TYND 90

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Wet slapping sounds echoed as Theon slammed his cock deep and finally pumped Rothy’s hole full of cum.

—Aaaah!

Rothy screamed as thick spurts of cum filled his insides. Future Theon ground his hips against Rothy’s ass, enjoying how that fucked-open hole spasmed and milked his cock before he started pulling out. His cock was so fucking massive that just sliding free took forever.

—Aaaaahng……

Rothy was completely fucked out and sensitive as that huge cock that’d stretched him full dragged along his raw inner walls, he couldn’t help but let out a slutty moan. Horrified, he hurriedly slapped both hands over his mouth.

—……

Future Theon said something and yanked those hands away. Rothy began babbling frantically.

—I can’t take it anymore. That wasn’t a moan asking you to fuck me again…

Present Theon was floored. Just what the hell had his future self been doing to Rothy……? 

—I mean it… I can’t handle another round. Ask again and… I’ll teleport away…

Teleportation magic.

Chungnip had said it was something that only existed in a fairy tale, so it was probably just a desperate bluff from Rothy. But the future Theon surrendered to the cute bluff. Seeing him grab a soft towel from the bedside table, relief flooded Rothy’s emerald-green eyes. 

Future Theon wiped the cum dripping from Rothy’s gaping hole, cleaned his sticky belly and ass, and the thick streaks running down his thighs. They’d wash properly in the bathroom anyway, but first he had to deal with all the cum leaking everywhere.

He watched everything his future self did, taking mental notes. One day, he’d do the same for Rothy.

—But sometimes I wonder, is it normal for me to get this horny? I seriously think I’m losing my mind…

—……

Future Theon then said something and pressed a soft kiss to Rothy’s lips. Rothy smiled stupidly with that smile with the same little dimples. The two of them began whispering to each other, tangled on the bed, in a moment that belonged to lovers alone.

Theon listened while counting down. There were about one or two minutes left. He’d mostly worked out these dreams by now. They lasted about thirty minutes, or forty minutes tops. The timeline jumped around, sometimes he landed in a nearer future, sometimes one more distant. 

But most importantly, Whenever he tried to speak to Rothy using the future Theon’s mouth, he’d wake from the dream immediately.

Conversation was impossible.

I’ve to get an answer today.

—Why…

Theon opened his mouth in his future body. This wasn’t his first attempt. He’d already failed at conversation several times, waking from the dream the moment he tried to speak, but Theon kept trying anyway because there was a question Rothy absolutely had to answer.

—Mmm…?

—Why, why are the scars all gone?

He managed to force the words out. 

Rothy blinked his moisture-filled green eyes, seemingly not understanding the question. Usually, the dream would end around here. It would throw him out immediately, like punishing him for trying to speak. But tonight’s dream gave him more time.

—Why bring up something from so long ago…? 

Rothy smiled, his eyes narrowing. 

—Rothy, answer me. What connection is there between your scars disappearing and your growth? How exactly did you grow?

—……?

Rothy cocked his head. A strange light entered his green eyes. Theon’s heart pounded and he felt like he might finally get an answer this time. This was the first time a ‘conversation’ had lasted this long.

However—

“……!”

He woke up with a gasp. 

It was pitch dark all around, and he’d returned to his own bedroom. Once again, he’d been chased out of the dream. 

“Damn it…”

He cursed under his breath but instinctively extended his aura. From Rothy’s bedroom came the sound of his quiet, steady breathing. Fortunately, it looked like his fever had died down a bit. 

Sweeping back his sweat soaked hair, he mulled. 

Even so… it lasted a little longer this time.

It was a first, but in the end, he still didn’t get his answer. Theon clenched his fists tightly, swearing he’d definitely get the answer next time.

***

After the short spring that had once left a boy desperate to grow up had passed, summer came. Around that time, Theon and Rothy left together for an inspection of the Great Northern Mine. 

Starting with the mine, they’d resume patrol of the borders where fiends often appeared—Devil’s Icefield, Hydra’s Nest, Siren’s Sea. By the time they finished the routine sweep, summer would be over.

This time we should take a longer break than we did the last.

Most nobles took their retreats in the peak of summer or winter, either to escape the heat or the cold. But House Falsen, charged with defending the Empire, could only afford to leave their post from late summer to early autumn. If they missed this period, there’d be no holiday until the following year, so Theon was already considering holiday destinations.

Last year they’d toured the Academy and Elsea Falls, so this summer he was thinking of the sea festival held in the western part of the empire since Rothy particularly loved the ocean at sunset.

