Public Enemy of the Continent Reborn

──Until that day, Serrell always thought that he knew exactly what he wanted in his heart.

In other words, he always thought that he knew the reason for approaching Adrian very well, and he also clearly positioned the relationship with that child.

──On that night ten years ago, because of the time when they met each other, because of that too coincidental name, and because of those beautiful, pure and clear golden eyes, that child left a very deep impression in his heart .

Later, because of some unspeakable emotions in his heart, he did not regard that encounter as an insignificant episode in his life, but regarded it as an apocalypse of fate, and chose to approach it in another way. The other party... After ten years, the closeness that was once only a whim has now become a deep-rooted habit; and the heart that has been empty for many years has long been firmly occupied by the figure of that child, and can no longer be parted.

The reason for the initial approach was a kind of atonement-like mentality.Because of that extremely coincidental encounter, and because of the same name, even though he knew that the person he really owed had disappeared in that room, he still deceived himself and wanted to treat that child better... Then, in the sequence As time went by and the years passed, he put his sincerity into it bit by bit, until that child, who was not too much to say that he raised it with his own hands, completely became his treasure, and became the only thing he cared about in this world besides avenging his master. things.

When he gradually realized how deeply he cared about and cherished the child, Serrell once had a moment of enlightenment, suddenly realized the lesson from fate, and once again realized his own stupidity in the past.But he has never explored... In the depths of his heart, he has blocked all good intentions like self-punishment, locked himself in the darkness called revenge for 400 years...why would he want to get close to that child? .

until that night.

Until... on the night of his No. 11 meeting with that child in his real body, after a chat that made him feel extremely warm, comfortable and comfortable physically and mentally, he let the child call out his name.

Serrell.

The simple three syllables evoked by the young man's warm and clear voice made him feel like he was struck by lightning when he listened to it.

──Too similar.

If it wasn't for the obvious difference in timbre, just listening to the tone, tone, and way of pronunciation, it would be almost the same as the way Master called him in memory──

Although the person who represented his best and most painful memory at the same time is long gone.

Of course, Serrell would not regard this similarity as a coincidence—out of the self-confidence in raising the child with his own hands, and the previous experience of failing to find the soul of the master hundreds of years ago, the Lord Pei Du also did not regard this similarity as a coincidence. Thinking of the other party for similar reasons, but examining himself in shock, panic and disbelief.

──Since everything cannot be a coincidence, Adrian has no reason to know how the master called him before... Then, could it be that he subconsciously imitated the tone of the master when teasing the child to call him?That's why the child followed suit ignorantly?

──If this is the case... Does it mean that deep down, somewhere in his heart that he didn't even notice, he actually regards Adrian as a substitute for his master?

That's why I always long for the young man to just stare at me, to get close to the young man without any distance, and even subconsciously want the other party...to call him in the tone of a master.

──The moment Serrell realized this possibility, he was completely stunned.

Although the habits he has developed over the years allow him to quietly hide the torrential waves in his heart, it is difficult for him to calmly face the child whom he cares for and loves in the palm of his hand.So he finally drove away the other party under the pretext of mourning, and then went back to the mage tower in the void, and once again shut himself in the room that still retained the breath of the former master.

Even "Eli Winster", who was still in Duke Farien's mansion, let him retreat for a few days on the grounds of practice.

──If it was him when he first met that child ten years ago, even if he found himself subconsciously looking for the shadow of Master in that child, he would never be as shocked as he is now, right?Even if he really felt something, he would just blame himself and loathe himself... After all, in his eyes at that time, "Adrian Farion" was just a child who aroused his interest a little bit. nothing else.

But now, after ten years together, everything is different.

