Adrian finally frowned.
Even now, his mind is still calmly calculating the most rational way to deal with it. Jesse Dylan's strength is above himself, and his attitude seems to be particularly determined. His resistance was clearly not going to bear fruit.
So the former knight commander did only one thing - he went to the table and turned the little stone idol to the side of the wall. His pupils were almost pitch black in the light of the candlestick fire.
Jesse seemed thoroughly amused by what he was doing. The pretty blond youth burst out laughing, as if seeing something terribly funny. He unbuttoned his light blue jacket, threw it casually on the soft carpet, and ripped the chest of his undershirt open. After all this was done, Jesse approached Adrian and deliberately let the hot and humid breath brush against the knight commander's cheek.
Adrian didn't hide, didn't move, just stood there and said nothing.
"Are you nervous?" Jesse reached out, his long fingers unbuttoning the high collar of the monk's uniform one by one. Black long coats were scattered on the ground, and then a simple white tunic. The blond youth's fingers moved deftly, the buttons slid silently, and the knight commander's chest was completely exposed - the muscles were just right, and the wheat-colored skin glowed a little warm honey in the candlelight. It can be seen that he has been well treated in the previous war, and there are no warped and bulging scars on his skin, only a lot of faint marks.
The battle-hardened knight looked a little dazed at the moment.
"What should I do now?" Adrian's voice was flat, and he raised his hands awkwardly, but finally put them down.
"You don't have to do anything." Jesse hummed. He leaned forward, pressed his face to the other's cheek, and licked the other's auricle—then, with satisfaction, he felt the skin-to-skin body tighten in an instant.
Adrian took a step back subconsciously and rammed directly into the table behind him, a little surprised on his face. "I thought… "
"Looks like you really misunderstood a lot." Jessie licked her lips and pulled her collar wider. The ice blue eyes were as clear as gems under the firelight, but the sight was like a hook, sticky and burning. "There's absolutely no way I could be the one below, my dear."
The knight commander lowered his eyes, and after a while, he compromised coldly: "Then please."
"I just like your reaction." Jesse leaned forward, bit the other's earlobe lightly, put the earlobe in his mouth, and licked it slowly. "How upright... you've never been treated like this, eh? You promised me not to lie."
The blond youth's voice became softer and more ambiguous, and the tail was raised, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.
"No..." Adrian gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly. He leaned his back against the table, put his hands back on the edge of the table, and tried stubbornly to straighten himself.
"I like this about you very much too." After the sound of wet water, Jesse backed away slightly. He pressed the tip of his nose against the other's nose and rubbed affectionately. "Honest is a good quality."
Then he kissed mercilessly.
The invasion of other people's body temperature made Adrian stunned on the spot. He is not ignorant of such things - walking on the edge of human nature, facing the various twisted desires of sinners, the Knight Commander of Judgment has dealt with countless cases of indulging in lust that led to death. He even saw the craziest and most twisted, and penned the report himself. But he was always a bystander, and no one ever kissed him.
Rather, no one had the guts to kiss him at all.
Adrian knew exactly what he looked like when he was in office, covered in blood, rational and indifferent, never wavering. If there is any difference between himself and Godwin Lopez - Adrian is more willing to abide by the morality he believes than to accept the rules glued on paper.
Cardinal Mercer once commented on this: "This is the closest you can get to 'man', my child. Don't lose this. Even if one day... We are on the side of the enemy, out of selfishness. , I still hope you can stick to your position."
"Cherish what you believe in your heart, that's your code." His teacher looked a little sad when he said this, "Ed, even though I know it's unlikely, I hope you can… "
He waited a long time at the time, but couldn't wait for the end of the sentence—a feeling that Adrian still couldn't understand. He didn't feel like he lacked anything. His heart has long been entangled by the chains of faith and restraint, and despite the stench of corpse and blood in his life, he is still able to move forward towards that point of light.
In fact, Adrian didn't think the roadside scenery was worth stopping and admiring. He can see the end of his life, and he will surely die in pursuit of his faith. The moment he ascended the position of the Judge Knight Commander, he knew that he would never be able to escape the blood-stained thorns under his feet in this life, but if the world was to continue to run, someone had to take on such a role.
