“…Pardon?”
Xion’s voice trembled noticeably.
So he really is flustered.
Reinhild knew that humans, who boasted overwhelming reproductive power among many races, placed great importance on increasing their numbers.
Worrying over how to explain it in a way that would shock Xion less, Reinhild hurriedly tried to clarify.
“Our demon race is different from humans who give birth. We just… are born.”
Demons do not reproduce.
Because there is no need to.
When demonic energy clumps together beyond a certain amount and life settles into it, a demon is born.
A demon’s strength is determined by how much demonic energy was clumped at the start. If the amount is insufficient, what is born is not a demon but a demonic beast.
Some demons occasionally tear off a part of their body to create a duplicate or gather demonic energy into their own blood to create minions, but that could not be called “reproduction.” It was simply one special ability.
“I am not human. No matter how hard Xion tries, I cannot bear offspring.”
After finishing his explanation, Reinhild lowered his head deeply.
Even if he lowered his head while lying down, he could not truly avoid Xion’s gaze, but he still wanted to show, even a little, that he felt sorry toward Xion, who might have been expecting something.
“Rein, look at me.”
Well, if Xion told him to look, there was nothing he could do. Reinhild raised his head again and faced Xion.
Xion did not look particularly sorrowful.
Thank goodness.
“Rein.”
“Yeah.”
“I have not the slightest interest in reproduction.”
“Really?”
Xion drew Reinhild’s serious hand toward him and pressed it to his lips.
At the familiar display of affection, the expression that had stiffened on Reinhild’s face softened at once.
“Did I not say I already knew Rein was male?”
“I thought humans could bear offspring regardless of sex.”
“Why did you think I would want a child?”
“Because Xion kept trying to do reproductive acts with me.”
Only then did Xion remember that Reinhild had been calling kissing “the prelude to reproductive acts.”
At the time, Rein saying that had only seemed cute, but he had not realized that Rein saw the next step as something done solely for reproduction.
Rein had not avoided kissing because it felt good, but whenever Xion tried to go further, he had gotten scared that he would be found out as someone who could not reproduce and ran away.
Xion cursed, in his heart, the author of that “everything about humans that demons do not know” who had fed Reinhild such nonsense.
He did not even expect it to call it “sharing love.” But it could have said it was for pleasure, at least.
“This is not necessarily something done only to have a child.”
“Then why do you call it ‘a reproductive act’?”
“Only demons would call it a reproductive act.”
“?”
Reinhild felt relieved.
He did not understand all of the conversation from earlier, but if Xion had not been expecting a child, then that was a relief.
Because Reinhild did not want to see Xion looking disappointed at not getting what he wanted.
“Then you do not need it, Xion?”
“What do you mean?”
“A cute child who looks like you and me.”
“What I need is not someone who resembles Rein, but Rein. Only you.”
The romance novels that the human woman Rebecca brought ended, sixty percent of the time, with “a cute child who resembles the two human protagonists.”
So Reinhild had thought that was the final goal of humans in love. It seemed Xion was the kind of human who fell into the remaining forty percent.
“Thank goodness. I was really worried.”
“What worry made Rein feel troubled?”
“I thought that if you found out I cannot reproduce, Xion would stop giving me kisses.”
Before he could even finish speaking, Xion pulled Reinhild into his arms and kissed him.
Peck.
“Do you feel a little less worried now?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, may I continue?”
“Continue what?”
Instead of answering, Xion slowly rubbed his body fully against Reinhild’s.
They were both clearly clothed, yet Reinhild could feel heat as if their bare skin were touching.
Realizing that what Xion wanted was the very thing he had understood as a “reproductive act” until just a moment ago, Reinhild subtly pulled his body back.
He liked being pressed against Xion, but the ticklish, chills down his spine feeling was not all that pleasant.
“If it is not for reproduction, then why do it?”
“Usually, people say it is to share love.”
“Love!”
Reinhild knew well that humans clung to love, but to not only feel it and then share it too. They truly were a peculiar race.
A Demon King did not share what was his, but perhaps it was fine to make an exception this once.
Because the other person was Xion.
“Okay.”
Reinhild watched Xion draw closer, then closed his eyes with a fluttering excitement mixed with a little tension.
He had never read a book that described in detail what came after kissing, so he could not guess at all what would happen next.
But it would probably feel similar to last time, right?
The places Xion looked at burned hot, and the places his hand touched sent sharp tingles through him.
Thinking back on it made Reinhild feel strangely unsettled for no reason. He gathered both hands over his chest and fidgeted his fingers.
Because he kept thinking about that time, even their usual kiss felt different.
“Hoo…”
As Xion bit and sucked on Reinhild’s lower lip, his hand suddenly pushed inside Reinhild’s shirt.
