Aaron woke up to the rattling sound of an old window and stared blankly up at the ceiling.
It was a strange peace, like wearing unfamiliar clothes. This new bedroom, made of tangled straw, was not bad. It had been a long time since he had slept wearing nice clothes, in a nice bed, and with nice incense. That was before he went to war.
This house in Casnier has its own charm. It is sunny in the morning, and quiet and dark in the evening. He can hear the sound of water flowing in the distance and the breathing of the woman he loves nearby.
Aaron hovered somewhere between sleep and reality for a while, then woke up to the reality of Leila. Then he suddenly remembered. It had been a while since he had had 'that dream'. How shameful it had been for him to run away from the hellish battlefield filled with gunfire and smoke.
'...What's your name?'
Why did he feel defeated when he saw the enemy's intense gray eyes looking at him as he spoke like that?
'There's no need to wonder about the names of people who died today.'
Things that had always remained in his heart as lumps. Rather than being resolved, they were simply buried and covered up. He still feared the sound of the bell that rang six times a day in the city, and he lived a life avoiding the soldiers of Ramrock who occasionally walked nearby. He had already died once on the day he ran away, so his current life had no meaning except for Leila.
But the world of typists was not like that.
The war is over, Ramrock is liberated, and Dublin is falling apart. He thought that everything would end after the war, and the kingdoms would take or pay their own price, but it didn't seem to be like that. He absentmindedly put his hand on the back of his neck. He felt his dog tag.
Starting with the story that there was a bounty of 700 gold on the Dubliners, and that they had begun to capture them. Ben said that he had vouched for Aaron’s identity to people, so it would be okay, but Aaron did not easily trust the goodness of people. It was a habit that was different from his natural goodness.
Even without the 700 gold bounty, a single Dublin man with no connections would be able to slander and denounce him without batting an eye. And perhaps Ben's words could serve as circumstantial evidence.
'What could it be?'
It was a question that had been asked every day since he saw the leaflet. Why were they only now starting to look for 'Claude'? The poor soldier who had died on the turbulent battlefield. It had been a year and a half since Aaron had wandered Ramrock. In the last city, and in the city before that, he had never heard of Ramrock's new military looking for soldiers from Dublin.
It means that something has changed recently. What is it? What is the purpose of the search? Who is the searcher? If it is Dublin's influence, that would be better, but be don't have a feeling that will be the case.
'Claude' has not yet been declared dead. Dublin law requires a five-year grace period before a disappearance can be declared dead. That means that if Claude does not return to Dublin within the next three years or so, all of his assets will be legally divided among his relatives.
'Ah.'
When he thought about it that far, Aaron couldn't help but laugh. It made sense. If they assume that 'Claude' is alive in Ramrock, he could make contact with Ramrock's new military and hang Claude cleanly here, thus achieving a beautiful ending.
Even the huge bounty of 700 gold was an easily understandable logic. However, it was also a logic that could not be so stupid. The dead cannot return, so why bother worrying about them? Poor Claude.
'The greenhorns are still the same.'
For a while, Aaron was soaking in Leila's warm embrace, and things he had forgotten began to come back to him.
“Claude, there’s something wrong with Dublin. The war didn’t change people. It was just stagnant, rotten water from the start.”
“Aaron, don’t say anything. There’s still a chance...”
“I envy those guys! They have a purpose. What are we? We, without any thought, like puppets, kill if told to kill, die if told to die. What is this? What on earth do we have to fight for?”
“Aaron. Please, I beg you, just shut up. Please. Don’t make it harder for you. I know. Please.”
It felt like a noose was around his neck. It was a moment when the peace that he didn’t know how long would last was even more radiant. Aaron stroked the nape of Leila’s neck with his thumb, who was sleeping soundly and had a somewhat playful expression on her face.
How long can this happiness last?
He wants to be this happy for one more day.
Just one more day...
