When he was thrown onto the bed by The Inquisitor,

Yamamochi Kokuhiro's dizzy head finally became a little clearer.

That feeling was like a person groping in the dark with his eyes blindfolded,

A strong light suddenly lit up in front of him,

Piercing through the gaps in the cloth,

Breaking the chaos and confusion of the dark world.

The last complete scene was him staring at the wine bottle in the kitchen in a daze.

The memories after that were shattered into pieces of meaningless images.

He didn't remember what he had said.

Often, after every sentence left his mouth, he knew what he wanted to express just like the other person.

His mouth and body were out of control. They had their own will to fulfill the wishes of the brain.

The ceiling light in the Inquisitor's Room was very dazzling.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro narrowed his eyes uncomfortably,

The next second, the young man who had thrown him out like an object stood up,

Click click click,

He pressed the switch by the wall a few times, and the bright incandescent light turned into a soft, warm yellow light.

The sound of rain hitting the leaves outside the window,

The moist soil and the fragrance of flowers drifted into the quiet room.

The black-haired young man uncovered the quilt,

He lay down close to his side.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro curled up into a ball.

Without the boiling hot water of the hot spring, the effect of the alcohol subsided a little.

Those bold and unrestrained actions rotated in his mind like a merry-go-round, making him so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look at The Inquisitor at all.

It was he who took the initiative to say that he was willing to bear it for others... but he couldn't help but feel inferior and jealous,

He actually competed for favor in front of the Lord..

His behavior was simply like an actor in a pear garden who was fighting for a woman's affection.

Even if that was the truth..,

This kind of thing that couldn't be brought to the table..,

It shouldn't be described by a subject at all.

Thinking of this..,

He missed his own quilt even more.

That warm and familiar cloth could cover an absolutely safe place,

It allowed him to calm down his extremely chaotic mood.

"Yamamochi,

Are you going to keep your back to me like this? "

The young man's cold and pleasant voice sounded behind his head.

Blond Broadsword trembled violently like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Then, in a panic, he crawled up with his hands and feet and went to The Inquisitor as if he was trying to salvage the situation.

The young man's fair skin was still flushed from the hot spring, shining with a charming luster like fine porcelain.

Yamamochi's gaze, which was originally only looking for a place to rest, was now attracted by it. He stared blankly, unable to move his mind away.

His black hair was dripping wet, and his curled hair stuck to his full forehead. On that almost perfect contour was a pair of deep eyes that contained a smile.

Under the light, Blond Blade saw his own dumbstruck reflection in it.

"I, I … I, I will …"

Trembling, he reached out to untie the belt of The Inquisitor's nightgown. Unexpectedly, he was firmly stopped by her as a sign of refusal.

"Since you want to serve me, then you should follow my rules.

Don't you agree, Yamamochi? "

"..." Blond Broadsword lowered his head and didn't say a word.

"Now, take off your clothes, raise your butt, and lie down."

On a rainy spring night, The Inquisitor's tone was calm and bone-chilling.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro was almost completely awake.

He stared blankly at the black-haired young man. When the other party thought that he was going to disobey the order, he obediently kowtowed to him. Then, he sat up straight and personally removed his bathrobe.