Bermuda

“So what I’m saying is... hic, I took the initiative early on, so....”

Beatrice, holding a beer mug the size of her face, rested her chin on her hand and kept hiccuping. Her neatly done lips were now completely smeared from all the rubbing.

“That’s why we were able... to win!”

Her flushed, drunken face looked like it belonged to the same set as her cursed doll.

They sat around a wide table in pairs or trios, sinking into cheap velvet sofas. Beneath the wooden and glass partition, the tavern was crowded with people. Despite the lively noise, the lady’s heavy lashes looked ready to close at any moment.

Watching her repeat the same thing over and over, Gillian tapped her arm and took the glass away.

“Yeah, yeah. Our lady did the most, sure. More importantly, how about you stop drinking now?”

“Ah, why! I’m just getting started!”

She shot up from her seat as if she hadn’t been slumped moments ago. Fortunately, Morvan, seated beside her, pushed the plates away just in time to keep the food from spilling. Even so, his own unsteady limbs made it clear he wasn’t in great condition either.

At least they were seated apart from the others. Otherwise, between the bizarre doll and the unruly lady, they would have drawn plenty of attention.

Orca, who had been picking bones out of the pickled herring, watched them and spoke up.

“By the way, what’s the relationship between the three of you? Ah, one of them is a doll, so two? You seem quite close, as if you’ve known each other for a long time.”

“Ah, well, us... it’s complicated to explain....”

“This one’s my butler, and that one’s my pet.”

Beatrice casually pointed to either side with her nails. Setting aside the doll-butler, calling that large man a pet made Orca’s eyes widen.

“Not a bodyguard, but a pet?”

After mulling something over with a strangely profound expression, he glanced at Gillian and asked,

“He seems more obedient than he looks. Does his master treat him well?”

“...What does this guy even think about all day?”

“Do lions also keep pets? If I can’t be accepted because someone is already with me, then being a pet wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Keh—cough—!”

At that bombshell, Ero, who had been quietly keeping to himself, choked and burst into coughing.

“Hah....”

“...Haa.”

Leonardo rested his chin on Hugo’s shoulder. His body trembled intermittently as the man’s breath brushed against his ear. It wasn’t from cold. If anything, his breath had grown so hot he felt like he might spill over at any moment.

Water seeped between their pressed chests, rubbing together with their body heat. The warmed droplets scraped over the raised points of his chest before sliding down. The sharp sensation made him tilt his chin up, biting his lip.

“Ah, ngh...!”

“Mm... ah....”

Even as he squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t suppress the sound that escaped. The water itself felt alive, deliberately teasing his body. And it didn’t take long for him to realize it wasn’t just his imagination.

“You should... mm... stand properly.”

The tone was soothing, yet commanding, even as Hugo panted with rising excitement. His voice struck Leonardo’s ears along with the sound of water falling in the enclosed space. As Leonardo’s legs wavered unsteadily, Hugo wrapped an arm around his back, supporting him—while below, he moved with an entirely different, rough intent.

He forced his thighs apart by pressing his own between them, then rocked his hips back and forth, deliberately grinding their arousal together.

The rhythmic, intense friction continued, deep enough to leave dents beside his hips. Their bodies tangled, stimulation building as their chests and lower bodies scraped against each other. Under the weight pressing down on him, broken sounds slipped from Leonardo’s lips.

Around then, the gentle stream from above trickled down over his erection. The thin, threadlike flow traced along the split at the tip with persistent precision, like a brush dipped in liquid tormenting the most sensitive spot.

“Hah—!”

Leonardo’s eyes flew open, his back arching reflexively. The swollen head pulsed, opening and closing faintly.

The unbearable sensation made him instinctively reach down to cover himself, trying to escape the stimulation. But Hugo quickly caught his trembling fingers, pulling them away one by one. In the end, he pressed their lengths together in his grip, tightening around them like a snare.

“Ha, don’t—”

The tightened grip made the sensitive tip part further, swollen enough to take something inside, twitching obscenely. Hugo buried his face in Leonardo’s neck, rubbing the tip with his thumb as he replied,

“Mm... I haven’t done much.”

