IYAMD 81

IYAMD 81

For a week after that, the camp was in turmoil because of ballistas’ construction. Jaha and Marsilia used their swords to chop the wood the knights had brought into smaller pieces, while the other knights simply trimmed the wood and assembled it with the parts Gerald had brought.

In just one week, approximately thirty ballistas were built.

It was quite a number. However, it felt a bit lacking when compared to the appropriate number to deal with the dragon. It was just a shame that they couldn’t make more because of the size of the cliff.

Since there were a lot of people, there were a lot of hands, so they took turns sparring or doing individual training. Jaha and Marsilia only participated in cutting the wood on the first day, and the rest of the time was spent on individual training.

Jaha, who had been consistently meditating, succeeded in breaking through. Thanks to Marsilia’s divine power, he could feel that his inner energy had increased compared to before he succumbed to Qi Deviation.

But even so, there was still a lot of inner energy dormant in Jaha’s dantian.

It would have been better if he had a little more time. If he rushes too much, he might succumb to Qi Deviation again, so he would try slowly when he has time.

Marsilia was standing guard, and after Jaha’s meditation, he began to practice in his own way. He was steadily practicing filling her body with aura, but he had not yet achieved any real results.

While he was training, Jaha worked hard on his ​unauthorized copy​physical training. He did push-ups in different positions hundreds of times, and did sit-ups and jumping jacks until Marsilia opened his eyes.

After practicing like that until the evening, he went to the stream with Marsilia to wash. He must have felt quite refreshed after experiencing it once, and before he knew it, he was leading the way ahead of Jaha.

Even now, Jaha was being dragged to the stream by Marsilia, holding his hand. For some reason, at times like this, he was always dragged as if he didn’t want to go. In reality, he didn’t really hate it, but it was because Marsilia was walking too quickly.

A bright moonlit night. The two took off their clothes while listening to the sound of trickling water. This was because every time they went in with their clothes on, they were scolded by Malek.

Neither of them could say anything to Malek, who grumbled that the smell of wet laundry left out in the summer would never go away. They knew that he was struggling to help with ballistas’ while also taking care of the two of them.

The reason they came out later than usual was because they thought it would be easier to take off their clothes in the dark at night.

To be honest, Jaha didn’t think it would be strange for me to take off my clothes in front of Marsilia. However, after seeing his body in wet clothes, he started to feel a bit awkward.

Why can’t we do it separately? Why on earth do he insist on sticking together?

He turned my back on Marsilia and took off his clothes, then sighed without realizing it.

The preparations for battle were almost complete. Marsilia had given [stolen content]the knights, who had been working hard, some rest, and in three days, the two of them were planning to lure the dragon together.

Despite the anxiety of the situation, Jaha found himself distracted by something else. The presence of the man undressing behind him kept him on edge. Even though the temperature had dropped slightly as night fell, it was still a warm summer evening, and there was no real chill. So why was his back covered in goosebumps?

Jaha hurriedly stripped off his clothes and entered the water first. The cold mountain stream felt refreshing him as he submerged himself. When Jaha surfaced, he roughly swept the wet hair from his face and turned toward the man who was still standing outside the water.

While Jaha swam with his body submerged to his neck, the man remained standing awkwardly, naked. A faint reflection of the moonlight was visible on the man’s body as it cast over his back. Though the darkness was intense, and the brightness was faint, Jaha could clearly see the man’s body. He even saw his name faintly glowing on the left side of his chest, near his heart.

Jaha was captivated by the mysterious, golden glow of the mark that could not be explained by words. His gaze wandered back to the man’s body. He followed the contours of his broad shoulders, well-developed chest muscles, and the outline along his ribs. As Jaha lowered his gaze, he was startled and rose from the water without realizing it.

What was that? A large, club-like object was stiffly sticking up between the man’s legs.

Jaha, startled and holding his breath, saw the man awkwardly smile. The sight of his face, with glowing green eyes and shining white teeth, was grotesque.

“Won’t you come in?”

Jaha found himself wishing the man would just submerge himself in the water. Maybe then the frightening sight would be less visible.

“Is it okay to go in?”

The man, who looked as though he had been dipped in ink, asked breathlessly. Jaha took a few more steps backward into the water, distancing himself, and raised his hand.

