‘He’s talking about payment? Here? In this situation?’

     Ayra froze, spine rigid; Janus slightly frowned and stroked the young lord’s cold skin.
The mercenary then smiled as if he was in a good mood.
His giant hand stroked from the back of Ayra’s neck to the divots in his shoulders before squeezing the young lord’s cold ears to share his warmth.

     “I’ve been hugging you all this while, and you’re still so cold.
I like that,” Janus whispered.

     Ayra also liked Janus’s body as much as the mercenary liked his.
Even though the two were in a cozy igloo, the man’s body temperature wasn’t normal.
Even though it was cold enough to see his breath every time Janus breathed, the mercenary’s body was still stably warm–like a human radiator.

However, in this situation, Ayra wanted to be as far away from Janus as possible.
Since he had woken not too long ago, Ayra, in unguarded drowsiness, had not reacted much to his unexpected nakedness, but he was incredibly embarrassed to feel his bare butt on someone else’s thighs.

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     To be exact, his bare butt on someone’s club-like thing… Why was it growing even larger…

     Ayra squirmed; something else twitched in response.
Appalled, Ayra protested, “You said you wouldn’t force yourself on someone who’s uninterested.”

“Yeah, that’s right.
That’s why I’m trying to make it good for you.
Is it perhaps your first time?”

     “It’s not my first time, but–!”

     …It was his first time with something so big!

     Of course, regardless of his mental age due to both his previous life and current life, he had never been in a relationship until he was of age.
The Labyrinth, in particular, was a place that encouraged free-spirited romance, so he had dated a couple of times before.
He had definitely spent more time on research rather than pursuing fleeting romantic interests, though…

     In addition, around once a month, one could witness naked deviants in public spaces–perhaps they had cracked under the stress of research.
Even without considering those instances, it was common to see the naked bodies of experimental subjects.
He had seen big and little *things,* but Janus was truly… on another dimension.

     When Ayra kept struggling to escape, Janus’s easy smile suddenly dropped off his face.
Beautiful, jewel-like ruby eyes stared at him; it felt like his pupils were laden with emotions incomprehensible to ordinary people.

     Those pretty eyes looked briefly upwards, as if the mercenary was wondering what he should do, before rolling back down again.
Ayra swallowed dry saliva.
“Fine, alright… Just don’t put it in,” The young lord hurriedly said, before Janus’s eyes had completely turned back down to him.

‘Would it honestly be that big of a deal to give up my body at least once?’ Judging from both their physiques and statures, the young lord didn’t think that Janus would spread his body and lay down for him.
Though, he didn’t particularly want to lay down for Janus either.

​​     In any case, he had to prevent this outrageous *thing* from being inserted into him.

     Janus hummed–neither acceptance nor denial.
Ayra was surprised to feel the mercenary’s hand, which had been caressing his waist, suddenly rested underneath Ayra’s armpit.
The mage said, voice like a reed shaking in the wind, “I still have to cross Dallum gorge… Ngh, and there will be more work there as well…”

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     “Fine, alright.” Janus said.

     Ayra suddenly felt the cold attack his body and trembled.
Janus securely wrapped a cloak around him firmly and lined himself against the young lord’s back.
“So, don’t be afraid.
I’ll make you feel good–I won’t put it in”

     With a frivolous chuckle, Janus raised Ayra by the armpits and seated the young lord on his thigh.
This position made it seem like the two were hugging each other.

     Ayra’s toes squirmed when the soles of his feet touched the cold floor.
It felt like his feet froze in that short moment of contact; the young lord tried to endure but couldn’t help but lightly stamp his feet to restore some feeling.
Janus noticed and wrapped Ayra’s feet with his bare hands.  Perhaps this position was a bit uncomfortable, after brief contemplation, Janus soon shifted.

     Wondering what the mercenary was doing, Ayra watched as he took off his shoes.
Immediately, the young lord saw un-tanned bare feet–did the man not wear socks on such a cold day?

     “Here–now your feet won’t freeze.” Janus personally placed his shoes on Ayra’s feet.
The fit was a bit loose due to the other’s large size, but Janus’s body temperature still lingered in the shoes.
The warmth certainly drove the cold away from the young lord’s feet…though wearing nothing but a cape and some shoes made him feel like a pervert…

Ayra’s body, which had become rigid with fear as the mercenary’s hand clothed him with what little clothing available, slightly relaxed afterwards.
Come to think of it, though the mercenary had occasionally given off strange vibes, he had never acted violently towards Ayra.
Unexpectedly, the concept of a ‘lover’ must be somewhat meaningful to this man.

     However, Ayra immediately refuted that idea.
‘We became lovers so casually…what kind of meaning could there even be?’

     Ayra deliberately lowered his eyes, ignoring how the other touched his body.
He looked at the horse–the one Janus had been leaning on–breath…the rise and fall of its chest…trying to ignore how the mercenary’s burning fingers’ gentle strokes made him feel–the lust that rose within him.

     ‘Something different…Let’s try to distract ourselves.’

     For example, he should think of why he brought Janus here.
How strong of a mercenary Janus is.

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