His hands gently rubbed the skin that formed the beautiful curves of her armpits and waist. He grabbed her buttocks as she tried to turn her body, saying, 'Aung,' and held her against his body so she couldn't run away. Despite how serious it had been just a moment ago, he, too, got an erection because he's a man.
Leila opened her eyes as he gently rubbed her buttocks, ignoring the thin fabric, lowered his head and rubbed his lips against her collarbone, and then began to suck it boldly. She smacked his forearm and grumbled in a sleepy voice.
“I have to sleep...”
"Sleep."
“Just let me sleep...”
“Just sleep.”
The sleep-drunk voice comforted Aaron's mind, but it also aroused a desire beyond impulse. He licked Leila's plump breasts with his tongue as he lay down on her body as if climbing on her. When the tip of his tongue brushed against her nipple, Leila flinched and tried to push his head away. Aaron swallowed her breasts more playfully as if swallowing them in one big bite, and sucked her breasts until her cheeks were swollen. As his diligent tongue quickly flicked her nipples, Leila's lips let out a moan involuntarily.
“Aaron, ah... ugh!”
Aaron's hand was already on Leila's vagina. His calloused fingers gently traced her mound and licked the crack. Feeling Leila's hand grabbing his hair, Aaron bit her chest and laughed softly. At the sound, Leila flinched even more and cried.
“Then please let me sleep.”
“Oh, Leila, you smell so good.”
Leila soon spread her legs, whining, "Ah, I don't know." Even with the slightest movement, Aaron's heart kept beating without stopping. He liked her who naturally allowed him, who loved him for who he was. Suppressing his impatience, Aaron moved his lips to her jaw and cheek, and as if reaching the end, he kissed her lips and slowly pushed his fingers in. The inside of her legs, which were not yet completely wet, swallowed his longest middle finger stiffly.
“Ugh.”
“Ah... Leila’s insides are always so warm.”
As Aaron gently pulled his fingers out and pushed them in repeatedly, Leila's breathing became more rapid. At first, the space between her legs felt somewhat dry, but as his long fingers rubbed and passed, it became wetter, and soon water began to flow. The one finger soon became two.
At the squelching sound, Leila covered her red cheeks and let out a whine. 'Aaron... ' Aaron found that whining endearing and used his palm to rub the space between her legs hard, just as he had inserted his finger.
Leila couldn't come to her senses as the inserted fingers rubbed the inside, and the palm shook the sensitive mound.
“Ah, oh, Aaron, uh... ah!”
“Leila, I love you.”
“I know... uh, I know. Me too, I love you too.”
Leila spread her legs a little wider and hugged Aaron's neck. Aaron licked Leila's lips with his tongue and sucked her teeth. The sound of water flowing under the man's hand mixed with her moans of 'Ah, ah, ah!' Leila begged, kissing his lips frantically.
“Put it in, put it in, Aaron.”
As she said that, she groped and pulled down Aaron's pants with one hand. Aaron moved his lips to the nape of her neck but stopped and smiled slightly, shaking his shoulders. She had become quite skilled at rubbing his erection with her hand. Leila rubbed his testicles, shaft, and tip of the shaft as if she was sweeping them, and secretly pulled them towards her.
“You said you were sleepy.”
“...Yeah. Aaron woke me up, take responsibility.”
“It’s late at night. Just wait a little bit.”
Aaron took out the finger he had inserted into Leila’s flesh and pushed away Leila’s hand that was stroking his genitals. Leila blinked regretfully and looked at him, and he thought to himself that he would have no regrets even if he just had sex with this woman and died. Aaron used all his patience to comfort her and continued kissing her.
“Just wait a little bit, just wait a little bit, and I’ll make it better for you, Leila.”
Aaron sucked her nape for a long time. Leila was holding onto his shoulders, her plump chest rising and falling. Her small muscles squeezed and released his strong back and shoulders. She closed and opened her legs, wiggled, and closed her toes. It was obvious that she didn't know what to do.
