episode_0070

Several days have passed since the main force of the vigilantes set out for the Songrad Castle. The members who were originally assigned to non-combat missions, led by Kyle, stayed behind in Maybaon to carry out their respective missions. Today, they greeted the morning with a mixture of relief at not being dragged out to the battlefield and a slight sense of alienation at being left behind.

Kyle’s morning routine starts with checking the mailbox, after he wakes up at dawn and carefully curls the ends of his short hair with a hot stick. Before touching the metal mailbox handle, Kyle takes out the fur gloves he had been stuffing in his back pocket. He puts the gloves on both hands and bends down to get eye level with the mailbox, and the slim waist makes his large hips stand out even more.

Squeak

As expected. It’s here again today.

Kyle reached deep into the corner and pulled out a package from the corner. Judging by its light weight and fluffy texture, she easily deduced that the contents were a stuffed animal. She pulled out a small note that was tied tightly with red thread and was wrapped around the outside of the package.

Kyle unfolded the note, which was folded twice, and as expected, the words of a confession of love caught his eye. He decided to read it and crumpled the note with one hand. Then, he pulled down the scarf he was wearing to avoid the part touching his mouth getting wet, and yawned loudly.

Kyle put the mailbox lid back on with his fur-gloved hands and strode toward the entrance of the building. He knocked lightly on the front door with his knuckles, and a brisk sound rang out. Soon, footsteps as light as feathers came closer from beyond the door, and a boy with a magpie nest on the side of his head opened the door and appeared.

“Good morning, Kyle. Come in.”

Ray said in a locked voice.

“Yes, good morning. Did everything go well last night? Take this.”

Kyle answers and hands her the package that was in the mailbox. I find his sleepy voice and the collarbone slightly visible through his loose pajamas very sexy.

“Wow, it’s a doll! Who sent it? It smells good too.”

Ray opened the packaging, took out the stuffed animal inside, and asked.

“Well? That’s all there was. I guess I’m a bit shy this time too.”

Kyle said, deftly opening the shelf and pulling out the cleaning supplies.

“If I knew who it was, I would at least return the favor… . I’ll just put it next to the things I received last time. I’ll change my clothes and come back! ”

Ray said that and walked to the bedroom. Kyle, who was dusting the windowsill with a wide-bristle brush, turned his head slightly and looked through the crack of the door just before it closed, at the sight of the stuffed animal containing someone’s love confession neatly placed next to another person’s love confession.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the body of a pretty boy is made up of the goodwill and desires of others. In fact, the boy himself was like that. He wore socks and pajamas filled with the cuteness of kind-hearted adults, and slept every day in a room filled with props containing the sexual desires of hot-blooded women. The shirt he wore when he came out of the room was a gift from his lover Mila, the handkerchief in the shirt pocket was from the man who carried bread, the suspenders and belt were from the tanner of this city who had missed his prime, and the shoes he wore were from the ambitious young city manager.

However, it was not necessarily the case that he was a spoiled boy who did not know gratitude. He politely and respectfully refused direct confessions from complete strangers, and when he received a gift, he always returned it with sincerity whenever he could afford it.

But no matter how strong the ray is, just like how you can forget its existence if you smell it for a long time, there were times when I would forget how much I was surrounded by the grace of others.

“Thank you Kyle. For helping me out every day.”

Kyle, who was scraping the frost off the window, smiled and nodded once without saying anything. Of course, he was the one who lied first, saying that this was also a type of work that he had been instructed to do by the manager, but Ray was a little annoyed that Kyle didn’t notice that there was something strange about him doing trivial housework from the early morning breeze every day without any selfish motives.

“I’m going to eat breakfast today. Do you like eggs? How many should I boil?”

Ray asks. Kyle shakes his head, thinking that even though he secretly harbors feelings for him, it would be a bit awkward to eat alone in his kitchen when his lover is away.

“I’m fine. Give the kids to me later when they wake up. Oh, aren’t you acting up lately? ”

And Kyle asks.

“Ahaha, of course. At first, he whined about being separated from his mom again, but he quickly got used to it and became cheerful again.”

Ray said, putting on his apron. Kyle approached the closed door, wondering if he could see the faces of the Songrad sisters.

“The kids are in my room. They said the wind noise was scary last night.”

As Ray adds, Kyle stops in his tracks.

