Demon King's Mentor

After the incident by the stream, Estero never got so close to Eric again. Sometimes he would deliberately reduce physical contact and increase the distance between them, because he knew that that would The lingering and even deepening passion/lust is always there, but held back by reluctant promises.

Just leaning on Eric, he felt the blood in his whole body was boiling. Estero buried his head on the other's shoulder, and couldn't help sniffing the warm breath on his neck.

He wanted to hug him back, but he was afraid that the other party didn't mean it that way. The young prince had never been so emotionally tortured like now, which almost made his heart jump out.

Maybe there were doubts before, but after today, Estero has made it clear that no one in this world will give so much selfless emotion to himself like Eric.This kind of cognition made him love him more, but also respect him more. The curse of promise made him like a loyal dog waiting for his master's order, anxiously about to move, in a dilemma.

But Eric was getting closer to him as if he didn't know it. Estero could even hear his breathing in his ears. The warm breath of the other party made him fall into the boundless chaotic emotions almost instantly. .

On weekdays, he pretended to be polite, but only he knew how he dreamed of his mentor in countless hot nights.But those lingering actions seem ridiculous and ethereal at this moment, childish and meaningless.Has there ever been such a warm and real scene in his dream?

Even through the thick coat, Estero could still feel the heat from the other's muscular chest, not to mention Eric's hug, which seemed almost tough, as if he needed himself and he didn't want to let himself go.

Estero stuck out his tongue almost humbly, and licked off a drop of water on Eric's leather coat. That lucky drop had just slipped off his long-desired wheat-colored skin.

It's a bit bitter.The young prince sucked his tongue, closed his eyes, and thought, if there were animals or elves passing by, wouldn't our posture now look like a pair of lingering lovers in their eyes?

It would be nice if the teacher likes me.Eastero thought sadly, let me kiss him one more time, even for a moment, and he won't refuse me anymore.

He sniffed the other person's scent, and his secret passion/desire was magnified by the close-fitting temperature. The young man's irresistible impulse made Estelo courageous. He raised his hand and gently tugged at the other person's crotch collar.

"What's wrong?" Eric's gentle and low voice rang in his ear.

"I..." Estero realized that his tongue was not as flexible as he imagined, "Teacher..."

Eric knew what he was going to say, and knew that the rain would not last forever. He opened the distance between them, looked at Estero's face, wiped the water from his forehead, and said: " Don't feel embarrassed."

"What... what?" Estero looked at him blankly, feeling faintly afraid.

Eric lowered his eyes: "After all, I ran up to you and said I would be your teacher." He seemed to muster up his courage, "I know you really want Nafin to be your mentor, he is very powerful and has status, And beautiful, to match you..."

"teacher?"

"So..." Eric smiled reluctantly, "That's it, East...Estero, I don't mind resigning as your mentor just like this, I have gained a lot..."

"What are you talking about?!" Estero could only hear the words of resigning as a mentor in his mind, and suddenly shouted, "Why?! Why did you leave?!!"

"Nafn is really good," Eric looked at him and said with difficulty, "I'm just a commoner who doesn't know his status."

Estero stared, grabbed the opponent's clothes, and pushed him to the rock behind him, "Don't go, teacher, why are you going?!"

It wasn't until Eric saw the tears welling up in the other's blue eyes that he began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

"I didn't mean to leave," Eric looked at him. "I thought you wanted Narfin to be your mentor. The elf told me you cried and begged him."

"I..." Estero turned his face away, "I didn't cry and beg Nafin!" Then he turned his head and looked at Eric, "My teacher is only you, there is absolutely no other !"

Eric's heart was like a stone falling to the ground. He felt ridiculous about his previous suspicion. Looking into Eastero's eyes, there was always sincerity and trust there. How could he doubt him?Thinking of this, Eric felt his heart was filled. He stretched out his hand, pinched Estero's ear affectionately as usual, and asked him, "Why are you crying, little fool?"

Estero slapped his hand away vigorously, Eric was stunned for a moment, and the other party wiped away his tears and said, "It's all the teacher's fault!"

This was an almost arrogant and coquettish complaint that he only expressed to himself, but Eric only felt the other party's dependence. He smiled and couldn't help repeating softly: "It's all the teacher's fault."

Estero took a step forward, tugged at his skirt, and rested his head on his shoulder: "As compensation, you can..."

"What do you want?" Eric stroked his hair, the tenderness in his heart could not be suppressed, "I can get you whatever the teacher can. Whether it is rare spell materials or the head of a dragon."

"Promise me, no matter what I say next, don't hate me, you can pretend you haven't heard this sentence." Eastero clenched his fingers and pleaded in a low voice.

Without giving Eric a chance to agree, the hidden words in Eastero's heart poured out: "I love you so much... I want to kiss you, your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, all your skin , your soul..."

The fiery words seemed to scald him, and Eric only felt a shudder all over, not only in shock, but also that the secret thought was hit and there was nowhere to escape.

He stretched out his hand, trying to push away the young man in front of him, but it just fell powerlessly in the air and fell on the back of his hand. Only then did he realize that Eastero was trembling all over.

"Do you really... think so?" Eric's voice trembled with indescribable joy and bitterness at the same time.

"I'm hopeless," Eastero said with timidity and self-blame in his voice, "Obviously I promised you not to make mistakes again." He raised his head, his face was flooded with tears, "Is this wrong, teacher? ?”