Demon King's Mentor

After returning home, Eric filled the wooden barrel with water and threw a hot stone into it. He turned his head and wiped Estero's wet hair with a towel. The other party's face was a little pale after the magic power was sealed.

Estero looked at his blond hair that had been scorched by the fire, and asked Eric to cut it short for him. He touched the blond hair by his earlobe with his fingers, and felt a lot more relaxed.

"The water should be hot already," Eric tied up the blond hair, put it on the table, grabbed Estero's cold fingers, and said, "Shall we go take a bath?"

"I'm going to wash myself," Estero told him.

"Okay." Eric smiled slightly and closed the compartment door.

Estero looked at the closed door, took off his wet clothes, scooped up the hot water in the wooden bucket with a wooden ladle, and poured it on himself.He looked at the scars distributed on his shoulders and upper arms, which were the traces of snake scales. It should be that those scales peeled off after he was put on the black mandala bracelet for the first time.

He washed it quickly, dried it with a towel and wrapped it in a coarse robe. When he opened the door, he saw Eric cooking porridge.After seeing him coming out, Eric served him a bowl of hot porridge: "This is the only thing left at home."

"It's okay." Eastero took the wooden bowl.

"Go and sit by the fire, don't catch a cold." Eric looked at his wet blond hair against his scalp and touched his cheek.

Estero walked into the room holding the bowl, the warm food slid into his stomach, and his body gradually became more comfortable.After he finished eating, wrapped up and watching the fire in the stove, Eric came in wiping his hair.

"Have you seen the scars on my body?" Eastero asked.

The man came to him with his bare chest: "Yes."

"Isn't it disgusting? It looks like a snake." Eastero clenched his clothes tightly and looked at the flames in the furnace. "These scales will stick to me only because I drank the blood of a virgin before the battle. "

After being silent for a while, Estero said again: "I didn't kill her, but I must have scared her. I couldn't help it then..."

Eric sat beside him: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, I know you don't mean to hurt anyone, I understand." Stretching out his hand, stroking Eastero's hair, his eyes were gentle, "We still For a long time, if you wanted to, we could always get out of here and find her and apologize to her."

The deep voice of the other party soothed Estero's uneasy emotions. He lowered his eyes and nodded: "Okay, teacher."

"Don't pay too much attention to it," Eric pulled away his hand that was clenched tightly on the skirt, put his fingers into the other's clothes, and stroked the uneven skin on his shoulders, "A man who has experienced war will always leave some scars .” He kissed Estero’s forehead, “I also have scars on my body, what do you think?”

"Where?" Eastero asked.

"You looking for it?" Eric looked him in the eyes and said with a smile.

Estero's face was slightly hot, and his eyes glanced at his naked/strong chest, and then lowered his eyes, scanning his uneven abdominal muscles, looking at the cloth scarf wrapped around his lower body and the cloth protruding from the cloth scarf. Long legs.

Under his searching gaze, Eric's breathing suddenly became rapid, he could almost feel his blood rushing down quickly, the man looked at him apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't mean that... "

"Really?" Eastero smiled slightly, knelt on the bed, put one arm around Eric's neck, and stroked Eric's legs with the other hand, "Teacher is really not What do you mean?"

Eric quickly clamped his evil hand, looked at him from bottom to top, and said hoarsely, "Would you like it, Esther?"

Estero rubbed his stiff lower body/body against his muscular chest, his blue-green bewitching eyes reflected the color of fire: "What if I say I don't want to?"