RGS Vol 8 Part 12

His face always turned red with embarrassment, flushing all the way to his ears. Even after trembling with pleasure, he would cover his face with his arms, and if someone was nearby, he would cover his mouth with both hands to stifle his moans. Karas tried out each of the ultimate caresses Ashler had taught him, but even as he lost his rationality and gave himself over to excitement, the other person would quickly become embarrassed.

Well, it didn’t matter. Even in those moments, he found himself aroused. If there was any complaint, it was that he wished Abel’s stamina could be better. If it were the old Abel, he could have endured for days on end, which was a bit regrettable.

Right now, Abel seemed to reach his limit after ejaculating three times in a row. After that, he would fall into a deep sleep, oblivious to any further stimulation. However, an unexpected truth was discovered. Abel could go for four times.

“Haa, haa, ugh, ah!”

A high-pitched moan, normally unheard, came out in a cracked voice. Reacting to that sound, Karas thrust his hips harder.

Smack!

Karas’ testicles hit Abel’s widely spread buttocks, making a loud slapping sound.

“Ahhh! Ugh, it hurts.”

Perhaps because he was drunk, Abel acted like a child, whining at the slightest pain. However, Karas only pushed in harder in response to those words.

Thud!

“Lies. You’re squeezing me so tight while trembling like this?”

Smack, smack.

“Ah! Ah! Haa, yes, it, it feels, good.”

“How much?”

“Ugh, I don’t know. Haa, every time something hot enters my belly, it feels like something is filling up inside, ugh!”

Seeing him try so hard to answer honestly when asked was another kind of stimulation. Karas grabbed Abel’s upper body, which was lying down with his pen1s inside him, and lifted him up. Abel’s body, slack from the alcohol, clung to Karas’ shoulder. It seemed like he might collapse at any moment, but when the erect pen1s penetrated his back slid out only to thrust back in with force, his spine arched, and his head fell back.

“Ahh!”

Abel screamed, his chest heaving. With his weight bearing more pressure on the pen1s that caused a deeper penetration, he exhaled deeply through his mouth. The heightened stimulation increased his anticipation. He felt that if he would insert it deeper, the tickling and tingling pleasure would intensify. However, the hot mass inside him didn’t move. Instead, an arrogant command came.

“Move your hips.”

Hips?

Abel straightened his upper body, which had slumped momentarily, and swayed his hips as commanded. As he moved, the thing inside him slipped out slightly. Although it wasn’t as intense as when the other person moved, it was still necessary. His hole, already twitching and squeezing around the pen1s, moved instinctively in impatience as the continuous pleasure was interrupted.

“Haa, haa, ugh. Ah!”

A few times of thrusting his hips forward and backward didn’t seem to be enough, so he gathered strength in his legs and lifted his buttocks. He then moved his hips up and down, swallowing and releasing the hot, erect gen1tals. When it went in, it pressed against the pleasure spots, and when it came out, it left a ticklish, urgent itch that made his thighs tingle.

After it slipped out smoothly, he couldn’t help but gasp and take a deep breath. Abel, now on top of the lying Karas, reached back with his arms and grabbed the solid muscles of Karas’ thighs. This made it easier for him to move his body. Abel was on his knees as he swayed his hips. Losing himself in his first experience of taking the lead, he leaned his head back until his neck arched.

“Haa, haa, ah! Ah! Good, it feels good. Hngg, ah!”

His voice, oblivious to his surroundings, was as loud as it could be, and his moans were as loud as screams. His stamina, which showed no sign of waning, didn’t falter even while moving on top. Everything was an unbearably strong stimulus. Karas, catching every movement Abel made, exhaled roughly through clenched teeth.

He didn’t want to miss this rare sight of Abel shaking his hips in heat. He barely managed to restrain himself from thrusting up, knowing he would soon lose control. His hands, against his will, had already held Abel’s waist tightly. At some point, he matched Abel’s movements and thrust his hips up forcefully.

Slap!

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Thanks to the innkeeper, the world was saved, but there were side effects. Originally, the room was meant for three people, but now seven people were crammed inside. It wasn’t that there were no other rooms. The innkeeper had also prepared two rooms for four people each. However, the problem was that those rooms were on either side of Karas’ room. They would rather sleep on the streets than consider staying in those rooms.

‘Ahhh!’

The sensual moans echoing through the walls made all the seven people, who were gathered together, simultaneously flinch in discomfort. Even though they had taken refuge in the furthest room, Abel’s loud moans, having lost his self-control, were still clearly audible. He would usually try his best not to make any sound, so they hadn’t expected this level of noise. Especially when such words were heard.

‘‘Haa! Y-yes, it feels good! Ah! Harder, yes, more, more!’

Thud!

Starting with someone who stood up, unable to bear it any longer, soon everyone left the room, walking awkwardly with their arms crossed to hide their lower bodies. The only ones left were Kin and Melmond, who were crying while reading prayer books. The two married men endured the hellish night with the power of prayer until dawn, but they couldn’t prevent themselves from aging ten years overnight.

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

‘Come to the inn where we’re staying in the morning. The person currently with His Majesty is the only one who can change His Majesty’s mind. If it’s that person, they’ll find a way. However, His Majesty rarely leaves their side, so you’ll only have a brief moment to talk to that person. After breakfast, we’ll take His Majesty elsewhere, so you should meet and talk to that person then. Remember, you must act like you came by chance and do not let His Majesty notice you first.’