No matter what kind of idea he had in the beginning to approach the other party, there was no doubt that Serrell cared about Adrian.He kept his avatar in De La Chaer for a long time for this child, but his real body was still managing Pei Du while secretly searching for all items that would help the child recover his health or improve his strength, and then sent them to the other party without a trace In his hand—the "souvenir" brought back by Serena this time is an example—he will be worried for a long time because of the child's frown or a small wound, and also because of the shallow bloom on the delicate little face. The smile is very satisfying.He wants to bring all the beautiful things in the world to the other party, but he doesn't even want the child to bear the wind and rain... But if he cherishes his pets so much, it is because he subconsciously regards Adrian as a substitute for his master, and then How embarrassing is it to teach that child?

──No matter how good he is to that child, Adrian Faruinn is still just Adrian Faruinn, the direct son of the Vatican nobleman and Duke Faruinn; not the one who once stood at the pinnacle of the entire continent , Adrian Clancy, the demigod of space that everyone should look up to... And his initial compensatory mentality towards Adrian was nothing more than some kind of self-deceiving "redemption".

So, what about the facts?

The fact is... As early as that night more than 400 years ago, seeing the blood on his hands and the pained expression on Master's face, he already knew that the crime he committed was destined to never be punished from that moment. day of repayment.

For him like this, if Adrian is used as a substitute for the master, it will be an offense to both the master and Adrian... and hurt.

So even though it was unbelievable, he still chose to temporarily cut off the interference from the outside world, and calm down alone to clarify his thoughts-of course, no matter whether he really had the idea of ​​looking for the shadow of the master in Adrian in the past, or not. They must be completely wiped out without leaving any traces.

Master is the person he respects the most and is most ashamed of. He is the heaven he used to be and his belief now; and Adrian is just Adrian...not a substitute for anyone, but a man brought up by him himself. His child is also the object of his earnest care and vow to do his best to shelter him from the wind and rain.

As if persuading, he kept repeating this cognition countless times in his heart, until he was sure that he had done a good job of psychological construction, Serrell ended the "retreat", and after some grooming, he stepped out of the closed room that had been closed for three days. door.

It was already night at this time, and the entire Duke's mansion was shrouded in silence. As Serrell walked along the familiar corridor, his thoughts drifted away for some reason.

──Before meeting Adrian, in the past 400 years, except when necessary, he actually rarely visited De La Chaer.Even if it did come, it would probably be like every year on the anniversary of the death of the master, where one dimension teleports directly over and another dimension teleports back, and there is no extra thought to pay attention—or should I say deliberately avoid—other things.

Because to him, this city is like proof of his crimes.

He didn't know why the Vatican royal family left the Clancy Duke's Mansion and the rows of spar street lamps in the Shapaville area, but every time he looked at it, he felt guilty. Drown and devour.

For the people of De La Shire 400 years later, these may be just a proud landmark; but for him, these all represent the love of the master for him... A relationship is no longer just a simple family affection , but still selfless and devoted all his love.

But at the same time, it was a love that he put on the ground and trampled on.

──Until now, he can still clearly remember the bitterness and pain hidden under the sentimental eyes when Master said he would give him a wedding gift.

But at that time, he just looked at it with a kind of mockery in secret, and then accepted the gift from Master as a matter of course.

After that incident, Serrell hated himself every time he recalled how his master was stained with blood but still only cared about comforting him and protecting him, and comparing it with his attitudes and thoughts.It's just that ten years have passed, and after returning to De La Chaer because of Adrian, although he still blames himself, the evasion and weakness that he once had in his heart have gradually turned into longing and comprehension.

Sometimes, he would feel that he had never really understood Master.

It was the master who gave him a home, gave him the family affection he could not ask for, and made him understand the happiness of being held in the top of his heart, cared for and cared for.Master, Master, he chose to call him that because deep down in his heart, he actually regarded Master as a father.In his eyes, the master is the master, a person who can shield him from the wind and rain, support the sky for him, is tall, trustworthy and perfect; so when he discovered the hidden emotions and desires in the master's eyes Only then did I feel betrayed so deeply.

Because he forgot...Even if he is already at the peak of the entire continent, or even stepped into the threshold of becoming a god, Master is still a "human being" after all.

As a human being, there will be imperfections, and there will be feelings, desires, and demands.