If not that, then the ‘Moving Island^[1]’ in the southeast would also make a fine holiday spot. He’d gone there as a young child with his mother and remembered how everyone, from adults to children alike, had been awestruck by the raw magnificence of the nature there. He thought that once the mine inspection was over, he’d ask Rothy which place he preferred. 

“These are freshly mined magic stones. They haven’t even been through the refinement stage yet. You could say its umbilical cords are still attached.”

The mine overseer’s report snapped Theon out of his thoughts. He’d come here to work and needed to focus on that first. 

“Whoaaaaaaaa~ They’re huge.”

Screeeeeeing~

“So sparkly~ They’re really rich with magic.”

Screeeeeeeing~

Rothy and Chi-chi were admiring the freshly harvested magic stones, their large eyes bright with wonder. 

The five magic stones the overseer had brought were inside a wooden box. They weren’t the well-formed sphere one usually saw on the market, but were jagged and uneven, looking like the stones one might find rolling on the road. But they glowed with such mysterious colours that even someone who knew nothing about magic stones would know these weren’t ordinary rocks. 

“You’ll have seen the report, but ever since Lord Rothy restored the mine last year, the volume of high-quality magic stones like these have increased dramatically. According to the miners, Lord Rothy’s magical energy is so close to pure that it awakened the dormant magical energy within the rock when he was here.”

The overseer smiled broadly, clearly seeing Rothy as a source of immense good fortune. Chungnip, who was standing nearby, was also smiling happily and added to the overseer’s explanation.

“Sometimes, in very rare cases, when an archmage visits the mine, the output spikes temporarily. Before Lord Rothy, the last time that happened was five hundred years ago when Archmage Mahein visited. The yield for top-grade magic stones exploded for three years afterwards.” 

“So if I come every year and release my magical energy, it will surge every year?”

“Haha… The mining speed probably couldn’t keep up. They’ve to dig through the outer veins first before magical energy can reach the inner ones. You haven’t even finished mining the outer layer yet, have you?”

Chungnip glanced at the overseer who waved his hands in dismissal. 

“Our mine isn’t called the Great Northern Mine for nothing. All the ore here are rocks that’ll become magic stones. Just extracting what’s on the surface will take ten years.”

“Ten years? That’s so long…”

For seventeen-year-old Rothy, ten years probably felt like forever. 

“Theon, in ten years I’ll be twenty-seven.”

“So you will.”

“And you’ll be forty-one.”

“……”

“You’ll be really handsome. I wish ten years would come quickly.”

“Yes.”

Theon pulled Rothy’s waist close with mixed feelings. 

“The footing gets unstable and uneven as we go down. Do you mind if I carry you?”

“Yes, please carry me.”

“Thank you.”

Theon picked Rothy up with ease. The boy giggled bashfully and nuzzled against him, his soft fluffy hair brushing Theon’s jaw and cheek. It caused him to kiss the top of Rothy’s head, not caring that the overseer was staring at them, looking dumbstruck. 

The inspection lasted a week. 

Theon and Rothy personally repaired unstable areas and checked the magical barriers in the northern part of the Great Northern Mine. They even meticulously reviewed the payroll ledgers that they usually wouldn’t receive reports on, and instructed performance bonuses be given to everyone since the yield for top-grade magic stones had increased.

The overseer, for his part, made full use of the aura master and archmage’s abilities to blast open areas that would’ve otherwise required explosives. The Great Northern Mine was so vast that a thorough inspection would take a month. However, such detailed inspections were only needed once every few years. Since they’d already spent a month inspecting last year, this year’s round ended in a week.

On the day they left the Great Northern Mine, Theon’s retainers who’d joined the inspection gathered at the villa near the mine entrance. 

“At last, it’s time to hold the Magic Stone Harvest Festival! This will be the first one in twenty years!”

Count Yemvei exclaimed with sparkling eyes. The other retainers also had similar looks on their faces. 

The North’s three great festivals were the Snow Festival, the Hunting Tournament, and the Magic Stone Harvest Festival. Of these, the Snow Festival and the Hunting Tournament had fixed seasons in winter and autumn, while the Magic Stone Harvest Festival was held irregularly. When held frequently, it was every year; when held rarely, it was every five to ten years.

If the Snow Festival and Hunting Tournament were for the people of the North, the Magic Stone Harvest Festival a bragging right. It was a way to show the outsiders, ‘Look how rich the North is. Jealous?’ 

After the Human-Demon War began, it’d of course not been held once. For one thing, the yield had dropped sharply, and another thing, how could they hold a festival meant to provoke envy while people everywhere were suffering from the war? 

But now the war was over and production levels of magic stone had not only returned to prewar numbers, they were rising past them. 

That was more than enough reason to hold the festival once again.