The lord, engraving Ashler’s words deeply in his mind, tossed and turned all night unable to sleep. Worried he might be late, he stationed himself in front of the inn early in the morning. When the appointed time arrived, he cautiously opened the door and entered. As long as he didn’t catch the emperor’s eye, everything would be fine.

Please, I hoped Sir Ashler or the other commanders would notice me first.

As he glanced around the entrance to the dining hall, he made eye contact with someone. He was the only person in the dining hall who looked normal.

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

When morning came, people gathered in the inn’s dining hall. However, except for one person, everyone looked miserable. Abel slumped his head over the table, suffering from a hangover, headache, and an inexplicable body ache. He tried to remember why his body hurt so much, especially the pain in his lower body, but nothing came to mind.

He wanted to ask Karas just in case, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

What would he even ask?

Did we do it all night?

Abel swallowed the question, unable to voice it, as Karas’ intense, sticky gaze bore into him since early morning, making him feel like holes were being burned into his skin.

As Abel groaned and fretted, the others sat with hollow expressions, looking even in a more haggard state. The rest of them appeared as if they had fought a great battle. In the battlefield, they often endured with just one or two hours of sleep, and often rode on horseback for days.

Whether chasing the enemy, cornering them in one location, or retreating desperately. For six years, they had lived in situations where they had to be ready to pack up and run at any moment. Yet, even then, they had never felt as tired as they did now.

Thus, everyone forgot that someone was supposed to come to the inn this morning. They realized someone needed to meet Abel without Karas noticing only after someone else had already noticed.

Creak.

The sound of a chair being pushed was followed by a familiar noise that woke everyone up from their fatigue.

Screech.

Seeing Karas draw his sword, Ashler turned his head quickly only to remember the lord and spotted him frozen in place.

D*mn it, I forgot about him.

Karas took another step towards the lord as if to remove the source of his annoyance and gave an order to the commanders.

“Decide. One of you will die…”

Before Karas could finish speaking, the commanders and Nani squeezed their eyes shut. They had experienced it many times on the battlefield. If they didn’t follow Karas’ orders, even the smallest mistake would result in their heads being cut off. It might be even better if only one person died to quell Karas’ anger. Lowering their heads in despair, Karas’ couldn’t finish his words. Someone suffering from a hangover obliviously interrupted him.

“Ouch—my head. Oh my, I swear I’ll never drink again.”

Halt.

The person who was about to kill the lord stopped in shock at those words.

Why give up such good alcohol?

Fortunately, someone quickly caught on. Melmond swiftly placed a hand on Abel’s shoulder and shouted.

“Haha. You shouldn’t say things like that just because alcohol makes you suffer. Have you forgotten, Abel? You’re weak so you need to drink snake wine. Ha, ha, ha. Hey, butler. Where did you say the best snake wine comes from?”

The quick-witted butler responded immediately.

“From the north! Especially if you catch snakes from the Ice Mountain and make wine, it’s said to be excellent for stamina!”

And so, the lord’s life was spared, all while enduring Karas’ intense gaze.

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Repeating what he had already said wasn’t difficult for the lord. In fact, he could repeat it hundreds of times if there was someone willing to listen. So, finding a solution was just a matter of time. However, as he repeated what he had exactly told Karas, he couldn’t help but glance around occasionally.

“The Ice Mountain, which has been steadily melting for 12 years, now has one peak completely melted, and another peak melting halfway. Of course, it gets covered in snow again in the winter, but without the ice, it has become accessible.”

The lord kept looking around as he spoke. Thankfully, there was someone who listened to him more attentively than anyone else, though he smelled slightly of alcohol.

“So, the people of the plains have been trapped in the Ice Mountain for hundreds of years?”

“Yes, except for those few people who dared to cross the treacherous mountain, most of them stayed there.”

“Now that the path is open, why don’t the people of the plains leave the Ice Mountain?”

Abel’s unexpected question left the lord momentarily flustered.

“Abandoning one’s homeland is never easy. They can’t just leave their land and become tenant farmers in an unknown place. Besides, there’s no guarantee they’d be accepted as tenant farmers elsewhere. Naturally, staying on their safe land is the best option for them. That’s why we can’t just abandon our land even if people are devoured by the fog.”

As he spoke firmly, Abel murmured, ‘I see,’ but didn’t stop asking questions.

“Then can’t the wizard come over the mountain and cast a spell on your land as well even for a moment?”

“The people of the plains would never allow that. Their land is safe because of the magician.”

What is he talking about?

The lord looked at him slightly exasperated, but Abel continued his line of thought.

“So you’re saying the wizard never leaves that place?”

“Yes, I’ve heard the wizard never leaves the plains inside the Ice Mountain.”

Abel then stared blankly into space again.

“What’s bothering you?”

Melmond asked from beside him, but Abel, seemingly organizing his thoughts, only replied with a casual ‘Just thinking.’

Meanwhile, the lord added more details to his words.

“The people from the plains who came down for supplies said the wizard has been using his power to protect the land for so long that he’s practically become one with the plains. That’s why he can’t leave the land and can’t help elsewhere.”

The term “for so long” seemed to catch someone’s attention. One of the commanders asked how long, but the lord strangely hesitated and didn’t answer immediately. Another person urged him.

“If the wizard has been protecting the place for a long time, it must have been passed down through generations. Couldn’t he have taken more apprentices to train others with similar powers? It doesn’t have to be just one person.”

“Well, it had to be just one person.”

Was it that only one person could be born to inherit the magic like the royal family?

While everyone was puzzled, the lord provided a surprising answer that shattered all expectations.

“They say there has only ever been one wizard since ancient times. That one person has guarded the plains for hundreds of years without aging.”