Turning Chapter 1255

If Yuder had intended to voice his assurance that he was perfectly fine—that a fleeting weariness was all he’d experienced—he could have easily done so. Yet, the man before him, now gently brushing his cheek against Yuder’s forehead, spoke with an air of knowing exactly what Yuder was about to say.

“You’ve exerted yourself all day. To add to that, you’ve remained on edge, constantly worried about Kanna, while simultaneously ensuring no crucial detail slipped your notice. Even if your body is robust, your mind must be utterly depleted. Mine feels the same.”

“......”

“What do you say we rest here for the night? Upon waking, we can meticulously go over the intelligence I’ve been compiling independently. Processing it with refreshed minds will be more effective, and frankly, it will feel much better too.”

His voice was as soothing as a lullaby, yet a strange, seductive quality made it feel like a potent temptation.

After a moment of contemplation, Yuder gave a slow nod.

“It seems a bit premature for slumber... but very well.”

“Should you find yourself unable to drift off, perhaps I could offer a little assistance. Something akin to a blessing.”

“...What sort of assistance are you referring to?”

“A kiss. It has a remarkable effect in alleviating tension.”

Had anyone else uttered such words, Yuder’s immediate response would have been a swift blow. However, this was Kishiar. Regardless of its actual efficacy, if Kishiar extended such an offer, Yuder found himself undeniably wanting it.

“...Please, do.”

A smile graced Kishiar’s lips as he pressed them firmly against Yuder’s temple.

“Let those swirling thoughts dissipate for the present moment.”

The warmth of his lips was, as always, deeply comforting. Enticed by this sensation, Yuder’s eyelids gradually lowered.

Through the thin veil of skin where their flesh met, Yuder felt Kishiar’s breath. The slow, measured exhalations brushed against his skin, sending a subtle tremor down his spine. A warmth, originating at his temple, traced an invisible line behind his closed eyelids, swept across his throat, caressed his chest beneath his attire, and descended further, coiling around his abdomen.

Finally, the warmth reached that most secluded, intimate part of him… lingering there… holding its breath… as if—

Knock.

A gentle rapping sounded at the door.

“......”

Yuder’s senses prickled instinctively, and his eyes flew open. At that precise instant, Kishiar’s lips withdrew from his temple with a faint, soft sound. His gentle smile remained.

Although in reality, only a fleeting moment had passed—it paradoxically felt as though the kiss had stretched on for an eternity.

Hm…

His initial desire had been for a simple kiss, nothing more. Yet, the result far surpassed any expectation.

The heat that had transferred from Kishiar’s lips seemed to have ignited a quiet, persistent flame within him, as if it had taken root deep within his core. Their gazes, now so intensely focused that the surrounding world seemed to vanish, met—and Yuder was suddenly struck by an overwhelming thirst.

“……”

He swallowed, attempting to quell the dryness, but the sensation persisted.

Lowering his eyes to his own hands, Yuder had a sudden realization: This was not a thirst for water. Nor was it mere fatigue.

What he truly craved was not a drink—but breath. Breath mingling with breath, warm and wet, filling his mouth until it left him gasping—like a sweet, intoxicating nectar.

He no longer desired a simple comforting gesture or a gentle embrace. He yearned for a profound exchange of warmth, a complete merging where they would overflow into one another, for the serene, blissful peace that only came when two bodies lay entwined, with no space separating them.

This was the very moment when the longing, which had been relegated to the deepest recesses of his heart—pushed aside by countless other concerns—finally awakened.

After a brief silence, Yuder let out a slow exhale.

If he’d merely used the word “blessing” to elicit this specific reaction… then, in truth, his skillful manipulation was commendable.

And if that hadn’t been his intention? His artistry was still worthy of admiration.

Regardless of the motive, Kishiar had provided the opening, and the night was far from over.

What remained now… was to act.

“…That was insufficient.”

“Oh? Then—once more.”

Kishiar’s lips, a subtle curve of amusement playing on them, briefly grazed Yuder’s forehead before lifting away.

Yuder, maintaining an impassive expression, shook his head.

“Not enough.”

“Still desire more?”

A soft kiss landed on his cheek. Yuder simply shook his head again.

“Not enough.”

As it touched the bridge of his nose—and again, when it brushed over his eyelid—each time, he responded with the same negative gesture.

By this point, the man before him had undoubtedly discerned Yuder’s true intentions, yet he still spoke with a pretense of ignorance, his voice low and teasing:

“Still not satisfied? This is proving to be quite the predicament. Where precisely should I bestow my blessing to grant you complete peace and allow you to succumb to slumber? Would you be so kind as to guide me?”

Only then did Yuder move—resembling a predator finally granted permission.

