Reverse Dungeon

Such a kind person.

Keith licked the length of Ian's cock, sealing his lips around the shaft. With his other hand, he kneaded his balls before tracing along the perineum, searching somewhere deeper.

"Ah—ah..."

Ian's body slid down in the chair.

His waist curled inward, and his spread legs searched helplessly through the air for balance.

Keith caught the ankle that fit neatly in one hand and guided it onto his shoulder.

So Ian could step on him if he wished.

Once both legs were draped over Keith's shoulders, the space between Ian's thighs opened completely before his eyes.

It was a pleasing sight.

"Keith, wai—Keith... ngh!"

"Yes. Shall I kiss it for you?"

Smack.

Keith pressed a kiss to the sensitive tip.

Even that brief stimulation drew a gratifying reaction from Ian.

Every time the head twitched, fluid leaked out and ran down the shaft.

The moisture dampened the tightly closed entrance below, and the wrinkled flesh there trembled at the contact as if ticklish.

Keith could not tear his eyes away from this mysterious chain of reactions.

His throat went dry.

"Which place do you like? ...Here?"

"Ahh!?"

Smack.

The moment Keith kissed the shaft, Ian's head tipped back.

Since both hands were clutching Keith's head, there was no danger of him falling.

It only made the pale curve of his neck look all the more tempting.

"Or perhaps here?"

Smack.

"Ah!"

"No, it must be here..."

Smack. Smack. Smack...

The lips exploring the tender entrance began moving with deliberate intent.

His hardened tongue pushed into the opening and stirred inside.

"Nngh... nngh...!"

The moans thick with pleasure sounded slightly different from Ian's usual voice.

Keith loved the bold and brilliant ruler that Ian was.

He loved the sight of him melting in pleasure and trembling in his arms.

He worshipped his compassion toward others, and admired the eyes that looked toward an ideal world and the cold judgment that guided it.

Ian was someone chosen by God.

Keith had known it from the moment they first met.

The instant their eyes met.

When Ian saved him and slew the evil pursuing them.

There had not been a shred of doubt in his heart.

The uncertainty he had carried all his life vanished, and where the dark clouds parted, there was light.

As the sun banishes shadows, he simply knew.

His usefulness had not yet ended.

God had left his sword in this world for a reason.

Keith had to spend the rest of his life protecting Ian.

He rubbed Ian's wet entrance with his fingers.

"...Haa, ah—slowly..."

"Do not tense up. You're soft enough already. Three fingers should fit."

"No. Don't. Slower..."

"Are you frightened? Shall I lick you a little more?"

"No, it's not because I'm scared."

Ian, who had been sniffling with a reddened nose, answered with a serious expression.

Keith nearly laughed.

"I know. What could possibly frighten you?"

"You know and you keep saying things like that... nngh..."

"Well done."

"Haaah..."

He looked like a child struggling to breathe.

Giving Ian time to take deep breaths, Keith rubbed his forehead against his thigh.

He finds the process of relaxing difficult.

But if he did not prepare him thoroughly now, it would only be harder later.

Keith did not want to hurt Ian.

He wanted him to receive nothing but comfort.

"It's all right. They're fully inside. ...I'll move just a little."

"Could you maybe—ah!—just—nngh—keep your mouth shut..."

"Do you dislike hearing my voice?"

"Who said that? It's what you're saying that's the problem—ah!"

"So you do like my voice."

Keith felt satisfaction settle into his words.

He withdrew his fingers.

Then he rose to his feet and pushed himself inside before the stretched opening could close.

"Nngh!"

Ian was pressed down until he was nearly lying back in the chair.

The soft flesh of his hips struck Keith's pelvis.

The narrow entrance clenched around him.

Keith let out a breath.

"I am happy..."

"Ah! You never listen to what I—"

"Please forgive me..."

"What is there to forgive—ahh!"

"Haaah..."

Gripping the rattling chair, Keith increased his pace.

It felt as though his brain might melt.

"Ah! Ngh!? S-slower...!"

"I will... try."

"Don't try—just do it!"

"That is difficult. Forgive me..."

"Nnghh..."

As he repeatedly pressed against a sensitive spot, Ian shuddered violently before suddenly drawing Keith in with desperate intensity.