“Ah~ Then… … . I’ll just hang up the laundry and go back.”

Kyle turns towards the stairs leading down to the basement.

“I can do it!”

Ray turned his head and said as he lifted his heel and took out an iron pot that was hanging on the wall.

“No, no. He told me to make sure not to miss anything and to take care of everything thoroughly. You know, the manager is very picky.”

Kyle walks down the stairs, once again selling Mila’s name. He takes a deep breath and the cool air is accompanied by the faint, dusty smell typical of a basement.

Hooo… … … .

Today, too, he was the best. What gave me more energy than a solid breakfast was the pretty boy. How could a boy be such a mysterious creature?

The boy’s outline, so fresh and fragrant, is a delight to the eyes, and his mere presence gives off an endless fragrance that no flower or herb can produce. It’s also a sweet, highly concentrated body odor that is indescribable, emitted from a body that has been completely relaxed during deep sleep, when the body loses most of its tension and lets its guard down. Do you need any more explanation?

“Ah… I’m getting emotional… … . I have to write it down when I get back.”

Kyle muttered with a satisfied face. There was no doubt that she would write something good. As the daughter of the De Broy family, who produced many civil servants who worked in various roles for the lord before the southern region went to ruin, she enjoyed writing since she was young. Writing is inherently a work that sometimes involves pain that makes you go dark. In order to rekindle her fading creative spirit, she needed a strong stimulus from outside, and the boy she took care of in this city filled that role wonderfully.

“If it’s like this even if you only smell it for a short while, what would happen if you were exposed to the same space all day… … … .”

Kyle mutters to himself as he slowly walks toward the laundry hanging in a corner of the basement. It is a privilege that only the chosen ones can enjoy. Those who are born with good luck like the chief or are extremely clever little kids are the chosen ones.

“I want to go back to my childhood too… . I want to be invited into the same blanket without any hesitation, even if you come to my room in the middle of the night hugging your pillow… . Please… … .”

Kyle continued to mutter incoherently as he picked up a load of dry laundry with a blank expression and draped it over one arm.

The reason he hung his laundry here was because it was close to the fireplace upstairs. If so, he might be preparing food right above his head right now. There was no way he could see anything through the small gap, but Kyle suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the gap between the wooden planks that made up the floor. Then, when he turned his gaze down again, he found his underwear in his hand.

“… … … … … .”

No, Kyle. That’s not right. She thought to herself. No matter how much stimulation is needed, there is a minimum line that a human being cannot cross. She shook her head and put it back on one arm.

But she still stood there silently for a long time. Her fingertips were busily stroking the piece of cloth in question. The very part where the cloth, which would not be there in women’s underwear including hers, was sewn in generously. Why did they have to leave such a large space? If you think about it a little, the answer is very simple.

“… … . Sniff sniff.”

Kyle absentmindedly put his finger to the tip of his nose, and the next moment she felt embarrassed. There was no way it could smell. She had just washed it in icy water and hung it out to dry. Wait, did it smell something else?

“Sniff sniff.”

It definitely remained. A mysterious and strange scent rose faintly from her fingertips. She wondered if it was the original scent from her hands, so she put her hand close to her nose and took a breath, then sniffed her fingertips again.

Kyle, whose breathing became a little difficult, perhaps because he had been breathing too quickly through his nose, let out a short ‘haa’ sound through his mouth.

It was really strange. It was just a piece of cloth woven from cotton, so why would they do something like this?

Furthermore, the same goes for body odor. Whether a body is beautiful or not, it is ultimately just a collection of bones and flesh.

A tingling sensation at the temples. Kyle liked this feeling.

It must have been a signal sent from the head just before a great inspiration came. Perhaps the smell of flesh and pieces of cloth were not the core, but vessels for another sublime meaning? The most important question was whose underwear it was, whose smell it was. And the owner of them was… … … .

The ultimate beauty. Sex incarnate.

It introduced itself as Ray. It was not simply a body with a different appearance. He was practicing his ideals under the guise of a human body. She concluded that the desire that had bloomed in her chest was not at all dirty, but rather natural, just as one feels heat when one is close to fire. Of course, if one thinks this way, the underwear was not just a piece of cloth. It was a sacred relic imbued with ultimate beauty.

In that case, it is right to enjoy it to your heart’s content.

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