The rest of my life is pain, but so what
The hypoxic dizziness tore his thoughts away, pulling Adrian back to reality—Jesse didn't just let it go, but continued the long, suffocating kiss.
The pain or humiliation he expected didn't come, only a passion so pure that it terrified him. The soft tongue poked into his mouth and slid across the palate, making his back quiver. Even if there is no actual love experience, as a person with enough experience, this thing will not make him ashamed, but...
The back of the head was firmly restrained, and the tongue plundered deftly, almost going around the entire mouth. It cruelly stirred the knight commander's tongue and made a loud tut. The irresistible heat exploded from his head, and Adrian's hands and feet felt numb. The unfamiliar feeling made him have a clear sense of resistance for the first time. However, Jesse Dylan seemed to be welded in place, unmoving.
The unfamiliar feeling that engulfed him almost suffocated him, and Adrian let out a barely audible groan.
As if satisfied with the feedback, Jesse finally broke off the kiss and let out a low laugh. The two were close to each other's chests, and Adrian could even feel the vibration of the other's chest.
There was a screeching sound of the table being pushed away, and when he came to his senses, Adrian found himself lying on the thick carpet of the prayer room, between the monk's clothes that had been removed. He gasped slightly, and his brain was a little groggy due to lack of oxygen. And Jesse put his hands beside his ears, an aggressive look down from above, and the cool golden hair spread out on the bare chest of the Knight Commander.
"First a mark," Jesse whispered, glancing at the old monk's uniform. "Don't worry about the one you imagine, I will give you a real mark."
After saying that, Jesse leaned down and sucked the skin on the side of his neck, unexpectedly not causing any pain. Then the fingertips, the other party must have used some kind of spell, Adrian thought. The hands that were wandering around seemed to have arcs, causing bursts of numbness and heat. All kinds of unfamiliar pleasures rushed up, and Adrian's scalp was numb, and for the first time he was a little helpless - he forcefully swallowed the gasps that almost overflowed from his throat, but he didn't say a word, but his brows furrowed even tighter.
No bad teasing, no humiliating pain. Jesse Dylan was eerily tender, as if they were lovers from the heart. His movements are thoughtful and gentle, without any reluctance or urgency, even giving the illusion of being cherished.
It's just a deal, Adrian thought firmly. You cannot be dominated by desire, otherwise it will be like...
It's like simply having fun.
"Don't you like it?" Jesse looked up at him, sliding his right hand up his muscular left arm, rubbing the knight commander's wrist lingeringly.
Adrian looked away for the first time.
"Don't want to see me?" Jesse asked softly, stopping the movement of her hands.
Adrian didn't answer, he really didn't know how to answer this question at this moment.
"It's okay." Jesse tore off the wide ribbon that bound her long hair, her voice sweet. "I respect what you mean - if you don't want to see me, then don't."
A cold, smooth touch clung to his eyelids. Jesse lifted Adrian's head slightly and covered his dark brown eyes with a ribbon. Adrian's vision sank into darkness in an instant—the instinct of being a warrior awakened again, and the muscles of the knight commander's body immediately tightened.
"Shh—" Jesse lowered her head, more blonde hair hanging down, her voice smiling. "It's okay, Ed. It's not torture, and it's not a dirty thing. Your douchebag won't mind."
Losing his vision, his body's touch was suddenly magnified several times. Soft warm lips, hot tongue, wet fingers wandering around, and the rubbing of skin—Adrian opened his mouth slightly, trying to inhale more of the cool night air to calm his mind keep cool.
But he just took a few breaths silently when two slender fingers squeezed into his mouth, teasing his tongue for a while.
"Why hold on?" Jesse whispered in his ear, tongue licking his auricle more recklessly. "Isn't it a good idea to accept that you are human after all? There is no such thing as absolute rationality, my dear."
He took out his fingers and caressed the other's slightly swollen lips.
Adrian was a little embarrassed, and under the uncontrollable pleasure, he could hardly exert any strength. Although he doesn't think that he can match Jesse Dylan when he is in perfect condition, the fact that he is completely incapacitated...
