Herdin, for Blair who couldn't get past the sweet aroma, bought that too.
After eating a small bread, Blair opened her eyes wide.
He seemed to like it.
—Do you want to try?
Although it is very sweet...
Blair took out a loaf of bread and offered it to Herdin.
Herdin grabbed Blair's hand that was holding the bread and brought it to his mouth.
Blair's fingertips moved in and out of her mouth.
Surprised by the unfamiliar sensation on her fingers, Blair shuddered and shrugged her hand away, but Herdin only chuckled.
-Not bad.
Just when he thought that his blue eyes, against the backdrop of cherry trees in full bloom, looked like a spring lake dotted with petals, there was the sound of a nearby bell.
It came from the top of the clock tower in front of them.
Without realizing it, they had already reached the tower itself.
Blair looked up as far as she could to look at the top of the tower.
I had heard that the scenery from above was beautiful.
—Herdin, have you ever been up here?
—Do you want to go up?
He, perceptive, quickly grasped the intention of the question and replied.
Blair nodded.
Herdin looked into Blair's bright, expectant eyes, then looked down at his shoes.
—With that on, I'm afraid it will be difficult.
—I can do it.
I won't be a burden to you.
Herdin, seeing her speak with such enthusiasm, nodded with pleasure.
Immediately, Blair took the lead and began to climb the stairs of the tower.
Herdin followed her a few steps away, calmly.
But that initial enthusiasm did not last long.
Halfway up the stairs, Blair began to show signs of exhaustion.
He had been breathing fast for a while and his feet hurt from his shoes.
Herdin, who had originally climbed behind her, was now ahead.
With the same calm step as at the beginning, without even altering your breathing.
Herdin, noticing Blair falling behind, turned to her.
—Who was the one who said so proudly that she could go up.
How hateful.
Blair looked at him with distaste, bit her lip and walked up the stairs stubbornly.
The honor had entered into him.
Herdin, watching her pass by him, said subtly.
—If she asks me to carry her in my arms, I will take her to the top.
—…I can go up alone.
Herdin saw her come forward and giggled.
Her determination not to give up reminded him of the girl he knew in his childhood.
After that painful effort, they finally reached the top.
The cool wind from the heights brushed Blair's sweaty forehead.
When she opened her eyes after closing them for a moment due to the sudden gust, the panorama of the capital unfolded before her.
Blair let out an involuntary gasp.
—Wow…
The evening sky was tinged with a pre-sunset gold.
Below it, cherry blossoms and multicolored banners symbolizing the festival fluttered in the spring breeze, and between them, the blue river surrounded the center of the capital.
In the middle of that landscape you could see the imperial palace, where Blair had lived all his life, and the temple from which they had just left.
Seen like this, he realized how small the world he had known all his life was.
And how vast the world was that awaited him ahead.
Blair gazed at the landscape enthralled.
It was a sight I had always wanted to see.
The wind ruffled her loose hair.
Beneath them, his pale neck, damp with sweat, glistened.
Herdin, who was watching her intently, took off his jacket and covered Blair with it.
Blair turned to him.
Only then, in his violet world, did he exist.
—Thank you, Herdin.
I really wanted to come here.
Blair smiled brightly.
It had been a long time since her smile had been directed at him.
Herdin stood beside her as she gazed at the vast world, not at him, and kept her image in silence.
The woman fit like a painting, both with the cherry trees in full bloom and with the golden light of the afternoon sun beating down.
Only then did he feel that this season of hateful flowers might become a little more bearable.
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The two also watched the sunset before going down the stairs.
Herdin, who was getting off in front, turned around when he noticed something strange.
"Blair?"
Blair, clinging to the wall, went down the stairs one at a time with trembling legs.
His strength had run out due to the overexertion of the climb.
He looked like a newborn fawn.
I already knew he was weak, but that much?
Herdin looked at her with a puzzled expression and then burst into laughter.
—…Don't laugh.
His smiling face, drawing a fresh curve, suddenly seemed very attractive.
And for that very reason, more hateful.
Blair gritted her teeth and walked down each step by herself.
Until, wanting to speed up the pace a little...
—Ouch!
He staggered and fell forward.
Herdin, who approached quickly, grabbed her waist to support her.
-Careful.
—Ah, gra—
Before Blair could sit up, Herdin scooped her up into his arms.
Blair barely contained the scream that almost escaped her.
—Bá, put me down.
—It doesn't seem very prudent to me.
With those legs, I think I'd go down tomorrow morning.
—…
In that situation, it was a very feasible possibility, so he couldn't reply.
Blair ended up meekly wrapping her arms around his neck.
—…I don't weigh much?
—Hey, I feel like my arms are going to fall off.
—…
At his playful response, Blair pursed her lips in disgust.
No matter how true it was, he might have the courtesy to lie a little with a lady.