It was not even the first time Xion’s hand had touched his body, but the unfamiliar sensation made Reinhild jolt in surprise.
He wanted to spring up, but because Xion was pressing him down, he could only squirm slightly.
“Ah, wait.”
When the gentle touch traced up from his waist and reached his chest, Reinhild hurriedly tried to stop Xion.
“My chest hurts.”
Even through the thin cloth, his nipples had lifted into a clear peak.
Already, the memory of Xion’s tongue touching them not long ago had left him highly sensitive, and now Xion’s searching inside his clothes made the fabric brush against his chest and stimulate him.
Reinhild, face bright red, tried to cover his chest, but Xion was a step faster.
When Xion slid the hand that had been holding his waist further inside, right under his armpit, his thumb brushed over Reinhild’s nipple.
“Hngh!”
Once again, Reinhild failed to thrash and leap away.
With Xion holding him, all he could do was grab Xion’s arm and push.
Of course, he did not move even an inch.
“Xiooon…”
“How does your chest hurt?”
“I do not know. D-Do not…”
The thumb that had been rubbing lightly around it as if teasing pressed down firmly on his nipple.
Reinhild disliked the sensation of trying to push down what had stiffened and risen, so he kicked his legs in a helpless tremble, but instead of escaping, it only increased the stimulation where their lower bodies were pressed together.
Not knowing at all how to control his heated body, Reinhild grew more and more frantic.
Even with his head spinning, Reinhild instinctively rubbed his lower body against Xion’s lower abdomen.
It felt strange. No, is it good? He did not know. Still, he wanted him to stop pressing his chest.
“Xion, let go, I… Hnn.”
Instead of letting Reinhild go, Xion shoved his tongue into the gap between Reinhild’s panting lips.
Reinhild reflexively squeezed his eyes shut tight.
This is bad. My body is too hot. What if I burst?
“Hngh, uh…”
He had only recently gotten a little used to breathing through his nose while kissing, but with stimulation strong enough to heat his body and the subtle pain in his chest added on, he could not even keep his wits about him, let alone breathe.
Maybe because of the tongue digging through the inside of his mouth and the stimulation in his lower body, even the hand groping at his chest began to feel different.
Hot, ticklish, sending chills through him… but it was not enough.
‘Just a little… more…’
The arm that had been pushing Xion away was now wrapped around Xion’s neck.
Reinhild, who had learned that rubbing his strangely hardened member made it feel good, pinned Xion’s thigh between his legs and began to rub himself against it.
Just as even the headache from lack of breath began to turn into pleasure, Xion pulled his lips away.
“Ahh…”
Reinhild made a regretful sound and pouted.
He wanted to pull Xion back, but his arms had no strength. All he could do was cling there, hanging onto Xion’s neck.
Restless and impatient, Reinhild pressed down on Xion’s neck again and again.
“Xiooon… My body is hot. Help me.”
“Please do not stimulate me too much, Rein.”
What was he saying? He was the one stimulating him.
Reinhild wanted to snap back, but he did not have the presence of mind for it, and he tugged on Xion’s neck again.
This time he succeeded in pulling Xion closer. With faint hope, Reinhild stared at Xion’s face as it approached him.
But contrary to Reinhild’s expectation, Xion’s lips did not head for Reinhild’s face, but lower.
Realizing that Xion was aiming for his chest again, like last time, Reinhild hunched his shoulders.
“Hngh…”
Without even lifting his clothes, Xion laid his tongue over the fabric.
As the cloth grew damp and clung to his chest, the sensation raised goosebumps.
Unlike the tongue that soaked the fabric, the hand that had been wandering over his bare skin inside gathered up the flesh around his chest and gripped it.
When Xion bit down on the swollen flesh and rubbed the nipple at its center with his tongue, Reinhild’s hips jerked.
“Haaah, Xiooon…”
Just as the unfamiliar pain in a chest that had never felt stimulation beyond a sword being driven through it began to turn into pleasure, Xion’s other hand slipped inside Reinhild’s underwear.
That hand forced its way between Reinhild’s thighs as he squeezed his legs together and twisted, then slowly stroked the delicate inner flesh.
“Hn, ha… Hngh, wait…”
And the instant Xion’s fingertips brushed up along Reinhild’s erect member, Reinhild felt as if the lights in his head went out with a pop.
“Hng, hng…!”
Reinhild, eyes wide in pure shock, lifted only his head while lying down and looked toward his lower body.
Through the gap made by Xion’s hand still inside his underwear, he could see the state of his lower body all too clearly.
Even the sticky white fluid clinging inside his underwear, dripping down in slow drops.
“…!”
Reinhild’s face turned so red it looked as if it might explode.
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