The former he couldn't see this; the present he understands, but it's too late to redeem.

──So, what does Adrian look like in his heart?

That child...would he be the same as he used to look at his master, full of admiration and expectations, but eventually become disappointed bit by bit as time goes by?

Could it be... that there will come a day when those golden eyes will no longer pay attention to him, and even the slightest gaze will no longer be willing to give alms?

Thinking of this, recalling the boy's actions of avoiding his touch several times when he went to pick up the child a few days ago, Serrell's chest was blocked. Although he knew that he was just thinking too much, he was going to the kitchen to look for food, but he didn't realize it. He turned around... The still bright lights in the corridor pulled the silver-haired swordsman out of a long shadow, and finally followed the master to the suite at the end of the third floor of the main building.

Then, concealing all sounds, he walked to the bedside step by step in the dim light of the spar lamp.

Due to physical factors, Adrian's work and rest has always been very regular, and today is no exception.Even though he still kept a night light in the room as he was used to when he was a child, the person had already been buried between the soft pillow and the quilt, leaving only a golden head and a small white neck exposed to the air among.The spacious big bed contrasted the slender figure of the young boy under the quilt, which seemed so fragile and lonely.

──But because of this, it is even more lovable.

Serrell couldn't let go of this child who had been thinking over and over in his mind for three days, so he knew that the other party had already fallen asleep, but he still couldn't help but want to take a look at it... But looking at the boy on the big bed, he looked very strange The lonely figure, the two long eyelashes hanging down like a fan, the soft blond hair scattered on the forehead and cheeks, and the slightly raised brow peaks on the small face, the footsteps that should have just stopped temporarily could never move away, He even couldn't help but leaned over and stretched out his palm, gently brushing away the young man's front hair with pity and reluctance, and touched the frown that was still frowning even in sleep with his fingers.

"Um……"

As if he felt the disturbance from the outside world, an unconscious moan flowed from the young man's lips. The tone was light and soft, but it made Serrell, who was listening, feel as if his chest had been gently scratched by something. He had never been calm before. As a result, his state of mind churned even more violently, and the fingers that were still on the boy's eyebrows seemed to be firmly attracted, not only did not retract, but even intensified and stroked all the way down, using the fingers to outline the boy's face bit by bit. Delicate and beautiful silhouette...

Until, from finger to palm, it almost greedily covered the young man's pink and soft cheek; and his thumb landed on the young man's slightly parted pink lips by coincidence.

Feeling the slight wetness from the gap between his lips, Serrell's eyes darkened slightly, but his fingertips had already subconsciously pressed his fingertips forward a little; it only took a little more effort to knock the teeth open, and he could explore Into the boy's warm and moist mouth, wantonly turning and raging──

"Woo..."

And what woke him up from this ambiguous movement that was almost flirtatious was the low moan that flowed from the young man's lips again, and the long eyelashes that trembled and almost lifted after that—— Realizing that he had woken up the other party, Serrell was a little nervous Lost sanity came back in an instant, but before he could withdraw his hand, the boy's sleepy golden eyes opened slowly one step ahead; followed by a soft call with doubts on his lips:

"Eli...?"

"Well, it's me."

While responding, he moved his thumb indistinctly, and the silver-haired swordsman, who was startled by the touch of his fingertips across the edge of the boy's teeth, squinted his eyes, but did not explore what the momentary trance meant. , but changed his posture and sat on the bed sideways, gently hugging the young man's thin shoulders into his arms.

"Sorry... for waking you up."

He softened his voice and said warmly.The tone was apologetic, but there was not much sign of introspection in the actions... But how can someone who has always spoiled his apprentice in bed care about these things?Even though he woke up the other party in a daze, the boy blurted out the following sentence:

"What's wrong……?"

The obviously sleepy voices are connected in series, but they are completely out of instinctive concern... Knowing this, Serrell felt that his chest was almost filled with that kind of warm and beautiful emotion for a moment, which made him unable to bear it. She lowered her head, and kissed the young man's forehead very tenderly.