He's been through countless rigors of training and knows exactly how to control his every feeling. Judge the injury by the pain, and continue to act regardless of the severe pain. No matter how many injuries he suffered, he was always able to control his body freely.
But the current situation is out of control. The Dominator was someone else, and he panicked, and that panic was mixed with a strange sense of relief. The brain seems to be burning, unable to think smoothly. Adrian bit his lower lip hard, and tasted the blood in his nearly numb mouth.
He still made no sound.
"Just come here for a little trouble." Jesse kissed the other's forehead, which was dripping with sweat, "Looking at you, it looks like you're ready."
The memory that followed was shattered.
He should have been stunned by the layers of pleasure, but the will that has been honed by the battlefield for more than ten years does not allow him to do so. Adrian didn't remember how long he held on—he clutched at the scattered monk's uniform beneath him, almost scratching the sturdy fabric. His slender legs were trembling with unfamiliar desire, but his vision was still pitch black.
Not only for these emotions, he even became unfamiliar with himself at the moment.
He should be a heartless judge in life, and a blood-stained guide after death. Adrian has always been able to accurately and thoroughly interpret himself in the eyes of others, but now he is confused for the first time.
No matter what, before...
Countless noisy voices emerged from his increasingly drowsy mind.
"Mr. Cross lost his power?"
"Zhenni is on top... He hasn't recovered for so long, maybe he really has something with the devil... "
It doesn't matter, he thought.
"Did you hear that rumor? That war... Originally, Willard planned to use the Death Row Legion as bait to directly detonate the Dragon's Breath ore vein, killing Mr. Cross and his knights. As a result, Mr. Cross suddenly The loss of power caused them to temporarily change their plans."
"God, did he get the news from somewhere? He made such an excuse to retreat—"
"Willard is heretical! I don't believe Mr. Cross would collude with the higher-ups of Mooney..."
It's okay, he thought.
There was no confusion in his heart, and his spirit was the same as before. Adrian believes that no pain or guilt can knock him down, and death, on the other hand, is just the end of a dark journey. He had forgotten the last time he was truly "happy", but it was fine, just keep it that way. If there is no attachment, there will be no selfishness, and without selfishness, there will be no deviation from the road ahead.
He did have reliable subordinates and trusted friends. But he also knew what they thought. They would be buried on the battlefield - it was almost doomed, it was only a matter of time.
So if one day his life does end, it will be a matter of course. There may be sorrow in front of his body, but there will never be regret or remorse. They will honor his death as some kind of glittering glory. They will accept it as peacefully and naturally as the dead leaves that fall from the branches in late autumn.
It should be like this.
The judge knight tried to find a few prayers from his nearly blank brain, but he couldn't remember half of them. The blood was boiling all over his body, making his throat dry and dizzy. For the first time in his life, his world was shaken by another person, and it didn't mean to stop.
Some terrifying longing exploded in his chest, quickly seeping into his limbs. Adrian raised his arm with difficulty, trying to touch his smooth, hot skin. The silk satin close to his eyelids was wet with sweat and a few tears, and the clothes under him were soaked through, and he finally gasped, letting out a very low whimper amid the seemingly never-ending turbulence.
…
Even at the last moment, Adrian failed to faint. He completely lost the strength to stand up or speak. Jesse put on her underwear and swiftly cast a cleaning spell on the whole room - all the sticky liquid disappeared, and the scattered clothes became clean and fresh. But he didn't mean to remove the marks on the other's skin at all, and he didn't seem to have any plans to leave the prayer room.
The blond youth with loose hair neatly folded the scattered clothes and stuffed them under Adrian's head. Then he picked up his long coat and put it lightly over the knight commander. The candles were about to burn out, and Jesse was leaning against the table just like that, with a slight arc at the corners of his mouth.
Adrian let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
"Adrian Cross," Jesse called suddenly, "I've decided on my third request."
"Yeah." Adrian didn't open his eyes, just squeezed a hoarse response from his throat.
"Promise me, don't die easily." Jesse's voice was soft, but rarely serious.
Adrian was silent for a long time, and after suppressing the sudden sour feeling in his heart, he was finally able to speak again.
"… Hmm." With vigilance against that unknown emotion, the exhausted knight commander turned over and quickly fell asleep.