Aaron moved his lips to her nape, then to her shoulder, under her armpit, and once again to her breast, caressing it with his tongue as if sucking it, and slowly slid down to her stomach. He left precious kisses on her navel and sides as well. Leila began to struggle as if she had realized what he was trying to do.
“Aaron, just don’t do that. Aaron...!”
Aaron felt Leila's hand grab his hair, and he lowered his body with a silent laugh. He wet the cute pubic hair covering Leila's vagina with his long tongue and slowly buried his face completely inside her legs.
As he sucked hard between Leila's wet legs with his hot tongue, Leila covered her mouth and shook her legs. He caressed her cunt with one hand and caressed Leila with his tongue. As he rubbed his face and rubbed his nose until it was pressed against hers, Leila moaned as if she was almost crying and rolled her feet.
“Why... Aaron, why, ah, huh, huh.”
It was the moment when Aaron's tongue split Leila's cracked flesh. He felt something warm flowing out. He spread her thighs wider, not knowing what to do with embarrassment, and sucked and scraped the inside without thinking. One sip, two sips of her sweet excitement. He suppressed his rising excitement as he felt his tip spit out liquid.
Leila gasped for breath, not knowing what to do with the flesh that was being pushed inside her. She could already feel the saliva and love juices flowing out of her, and she couldn't bear it. She felt like she was going crazy from the feeling of the affectionate tongue that always spoke affectionately sucking and poking her in a completely unaffectionate way.
“Do you like it? It’s unusually wet today. Leila likes it, so I can’t come to my senses either.”
“Aaron, this is really too much... Sigh.”
“I feel so good. I want to stay like this all day.”
Leila, who had been glancing at Aaron with her eyes closed, spoke in a slightly irritated voice.
“Then I’ll lick that thing like that.”
'Ah.' Aaron, who had just buried his face in her thighs again, looked up at her in confusion. He had felt it before, but Leila's competitive spirit was good and difficult at the same time.
It was a strange peace, like wearing unfamiliar clothes. This new bedroom, made of tangled straw, was not bad. It had been a long time since he had slept wearing nice clothes, in a nice bed, and with nice incense. That was before he went to war.
This house in Casnier has its own charm. It is sunny in the morning, and quiet and dark in the evening. He can hear the sound of water flowing in the distance and the breathing of the woman he loves nearby.
Aaron hovered somewhere between sleep and reality for a while, then woke up to the reality of Leila. Then he suddenly remembered. It had been a while since he had had 'that dream'. How shameful it had been for him to run away from the hellish battlefield filled with gunfire and smoke.
'...What's your name?'
Why did he feel defeated when he saw the enemy's intense gray eyes looking at him as he spoke like that?
'There's no need to wonder about the names of people who died today.'
Things that had always remained in his heart as lumps. Rather than being resolved, they were simply buried and covered up. He still feared the sound of the bell that rang six times a day in the city, and he lived a life avoiding the soldiers of Ramrock who occasionally walked nearby. He had already died once on the day he ran away, so his current life had no meaning except for Leila.
But the world of typists was not like that.
The war is over, Ramrock is liberated, and Dublin is falling apart. He thought that everything would end after the war, and the kingdoms would take or pay their own price, but it didn't seem to be like that. He absentmindedly put his hand on the back of his neck. He felt his dog tag.
Starting with the story that there was a bounty of 700 gold on the Dubliners, and that they had begun to capture them. Ben said that he had vouched for Aaron’s identity to people, so it would be okay, but Aaron did not easily trust the goodness of people. It was a habit that was different from his natural goodness.
Even without the 700 gold bounty, a single Dublin man with no connections would be able to slander and denounce him without batting an eye. And perhaps Ben's words could serve as circumstantial evidence.
'What could it be?'