"nothing."

He said softly, with a faint smile, "I haven't seen you for three days, I just miss you a little... How about you, Adrian?"

"Looks like you're fine..."

In response, the blond boy seemed to answer the question, but actually explained a lot.

Hearing what the other party meant, Serrell curled his lips.The tenderness in his heart and some kind of vague longing made him know that he should not continue to disturb the other party, but he still couldn't help yearning for the tenderness of this moment... But he is an elder after all, and the child in his arms can't bear it. With a tired physique, he kissed the boy's brow and eyes with nostalgia, but he forced himself to retract his arms and straighten up, sighing:

"Alright, go back to sleep...... I'll-"

"and many more……"

Before he could finish his farewell words, he was cut off by the boy's clearly much more sober voice, "Did you just finish training?"

"Um."

"Did you have something to eat?"

"No... I was going, but I still want to see you first."

"Then I'll ask someone to bring it over."

Adrian decided quietly.The golden eyes that had regained their clarity looked straight at the man who raised his eyebrows slightly because of this sentence, and slightly puffed up his cheeks under the disapproving gaze:

"I'm already awake anyway..."

"Do you mean you want me to stay with you?"

"...You say so."

He had no intention of arguing with the other party about this, the boy sat up after saying a few words indifferently──Serrell immediately took the shawl at the side and wrapped the slender body exposed to the air tightly──with the bedside chair The bell called and someone handed over the request to prepare a midnight snack.

Seeing that Adrian, who was so favored by him, should just sit and wait to reach out, arranged everything in an orderly manner. Although it was only a very simple movement, the calm and dignified tone of his words and voice still made the silver-haired sword beside him Sheng Yi couldn't move his eyes from looking at it for a while... He just felt that the half-grown child in front of him was like a perfect and shiny pearl. He usually looked at Wen Runhe's eyes, but there were times when he was dazzling, making people reluctant to let go hand, even wishing to hide and wrap it tightly, leaving this brilliance only for myself to appreciate.

──More importantly, what made the boy show such brilliance was the concern for his body.

As long as Serrell thinks of this, he feels that meeting each other is really a gift from heaven...even though he doesn't deserve it.

"I really didn't hurt you in vain."

Following the emotion in his heart, he raised his palm and gently rubbed the top of the young man's soft hair. The Lord Pei Du, who was wearing the sword saint's shell, sighed softly, "How are you doing in the academy these three days? Did Langdon look for him again?" Are you in trouble?"

"No... my brother has changed classes, and he is the one who takes me to and from school these days."

Adrian shook his head slightly and replied softly.The delicate face was slightly lowered, and the flickering astringency in the bottom of the eyes was covered up by the front hair hanging from the forehead.

Because of the torment he suffered in these short three days.

──That night, he returned to the room full of panic, his mind was full of whether Serrell would find out his feelings, and the words and sentences that made him heartbroken more than 400 years ago... …He knew that with his current age and position, unless Serrell found out his true identity, he probably wouldn't use those words to evaluate his emotions.It's just that the pain he had had was so deep that no matter how much he "knew", he still couldn't help tossing and turning, thinking hard.

Especially, after a whole night of insomnia, he left the room full of anxiety, but learned from the servants that Serel had suddenly "retired" and avoided seeing him.

According to Adrian's perception, even if Serrell is practicing with his real body, he can still feel the clues from the other party's soul fluctuation... But the situation in the past three days is obviously not like this.Reminiscent of the meeting before the other party's "retreat", the possible implications of such a move almost made Adrian feel desperate, and he even laughed at himself in the mirror for his pale and tired face day by day and disgust.

But he was no longer Adrian Clancy after all.

As the "canary" that his elder brother holds in his palm and protects him every day, even if he sneezes, his elder brother will be very worried, let alone such an obvious lack of energy?The heartbroken Leon actually wanted him to ask for leave to rest at home, but because of his brother's insistence, he had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, instead of the silver-haired swordsman, he took his brother to and from school.

