Chapter 15 - King Cinderella: Two Hearts Entwined in Sin
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"Have I... caused you pain?"
"No... Prince Chalon, you've given me more happiness than I deserve. You have done nothing wrong. No matter what I do to you now, your place in Heaven will never be lost. It is only a lowly man who dared to fall in love with someone above his station, and who will now defile you against your will. You bear no sin."
"N-no, stop this... please, stop..."
Terrified by the word "defile," Chalon recoiled when Erald kissed his chest.
His whole body jolted as if a line had been drawn from his chest to his loins, connecting every part of him.
All Erald had done was take one of his barely-formed nipples between his lips, and yet his shoulders jerked, his elbows and knees twitched—Chalon, for the first time, discovered the unsettling joy of being touched by someone else.
"Ah... fuh..."
He had known that when he touched himself while bathing, his genitals would sometimes tingle with strange pleasure, and that clear fluid would leak from them. But he had always considered that to be a sinful temptation, and so had never done it intentionally.
He had not yet come of age, and had left such matters to nature, with no real curiosity.
As for his nipples, they had never responded to any touch, and so he'd assumed they held no meaning for men.
"N-no... ahh!"
But when Erald rolled his tongue over one nipple, sensation flooded directly to his groin—it felt as though Erald were touching him between the legs instead.
The sharp, pulsing pleasure coursed through him again and again.
He was horrified by how good it felt.
"Prince Chalon..."
Erald's voice, once strained with pain, now carried a hint of delight.
Chalon shuddered in shame, understanding why. Just from having his chest touched by another man, his genitals were already swelling uncontrollably. That which had been given by God to create life with a woman now stood defiant in sin. How disgraceful, how blasphemous his body had become.
"I mustn't... please, stop this...!"
His nipples, stiff against his will, were sucked, while fingers began stroking his aroused flesh.
Feeling how wet it had become, Chalon trembled, overcome by guilt that went far beyond shame.
Being defiled by another man was already a stain on the soul, but to respond to that violation with bodily pleasure would make him equally culpable. Heaven's gates would be closed to him forever.
"Ahh...!"
His immature member was being touched with large, gentle hands. Rather than looking to Heaven, his body seemed to arch toward Earth.
Was it wrong that he could feel so much from a man's touch? Or were all human bodies built fragile, forever tested in their devotion?
This is something I must never allow. No matter how good it feels, I cannot give in. And yet, I can't truly resist. Being touched by someone I care for... there's no part of me that truly hates it.
He told himself that if he really tried, he could claw, strike, even kick Erald until blood was drawn — but his limbs wouldn't move. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting him.
If Erald had been trying to harm him, perhaps he could have resisted. But that wasn't it. Erald didn't want to hurt — he wanted to love. Even if that love manifested in an act so sinful, even if it meant forcing himself on him… at its root, it was still affection.
To be wanted, touched, and not truly despise it — even to feel good — perhaps Chalon was already a sinner.
"F… ah…!"
Erald's mouth moved downward from Chalon's chest to his lower belly, finally taking the aroused organ into his mouth.
Chalon hadn't expected this. Shocked, he held his breath.
The image of a man taking another man's symbol of virility into his mouth felt incredibly indecent. But before his mind could process it, the pleasure surged through him. It was more sensual than being touched by hand.
"Haa… n, mm…"
When Chalon tried to close his legs, they were gently pushed open, revealing the golden fuzz that had just begun to grow.
No matter how much strength he put into resisting, he wasn't allowed to hide. Tears welled in his eyes from the sheer humiliation.
It felt as though someone had lit a fire in the hearth — his face and body were burning with heat.
"Mm… n, mm…!"
Erald's hands gripped Chalon's hips and lifted them as his rear sank into the mattress. While doing so, he sucked deeply on him, and Chalon could hear lewd, wet sounds — nothing like the refined Erald he knew.