"Even so, it didn't flicker, my star." After confirming that the other party was asleep, he buttoned up his underwear and sighed inexplicably. "You're really... so cute. Do you love 'me' that much?"
He glanced at the statue of Chenni at the corner of the table—the small stone statue faced the wall with a deep and pitiful face. Jesse shook his head, sneered, and tapped the statue casually.
It cracked and shattered in an instant, leaving no powder behind.
When he woke up the next day, Adrian was the first to notice the soft pillows and blankets under him.
The sun had just risen, and the light that slipped through the window was still orange. Adrian didn't react for a while, and when he tried to prop up his body, the pain he had never experienced jerked him back to the bed, making him unable to move. To make matters worse, that wasn't the only thing holding the knight commander up—an arm was draped around his waist, hinting at pulling him back into the quilt.
"Mr. Dylan." Adrian couldn't help but frowned again, "Please let me go."
"Call me Jesse, okay?" Jesse hummed disapprovingly. He propped his head with one hand, elbows buried in the soft pillow. "Well, you were more enthusiastic last night than you are now."
Adrian gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to gasp for air—the constant soreness came from his waist, and the absurd aftermath of the night was worse than he expected. The knight commander pursed his lips, grabbed the clean undershirt lying on the head of the bed, and put it on neatly. The white cloth covered most of the ambiguous red marks on his chest and neck. I don't know if the other party did it on purpose or not. Some marks were outside the cover of the high collar of the monk's uniform.
"Plan?" Adrian asked succinctly at the bedside after quickly putting on his coat.
Jesse stretched and the quilt slid down his chest. He showed his upper body carelessly, and rubbed against the knight commander: "It's very simple, let's go and steal the magic stone from the Sword of Residual Fire. Don't, don't frown in a hurry - I think you probably noticed it, our dear Pope. The adults are testing me."
"I know." Adrian nodded and looked away from the other party's splendid golden hair.
"If I'm not mistaken, they're probably battered by Mr. Wright's staff." Jesse gave a standard smirk, "A powerful and mysterious staff, an unsolvable mystery, how perfect. They can't figure it out. The details of that staff, it is obviously more reasonable to first determine my ability."
"You want to prove to him that your vision is narrow?" Adrian figured out what the other party meant.
"Yeah." Jesse shrugged, a strand of blonde hair slipping off her shoulders. "There's nothing better to control than a pure profit-seeker. The Sword of Residual Fire isn't something anyone can use, but the magic stone on it is worth a fortune. If we do get our hands on it and get out of it - after all, we It will only be a 'powerful thief', not some 'dangerous kind of fire'."
He has power in his hand, but he does not have the vision to match it, nor does he have real power in his hand. From this point of view...
"It just happens to explain the origin of Mr. Wright's staff." Adrian habitually rubbed his chin with his hand and lowered his voice. "On the bright side, he is doing inconspicuous small tasks, and secretly aiming at powerful weapons and props. Indeed, if it is this position, everything makes sense."
"Without clear evidence, the Radhist can't confiscate the staff for no reason. Using that staff and bluffing strength as bait, Dangdang is entering the labyrinth to challenge and steal the precious magic stone - when they find that the magic stone is gone, we will Just get the staff back and run until you can't see any shadows." Jessie spread her hands and smiled and rolled her eyes. "Look, if I had to choose between 'the daring thief' and the 'devil that ravaged the world', I personally prefer the former."
"I have a question." Adrian pondered for a moment, "If it is a priceless magic stone, then there must be the possibility of secondary weaponization. Ruddism will not be so easy to give up."
"Don't worry." Jesse laughed even more happily. "Trust me, that staff isn't the first weapon to be 'bad'. Our captain's dad is much more cunning than the captain himself."
Adrien was relieved. He was about to turn and walk away when Jesse grabbed his sleeve—
"Ed." The blond young man sat on the soft bed in a relaxed and casual tone. "How is it today, do you like me at all?"
The knight commander stretched out his free hand and twisted a long blond hair from the monk's robe. He lowered his eyes to look at the overly pretty face, and there was an almost imperceptible wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
Then he shook his head slightly.
,Wonderful!
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