For Adrian, the pain in front of him could not be as painful as back then. At best, it would wake him up from the ten years of dreams and lies he had been telling for ten years. There's no reason to just let it all down—in fact, even if it's because of his older brother who still misses him at work, he'll force himself to cheer up as soon as possible.So on the third day, even though the pain in my heart of the old scars being severely uncovered has not subsided, it is difficult to see anything from the boy's appearance alone.

This is also the reason why Serrell came here by night, but didn't notice anything strange.

──Although his "night attack" has once again stirred up a huge wave in the heart of a thousand-year-old pseudo-boy.

Unaware of Adrian's churning thoughts under the calm appearance, the silver-haired swordsman who only regarded Leon's pick-up as the other party's usual doting performance said a little reassuringly, "That's good", but the palm resting on the young man's heart did not take it back. , on the contrary, she couldn't help stroking back and forth along the silky and soft blond hair that was as soft as silk... A pair of silver eyes stared at the hair that hadn't completely taken off, as if to make up for the three-day gap. The delicate face without childishness, there was a faint impulse in his chest that wanted to drive him to do something, but in the small shadow of the boy's eyelashes, it turned into a touch of re-drawing the other's eyebrows.

Bit by bit... His fingertips swept over the delicate eyebrows, the slightly raised cheekbones, the eyelashes brushed gently over the fingertips like a small fan, the straight bridge of the nose, and those pink and full lips... Obviously, everything that is already familiar to him, but at this moment, there is always a feeling that he can’t touch it enough, as if there is a voice in his heart that can’t stop urging and longing, telling him "to have more", "to go deeper" , until you can completely take this beautiful little face that makes you want to be your own, taste and ask for it as much as you want──

"Eli...?"

At this moment, a bewildered calling sounded in front of him.Serrell regained his senses in a daze, and then realized that he had lowered his head at some point, and as long as he moved forward a little, he would be pasting the little face in his palm that clearly said "what's the matter"... It's been more than one time It made the man's heart tremble, but there was only a smile on his face, and he touched the young man's forehead in a concealed manner.

"I just saw that you didn't sleep well, so I felt your body temperature...fortunately, you didn't have a fever."

As he said that, he already opened the distance between each other again, and turned to hold the boy's hand that was a little chilled because he left the bed:

"Okay, tell me about it? What have you been doing these days? Did you encounter anything at school?"

"……Um."

Seeing that the man brought up the matter just now, Adrian, who didn't want to be sentimental, took advantage of the opportunity to expose the matter, picked out the part that could be said, and followed the other party's words to narrate the past two or three days. experience.

── But his thoughts, but he couldn't help but drifted to the other party's somewhat unexpected reactions and actions today.

To be honest, the first thing he thought of when he heard his subordinates say "The Sword Master Winster wants to practice in seclusion" was that his emotions had been noticed by the man in front of him during the loss of control that day, so he let the other party temporarily He chooses to avoid it... For this reason, he has been reflecting on the changes in his mentality since his rebirth in the past two or three days, and finally has to admit that he has never been able to truly implement his determination... to get rid of everything he swore to leave.

Just like the companionship of this decade.

Although he was reluctant at the beginning, it is undeniable that even under the tension of worrying about his identity being exposed from time to time, the ten years spent with Serrell's identities switching are still very good memories... During these ten years, Although he still subconsciously pampered Serrell and responded to Serrell's high hopes for "Adrien Farien", the amount of pampering and love he received was never imagined before.He knew that Serrell would do this with a sense of atonement or compensation, but how could he not feel the sincerity between words and actions?He even gradually learned to be angry and coquettish with each other because of this, and then, in the tenderness and doting of Serrell, which he had never experienced before... step by step, he fell back into the abyss he had been in for many years .

To this day, the only bottom line he sticks to is that he still conceals his identity—but even this little bit of reservation almost leaked out during the meeting three days ago.

