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Hari looked lovely. Rich, mahogany-brown hair fell over her shoulders. Her complete disregard for 'appropriate' clothes when around him wasn't exactly healthy.
Not that Leandro cared. If she didn't, then neither would he.
"Is it important, Hari Noona?"
He asked, off-handedly, as he proceeded to walk into the bathroom and smoothly remove his stained shirt. He wrinkled his nose. Goblins' blood was more pungent than a human's. Killing them was like squishing a bug; momentarily satisfying, but always left a mess behind.
Hari's eyes traveled upward from where Leandro was undressing, but she quickly averted her gaze, feeling a flush creeping up her cheeks. She fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, finding some sort of comfort in the soft fabric.
"It's... um, it's nothing urgent." She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to, uh, check on you."
Leandro shot her a curious glance, arching an eyebrow in that infuriatingly knowing way of his. It was as if he could read her mind like an open book, dissecting her thoughts with ease.
"Check on me?" He repeated, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Should I be worried, Noona? Am I in need of your sisterly guidance?"
Hari bit her lip, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Leave it to Leandro to turn a simple concern into a playful jab. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before speaking again.
"It's not that, Leandro." Hari murmured, her gaze fixated on the tiles beneath her feet. "It's just... well, I thought we could talk. You know, just the two of us."
Leandro's smirk softened into a gentle smile as he stepped closer, the warmth of his presence enveloping her like a comforting embrace. She never stopped to think how his proximity could dispel her concerns as if they never existed.
"Of course, Noona…" He said, his voice soft and reassuring. "You know you can talk to me about anything."
Hari nodded, grateful for his understanding. But as she stole a glance at his shirtless form, memories of that fateful night with Yuhee flooded her mind, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't quite comprehend.
She had seen them—cuddled up, mostly nude. It had taken her a while to get herself under control, though she ended up becoming a little cold and distant after that.
Not even she knew why she suddenly acted like that.
She swallowed hard, pushing the thoughts aside as she forced a smile.
"Yeah…" She replied, whispering. "Anything."
Leandro nodded encouragingly, briefly stopping the removal of his clothes, and God was she glad for that. Hari didn't think she'd be able to think, let alone talk, if he was fully undressed.
"You see… hmm… I never told you this, but… that time, I saw you." She looked away, fiddling with the material of her nightdress. "You and Yuhee…. in bed."
"..."
A flash of realization crossed his eyes.
"I see…" He turned around, briefly. "I'm sorry you had to see that, I should have locked the door."
Hari forced a smile on her face. "I-It's fine, really." She twirled a lock of hair around a finger; she had to keep her hands occupied, somehow. "You're… a grown man, it's normal that you want to do that stuff…"
Even if it was normal, Hari felt bad for not being able to accept it.
Leandro nodded, sensing the tension in her voice. And because of that, now he was staring at her in a calculating way, head slightly tilted; ah, Leandro had the nasty habit of observing people in a very intense manner whenever he wanted to figure something out. He'd literally stop anything he might have been doing just to stare, and stare, and stare—never blinking.
It was enough to sucker punch someone right in their heart.
He didn't even do it on purpose!
Hari clenched her fist, feeling her nails digging into the palm of her hand.
She hated that. Jealousy had never been something she thought she'd feel—not like this. She had a healthy relationship with Leandro. Hari knew she didn't have the right to feel that way, but she couldn't help it. Leandro had become such an integral part of her life. He was the only one who listened to her, the only one who understood her.
And yet, Yuhee got to have him, all of him.
Hari bit her lip, forcing herself to focus on the conversation at hand. She didn't want Leandro to think she was weird or anything.
"..."
Leandro, no doubt sensing something, approached her.
'Ah, he's shirtless…'
She bit the inside of her cheeks. Hari was no fool—she knew Leandro was extremely pleasing to the eyes.
Broad shoulders, toned chest, a chiseled torso. If the sight of him shirtless made her flustered, then seeing him completely bare would probably make her faint.
He stopped just a few inches away, his green eyes staring into her own. Hari felt her breath catch in her throat, unable to look away from him.
