I Grabbed the Tyrant’s Heart - Chapter 145

I caressed Tess’s soft hair and kissed his cheeks and lips.

“Tess.”

Tess embraced me with rough hands and began to move. At first, there was a sharp pain, but soon a rising heat was accompanied by a squelching sound.

I couldn’t tell if it was the liquid I had released or Tess, or if both had mingled.

Even in this moment, my body responded eagerly, and I tightened my arms around Tess. I pulled him closer as the fabric of his clothes repeatedly rubbed against me.

“Aahh, Tess. Uht.”

“Ugh.”

The only difference from usual was that Tess was making moans that were closer to cries instead of words.

I ran my fingers through my beloved hair, ears, cheeks, and neck, one after the other.

“Tess, my beloved Tess.”

One more thing, unlike usual, it was me who was saying ‘I love you.’

Tess, who had been thrusting, finally reached his climax inside me. Then he buried his face in my chest, panting heavily and began to gnaw at me.

“It hurts, uht, Tess.”

Tess, who had been exploring me with suppressed moans, suddenly raised his head.

“Euseniel…”

His drenched face was turning pale blue. It might have been only due to the light filling the room, but it was pitiful.

“Tess.”

I cupped his small face, and his sharp eyes softened.

“I’m here. It’s okay now.”

Droplets fell onto my exposed skin. It felt like they were being absorbed by my body.

“I’m sorry, Euseniel.”

The man, unable to contain his tears like a child, looked so pitiful and pathetic that I patted his back gently. The strange sensation didn’t bother me.

Slowly lifting him up, it felt like Tess had reverted to a young child, and I embraced him. Our mismatched hands met, and I comforted him for a long while.

The blue light continued to illuminate us, as if it would never go out.

“Tess, my Tess.”

I held his large body tightly and called his name several times. The man, much larger than me, clung to my clothes and trembled softly.

“There, there, it’s okay.”

His back had become smooth in the meantime, and as I softly ran my palm over the spot, the sound of tears gradually lessened.

“Let’s go, Tess.”

Taking his hand, Tess obediently followed along like a baby.

It seemed to take quite some time again, but I wasn’t scared, probably because I was with Tess. Even so, the sight of the fluorescent stone brought a sense of relief.

When Tess came out as well, the door disappeared without a trace. I felt dizzy from the relief. Tess caught me as I staggered slightly, and only then could I see his hand.

“You!”

Oh my goodness.

Tess’s once beautiful fingers were a mess. The bones of the finger joints were so deeply cut that they were visible, and blood was dripping steadily. My hands and clothes were also stained with the red liquid.

“I can’t use healing magic.”

I was so remarkably untalented that I ultimately gave up on learning this skill.

“We need to treat this, we must.”

After cluttering the room, I was able to find bandages and medicine.

I settled next to Tess, who was sitting on the bed in a daze. He remained silent as I finished wrapping his hand with a bandage.

Finally, I could tidy up my messy clothes. My skin was flushed and disheveled, but I ignored it.

I fetched some water in the bathroom, feeling that Tess, whose clothes were also a mess, needed to be cleaned up. When I gently tugged his arm, he obediently followed me.

“Let’s wash up.”

He still didn’t speak as I helped him remove his clothing one by one.

Tap, tap.

In the closed bathroom, the sound of fabric hitting the floor resounded unnecessarily loudly.

After casting a waterproofing spell on the bandages, I led Tess into the bathtub. He sat quietly in the water.

How should I wash him? Perhaps I should start by sprinkling water on his matted hair.

“Euseniel.”

As I pondered, the hand wrapped in the bandage suddenly pulled me towards him, but I managed to steady myself by gripping the wall.

“Shh, Tess. Stay still, I’ll wash you.”

After calming Tess down, I looked around the bathtub but couldn’t find any suitable tools.

Well, Tess was already clean, right? His body didn’t seem particularly soiled, so I wiped him down with my hands.

I wound his hair with fresh water and gently washed his upper body. As I reached for his submerged lower body, I hesitated.

“Ah.”

The thing nestled between his thighs was asserting its presence.

“Euseniel.”

Red lips, hazy black eyes.

“Euseniel.”

A pitiful voice.

What he desired was evident.

My hand flinched as I tried to pull it away from the water. Tess reached out his arms again, attempting to embrace me.

“No.”

Even in this moment, I turned away from his tempting gaze. He grabbed my hand and pressed my palm against his face. The sensation of the wet hair tangling around my fingers felt oddly strange.

Tess remained upright and resolute. In contrast, his small, limp head was pitifully drooping.

Haa.

Yes, Tess.

I am soft on you. Does that make you look down on me?

Even so, it was difficult to be angry at someone who looked so disheveled.

“Tess, stand up.”

I gently tickled his scalp, and Tess obediently rose to his feet.

Splatter.

The sound of water splashing was loud.

Droplets that had clung to his black hair trickled down and streamed over his pale face. Water entered his eyes, causing his eyelids to flutter in discomfort.

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