And the reason, in the final analysis, is nothing more than the fact that he cared too much about Serrell, and couldn't bear any precautions... Just like just now, according to his perception, no one else was close to him but he didn't notice it However, facing Serrell, who he is willing to pay for his emotions, life, and reputation, he is like a real 14-year-old boy who is defenseless and grew up in a greenhouse, even until the other party touches him like that Only then did he wake up vaguely when his sleep was disturbed.

──Actually, during the three days of waiting for the other party to leave the customs, Adrian was already mentally prepared that the other party would alienate him, but what he didn't want to ushered in was not the result of his three-day longing, but the fact that the man in front of him was almost Some abnormal intimacy... and overly ambiguous touch.

Just like just now... Seeing that handsome face that he had become familiar with in the past ten years approaching him inch by inch, Adrian even had the feeling that the other party was going to kiss him for a moment.It's just that compared to the sad hopes in his heart, the fear of destroying the stable relationship between them still made him choose to wake up the other party, and opened up a distance that was too dangerous for the emotions he tried to hide.

When Serrell touched his head lightly and then backed away, it was not that there was no regret in Adrian's heart, but it was more of a self-mockery of "stop being sentimental".Fortunately, the pendant on his chest was still tirelessly releasing fluctuations enough to make his mind calm and clear. This allowed the pseudo-boy who was disturbed even when he was holding his hands by a man to pretend to be calm and continue to gossip with him.

Three days is not a long time, but it is not too difficult to find some topics from life to talk about... Especially this year is Adrian's last year at the Royal Academy of De La Chal. The development of the industry has also become a problem that has to be paid attention to.

"With the medicine Serena brought back this time, your brain should be able to expand enough to accommodate seven or eight levels of mental power... Although it's a bit late, but with your current ability to master spells below level three , it will not be difficult to smoothly upgrade to level seven in the future."

After chatting about the daily life during the midnight snack and asking the servant to remove the dinner plate, Serrell held the little hand that had been loosened due to the meal, and his long fingers unconsciously passed through the gap between the young man's fingers, as if he was playing with those delicate, soft hands However, the slender and graceful hands reveal a bit of tenderness that even I have not noticed...

"That is to say, as long as you work hard this year, you shouldn't have any problem passing the exam at De La Chaer Higher School of Magic and Martial Arts. In this way, even if Duke Farien wants to move your inheritance, it will be difficult to find one." A more appropriate reason."

"...But my brother is already an eighth-level warrior."

Although Adrian was not obsessed with the title of title, when Serrell mentioned it, he followed the topic, "Once my brother enters the holy rank, it doesn't make much sense to be a concubine or a concubine."

"But Leon won't fight with you, will he? If you can win Leon over as the head of the house, I don't think the elders of the Ryan clan will care too much."

"Um……"

"Of course, I will help you, Adrian... There is another Juggernaut as a bargaining chip, and they have no reason to disagree."

"...Eli, why do you help me like this? If you do this, you will be trapped in the Farian family and Vatican's political situation."

The reason for this remark is naturally due to the unfettered life of the "Silver Falcon" before coming to De La Chaer──Although Adrian didn't know the purpose of the apprentice making such a clone in the first place, but The current situation is definitely not within expectations.Many of Serrell's recent actions made him feel very confused and unpredictable, so he couldn't help but ask the question out of the topic.

And in exchange for this question, was an extremely gentle and pampering smile on the face of the silver-haired sword master.

He continued the movement of wrapping the young man's fingers with one palm, but the free hand had already complied with the long-standing desire in his heart, and he wrapped his arms tightly around the young man's upper body into his arms.

"my boy……"

He put his lips close to the young man's ear and whispered, "You are the child I raised with my single-handed care. Even if you are not related by blood, you are the closest person to me... Just based on this alone, I would dedicate the whole continent to you. You're not too exaggerated, are you?"

"...Like every parent?"

"It should be said, just like every parent who loves their children deeply."