Herdin laughed when he saw her.
—Since I have provided a service to my wife, grant me a wish.
—A wish?
—Yes, a wish.
Blair, seeing his mischievous expression, shrewdly stepped forward.
—As long as it's not a strange desire.
—With that restriction, I don't feel like it as much anymore.
—…So it was a strange wish, huh?
—And why don't you first explain to me what the criteria for "stranger" is?
—Something vulgar—
Blair, who was about to say something, realized a second too late that she had fallen into his clever dialectical trap and closed her mouth.
Herdin, looking at her, asked calmly.
—Vulgar, and then?
—…I'm not going to say it.
—Then, it is agreed that you will grant me a wish without conditions.
Blair looked at him suspiciously and finally nodded reluctantly.
Upon finally obtaining the desired answer, a satisfied smile appeared on Herdin's lips.
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It was a small painting of the landscape of the clock tower and the cherry trees that I had seen today with Herdin, bought on the way back to the carriage after coming down from the tower.
The blue spring sky, the lush cherry trees, and Herdin, who was with her in that beautiful landscape.
His voice came just as I thought about his face.
—Do you like that drawing so much?
Hearing the deep voice near his ear, he started and turned his head; Herdin had approached from behind without her noticing.
In that position, he raised the frame to examine the drawing.
His warmth, his face, were too close.
So much so that if he exhaled wrongly, he would brush against it.
For fear of meeting his eyes, he quickly looked ahead.
In the silence, she feared he could hear her heart racing.
To break the silence, Blair nodded in response to his words.
-Yes I like it.
Every time I see this drawing, I will remember today.
The cherry trees were beautiful, the girl selling rings was adorable…
Herdin remembered Blair's finger with that crude ring.
His wife's pretty white hand made even that ring look pretty.
—The cherry-shaped cream bread was also very delicious.
Along with the image of Blair eating the cream bread in small bites, he remembered the sweetness of the bread in his mouth.
And her round eyes were surprised when he nipped her fingers.
—And although it was hard to climb the clock tower… the landscape was very beautiful.
Blair, who had already forgotten about the distance with him, was absorbed in the day's story.
Herdin stared at his wife as he spoke, his face animated.
He liked hearing her soft voice as she chattered.
Her violet eyes, which shone as if in a dream, seemed especially pretty to him.
—Still, when I went down, thanks to you—
—Blair.
Herdin couldn't wait for her to finish speaking and called her.
Blair, not noticing the slight heat that tinged his deep voice, absentmindedly turned her head to look at him.
Herdin, without missing the opportunity, devoured her lips.
At the same time, he attracted her by her narrow waist.
Blair, who had tried to move away in surprise, closed her eyes as if accepting it.
Herdin laid her on the bed and continued kissing her.
His large hand, which had slipped under her robe, rose to caress her delicate waist and grasp the round mound of her breast.
The hand that kneaded and played with that soft flesh and the sensitive bud at its center gradually lost its calm.
At the same time, the kiss, which at first was repeated by gently sucking and separating, became more and more abrupt, as if it were going to devour her.
—Mmm…
When a breathless Blair moaned and pushed him away, Herdin moved to the back of her white neck.
His lips then moved to the round shoulder, and from the shoulder to the upper part of the chest.
Wherever his lips passed, flowers bloomed.
Like the cherry trees in full bloom he had seen today.
After contemplating for a moment the flowers he had made to sprout, Herdin untied Blair's already completely mussed robe.
Then two cherry blossoms were revealed on a white canvas.
They were also flowers that he had made to sprout.
He took one of them into his mouth, and reached toward the space between Blair's legs, where another flower would be.
—Ah!
When his hand entered, the already moisture-laden cocoon burst.
Blair, feeling the stimulus, instinctively tried to close her legs, but his enormous body prevented it.
On the contrary, the more he tried, the more his insides tightened, making the stimulation of his fingers more clear.
So much so that she didn't even feel the bites on her breasts.
—Ah!
Ah, mmm!
The liquid that flowed with wet sounds soaked not only his hand, but also the sheets underneath.
But the hand that was playing inside her withdrew just on the threshold of climax.
Blair, sensing something sinister, looked at him; He, who had been sucking both breasts, lowered his lips.
Towards the space between her legs, towards the secret crack.
At that moment, Blair, startled, called him almost screaming.
—Ah, no, Herdin!
-Because?
His face, asking what was wrong as he stood between her legs looking the most lewd and obscene in the world, was really shameless.
Blair, to escape from him, shrank back a little and responded.
—T-This is too obscene, inappropriate…
But he wasn't going to let her go.
Herdin grabbed her thighs, pulled her back to him and asked.
—It's okay to be mounted from behind like an animal, but isn't this?
Makku: nor how to defend yourself.
…To be continued