Hero’s Child C45(18+)

Chapter 45(18+)

The pain in my stomach felt as though a burning iron skewer had pierced through it. Squirming, I curled up, pressing hard against my abdomen and rubbing it, but the pain refused to subside. Fear clawed at my chest—the thought that something might be wrong with the babies terrified me.

“Where does it hurt so much that you’re groaning like that?”

Even his languid voice couldn’t calm me down. To cool the fever scorching my body, I desperately clutched La Epee’s hand. Anything cold—I just needed something cold against my skin.

Perhaps I looked like a mewling kitten, because La Epee reached out with both hands, cupping my cheeks and breathing cold air onto them. The faintly glowing sigil traced across his bare hand told me he was using his ability.

But that was only a temporary measure. I already knew from the doctor how to soothe this pain—
I needed to sleep with La Epee.

But what if… what if even after sleeping with him, the pain didn’t fade? Would it worsen? The mere thought of that unbearable possibility made me shudder.

My entire body felt heavy, as if soaked in waterlogged cotton. My reason was slipping away, piece by piece. Somewhere deep within, a voice echoed desperately that I had to be with him, no matter what. I wasn’t in a position to hesitate over cold or hot water—my hand was already reaching out to him on its own.

“Ah… hhh…”

“What should I do for you? Tell me.”

With a flushed face, I grasped La Epee’s hand tightly. Please, babies… please be all right.

“La Epee… sir… now… ahh… now…”

“Now what?”

“Time… hhh…”

“Time? Ah, you mean if I have it? I’ve got plenty right now. Why?”

“Then… with me…”

I bit my lip as I met his pale grey eyes. If I hold him now… will I finally feel relief? Was this truly the only way? I couldn’t tell anymore.

Sometimes, when I looked at La Epee, a strange unease welled up inside me. Only now did I realize why—something about his light, elusive aura reminded me of someone I once knew.

The image of that person kept overlapping with his. From the first time I saw La Epee, I had felt it—something oddly familiar, as if he resembled someone else I couldn’t quite name. But La Epee’s eyes held no constellation—the mark that belonged to him.

“Why do you stop midway through speaking? You should finish your words.”

Even now, as I looked at La Epee, memories of that other person swirled in my mind. Overwhelmed by my thoughts, I gasped when his warm hand covered my neck. Sweat poured down my face until I could think of nothing at all.

Another wave of pain struck, making my shoulders tremble uncontrollably. La Epee’s hand stroked my ear slowly, soothingly.

“M-me…”

“Mm? Say it.”

The babies first… I need to save the babies first. Clutching at him desperately, I whispered,

“That… us… that thing…”

“I don’t understand what you mean. Say it properly, Uichan.”

“Please… just…”

As he leaned closer to listen, I clung to him and shut my eyes tight.

“Please… hhh… hold me…”

For a moment, silence hung between us. Then his hands, still gripping me, tightened. Veins stood out along his neck as he asked in a low voice,

“…You mean sex?”

I could only nod again and again, unable to look him in the eye. Yes… please… just hold me. I clung to him desperately, trembling, as his hand slid up to the back of my head, gently stroking before wrapping around my back.

After a few firm pats, he suddenly lifted me into his arms. Pulling my outer garment up to cover my head, he wrapped me tightly and strode out of the shelter.

“Just hold on a bit longer. We’ll be there soon.”

My upper body pressed against his shoulder, but I barely noticed. All my strength went into clenching my teeth and enduring the waves of pain. My fingers clenched his clothes tightly as the sound of wind brushed past my ears.

Perhaps I fainted for a moment—when I blinked awake, my vision was hazy. The scenery had completely changed. We were indoors.

Outside, the sun had been high, but here the curtains dimmed the room into twilight. La Epee pushed the door open with long strides and laid me on the bed. The instant he stepped away, I reached out for him.

“Ah… hurry…”

“All right. But you have to take off your clothes first.”

“Hurry… please, I… hhh…”

Sweat poured down my body as I grasped him with trembling hands. He gently wiped away the droplet that trembled at the tip of my chin. His cool hand pressed against my fevered forehead and eyes.

