IYAMD: Episode 59

Jaha, who was surprised by those words, missed the moment to push him away. The man who had been waiting for the opportunity to kiss him again licked his lips with his tongue and pushed in.

Jaha had a rough idea of what he was going to do. But he didn’t say he would have the baby right away. Was it a mistake to say yes when he saw his eyes turning red?

Jaha twisted his head to avoid him who was advancing so aggressively.

He had no intention of breaking his promise. But not right now, not right now!

Jaha put his hand on his chest. He could have pushed him away if he wanted to, but the man licking the roof of his mouth was somehow so pitiful that he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Since they’ve kissed many times, he thought it wouldn’t be a problem if they did it one or two more times. Despite being rough, he didn’t touch any other places, which was also the reason why Jaha couldn’t act cruelly. He thought that he would stop when he was satisfied to some extent.

But as the kiss dragged on, he began to feel that something was wrong. The man licked the roof of Jaha’s mouth persistently, and then rubbed his tongue over the inside. He dug in sideways, lifted Jaha’s tongue, and suckef hard. The base of his tongue tingled.

“Ugh.”

When Jaha let out a sound without realizing it, he smiled slightly while keeping his mouth against his. Marsilia covered Jaha’s face with his large hands and slowly moved them downwards.

He could sense impatience in the way his hands ran over his shoulders, back, and hair. That’s why he couldn’t push him away this time either.

But it was also true that the kisses and touches were becoming increasingly persistent and burdensome. Jaha twisted his body to escape from him, but was quickly dragged back.

A large chest and thick arms hugged Jaha tightly. The man, who supported the nape of his neck with his hands and tilted his head back, moaned softly as he pushed his tongue in deeper.

Every time he moved his tongue or lips, a sloppy sound spread out lewdly from the place where they touched. Ja-ha frowned as his lips, which had been b itten so many times, began to hurt faintly..

They were both out of breath. He was out of breath because the man wouldn’t let his lips leave his, and Marsilia was probably aroused.

He remembered a bull he had once seen in a city. The bull was snorting like a bull that had defeated several challengers.

‘Isn’t it time to stop now? I feel like I’m starting to reach my limit.’

He stared intently at the face of the man who was absorbed in kissing him.

The man’s brows were loose and his tightly shut eyes looked deeper than usual.

His eyebrows twitched slightly above his prominent brow bone. He thought the movement was similar to the man’s tongue, but his body froze the moment his hand dug under the hem of his tunic.

When the hand that had suddenly touched his side, Jaha decided he couldn’t bear it any longer.

His hand moved quickly and tapped the man’s acupoint. Jaha escaped from the man’s stiff arms and wiped his swollen lips with the back of his hand.

He sucked and licked it so much that saliva was dripping down.

“What did you do?”

He asked in a low growl, panting heavily. His dark green eyes sparkled strangely. Jaha sighed quietly upon seeing that.

“Cool your head down”

He pulled his body, as hard as a rock, towards him and placed his head on his thigh. He covered Marsilia’eyes, Which were glaring at him with his palm, and the thick eyelashes moved quickly and tickled his palm.

“Go to sleep, wake up and talk again.”

“You…”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here.”

He felt the eyelashes that had been touching his palm turn downward. Marsilia muttered in a much more composed voice.

“I can’t trust you.”

Jaha quietly laughed. It was a complaint that wasn’t worth responding to. So, Jaha moved the hand that was covering his face and struck him on the nape.

If he hits too hard, the person would die, so he only struck hard enough to make him faint. After a weak moan, Marsilia fell silent.

It was only then that Jaha let out a deep sigh and straightened his back. He had put the man to sleep, so he had intended to meditate, but his swollen lips were sore.

When he ran his tongue over his lips, the painful sensation grew stronger. He remembered the feeling of the man’s lips, which had been softer than usual, brushing against his.

The sensation of the rough biting and the hurried, desperate tongue slipping inside seemed to vividly resurface. Jaha trembled and opened his eyes.

