he pressed down even harder on the one receiving his ejaculation.

Kosha dazedly felt a portion of the mana returned through the internal ejaculation slowly being absorbed into his body.

Even after finishing ejaculating, Lucien enjoyed the moist inner walls for a while before slowly withdrawing. Each time Kosha’s sensitive body twitched, kisses landed on his back.

The hole that had been holding something excessive couldn’t close at once and twitched while gaping for a while, but nothing flowed out.

Lucien flipped Kosha over and examined him here and there. He always checked for any bruised or injured areas after sex. Now accustomed, Kosha just lay on the long dresser top, panting, and received the gaze.

After finishing the check, Lucien lifted Kosha up. Naturally wrapping his arms around Lucien’s neck and hanging limply, Kosha thought with his hazy mind.

This might develop into a bad habit. I wasn’t originally that good with stamina, but still, as a man. I heard it’s embarrassing if you’re too helpless in bed. I should be more proactive and active…

But what can I do when I have no strength right now. Maybe such words were said by someone who’s never had that monstrous thing inside them even once.

Kosha rationalized his laziness as he lay back on the long sofa as Lucien laid him down.

After sex, his warmly heated body, the plain hands gently touching him, and the soft fabric of the sofa wrapping around him felt just right.

What pulled his fading, drowsy mind back to reality was the damp sensation felt between his legs.

“……!”

Startled, he looked down to see a golden head already between his legs.

“Ugh, Your Highness…!”

Lucien’s lips wandered willfully over his perineum and inner thighs. Except for the glans, which was particularly sensitive right after ejaculation, he repeatedly kissed and licked the smooth pink shaft as well.