“Just there.”

The man smiled softly. Only then did he begin walking slowly into the water where Jaha had indicated. Jaha quickly averted his gaze. Every time the man moved, that terrifying thing between his legs bobbed up and down.

As the man slowly parted the water, Jaha’s heart raced. He could feel his heartbeat quickening as the sound of his movements drew closer. Jaha, his eyes trembling as though he had seen a ghost, reached out in panic.

“I said stay there!”

Marsilia, startled by Jaha’s scream, stopped in place. Then, with a quiet sigh, he muttered to himself.

“You don’t have to be so disgusted.”

Jaha, who had unconsciously looked back at him, trembled and quickly lifted his head. The man, who had entered the water up to his thighs, still had that terrifying thing standing upright between his legs.

“Why is it still standing like that?”

Why is it so big? At Jaha’s question, Marsilia, while submerging his body in the water, responded.

“Didn’t I tell you before that I would get hard every time I see you naked?”

Jaha barely turned his gaze towards him. Nevertheless, for some reason, the distance between them gradually increased.
“Is it okay for it to grow like that?”
Jaha saw another person’s genitals for the first time. In the Eastern Continent where Jaha lived, it was common to bathe while still wearing clothes. They would wear thin underwear made of linen and soak their bodies in water mixed with perfume.
Moreover, he never bathed with others. When he was young, there was a bathroom next to Jaha’s room, so he always bathed alone, and even when he was out with my master, he never bathed with anyone.

Jaha, who had never felt sexual arousal before, had never even seen his own genitals grow. He only had the kind of knowledge that everyone else knew. He never even thought that they could grow like that.

“It will go down over time.”
When he Marsilia whispering, he let out a sigh of relief without even realizing it.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Marcilia quietly responded to what Jaha had said.

“Can I get closer now?”

“No.”
It was obvious that it would grow even larger if it got closer.

As Jaha flailed in panic, his wet hair hit the surface, splashing droplets everywhere.

“I’ll just go along with it.”
That shameless man is just doing whatever he wants.

“I don’t like it”
“Do you hate it that much?”
Jaha couldn’t respond to his question for a moment.

As he hesitated at the sulky-sounding voice, he began to cut through the water and approach.

Marsilia reached out to Jaha, who was just a short distance away. He curled Jaha’s hair around his fingers.

Marsilia lifted his wet hair and kissed it.
He couldn’t speak for a moment because he was worried about whether it was okay to tell him not to do that either.
Since he’s not getting closer it’s okay. The man, reading the brief hesitation, chuckled softly and whispered.

“I’m glad that the moments you hesitate are increasing.”

The man’s voice was almost inaudible, drowned out by the sound of the water.
“If you had hesitated just a little longer, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back.” Marsilia rubbed his cheek with the fingers wrapped around his hair.

He closed his eyes for a moment, he felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest.

At the sound of Jaha taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and asked.

“Is it okay if I hold you for just a moment? I want to feel your bare skin.”

The man, still kissing his hair, made him cautiously shake his head. He couldn’t do it too vigorously because he was holding his hair tightly with his fingers.

Marsilia, seeing Jaha who couldn’t even step back, slowly approached. Before long, the water was parting, coming close enough to hit his bare skin.

The waves that touched his body brushed against his skin like a tickle and flowed away. His body trembled. For some reason, he also felt as if the hair he had grabbed was being pulled tighter.

Since he is getting closer, it shouldn’t be uncomfortable, but his scalp is getting tighter and tighter.

Marsilia lifted Jaha out of the water. Startled by the hand that slipped in between his armpits, Jaha recoiled, and the man chuckled softly as he stood up with him.
The man’s breath soon reached near his cheekbone. He slowly slid his warm palm along the body that had cooled in the cold water. As Jaha shivered at the unfamiliar sensation of the wet skin, he kissed his the corner of his eye and whispered.

“Cold?”

“No…, I’m…scared.”
He almost blurted out that he hated it. But if he were [stolen content]to say that he hates it now, that man will definitely get hurt. He didn’t want to see him get hurt anymore.

Even if he couldn’t actively do something for him, he at least didn’t want to see him get hurt.

The lips brushing against his eyes were hot. His breath, too, flowed hotly along Jaha’s cold cheek.