“Ngh, liar... you keep—”

“Keep what?”

He asked lazily, rubbing his hips again. At the same time, their pressed lengths moved together, scraping against each other. Each movement sent cold water soaking into his shoes, producing wet, creaking sounds.

The sounds in his hand weren’t much different.

“Ngh... you’re doing it on purpose—!”

Finally unable to endure it, Leonardo cried out, shaking his head. His voice echoed through the shower, the damp air carrying every sound.

“Are you alright?”

Orca asked casually. Beatrice looked at the two across from her with a displeased expression, tossing a napkin onto the table.

Ero accepted it, wiping the beer he had spit out, forcing an awkward smile.

“Ah, yes...! Sorry, cough, sorry.”

He barely suppressed his coughing fit, then answered Orca’s earlier nonsense with visible discomfort.

“But... a pet... that’s a bit much, isn’t it? I don’t think he’d, uh, like that very much.”

He’d turn you into frozen tuna instead!

Unaware of Ero’s thoughts, Orca continued to poke at the herring with his spoon.

“Hmm, I see.”

Surprisingly quick agreement came. As Orca leaned forward, moving his wrist idly over the plate, he added,

“Joker is right. A killer whale suits being a companion rather than a pet.”

“...Pardon?”

“I have many questions for the lion. When will he arrive? Would he like it if I gave him herring?”

The curved spoon prodded the pale flesh of the pickled fish. It gleamed faintly pink, smooth in texture, coated in a thick white sour cream sauce.

Ero could only stare, speechless.

“Hah...!”

A trembling stream pushed out in pulses, mixed with white fluid. It slid down and spilled over the thicker length beneath.

“Leo, I....”

Caught in Hugo’s manipulation, Leonardo’s eyes widened as he exhaled in broken breaths. It was his second release, but this time there was less. Instead of a single overwhelming peak, it had been drawn out—stimulated, stopped, then teased again, deliberately prolonging it.

The lingering dissatisfaction pulsed through his body, making his shoulders tremble as he leaned against Hugo.

“You look good... like this. Being bold isn’t bad, but... this expression of yours feels rather... fulfilling.”

A low whisper bit into his ear, shaking through his nerves. Leonardo’s eyes sharpened as he gasped, his body moving instinctively in response.

“...You bastard.”

“Haha. Indeed. Reality is even better than I imagined.”

Though it didn’t look like it, Leonardo’s body was effectively restrained, unable to move freely.

To a water mage, the constant flow of water was as good as binding restraints. His golden eyes trembled, on the verge of tears.

“You really are... ngh... a pervert.”

“Mm. I hear it so often, it feels like a name now.”

Each droplet of water became Hugo’s touch, his tongue, exploring every part of Leonardo’s body. Like transparent tendrils, they wrapped around him, tracing even the most hidden places. Leonardo squirmed, protesting.

“Ah, stop. This is weird—”

“Endure it. You said you were curious first. This time, you have to handle it.”

“...But my back... it hurts. It keeps rubbing—”

Hugo looked down at the beautiful figure lifting his head within his arms. Droplets clung to his lashes, trembling in the humid air. Seeing that, he clicked his tongue softly.

This clever beauty, who could easily devastate entire territories with his power, always used pain as an excuse when he wanted to escape.

Even knowing it was one of his tricks, Hugo still fell for it every time. Letting out a slow breath, he decided, like a gentleman, to propose a compromise.

“Then, let’s do this.”

He stroked Leonardo’s cheek, then immediately turned him around, pressing him against the wall. As before, he pushed his upper body forward, holding the back of his head in place. Gripping his hips, he pulled them back, then adjusted his legs—not spreading them with his foot, but pressing them together from the outside.

Leonardo followed his movements helplessly, though wary. But as the robe slid up along the curve of his hips, his thighs trembled.

“Wait, what are you—”

Cool air touched his lower body, brushing over sensitive skin. His eyes widened in sudden realization.

“...Ah.”

A heated breath escaped his lips. Hugo silenced it by pushing his tongue inside. At the same time, a heavy presence settled between his hips.

A sharp shiver ran along his spine as he braced against the wall. Moisture gathered at the corners of his eyes, trembling.

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