He grasped Kishiar’s collar, pulling him close, and the subsequent kiss was everything Yuder had craved: raw, profound, and intensely possessive.

Their lips met, pulling apart, only to weave together once more. Yuder consumed him, fulfilling the thirst he'd imagined, before finally breaking away, gasping for air. Kishiar's lips now bore a deep crimson hue, a sight that ignited a raw, primal human desire within Yuder, intensifying the burning heat inside him.

"...Was that a sufficient answer? Perhaps I need to be more explicit?"

Kishiar's eyes narrowed, a smile forming on his lips.

"It was more than enough."

With a fingertip, he traced the curve of Yuder's mouth, a slow, deliberate motion. Then—discarding the earlier gentleness—the second kiss descended.

It was an all-consuming embrace.

"...Ugh, hff."

As Kishiar’s tongue continued its exploration, his gaze drifted to the fingers that had slid between the legs wrapped around his torso. The rhythmic sound of slick flesh meeting echoed from the depths, where two of his fingers had been swallowed.

Yuder's body mirrored its master; it was so yielding that even Kishiar, despite appearing more like a predatory instrument than a human appendage, was welcomed without a single drop of blood, as if perfectly made for him. Though appearing cool, it radiated heat; though seemingly firm, it was in truth more tender than anything, offering an unending embrace filled with honest affection.

Still, Kishiar preferred not to rush the process of gentle preparation. He never wished to inflict even the slightest unexpected discomfort upon Yuder. From his experience, the most effective method involved using his lips and tongue until Yuder reached a pure climax solely from internal stimulation, becoming thoroughly slick. However, Yuder displayed uncharacteristic eagerness today. He held Kishiar tightly, refusing to allow their locked lips to separate even for a moment, leaving Kishiar no choice but to resort to his hand.

This, naturally, had its own merits. After all, it was rare for Yuder to openly express such a strong desire for anything.

Even moments before this encounter began, that had been evident. Every time he settled onto Kishiar's lap, he would perch delicately on his toes, sitting upright as if poised for immediate departure. So, when Yuder suddenly relinquished all his tension, relaxing completely of his own accord, Kishiar was genuinely taken aback. The instant Yuder’s weight fully settled into his arms, leaning in and exhaling a weary sigh, Kishiar’s heart pounded so fiercely that he lost all awareness of his surroundings, his mind utterly blank.

Since they had spent that period of leave together, Yuder had indeed transformed in this aspect. More accurately, it could be said that he had become far more capable of articulating his desires—and of wanting Kishiar.

When he carried on as if Kishiar's embrace was the sole sanctuary for his rest.

When he finally let go of all his tension solely within Kishiar's unassuming body, allowing his unique scent to gently unfurl.

Each time he conveyed pure, unadulterated emotion toward Kishiar through that scent, Kishiar was overwhelmed by the same profound ache and tenderness, a sensation so potent it felt as though his heart might shatter.

When emotion reaches its zenith, it transforms into a form of pain. Even when he believed he had reached the limit of what he could feel, moments like these would arrive, proving the utter fallacy of that conviction. In Yuder's presence, all of Kishiar's firmly held beliefs dissolved into insignificance.

The emotion Yuder had conveyed and he had sensed from his scent earlier was one of relief—underscored by a subtle undercurrent of desire. Kishiar quickly discerned that this desire originated from Yuder’s physical being and instincts, which had instinctively sought a more comfortable means of solace than previously known.

It would have been possible to simply let it pass, to leave it undisturbed—but how could he possibly ignore such a rare and precious exhibition of longing? With the slightest provocation, Yuder dismantled every defense, drawing Kishiar into his embrace.

Seeking solace when utterly exhausted and worn down is an intrinsic human drive.

And if Yuder sought comfort, then Kishiar was prepared to do whatever it took until he found complete satisfaction.

As his hand quickened its pace, thrusting forcefully within, their sealed lips parted from the sudden jolt that ran through Yuder's body. His inner core tightened, as if attempting to repel the overwhelming tide of sensation, but it proved insufficient against the might of a Swordmaster. Stripped of all means of resistance, his trembling thighs widened instinctively.

"Haah...!"

Unable to suppress the intense waves of pleasure, his hips bucked relentlessly, curling inward and then thrusting outward in an unyielding rhythm.

"Ah—nngh, aah!"

In the past, Kishiar would have tempered his pace or adjusted his force by now, but he refrained. He simply observed the spectacle in silence.

Just as Yuder had evolved, so too had he. This particular transformation had occurred subsequent to the shared heat cycle they experienced in Peleta. Following that extended period where all inhibitions were cast aside, Kishiar la Orr uncovered a new understanding: that at times, Yuder found this intensity more profoundly satisfying than slow, lingering intimacy.