"Ah, Ian..."

The twitching inner walls seemed to chew at him, guiding him deeper and deeper, toward ever greater pleasure.

Their touching skin grew slick with sweat.

The body that had once been rigid with tension melted into Keith's embrace like wet cloth.

Every curve and contour fit together without the slightest gap.

The two bodies clung together as though they belonged to a single person.

So closely that Keith could feel even the smallest tremor of pleasure running through Ian.

"W-wait, I'm...!"

"Ah."

Ian's release spilled across Keith's lower abdomen.

The emotional exhilaration amplified the physical pleasure.

Keith pulled Ian into his arms.

Then he emptied himself deep inside him.

For a long time, only the sound of their breathing filled the space between them.

Their bodies remained pressed together.

Keith felt he could stay like this forever.

If heaven existed, surely it was here.

Ian was the one who finally broke the gentle silence.

"...We were doing maintenance, remember? We can't just fall asleep like this."

"Yes. I am not sleepy at all. I believe I could continue the maintenance."

"Not that kind of maintenance. And I already know you're not tired..."

Keith had not lost an ounce of strength.

Ian, who was still holding him inside, must have noticed as well.

"What other maintenance is required?"

"For example, whether you're taking proper care of the artifact I gave you."

"Ah, that precious item you entrusted to me. I always carry it with me. Shall I show you?"

The moment the word show left his mouth, Ian flinched.

The inner walls tightened with him, and Keith nearly groaned.

"I don't think that's necessary. I trust you."

"It is an honor. Then there is no problem."

"No problem."

"..."

At that moment, Ian's body shifted again around him.

For Keith, that was a problem.

And Ian seemed to notice it too.

"Then... are you going to pull out now?"

Ian said it as if it were the simplest order in the world.

To Keith, it was not simple at all.

The master he admired devoted himself passionately to his work and never wasted his time.

Even rest was allotted only as much as necessary to restore his body and mind.

Keith had always believed that was how a ruler should conduct himself.

But watching Ian had changed his mind.

Is this not overwork?

Was a society sustained through the sacrifice of one person truly right?

If someone had asked Keith that question before, he would have answered without hesitation.

Yes.

Because sacrifice was sacred.

As Commander of the Holy Knights, Keith had never hesitated even when duty led straight to death.

Keith Moore had died alongside his family in a ruined village.

The man who survived was a knight who had dedicated the life God granted him back to God.

But what about Ian?

Was his sacrifice righteous?

No.

It was not.

Keith reached that conclusion without conscious thought.

Those who could see farther bore greater responsibility.

Those who possessed greater strength bore greater obligation.

That was why Keith despised rulers who neglected their kingdoms and treated the sacrifices of their followers as something natural.

Because they had failed to fulfill their duty.

Ian was a brilliant ruler and God's messenger.

Someone like him carried responsibilities worthy of such a role.

Yet Ian had fulfilled every one of them.

He protected the dungeon.

He drove back the forces of evil.

He kindled an inextinguishable hope in the hearts of those who looked to him.

A flame that would never go out as long as he remained alive.

And now, gathered around that flame, they were dancing and singing.

Before entering this dungeon, Keith had never seen people singing out of pure joy.

"The festival is not over yet."

"..."

"Would you be more comfortable if I were not beside you?"

"No."

Ian sighed.

Keith deliberately spoke again like a favored lover.

"Could your work not wait until the festival ends? Those outside celebrating their victory surely have things [N O V E L I G H T] to do as well. Would you tell them to abandon the festival and return to work first?"

"Why have you suddenly become so talkative?"

Instead of answering, Ian complained.

"Perhaps because I serve such an excellent master."

"Yeah? Keep talking back like that."

The threatening tone was adorable.

The growing problem below made Keith's situation difficult.

Ian bit his lip.

"Fine. Then pull out first."

"..."

Keith obeyed without further resistance and withdrew.

Ian's body tensed, then relaxed.

The opening that had been stretched wide slowly drew closed again.

Keith found every part of the process regrettable.

Then Ian stood up from the chair.

"Now you sit."

"Yes?"

"You did whatever you wanted, so now it's my turn. You think you're the only one who's good at this?"