Chapter 18 - King Cinderella: Two Hearts Entwined in Sin

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Chapter 18

 

 

"Touch… me?"

 

"Yes, your body."

 

Even as he touched Erald's chest, the question felt puzzling. But before he could think too deeply, Erald answered, "Do as you please."

 

He understood well how important physical sensation was for Chalon, who could not see. And besides, how could he not be moved by such a tender wish from his beloved?

 

"Please… don't think me indecent and come to hate me."

 

With a timid voice, Chalon spoke—and only then did Erald realize what he truly meant.

 

Chalon's hands slipped beneath the blanket, gliding downward. They traced the ridges of Erald's toned abdomen one by one, before slowly reaching his manhood.

 

"Ah… P-Prince Chalon…"

 

Even a light touch sent all the blood in his body rushing to that one place.

 

Erald's arousal, already stirred, stiffened to the point of springing against Chalon's fingers and palm, as if it were pleading to be stroked, to be held. The more he felt, the more embarrassed he became—just as much as Chalon himself.

 

"Is this... truly such a shameful and indecent thing?"

 

"N-no..."

 

"But... I think your cheeks have turned red."

 

"That happens when I'm happy, too."

 

"Then... are you happy now?"

 

Chalon sat up further and lifted the covers, revealing Erald's arousal.

 

The elegant, slender fingers of Chalon's hand caressed the hardened length—and just seeing it made Erald let out a soft sound.

 

The pleasure was so intense he feared he might embarrass himself even further if he lost control.

 

He held on desperately to his composure, but had he been even a second slower, he might have sullied Chalon's hands or face.

 

"Of course I'm happy."

 

"I'm glad... Since I'm in the position of the woman here, I was afraid I wasn't allowed to reach out or ask for anything."

 

"You should have asked sooner."

 

"But I felt it would be wrong to rejoice in something forbidden... and I was scared that if I acted strangely, you might hate me."

 

"There's no way I'd hate you. Being touched by the one I love is only ever a joy."

 

"Then... we are the same."

 

"Ah..."

 

Lying on his back, Erald felt Chalon's hands gently envelop his manhood.

 

Chalon stroked him from tip to base, his fingers exploring every contour—not merely memorizing the shape, but truly caressing it. The physical pleasure was intensified by the tenderness of his touch.

 

More than that, Erald's heart swelled at Chalon's words. To think he'd wanted so badly to touch him but had hesitated so long—it filled Erald with joy, and that joy only made him harder.

 

"P-Prince Chalon..."

 

When Chalon traced a circle around the most sensitive part with his penis, Erald's hips twitched involuntarily.

 

Clear fluid dripped from the tip, wetting Chalon's ever-moving fingers.

 

The pale hands began to move faster and more deftly.

 

"Nn... kh..."

 

"Erald, this part of you... it's so different from mine, so magnificent it frightens me. I can't believe something so large was just inside me moments ago."

 

Chalon took his time touching him with both hands, and suddenly let out a small gasp.

 

He quickly lifted his hips off the sheets, pressing his body close to Erald's chest.

 

As he straddled Erald and looked down into his eyes, his expression was unbearably shy.

 

"What you released inside me... It's starting to spill out."

 

That look on his face—more charming than ever, with a newfound, almost sensual glow—was unlike anything Erald had ever seen.

 

"Let me scoop it out... with what Prince Chalon helped grow so large with his own hands."

 

"Ahh... ah...!"

 

Erald grasped Chalon's hips, aligning their bodies.

 

With Chalon above him, he pressed himself between those soft twin hills.

 

Though they met daily, they didn't always join like this. Sometimes, to spare Chalon's body, Erald simply nestled himself between his thighs—but tonight, he wanted to be inside more than anything.

 

"Ngh... mmh..."

 

Muffled moans trickled from above.

 

Erald thrust into that warm, needy flesh, still dripping with his earlier release.

 

That small, tightly shut bud opened with just a nudge, slowly drawing him in.

 

"Ah... aah...!"

 

"Nn... ngh...!"

 

The tight yet supple embrace of Chalon's inner depths made Erald's vision blur with ecstasy.

 

Though Chalon's hands brought him pleasure, nothing compared to this. He reaffirmed it deeply—this place was special.

 

To press into a secret place no one else could ever see, let alone touch, and to have the most honest part of himself squeezed so tightly, drawing out his essence—it was a bliss beyond words.

 

"Ah... So much... It's too much...!"

 

With Chalon still on top, Erald began to move his hips, steadily drawing out more of what remained inside.

 

As his length scraped against Chalon's inner walls, more spilled out than he'd expected.

 

"Haa... ahh... ngh!"

 

"Prince Chalon... if you move as well...!"

 

Though it seemed almost unconscious, Chalon placed his hands on Erald's chest and raised his hips.

 

Then, as if surrendering to exhaustion, he dropped back down, taking Erald in to the very base.

 

"Erald... ahh... ngh!"

 

Chalon's body, now thoroughly taught in pleasure over the past two weeks, moved gently back and forth in a low position.

 

Rocking his hips in small motions, sometimes lifting slightly only to fall again, he seemed to be seeking what felt best. It was an innocent yet enticing sight.

 

"Prince Chalon... May I... release inside you again?"

 

"Yes... as many times as you wish... Please, pour it into me..."

 

"Ahh... ngh..."

 

"Ah... haah... mm..."

 

As Chalon's long blond hair brushed against his chest, Erald tightened his grip around his waist.

 

Looking up at Chalon as he moved above him, Erald suddenly remembered the lewd figure of his stepmother, buried deep in memory.

 

Her swollen breasts, perhaps beautiful in truth, had seemed like monstrous eggs—frightening. Her hair brushing his chest had felt like a nest of snakes crawling over his skin.

 

Never once had he felt ticklish in a way that made him smile.

 

Compared to that hellish and unwanted coupling, everything now felt like a dream.

 

Even as Chalon embraced sensuality, his pure beauty remained undiminished. Even in the midst of such moments, he radiated.

 

"Ah, fuh, ah...!"

 

The friction between their slippery bodies—between Chalon's melting opening and Erald's manhood—drenched everything between Erald's legs.

 

From Chalon's tender, youthful shaft, droplets continued to spray with every motion.

 

The liquid reached beyond Erald's chest, spattering even his collarbones and neck.

 

"Erald... ah, ah!"

 

"Prince Chalon!"

 

Holding Chalon's light, kitten-like body in both arms, Erald used only the strength of his hips and lower body to thrust upward, lifting Chalon high.

 

"...Nn—!"

 

In that instant, Chalon let out a voiceless cry as he climaxed, releasing a thick stream of essence.

 

Though his face held the purity of someone who had never even known a kiss, the whiteness of what he released revealed a deep, undeniable carnality.

 

"Kh, fu... ah"

 

Breathing hard and collapsing forward, Chalon was drawn into Erald's embrace. Their slick skin met as Erald tasted Chalon's lips—red without the aid of rouge—and his sweet, nectarous tongue. As he rocked his hips and thrust once more, Chalon surrendered completely to the pleasure.

 

Prince Chalon… I want to steal you away, just like this.

 

Though his body should have felt light, it now bore a sweet weight, pressing down on him without leaving a single part untouched.

 

To Erald, Chalon's weight now felt like the weight of happiness itself.

 

But he knew—they both knew—that the moment of separation would come.

 

This dear heaviness would vanish, leaving behind a body made light against his will, with only the weight in his heart growing heavier.

 

Erald knew from experience—true happiness never lasted long.

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