It was a question that had been asked every day since he saw the leaflet. Why were they only now starting to look for 'Claude'? The poor soldier who had died on the turbulent battlefield. It had been a year and a half since Aaron had wandered Ramrock. In the last city, and in the city before that, he had never heard of Ramrock's new military looking for soldiers from Dublin.
It means that something has changed recently. What is it? What is the purpose of the search? Who is the searcher? If it is Dublin's influence, that would be better, but be don't have a feeling that will be the case.
'Claude' has not yet been declared dead. Dublin law requires a five-year grace period before a disappearance can be declared dead. That means that if Claude does not return to Dublin within the next three years or so, all of his assets will be legally divided among his relatives.
'Ah.'
When he thought about it that far, Aaron couldn't help but laugh. It made sense. If they assume that 'Claude' is alive in Ramrock, he could make contact with Ramrock's new military and hang Claude cleanly here, thus achieving a beautiful ending.
Even the huge bounty of 700 gold was an easily understandable logic. However, it was also a logic that could not be so stupid. The dead cannot return, so why bother worrying about them? Poor Claude.
'The greenhorns are still the same.'
For a while, Aaron was soaking in Leila's warm embrace, and things he had forgotten began to come back to him.
“Claude, there’s something wrong with Dublin. The war didn’t change people. It was just stagnant, rotten water from the start.”
“Aaron, don’t say anything. There’s still a chance...”
“I envy those guys! They have a purpose. What are we? We, without any thought, like puppets, kill if told to kill, die if told to die. What is this? What on earth do we have to fight for?”
“Aaron. Please, I beg you, just shut up. Please. Don’t make it harder for you. I know. Please.”
It felt like a noose was around his neck. It was a moment when the peace that he didn’t know how long would last was even more radiant. Aaron stroked the nape of Leila’s neck with his thumb, who was sleeping soundly and had a somewhat playful expression on her face.
How long can this happiness last?
He wants to be this happy for one more day.
Just one more day...
His hands gently rubbed the skin that formed the beautiful curves of her armpits and waist. He grabbed her buttocks as she tried to turn her body, saying, 'Aung,' and held her against his body so she couldn't run away. Despite how serious it had been just a moment ago, he, too, got an erection because he's a man.
Leila opened her eyes as he gently rubbed her buttocks, ignoring the thin fabric, lowered his head and rubbed his lips against her collarbone, and then began to suck it boldly. She smacked his forearm and grumbled in a sleepy voice.
“I have to sleep...”
"Sleep."
“Just let me sleep...”
“Just sleep.”
The sleep-drunk voice comforted Aaron's mind, but it also aroused a desire beyond impulse. He licked Leila's plump breasts with his tongue as he lay down on her body as if climbing on her. When the tip of his tongue brushed against her nipple, Leila flinched and tried to push his head away. Aaron swallowed her breasts more playfully as if swallowing them in one big bite, and sucked her breasts until her cheeks were swollen. As his diligent tongue quickly flicked her nipples, Leila's lips let out a moan involuntarily.
“Aaron, ah... ugh!”
Aaron's hand was already on Leila's vagina. His calloused fingers gently traced her mound and licked the crack. Feeling Leila's hand grabbing his hair, Aaron bit her chest and laughed softly. At the sound, Leila flinched even more and cried.
“Because it grows.”
“Oh, Leila, you smell so good.”
Leila soon spread her legs, whining, "Ah, I don't know." Even with the slightest movement, Aaron's heart kept beating without stopping. He liked her who naturally allowed him, who loved him for who he was. Suppressing his impatience, Aaron moved his lips to her jaw and cheek, and as if reaching the end, he kissed her lips and slowly pushed his fingers in. The inside of her legs, which were not yet completely wet, swallowed his longest middle finger stiffly.
“Ugh.”
“Ah... Leila’s insides are always so warm.”
As Aaron gently pulled his fingers out and pushed them in repeatedly, Leila's breathing became more rapid. At first, the space between her legs felt somewhat dry, but as his long fingers rubbed and passed, it became wetter, and soon water began to flow. The one finger soon became two.
