Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

After a while, I can feel the heat of Alfred’s release spread inside of me. My cock, which I haven’t touched, continues to leak, the white fluids getting all over my thigh.

Gasping to calm my disordered breath, I desperately endure the intoxicating feeling of Alfred coating my walls with his seed. If I don’t do that, embarrassing noises will definitely spill out of my mouth.

Once I manage to get a hold of myself one way or another, I look up at him, my eyes meeting with Alfred’s deep blue orbs.

Very beautiful. Just like the color of a clear night sky.

I reach out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Then I gently comb his bangs to the side of his face, which seem to be covering his eyes and blocking his sight.

Alfred squints his eyes, appearing happy with the gesture.

“…Al.”

“What?”

“Are you feeling good?”

My question causes Alfred to widen his eyes. He then turns to me with an inquisitive gaze.

For some reason, I just suddenly want to know the answer to that right now. If I miss this moment… I probably won’t be able to ask him this later on.

As I wait for his reply, he releases an inexplicable sigh and mutters, “…Yeah.”

Hearing his response, I grow relieved.

So this also feels good for him.

“What a relief… I’m happy,” I respond. These are my true thoughts.

Alfred widens his eyes again in surprise. And this time, his cheeks also grow red until they’re just as rosy as Marie’s are.

But immediately after that, he frowns and shift his gaze to and away from me several times,looking like words are stuck in his throat.

I don’t really understand why, but it seems like he’s quite upset. How rare.

After a while, Alfred looks back at me again and repeatedly strokes my head gently.

“…Lian, what happened? Did something happen?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Alfred stares at me with a searching gaze, trying to read what’s on my mind. His stare lasts for a while before he heaves a small sigh. “I see,” he mutters. The usual line he says whenever he can’t find any other words to say.

I’m sure he knows that it’s a lie, but he doesn’t ask me anything else.

“Thank you, Al.”

Alfred nods in reply.

An urge to touch him surges within me. Unable to resist it, I reach out and touch the hand that he placed next to my face. It’s very warm.

Alfred grasps my hand and interlocks his fingers with mine, holding my hand tightly.

My throat quivers. I almost cry but somehow manage to endure it.

I can’t tell him what will happen in the future, but even so…

“Al.”

“What?”

“…There’s something I have to tell you. Please listen to me.”

Alfred’s eyes widen another time.

In response, I look straight into his eyes. “You have to follow your heart… and choose according to what it’s trying to tell you.”

“Lian?”

“If you feel even a bit of hesitation in choosing a particular choice, then you definitely shouldn’t.”

When choosing his partner, he just has to do it according to his heart’s desires. Nothing else matters. Not even past sentiments.

“Whatever you choose will also be my wish for you.”

Even if he chooses that girl.

“If your heart thinks that that’s the right choice, then choose it and be happy with it… I’ll be happy alongside you too.”

Alfred narrows his eyes as he furrows his brows in a frown.

I manage to flash him a smile. I lift my other arm, wrap it around the back of his neck, and pull him toward me.

Then I put our cheeks together. First our right cheeks and then our left ones.

“…Lian,” says Alfred, sounding like he’s questioning the reason behind my actions.

He’s naturally bothered by my actions, but I pretend not to notice.

“I don’t mind whichever you choose. You can do whatever you want, whatever you wish. You’re always free to choose, okay? No one can bind one’s heart to themselves if the other party’s not willing. And… that’s all. I’ll be happy if you can remember all that.”

Alfred looks down at me, eyes full of wonder.

“I’m always praying for your happiness, Alfred,” I say before pressing my lips against his, inwardly praying for him.

When I open my eyes, deep wrinkles have formed between Alfred’s eyebrows.

Hey, don’t look so unhappy after someone especially performed a “blessing” for you.

“I am also praying for your happiness,” murmurs Alfred, his tone low and angry for some reason.

I don’t get why he’s angry, but…

He’s also praying for my happiness?

“I’m glad.”

But somehow, my honest response only deepens Alfred’s frown. What did I say?

“Al?”

Soon after, he forcefully presses his lips against mine like he’s trying to bite my lips.

“Mmm… Hmm?!”

Right in front of me, his slightly moody indigo eyes are squinted, looking at me. He asks, “Can we do it a lot today?”

A lot?

“Can I?” he asks again.

“Eh? A lot?”

“A lot.”

A lot… Just how much does he mean by that? I have no clue, but…

“…Okay.” I say with a smile.

I also want the same thing. I want him to fill me up until I can’t think about anything else.

That way, I can definitely remember these moments forever. These very, very happy memories and feelings.

But despite my consent, Alfred only frowns even more.

Why is this brat in a bad mood? And even after I just let him hold me as much as he likes until he’s satisfied.

Ah, but…

“But tomorrow… Take responsibility and carry me around.”

I probably won’t be able to move after he’s finally done with me. I’m pretty sure of it.

Unlike Alfred’s superhuman stamina, my stamina is only on the level of an ordinary person’s.

“Okay, I’ll carry you tomorrow. So can I?” Alfred murmurs.

He seems to be in a sullen mood, and yet he’s still in the mood to do it for so many rounds. To be honest, I don’t really know how he does it.

“Sure.”

Immediately afterward, Alfred presses his lips against mine. I meekly close my eyes and respond to the kiss.

His lips feel so warm and gentle. Then, his hot tongue slips into my mouth and entangles with mine. With the same docility, I surrender my tongue to his ministrations.

Once Alfred has had his share of licking and teasing, our lips separate.

“Lian,” he calls out.

“What?”

“I love you.”

Please don’t suddenly say such a thing. You’ll make me cry.

The back of my throat quivers, and my eyes and nose grow hot. It hurts.

“I love you too.”

No matter what happens, I’ll always wish for your happiness.

Instead of becoming happy, Alfred once again sighs in displeasure, seeming to want to say something.

But after that, he only kisses me deeply.

The next day.

As expected, by the time Alfred was satisfied, I’ve become incapacitated and unable to move.

Having always been the type to silently fulfill his promises, Alfred carries me for practically the entire day to the point that my feet never even touch my ground. He also takes care of me so much that it’s already beyond reason.

Please stop it. Even though I told him to carry me, he doesn’t have to be this thorough with his promise! This is too embarrassing!

There’s no need for him to feed me! I’m still capable of eating on my own!!

Sensing the puzzled gazes of the people in the orchard, Shurio, the workers, and the escorts, I can’t even muster the will to lift my head. I want to hide somewhere and just disappear.