I wanted him to do something—anything. The pain came in surges, crashing over me like waves, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Had I been crying? My eyes stung, and my sleeves were soaked—perhaps I’d been crying in his arms on the way here.

“If we bathe now… that’s probably a bad idea, right?”

“Ahh… no… just hurry…”

“All right, all right. Kidding.”

He soothed me gently, sliding his cold hand beneath my clothes. The chill made me flinch. I was burning like a furnace, while he was cool as ice water—I couldn’t help but cling to that contrast. For an instant, the pain seemed to evaporate, making my impatience flare even more.

“…But, Uichan,” he murmured, drawing me closer by the waist, “the thing is, once I start, I can’t really stop halfway. If you want me to, you need to say it now.”

His cold hand slid higher, brushing against my chest and under my arm. His breath, hot and uneven, mingled with his words—our lips hung a hair’s breadth apart. With fevered eyes, I looked up at him.

“I’m not going to stop after one or two times. Are you all right with that?”

“Wh—how long…”

He tilted his head, gaze drifting idly to the ceiling. After a moment of silent calculation, his throat rumbled with a low hum. His eyes flicked to the clock—its small hand frozen on the number three. It wasn’t even dusk yet—too early to skip dinner for sex.

But looking at me now… talking about dinner would’ve been absurd.

With a faint smile, La Epee gripped my waist.

“Hmm… I’d say… until morning?”

My eyes widened in shock. My gaze darted to the wall clock, then back to him—but before I could speak, he pulled me in by the waist, and I fell helplessly against him.

My hips brushed against his firm thigh—against the hard, aggressive bulge pressing against me.

Biting down on my lip, I clutched his clothes tightly. There was no turning back now. No other choice left. Tugging his shirt hard, I muttered through ragged breaths,

“We’ve come this far… so stop… hesitating… just…”

Just do something—please. My tear-filled eyes trembled as I begged silently. His cold white hand, like one left out in the dead of winter, brushed away my tears with such tenderness that it almost broke me.

Then suddenly, he seized the back of my neck and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss was rough enough to bruise. One arm wound tightly around my waist, and the other lifted my shirt—
Pop.

Buttons flew off and clattered against the floor.

By the time the last button rolled to a stop, La Epee’s composure had shattered. His breath mingled roughly with mine, and amidst the chaos, he whispered,

“I’ll try… to go as slow as I can.”

That must have been the beginning.

Uichan’s legs trembled where they spread apart. Everything felt alien—each place his hands touched sent shivers through his overly sensitive skin. Having never known foreplay, he didn’t understand why La Epee was touching him like this.

“Ahh… ah!”

Those cold, hard hands gripped Uichan’s arousal and stroked it firmly. Each brush of calloused skin made him gasp and arch helplessly, as if waves of static were crashing through his head.

La Epee, having stripped him bare, kissed him endlessly, leaving no inch of skin untouched. When they had fallen into that pit at the party, it hadn’t been like this. Then again, his memory of that day was fragmented—perhaps he simply hadn’t remembered clearly.

Still… this was different. The way he teased him, drawing out the tension until it almost hurt—it was maddening. Shouldn’t he just take him and finish it? But the bulge in La Epee’s trousers said otherwise—it wasn’t time yet.

A slick sound cut through the air. Uichan shuddered violently, lifting his dazed eyes to see La Epee’s molten gaze.

“How can you think of something else when I’m right here?”

“N-no… I wasn’t… ahh—”

“You’re still soft, and you want me to stop?”

He tried to twist away, but one of his legs was lifted. Between his spread thighs, pale flesh brushed back and forth, the friction sharp and unrelenting. Watching it through trembling eyes, Uichan gasped as La Epee’s hand swept up to the tip and rubbed hard.

His hips jerked—he couldn’t control his body. Soft? He was already fully erect, trembling from overstimulation to the point of weakness. And yet La Epee kept going, making him—

“S-stop… ahh…!”

Half-collapsed, Uichan bent forward as La Epee bit down on his neck hard enough to leave marks, licking over them slowly. Each drag of that rough tongue sent chills down his spine, like prey caught in the jaws of a predator.