At the squelching sound, Leila covered her red cheeks and let out a whine. 'Aaron... ' Aaron found that whining endearing and used his palm to rub the space between her legs hard, just as he had inserted his finger.
Leila couldn't come to her senses as the inserted fingers rubbed the inside, and the palm shook the sensitive mound.
“Ah, oh, Aaron, uh... ah!”
“Leila, I love you.”
“I know... uh, I know. Me too, I love you too.”
Leila spread her legs a little wider and hugged Aaron's neck. Aaron licked Leila's lips with his tongue and sucked her teeth. The sound of water flowing under the man's hand mixed with her moans of 'Ah, ah, ah!' Leila begged, kissing his lips frantically.
“Put it in, put it in, Aaron.”
As she said that, she groped and pulled down Aaron's pants with one hand. Aaron moved his lips to the nape of her neck but stopped and smiled slightly, shaking his shoulders. She had become quite skilled at rubbing his erection with her hand. Leila rubbed his testicles, shaft, and tip of the shaft as if she was sweeping them, and secretly pulled them towards her.
“You said you were sleepy.”
“...Yeah. Aaron woke me up, take responsibility.”
“It’s late at night. Just wait a little bit.”
Aaron took out the finger he had inserted into Leila’s flesh and pushed away Leila’s hand that was stroking his genitals. Leila blinked regretfully and looked at him, and he thought to himself that he would have no regrets even if he just had sex with this woman and died. Aaron used all his patience to comfort her and continued kissing her.
“Just wait a little bit, just wait a little bit, and I’ll make it better for you, Leila.”
Aaron sucked her nape for a long time. Leila was holding onto his shoulders, her plump chest rising and falling. Her small muscles squeezed and released his strong back and shoulders. She closed and opened her legs, wiggled, and closed her toes. It was obvious that she didn't know what to do.
Aaron moved his lips to her nape, then to her shoulder, under her armpit, and once again to her breast, caressing it with his tongue as if sucking it, and slowly slid down to her stomach. He left precious kisses on her navel and sides as well. Leila began to struggle as if she had realized what he was trying to do.
“Aaron, just don’t do that. Aaron...!”
Aaron felt Leila's hand grab his hair, and he lowered his body with a silent laugh. He wet the cute pubic hair covering Leila's vagina with his long tongue and slowly buried his face completely inside her legs.
As he sucked hard between Leila's wet legs with his hot tongue, Leila covered her mouth and shook her legs. He caressed her cunt with one hand and caressed Leila with his tongue. As he rubbed his face and rubbed his nose until it was pressed against hers, Leila moaned as if she was almost crying and rolled her feet.
“Why... Aaron, why, ah, huh, huh.”
It was the moment when Aaron's tongue split Leila's cracked flesh. He felt something warm flowing out. He spread her thighs wider, not knowing what to do with embarrassment, and sucked and scraped the inside without thinking. One sip, two sips of her sweet excitement. He suppressed his rising excitement as he felt his tip spit out liquid.
Leila gasped for breath, not knowing what to do with the flesh that was being pushed inside her. She could already feel the saliva and love juices flowing out of her, and she couldn't bear it. She felt like she was going crazy from the feeling of the affectionate tongue that always spoke affectionately sucking and poking her in a completely unaffectionate way.
“Do you like it? It’s unusually wet today. Leila likes it, so I can’t come to my senses either.”
“Aaron, this is really too much... Sigh.”
“I feel so good. I want to stay like this all day.”
Leila, who had been glancing at Aaron with her eyes closed, spoke in a slightly irritated voice.
“Then I’ll lick that thing like that.”
'Ah.' Aaron, who had just buried his face in her thighs again, looked up at her in confusion. He had felt it before, but Leila's competitive spirit was good and difficult at the same time.
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