She gulped, her heart beating fast and loud, enough to make her dizzy.
Leandro seemed to hesitate for a moment, before he gently held her cheek with a hand. Hari gasped softly as she instinctively pressed her body into his, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.
"Are you jealous, Noona?"
"W-W-What? N-No… it's just that… just that…"
She struggled, not to break free, but to find the right words.
"Hmm, just what? Isn't that precisely why you're telling me this?"
He pulled away, slightly. The hints of sweat on his physique had a glistening effect under the dim light.
Hari wrenched her gaze away, biting her lip. "Just… well, if you want to do t-that stuff, you could come to me. You don't have to… to… you know, go to Yuhee."
"..."
She chanced a look at his expression. His head was slightly tilted, his eyes unreadable.
'Does… Does he think I'm a pervert?'
She stared at him, like she always had. Even when he was a kid. That kid, too mature for his age.
Gentle. Always attentive, and very much appreciative of her and her cooking skills.
He laughed softly, breaking the awkward tension building up between them.
"Noona, are you… saying that you want to have sex with me?"
The girl immediately blushed a bright pink color, burying her face into the palm of her hands. And just because she hid her face didn't mean she could hide her embarrassment. "Maybe? I don't know…"
He released a sigh. "Are you saying this out of some twisted obligation you feel towards me… or… do you really want me, Noona?"
…
Leandro had always fought wars, but the harder battle had always been fighting his heart.
Hari shivered, rabbit ears seemingly standing in attention atop her head.
The blush on her face spread all over her neck, her face slightly glimmering with beads of sweat. She looked like she had just come out of a sauna.
Leandro would be lying if he said Hari wasn't desirable, but then he thought of Nari, Yuhee, and—for fuck's sake—even Bada wormed her way into his thoughts.
He didn't want to get mixed with too many women.
It was distracting.
It would only hold him back from his purpose.
'Ah, yes. Climb the Tower. Clear it. Revenge. And then what?'
But what if that was why he had been given a second chance? Not for revenge, but to find the peace he never had. He couldn't possibly understand the machinations of higher entities, but the apocalypse was here. Regardless of the motive that held his sword, he'd still fight.
"Noona?"
"Y-Y-Yes?"
"You know…"
She looked up at him, batting her sparkling eyes.
"I have trouble rationalizing my feelings in a way I can fully understand them."
That was one of the drawbacks of living too long. You'd expect it to be the complete opposite. Leandro could easily separate each of his feelings, slap a label on them, and compartmentalize them accordingly.
Rage. Despair. Sadness. Jealousy. Desire. Love.
Love—familial? Romantic?
It didn't matter. Labels were for humans. They made it easy. They gave clarity. A semblance of understanding for their feelings. 'Aren't I human as well? Why am I having so much trouble?'
Some Gods used to be mortals as well, maybe even humans. Look at them now. Live too long, and you'll slowly forget what love really is. Maybe that's why he chased after her so maddeningly? To not forget; to not become like them.
Hari stood completely still, fiddling with her fingers, then with the hems of her nightdress, and then with her hair. She was restless.
Leandro ran a hand through his hair, his shoulders sagging slightly. It wasn't everyday that a woman offered her body so freely to him, nor would such a thing stop Leandro from living his life.
She looked at him expectantly.
"Are you sure about this?"
She was snapped awake from her momentary daze.
"Y-Yes…"
'If it's not with me, then it's with someone else. Yeah, I don't want that. But am I going to apply this logic to every woman who gets close to me?'
If Hari had loved someone else from the beginning, would it have been easier? If he knew from the beginning that their relationship would always be a completely healthy and natural one, would he have embraced her solely as his Noona, never yearning for more?
Maybe if she never looked at him with such eyes.
But she stood there, innocent and chaste, fidgeting nervously with her nightdress.
"..."
Hari hadn't really considered the consequences of her words until she'd spoken them aloud, but now she found herself suddenly shy—almost hesitant. It'd be her first time doing anything remotely intimate with anyone.
