There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: [Bonus Chapter] The Flower’s Star (2)

No, he said, with a smile akin to a challenge.

It was as if he wanted to see what I would do with that rejection. This Radia Mallarc, who had never seen rejection in life before.

I wondered sometimes; should I saw that smile and those eyes at the start of it all, before I got dragged in his pace this far, would I be able to just scoff at it and left him then? Just like how I did with everyone else?

Who knows. When I came to realize it, it was too late already.

I had never been this close with everyone else but him. I had never desired someone as much as I desired him. I had never thought about someone as often as I did about him.

Within five years, without me even realizing it, his presence had grown so much inside me; inside my head, inside my heart. Without him ever doing anything but just staying there, in his silence and heavy presence.

No, he said?

If it was someone else, I would either put him down a page or just leave him to his devices–your lost, whatever.

But I couldn’t now. I already couldn’t get him out of my head. I couldn’t even fulfill my carnal needs without conjuring his image anymore.

No? I wouldn’t have that.

So I did what I do best–brazenly pressing forward. If he refused to accept me, then I’d just make it so that he couldn’t help but want to.

I was no longer just staying on his bed and occupying his sleeping place–I jerked off there. Rudely spilling my essence on his always pristine, neat bedsheet. Unapologetically leaving with only a simple wipe that did nothing for the wet stain visibly glaring at the real owner.

He wouldn’t say anything to me even then, and I would find the sheet had been changed–obviously–the next time I made a visit. It honestly started to get on my nerves how he acted like nothing happened at all. I would even feel better if he scolded me for it–I knew he would get in trouble with his father if the old man knew.

But he still faced me with that stone face of his. So I upped the game.

This time, I did it in front of him.

Actually, it was more precise to say that I did it behind him, since he had his face glued to his book on his desk, sitting with a straight back like the disciplined boy that he was. It was sexy though, since I could see the outline of his defined back muscle through the fitted exercise shirt that he wore.

If he did not react even after the audible squelching sound and my voluntary moans, I had to send some psyche-type esper to him.

Fortunately, he did. He looked back and raised his brow at my display. I thought he would just sigh or shrug and just nonchalantly go back to his book. But he turned with his chair, facing me. He leaned back, elbow propped on the armrest, and fingers supporting his temple as he watched me with deadpan eyes as if watching a live cam boy show.

Fuck–that was so hot of him.

I didn’t have to imagine anymore, since the material was right there in front of me, clothed as he was. But that straight gaze and bored attitude sent shivers down my spine. It was enough to get me hot and bothered and came there and then, as I stared at his unflinching deep, dark eyes.

It was different. For the first time, I felt deeply satisfied while reaching my peak. Even though all I did was touch myself. It took me a while to come down from the leftover tingling.

What brought me back was his deep voice. "You’re done?"

I looked at him, too satiated to feel annoyed at his bored tone. "You want a bonus show?" I asked with a smirk.

"As long as you clean it yourself," he shrugged, lacing his fingers in front of him like an observer. It got my eyes flew to the middle of his pants, and it annoyed me even more that I couldn’t spot any sign of arousal.

So I barked rather harshly as a response. "Why? Tired of cleaning up after me? Why don’t you tell me to stop, then?"

He smiled then, this motherfucker. A deep smile that got my heart jolted. "No, but I’ll be grateful if you spill it somewhere else."

"What? Like your floor?"