With loud, vulgar noises, Erald took him in to the very base, and Chalon felt like he could see something he shouldn't have.
"Hah… mm… mm!"
Erald's lips molded to the shape of Chalon's member, sucking gently without scraping it with his teeth. Occasionally, Chalon's soft golden hair brushed against Erald's upper lip. The fine strands, damp with Chalon's clear fluids and Erald's saliva, surely glistened obscenely.
As he imagined the lewd sight to match the sound, Chalon reached for Erald's hair.
Even after being treated this way, he couldn't bring himself to hate Erald. Realizing this, he knew he was powerless.
To say "I hate this" would be a lie. To scratch or flail would be dishonest. The only truth left in him was to surrender — to meet Erald's desire with his own yearning.
Right now, there was nothing he wanted more.
"Hah… Erald… aah!"
Something burst between his thighs, unstoppable. It throbbed like a second heart, and he felt fluid erupting forcefully. If this was his first climax, then more than shame, he was glad — glad it was with Erald. Experiencing such a violent, uncertain moment alone would have been terrifying.
"Ah… mm…"
"—!"
After releasing himself into Erald's mouth, Chalon trembled like a fish flung onto shore.
Rather than swallow, Erald collected the fluid on his fingers — and then reached between Chalon's buttocks.
Chalon had once seen dogs mating—he couldn't help but think of what awaited him.
Though he lay on his back unlike an animal, it was clear Erald intended to take him with his aroused manhood.
When fingers spread the entrance of flesh that wasn't meant for such acts, smearing it with fluid, Chalon could vividly picture what came next.
"Kh, ngh—"
A slick finger slid inside, and his hips quivered, still suspended in the air.
Erald timed it perfectly, slipping a pillow beneath him to ease the strain on his arched back and hips.
Even though he had declared he would defile him, Erald still showed such care.
Chalon surrendered, relaxing his tense limbs. As he accepted Erald's finger, he felt a heat rising from deep within.
"Ah... ahh—!"
Somewhere along the path of flesh, there was a place that felt even more sensitive than his nipples or genitals.
Chalon sensed there was something he had to say—something he must convey to Erald before losing himself.
Gripping Erald's arm, he clung to his own awareness.
"Wait, please wait."
"Prince Chalon..."
"You mustn't force yourself on me. If you do that, you'll only be adding to your sins."
At Chalon's words, Erald's expression seemed to shift.
Though he couldn't see it clearly, there was no doubt that his brows were drawn together in pain.
"If you must commit a sin... let it be just one."
Chalon released Erald's arm and placed his hand on Erald's chest.
He wasn't pushing him away—he simply pressed his palm to feel the heartbeat within, meeting his gaze.
The more they looked into each other's eyes, guided by the color of their irises, the louder their heartbeats grew.
"Erald... I will also commit that sin with you."
"Prince Chalon...?"
"The sin of loving another man. I will commit it together with you."
As he spoke with finality, Erald held his breath.
The rhythm of his heart, felt through Chalon's palm, turned erratic.
Unlike Chalon, who now felt like a struck instrument, Erald's body seemed frozen in silence.
He didn't move an inch in his position above him, and Chalon pressed harder against his chest, needing to feel the beat—proof of life.
His heart was definitely beating. His skin carried human warmth. No, it was more than warmth—it was heat.
"Please don't do anything to me by force. I believe something like this should only happen with mutual consent."
"Prince Chalon... your compassion... You are only offering yourself to lessen my sin."
Tears fell onto Chalon's shoulder, and in the next moment, Erald collapsed.
Between Chalon's legs, Erald sank to his knees upon the sheets, his waist lowered.
Chalon wanted to see what expression he wore as he wept in silence. His lips were pressed into a thin line, as if he were stifling sobs. But his tears were so clear that even as they welled in his eyes, they were nearly impossible to see.
"Prince Chalon… I… I've told you an unforgivable lie."
With one hand covering half his face, Erald forced out a voice full of strain.
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