Now that the cards were out, Leandro's gaze had turned smoldering. He stood still, thinking, wondering, maybe, if he should go for it or preserve her innocence.
Hari may have been young but she knew what she wanted.
"If… that's what you really want." He replied, exhaling softly. Hari's ears twitched again. She seemed even more adorable with that deer-like look on her face. Leandro wrapped his arms around Hari, pulling her closer to himself, savoring the warmth that exuded from her frame.
He stood there, staring into the depths of the bathroom, unseeing eyes looking towards nowhere in particular.
Hari gulped. She really had no experience when it came to initiating intimate physical contact with anyone, let alone Leandro, so Hari simply placed her arms around him too.
Even so, she didn't notice Leandro tensed when her hands made contact with the muscles on his lower back. She shivered slightly and pressed her forehead against his chest, nuzzling into its crook.
He relaxed a little. It was comforting. It made Leandro think of his time spent with her—eating, playing games together, cuddling on a couch or in bed.
Yeah, he couldn't bring himself to give her up, even if he had to sink his teeth deep into her.
Her slender fingers moved in a wide arch over his bare skin. She breathed in deeply.
Despite the sheen of sweat coating him, it didn't smell.
Her nuzzling and restless hands stirred up 'something'. It slowly rose and poked at her thighs.
Hari's eyes trailed the massive bump in Leandro's tattered pants. A gasp hitched in her throat, further exacerbated when she felt a hand nudge her shoulder downward. "Huh…?"
Naturally, she looked at Leandro. His eyes were half-lidded, a subtle glow making the green of his irises even brighter.
Hari dropped to her knees.
'What do I do now?'
She glanced up at Leandro for instruction.
He exhaled, slowly, as it to let go of his hesitation.
"Take it out."
Hari swallowed the lump in her throat and reached, gingerly, for the waistband of his pants. Slender fingers sunk in past the elastic, and with a swift tug, she pulled it down until Leandro's erect member bounced out.
A gasp escaped her lips, as she stared transfixed at the thing right before her eyes.
His member stood tall and proud, pulsing lightly with a vibrant neediness.
Hari had seen a penis on the internet. Anyone was bound to. But it was definitely her first time seeing one so up-close.
She tentatively moved her fingers to its shaft. Leandro felt Hari shiver lightly when the skin underneath shifted. She tilted her head and looked upwards.
Leandro quirked an eyebrow, as if to signal her to go on.
Hari looked downwards again. Her palm wrapped around the member before giving it a probationary tug, bringing her nose closer towards him. She instinctively took a whiff. Perhaps she was simply driven by curiosity, yet she found herself attracted to the musky scent of him.
"This is your first time, right?"
She nodded bashfully.
"But you know what to do?"
She nodded again, though this time with a bit of uncertainty. "I-I think so."
Leandro skimmed a hand through her soft locks. "Follow your instincts."
Hari took away her hand, replacing it with her lips. Pink, soft cushions that slightly reflected the light. She gave him a quick peck on the tip, and subsequently, licked away the droplet that formed.
The taste was not… unpleasant. A little salty, but not bad.
Then Hari stuck her tongue out, circling the rim of the crown as she listened carefully to his every reaction.
Leandro's breath quickened somewhat, going slightly louder when Hari went on ahead, putting half of his head between her lips and suckled the tip a little.
His fingers curled through her hair, moving in soft, clawing motions, as if he was giving her a scalp massage.
She swept her moist, warm tongue across the underside of his cock, slightly marveling at how long it took to go from tip to hilt, then back up.
"Noona, put it in your mouth."
Hari briefly looked up at Leandro before she complied.
She placed her hands on his thighs as she sealed her warm, soft lips around his throbbing head. Leandro groaned. 'She's not Yuhee, I can't be too rough.' She bobbed her head forward. The slit on Leandro's tip released more pre-cum. Her tongue lapped it up and swallowed it.
It didn't have an unpleasant taste, at all. Rather, Hari found herself somewhat liking it—what was wrong with her?
