ORCA 92

Until now, Orca had lived without sexual desire. It wasn’t that he had less than others; it was as if it had been completely gouged out and was empty. He only felt an intense instinct to kill.

Even basic survival needs like hunger and the need for sleep were secondary. He had long given up on the need for sleep because he could barely sleep unless he was in the ocean, and he had never been hungry enough to feel the need for food, so his appetite was also minimal. He ate not because he wanted to, but because it was necessary for consumption.

Because of the teachings that he must constantly suppress his instinct to kill, his desire to tear everything apart grew day by day. However, after meeting Niah, something similar to an appetite had been added. It was an unidentified emotion.

Children of noble families received sex education from private tutors. Usually, it was just a matter of acquiring basic knowledge over a few days around puberty, but Orca had to attend repetitive lessons every year until he entered the military academy. This was because his parents wanted to be prepared for any potential accidents. They worried that their child’s irrational desires might overheat in a different direction.

The tutor who had been given special instructions provided information that was excessively detailed and granular. However, Orca didn’t show much interest. Even during the period when he should have developed curiosity about sexual intercourse, he felt no interest. Unlike his parents’ worries, he hated everything that touched his body, so there was no room for an “accident” to happen. It was fortunate if he didn’t kill someone just for being annoying.

If they hadn’t kept him tied up for hours at a time for character education, dozens more of the mansion’s servants would likely have been killed or mangled. As if rebelling against the excessively overwhelming information and pressure that caused repulsion, even his normal emotions or desires were bundled together and sealed during his childhood.

So, even Orca himself was bewildered by this situation. He didn’t know how to take the fact that Niah felt sexual desire for him. He was surprised, as he hadn’t even thought that Niah would have sexual desires in the first place.

Orca, who lacked natural desires, showed extreme curiosity. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t curious when he heard the goldfish had dreamed of kissing him and even masturbated. The fact that the partner was him made him more interested than ever. It was as if Niah had stepped up and greased a knot that had been tied tight all this time.

“I see…. So you did something like that with me….”

“I-in the dream!”

“Was touching yourself in the dream, too?”

“Yes? No, I….”

Orca ignored Niah, who was desperately trying to defend his lower half, and suddenly reached out his hand. His large hand grabbed the sex organ hidden beneath the pants. He dug into the clinging thighs and touched him deep enough to be excessive. It was an unhesitant touch. If he tried to hide it, he only wanted to know more. The already half-erect organ became taut from his intimate contact. Niah, who had been staring blankly with his eyes wide, fled belatedly. With a cry of “Eek,” he pulled back, but was immediately caught again.

“Come here.”

Without time to resist, he was lifted into the air by Orca. The arm supporting his buttocks and fixing his back only fell away once they headed toward the sofa. Sitting on Orca’s lap in a face-to-face position, Niah fidgeted. He had a bad feeling that things were definitely going to get complicated.

Orca swiftly grabbed the goldfish trying to escape from him. He grasped his pelvis and pressed him down. With a single word, “Don’t go,” he made him docile and pulled him in tight.

With Niah’s knees touching the backrest of the sofa, his bulging sex organ was positioned against Orca’s hard stomach. Startled by the feeling of being pressed, Niah pulled down his rolled-up shirt. His fully erect organ hurt even more than it had that morning.

The person who had caused this predicament, Orca, was focused on something else first. He wrapped his arms around Niah’s stiff back and leaned in close.

“Tell me how you did it in the dream.”

“Yes? No, just… just, we only kissed…. We didn’t do anything else. It’s true….”

“So. Tell me how you just kissed.”

“Yes…? Just, mwah, mwah….”

Niah was confused about whether he was being mocked or if everything was being laid bare and he was being scolded. The whispering voice was clearly gentle, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being reprimanded.

His flushed body was radiating heat. His fully engorged organ was now painful, beyond just hurting. He couldn’t bring himself to look at his master. He felt embarrassed by the fact that everything he had done was eventually found out. In the midst of this, he resented his lower half for not subsiding. He felt like the crying he had painstakingly stopped was about to burst out again.

“I really don’t know just by words, Niah.”

Just, mwah, mwah. There was no way to explain it beyond that. He couldn’t tell him that his master’s tongue was soft and warm like a peach and sweet like honey, and that his lips were firm yet smooth, making him want to keep bumping them against his. He could absolutely never admit that he had been clinging to him and begging because he liked that feeling.

If he said such things out loud, he might faint from shame or turn completely red all over. He was already so hot that he wanted to rip off all his clothes. It wouldn’t have been strange if he had burned to a crisp, like a cookie left in the oven for too long.

On top of that, when he thought about the dream, his lower abdomen began to ache. It had grown on its own without him even touching it, and a sensation of ejaculation was rushing in. It felt like he would spew out a milky liquid at the slightest touch.

I’m such a pervert….

As Niah hesitated and stared only at his fingers, Orca whispered, urging him again.

“Do it. What you did in the dream.”

“Yes…. Yes?”

Only then did he look up. His light Dazzling-colored eyes, meeting Orca’s dark eyes which lacked even a hint of playfulness, fluttered weakly. He wasn’t sure if he was hearing his master correctly. Niah reflected on Orca’s demand and asked again.

“What… what should I do…?”

“Kiss me.”

“Yes? N-no! I can’t, that was just a dream,”

“Go ahead.”

Orca had no intention of cutting Niah any slack. Rather, he was enjoying it. If he could, he felt like he wanted to split that small head in half and see what was inside. He wanted to make not only last night’s dream but also the situation from this morning, where he masturbated thinking of him, all into his own memories. However, since he had no ability to turn back time, he felt he would only feel satisfied if he saw it for himself now. Orca pressed him, asking repeatedly, “Hurry, quick, when are you doing it? When are you doing it for me?”

Niah wrinkled his nose. It was difficult that his master wasn’t teasing him, but was being sincere. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to—in fact, the desire to do so was much stronger—but he didn’t have the courage to immediately press his lips against him. But there was one more problem left unresolved to just sit and hesitate. He felt that the area beneath his underwear had become damp.

It hurts. It feels like it’s going to burst….

Niah leaned his body toward Orca, who was a hand’s breadth away. He used the hand that had been gripping his own shirt hem to steady himself on Orca’s stomach and approached slowly. Orca could not take his eyes off the goldfish approaching him. He widened his eyes to not miss a single moment. He could see the dense eyelashes trembling and the stiff expression caused by tension. His feverish breath brushed gently against his lips. There was no room for boredom in the long, drawn-out wait.

Niah squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the muscle pressed under his palm twitch. At the same time, he quickly pressed his lips to his and pulled away—mwah. Compared to how long he had hesitated, it was an incredibly short moment. It was an act so instantaneous it was hard to even call it a kiss. However, Niah, relieved as if he had accomplished a great task, heaved his shoulders. Was that it? That must have been enough, right? He reassured himself and slowly opened his eyes.

“Is that it?”

His master was watching him from right in front of his nose. An answer did not readily come to the question of whether that was it. His head went blank looking at those exquisite features illuminated by the afternoon sunlight. He should have said “Yes,” run away to his room, and somehow taken care of his sex organ that was on the verge of exploding, but a different answer popped out of his mouth.

“No….”