Because of a dereliction of duty father deliberately added this sentence as a supplement, Serrell murmured in a low voice, but rather than responding to the question of the boy in his arms, it was more like persuading and explaining something... "So what is there?" Don’t hide your thoughts from me, Adrian? Whatever you want, I will do my best to deliver it to you.”

For the "Silver Falcon", the words that can be called big words are not too much for the Lord Pei Du; but now Adrian has no energy left to think and distinguish these things.

Because of the warm chest pressed against the back, the powerful arms locked around the waist, the intoxicating breath lingering around the body, the murmurs of the ears and temples rubbing together with the hot breath constantly falling on the neck and cheeks... and too much... There are so many temptations that stir his nerves all the time.

──As a matter of fact, from the moment the man whispered "my boy" in his ear, the boy's head has been plunged into chaos.

Even though his heart is already a thousand-year-old old man, his body is still a genuine 14-year-old boy after all, at the time when he was full of blood, and behind him was the person he had admired for many years, and now he is so indifferent to the other party. He hugged him tightly in his arms and talked softly, the breath around him alone was enough to make him dizzy, not to mention that the people behind him kept spraying hot and humid breath in his ears as if the fire was not hot enough... familiar but familiar The strange flames continued to ignite with every whisper and every touch of the man, and finally when the man's lips brushed against his ear, it seemed to be triggered by something, and it suddenly converged downwards, turning into some kind of Adriatic. Ann has violated the reaction for countless years──

He was moved.

Realizing this, the young man who had been dazed by such an ambiguous atmosphere was suddenly startled, and almost instinctively clamped his legs half covered under the quilt, trying to break free from such a dangerous situation. Come on—it’s okay that he didn’t move, but this movement caught Serrell’s attention, causing the man to tighten his arms almost subconsciously to lock him in first, and then hugged the boy with concern face, asked aloud:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or—"

The unfinished inquiry came to an abrupt end when he saw the expression on that delicate face.

──With a bit of bewilderment and panic, the boy's normally fair cheeks were now dyed a rosy color, misty mist filled the golden eyes, and a little slenderness escaped from the half-open pink lips. Slight panting... The obvious lustful reaction made Serrell stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized. After looking down at the place where the boy's lower abdomen unnaturally propped up the small tent, he naturally misunderstood the boy's moment. A reason for such a panic.

"It's fine……"

The strength of restraining the body in his arms was strengthened and the opponent's struggle was disintegrated. The Lord Pei Du, who was both emotional and relieved, said softly, "You just grew up, Adrian... I thought you were weak, The development may be later, but now it seems that I want to go wrong."

As he said that, without waiting for the boy to respond, he let go of the palm that was clasping Adrian's chin, but he didn't take it back. Instead, he fell directly on the boy's waist, untied the belt of the boy's pajamas, and bulged it there. Probing into it──The obvious intention made Adrian's struggle a bit more intense immediately, and his panting lips were forced to utter words begging for mercy because of the impending possibility:

"Let me go...please, Eli...let me calm down and just—"

"Just putting out the fire calmly is not enough... I think you should have learned that this is a normal physiological reaction, which should be released properly and not suppressed blindly. Don't be shy, and don't feel that there is nothing wrong with it. Every male grows up You will have this kind of experience at a certain age... It's the first time today, so you should feel it and learn how I do it, and then you can do it yourself in the future."

While comforting with a gentle voice, driven by a certain impulse hidden under the sense of mission, Serrell has reached out and grasped the boy's half-boobed penis, tracing and rubbing it all the way from the shaft to the double balls, tenderly And in a regular and slow manner──

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"what……!"

Accompanied by an almost shattered moan between his lips, the young man who has been very immature in every way since his rebirth felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and the next moment, several streams of hot turbid liquid gushed out from his genitals , a little bit of obscene white turbidity was sprinkled on the palms held by the two overlapping and the light golden sparse grass on his lower abdomen.

Serrell didn't expect the man in his arms to shoot so fast, but thinking about the boy's shy and bewildered reaction, he soon realized that this was Adrian's primordial spirit, and after being slightly stunned, he felt an indescribable joy and full