Editors: sleepchaser, Katie_WanderingFujoshi, ASplashofMusic (thanks to my editors for fixing my awkward smut translation!)
After pushing in a few inches, I slightly pulled back, rolling my hips to further stretch the tight passage and ease the way in.
I pulled his legs towards his chest, folding Ilya’s slender body. With this different angle, I thrust my hips. Ilya knitted his brows a hint. Upon seeing this, I slightly shifted again, slowly sinking deeper in his hole.
Ilya didn’t express any pain or discomfort aloud, but his face showed signs of it. His brows were faintly furrowed, and his lips thinned into a straight line. However, he still welcomed me, trying his best not to reveal his discomfort.
I pulled him towards me, wrapping his legs even tighter around my waist, and thrusted once again.
I watched his face, eyes wistful. I wanted to cherish him. To not inflict any pain on him. With this in mind, I advanced slowly, stopping at any sign of pain and moving my hips in small circles every once in a while.
Ilya’s slight facial and body gestures stimulated the greed burning inside me. At this point, my instincts were already screaming at me to devour him.
After a long time, my hips were finally flush against Ilya’s buttocks.
“Ahh, it’s… all the way in?”
After losing Allen, I had been all alone for so many years.
But now, I finally embraced all of Ilya.
My vision blurred. Ilya’s face started to distort.
Yet I could still see Ilya’s widening eyes. His hand behind my neck moved to stroke my head. And this tender and warm sensation was what broke the dam. Tears spilled out of my eyes as broken laughs escaped my lips.
“Really stupid. How could you cry and laugh at the same time? Make up your mind.”
Ilya flicked my forehead, a smile gracing his face as he looked into my eyes. His warm brown hair, reminiscent of that of a tree trunk, shone underneath the light. Then the hand on my head gave me a gentle pat.
Ilya kissed my cheeks, then on my nose, circling his arms around my neck. Coupled with his legs around my waist, he was basically clinging onto me.
“You finally laughed,” he said, his smile growing much more gentle.
Faced with this blooming sight, I felt my tears flow like a waterfall.
Long ago, an orphanage used to stand next to the towering olive tree. Which was, in actuality, two trees closely intertwined, from the roots to the trunks to the branches. In its vicinity, right where Riley had buried Allen, grew a young sapling.
“Wow, a tree’s sprouting here.”
“…That’s your first impression? Do you want to pull it out and rebuild your grave?”
Ilya shook his head. “Nope. Rather, this grave is already the best there is! Also, won’t it be confusing if Allen were to have a grave? Hmm, Hero Allen?”
Sulking, Riley ruffled Ilya’s hair. Ilya only laughed at his childish behaviour. Then, a strong wind swept past them, sending their hair into disarray.
Ilya and Riley either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Not bothering to fix the unruly locks, they turned their back on the tree and walked away.
In fact, Kenneth had planted this young sapling.
And hidden underneath the tree was Allen’s tomb.
Here lies Allen, a heroic boy.
Another strong gust of wind, causing the branches of the big and small tree to sway. As if the trees were waving at them.
There are 6 chapters of extra left, so please stay tune~ I’m currently translating Extra 1 but I’m not sure if I can finish it on time… I’ll do my best but no promises… The smut is slowly but surely killing me! ><)/