There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 2

Radia Mallarc was not perfect, but he did always look like he had a perfect life.

His family might not be the wealthiest in the world, but they were certainly in the top ten, and he--almost--never had to worry about money. He might not have ethereal appearance that would make people fall in love regardless of preferences, but no one would call him ugly either. He might not be the greatest mind ever existed in his generation, but there was time when he was called a prodigy. And he might not be the strongest esper in the world, but he was strong enough to protect himself.

So people always assumed he had a smooth life, and Radia did try to appear like so, even from a young age. While his family did not pressure him to be the best, there was a certain pressure in the society for the crown prince to do better than most people. And that kind of pressure, if not shared, was a burden for anyone.

Radia did not like to share; be it possession or stress. He was originally greedy, but also compassionate for what he owned. His parents were one of them. They were nice, very nice, and very happy. Young Radia did not like to burden his father, who was struggling with the dilemmatic decision between being an heir or a regular son, with his own stress.

So he found all kind of way to vent. Being mischievous and pranking high society by revealing their scandals was his favorite childhood pastime. When he entered his teenage years and got to explore his sexuality, that was where he vented.

Han Joon...always found that amusing. Cute, even. He wondered for a long time why he could take it seeing Radia going around being the academy’s elite slut, but it seemed to be because he knew none of those sex really mattered for Radia. Even after, when the summoner did it just to rile him up before finally gave up and ended up confessing, Han Joon could take it because he knew...

He knew Radia had a different kind of expression when jerking off to him in his bedroom.

But still, it was his sole privilege now to take care of the passion and the venting process. Which was glorious.

Even now, Han Joon still thought it was fascinating and cute how Radia became lewder the more he stressed out. There was something pure about how it started from not wanting to burden his parents with his own problem. The pureness and cuteness that only Han Joon could fathom.

And he had no intention to share it with anyone.

"Hmm..." Han Joon hummed as he felt the wet kiss over his length. Radia’s lips were almost as red as his hair and eyes, and they were especially pretty against Joon’s erection. When the pale red tongue flicked out, and the crimson eyes flicked above, Joon couldn’t hold his smirk, which rewarded him with a whole mouth over his tip. Warm and wet and playful. "Ah..."

Yeah. He had no intention to share. Especially not this kind of scenery. The view was his privilege; his reward.

It might be weird for others--shouldn’t it be Joon who serviced his sugar husband? But this was also his way of servicing his stressed-out darling; letting the man be as slutty as he wanted.

"Dee," he looked down sharply, sending shivers down his darling’s spine. "Let’s do it harder."

Even with a whole rod in his mouth, Radia managed to smile, and placed Joon’s hands on his head. The pressure from the thrust to his throat was both suffocating and gratifying. Even the tightness on his scalp from the hair-grasping.

Oh, it was heaven. It was enough to get him hard and leaking. And since he didn’t need to use his hands anymore, he could do it to jerk himself off. The multitasker that he was, moving his hands and working his mouth at the same time was an easy feat. The tears pooling in this crimson eyes were both from the sting and the pleasure, and they dropped a little bit alongside the cold spurt inside his throat and the warm one on his palms.

Han Joon pulled his dick off Radia’s mouth, and watched his husband shudder in delight with a smile across his face. The face his darling made was truly exquisite, with glazy eyes flickering end lashes fluttering; flush spread all over his cheeks, making his face look like a strawberry.

Like a blooming red flower.

It took a few seconds before Radia took a deep, deep breath that made him shudder for the last time. "Ahh..." he let out a satisfied sigh, as if his throat hadn’t just pounded with a thick dick. "Mm," the red lips spread and a tongue licked a leftover sticky fluid. "It’s cold too."

"Let me try," Han Joon chuckled and cupped the flushed cheeks gently, before planting an exploring kids where he tasted any leftover of his own discharge. "It’s warm in your mouth."

Radia laughed and Han Joon pulled the summoner to his lap, taking the cum-streaked hands and licked everything too under the warm scarlet gaze. Once they were clean, Radia grasped his husband’s face and kissed it slowly, savoring every inch of the handsome face that was only his, down to the scar he made with his own hand.

Han Joon tilted his head and stroked his darling’s back. "Feel better now?"

Radia smiled softly; a different kind from the coquettish one he had earlier. "Always," he whispered gratefully. He truly did. It fascinated him how he could calm down quickly with this man’s presence.

But then again...he remembered how people said he changed after he fell in love with Han Joon. People thought he matured, but he was just...didn’t need to vent anywhere anymore. Even after Han Joon left...

"How did you cope before?" the same thought seemed to cross Joon’s mind.

"More working," Radia tilted his head up to recall. "Smoking golden needle, drinking..."

He didn’t get back to his wild habit of fucking anything fuckable, strangely. Perhaps because he knew it wouldn’t work anymore. Not if it wasn’t Han Joon. If anything, it might only create more stress.

"At least you didn’t go to nicotine," Han Joon exhaled while rubbing the still-clothed chest.

Even if it only looked perfect, it didn’t matter.

"You need to have dinner, darling," Han Joon reminded him, but it was rather hard waking up while his dear husband drying his hair so nicely. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}