Today seemed to be a lost cause. He felt that if he made a wrong move, he might enter a state of confusion. So, Jaha decided to stop meditating and instead, he glanced at the man who was lying on his side, resting on his thigh.

The unconscious man wore a calm expression. It was frustrating, but when he thought of how the man had been suffering a few days ago, it was better for him to be at peace. Sleeping peacefully was better than the grimacing expression he had when in pain.

Jaha gently brushed aside the man’s golden hair. Unlike when they were in the imperial palace, his hair, which wasn’t slicked back, felt soft like silk. The fine, shining strands of hair slipped easily between Jaha’s fingers.

It was like the golden sand of a desert he had passed through while crossing the Eastern Continent. The dry, fine sand that reflected the sunlight so brightly it was almost blinding.

While Jaha was playing with the man’s hair, he caught sight of his own his fingers. Looking at his bony, emaciated fingers, a sigh escaped his lips.

Both swordsmanship and martial arts were based on having strong muscles and bones. Internal energy was important, but basic strength, speed, and posture all came from muscles.

Muscles could be strengthened with internal energy, but it only worked if the basics were already somewhat in place.

Jaha’s internal energy was about 70% restored, but most of his muscles had been lost. After living without proper meals for three years, it was only natural.

Since learning of the situation in the Yu household, Jaha had lost his appetite. He couldn’t even taste food anymore. Since nothing tasted good, he ate much less.

It was better when he was blinded by the desire for revenge.

He had a goal then.

Back then, he ate just to fill his stomach for revenge, and his body was kept active by constant battles, so his muscles were somewhat maintained.

But things became a problem after he crossed to the Western Continent. He couldn’t communicate, and he didn’t have any of the local currency. Naturally, there were more days he went hungry than when he ate. Over time, his appetite diminished even further.

During the two years he traveled across the Western Continent, his muscles slowly disappeared, and now they were practically gone. Recently, someone had been providing him with meals, so his weight had increased, but the problem was that he wasn’t moving much.

Since he didn’t have time to train, Jaha’s body had become quite soft.

He absentmindedly touched the soft flesh that had slightly developed on his thin arms and sighed again.

Using internal energy to supplement muscles had clear limits. Even in his fight with the Minotaurs, Jaha had mostly relied on his illusionary sword technique.

Without muscles, it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to achieve the desired speed.

Fortunately, because of Marsilia’s abilities, his internal energy had been gradually restored throughout the battle. Come to think of it, the man’s abilities were more impressive than he had initially realized.

After crossing the Western Continent and exhausting his body, Jaha had used his spiritual essence to sustain himself. But now, thanks to Marsilia’s abilities, it had been fully restored, and his inner energy had been partially replenished.

However, after about 70% recovery, the amount of inner energy being restored had become negligible, and it seemed that he would need to cultivate more inner energy through breathing exercises. But the problem was that he couldn’t fully focus on training.

As Jaha continued to think, he sighed once again. Was recovering his muscles even meaningful? Was there any point in rebuilding his inner energy?

He hadn’t felt the need to recover his muscles. When he first woke up in Marsilia’s palace, he was too out of it to think about it.

But even after his mind had cleared up, he had just lay there quietly, breathing.

He didn’t want to do anything. At that time, he thought even breathing was difficult, so training was out of the question.

So now? Jaha silently asked himself.

Did he want to rebuild his body?

Without answering, Jaha focused once again on the soft strands of hair.

The warm body temperature on his thigh and the soft sensation on his fingers felt pleasant.

Jaha blinked quietly and began recalling everything he had seen since he had come here.

The large back that had been at the forefront, protecting and encouraging the knights. The golden hair fluttering in the wind, the red cloak, and the reflection of the sword he had raised high.

The brilliant green light that spread from around the man, the urgent hands reaching out to fallen comrades, and the faces of knights clenching their teeth as they lifted shields.

Jaha asked himself again.

Did he want to grow stronger?

No, that was no longer necessary. Yu Jaha hadn’t been able to protect a single person he had wanted to protect.

So, did he want to keep living?

After a long while, Jaha finally reached a conclusion.

For him, there was no real reason to live.