She sucked the crown with growing fervor, licking in erratic patterns, seemingly changing between wanting to please and trying to savor, too. Her lower abdomen tightened. A tingling warmth spread from her core to her loins.
"Hnnn~"
She rubbed her thighs, as if to scratch away at some sort of abstract itch under her skin.
Her sucking became much more pronounced. Hari tried pushing a bit more into her mouth, swallowing his shaft inch by inch, but halfway through she realized that it was too much.
Leandro gently caressed her jaw and cheek—so smooth, delicate.
Hari pulled away to breathe, but instantly missed the throbbing warmth of his member.
She put her tongue back out, licking a trail from the base to the head, before smoothening the tip of her tongue into its burly side, licking the veins that bulged all over his length.
Leandro pressed her face to his member. A gentle shove. Hari went along with the push, her eyes never once leaving his. His cockhead was once again aiming for the back of her throat, where it'd find more stimulus.
This time, Hari seemed to have found more confidence in herself. She swung her head back and forth, taking in more of him with every bob. Her tongue continued its licking, sweeping motions, like a tiny tentacle trying its hardest to feel every inch of him.
She was now drooling all over his cock. A messy, cascade of saliva that clung and came apart every time she rocked her head. It dribbled down, between his feet.
"Noona… you're doing great."
Leandro grunted and let Hari keep up at her own pace. It was cute how much effort she put in pleasing him. Even after pulling away completely, only to breathe in, she kept her palm wrapped around him, as if refusing to break contact completely.
Hari resumed the blowjob once her lungs were filled with enough air. She parted her mouth, drawing a thin bubble of saliva that immediately popped when he penetrated her. His throbbing cock brushed past her palette and sank in the narrow, tight tunnel at the end.
"Ohh…."
"Hnnn~!!♡"
She started to move with more vigor.
Leandro noticed that, at some point, Hari had begun to rub her crotch.
At first, the movement seemed like nothing more than fidgeting or simply brushing against an itch. Then he realized, no woman could reach the same rhythm and level of intensity she was now doing while she brushed against just any itch, even Hari.
Her mouth bobbed around, tightening and loosening. Saliva that trickled down her chin did no good, so Hari pulled Leandro deeper in to a point that had him resting against the back of her tongue, just enough so the warm drool coating its soft, yet firm surface could envelope Leandro's whole shaft and bring more lubrication to her sucking.
She sucked. Then licked. And kissed his head like an adorable, flustered virgin—which Hari actually was.
Leandro brushed back a few brown locks from her forehead. Her brows were knitted in effort, eyes occasionally peeking to gauge his reaction.
Even Leandro had his limits—it was difficult for him to keep in his grunts. Especially since Hari became rather emboldened once she heard his voice.
He looked at the woman servicing him.
'I wonder what'd happen if I used Eros' Touch.'
He concentrated his Aura on his cock and on his hand according to the skill's patterns. It was the first time he had engineered his Aura to move in such intricate ways—but the effect was practically instantaneous.
"Keugh!"
Hari's eyes shot wide open as she suddenly lurched forward, impaling her throat with his hard-on, her nose coming to a painful rest on his pubic area. Her muffled scream of ecstasy sent pleasant vibrations through him.
"Fuck!" Leandro was caught by surprise. The tight, muscular grip of her throat had his member clenched in soft, vibrating flesh.
Hari's thighs quivered along with her gullet.
The night robe she was wearing could hardly hide the fluids gushing out between her thighs.
She had come.
Just as he came inside her mouth, as if some divine intervention coordinated their orgasms to happen in tandem.
Leandro barely suppressed a grunt, fingers gripping the sides of her face as his load spurted past her lips. Hari found herself coming twice as much, simply by swallowing.
Pink hearts flashed in her eyes.
She gobbled him down to the hilt, eagerly chugging the load he fed her. Perhaps it was the use of 'Eros' Touch', but his reservoir of semen seemed endless for a moment.
His cum continued to pour into her throat until she was forced to pull away, allowing the wasteful amount to splatter over her dazed face, like excessive frosting dripping over a cake.
They stared at each other, panting heavily.