“I-I’m sorry!” Adam exclaimed, quickly taking his hand away from Evan’s burning length. He was completely mortified, not believing that he had just touched the man’s private parts. It was to be mentioned that Adam had never engaged in sexual activities. He was, after all, confined alone in the mansion’s desolated wing. He was far more preoccupied about surviving and becoming stronger than finding someone to sleep with. He had never really questioned his sexuality, but he quite liked the hatred in Evan’s eyes toward the world. It wasn’t a matter of gender, but more of soul.

Adam curled into a ball, his arms hugging his knees and his face coming to rest between them.

He felt Evan wash his body, the water splashing behind him as the giant undoed the knots in his hair. He must have felt that Adam was feeling too awkward, because he didn’t comment, nor did he try to touch him again. He just let their body occasionally make contact.

The water turned brown from all the dirt on the slave’s body and Evan had to empty the bath before filling it again.

After he finished washing up, the giant got up from the tub and stood outside of it. He glanced back at the ball still shrinked into a corner, before taking a towel to dry himself and stepping out of the bathroom to let his hedgehog wash himself. He felt the desire to smooth down the thorns covering the knight’s body, but he knew that they were still too hard and wouldn’t let him approach.

After a few minutes, Adam joined Evan on the bed.

The slave looked at his master’s dry body, before his eyes lingered on the knight’s fluffy hair. The man had taken the time to completely dry his hair with the hairdryer. It was a magic item, one made with magic stones of wind and fire, making it so hot air was flowing out of it. There were a few other magic items of low grade that people could afford, but the others above rank D were too expensive. Objects with runes on them painted by a high level sorcerer were called artifacts, while ones that only used magic stones were named magic items.

A flash of pity passed by in Evan’s eyes before disappearing. He would have the chance to touch his master’s spiky mane another time.

Evan stayed on the left side of the bed, only a towel covering his private parts as he hadn’t any other clothes and his slave ones were too dirty, while Adam took the empty side. The knight usually slept with light clothes, so he only put on a slightly baggy shirt.

The two men laid on their back, both thinking of what the future reserved for them, and how they would try every means possible to break their destiny, before sleep slowly welcomed them.

They wouldn’t let anyone but them decide their path.

***

Adam woke up feeling warm, a pretty rare feeling considering the usual state of his room, aka storage. He tried to get up, only to feel some kind of hindrance around his body. Panic filled his being and he started to struggle. It could be some new trap invented by his siblings.

The arms, because now more awake, Adam could tell it was arms around him, tightened their hold into him.

“It’s me, master.” Hearing Evan’s grumpy voice took Adam out of his mind. Relief flooded his body as he remembered what had happened in the past hours. His father, now ex-father, had summoned him for a family gathering, only to tell him that he was to marry a known sadic. He hadn’t been ready to have his life destroyed, so he chose to elope with a handsome slave with a giant body, but even bigger issues and they were now sleeping together in a haunted inn.

Absolutely fantastic.

Adam patted Evan’s chest to tell him to release his octopus hold on his body, and when the latter did so, he quickly escaped toward the bathroom to relieve his begging balder. After flushing the toilet, which washed itself with water magic stones, he rinsed his hands.

His reflection glanced back at him with a bruised eye and a busted lip. His blue eyes were deep and sported eyebags, showing just how tired and desperate he was for some peacefulness. His face showed no emotion, only emptiness. Adam tried to perk the corner of his mouth, but only a sour grimace met his attempt at a smile. Remember how he had acted like a child last night, Adam couldn’t help but slap both of his cheeks. He had never allowed himself to be so carefree.

It had been good for his mental health, but looking back at his antics, he couldn’t help the shame that overtook his body.

What was he thinking, showing his weakness to a stranger like that?

And even worse, how could he act like that with Evan? They were supposed to be partners, not parent and child. Evan must feel that Adam was an embarrassment and regret his decision to join his journey.

Evan eyed his master as he came back from the bathroom. His whole demeanor seemed to have changed, and the slave didn't like the way he looked dispirited. He could nearly see droopy hedgehog's ears on top of Adam’s head. Before he had time to comment and hopefully lift the knight’s mood, Adam announced that they were going to shop for new clothes and some equipment, then register to a guild.

Evan dropped his attempt at cheering the man up before even beginning it, and quickly put on his used clothes, following his master. Staring at the back facing him as they passed the receptionist, the desk empty, Evan’s fists slowly clenched. It was as if they had gone back to a normal master and slave relationship, and Evan wasn’t ready to accept it.

The man had spoken of companionship and he would make him follow his promise.

They passed by many shops, some selling normal clothes, other weapons. Adam stopped on his way a few times, asking Evan if there were food stands that interested him. They bought a few things, eating while walking. They both weren’t fond of breakfast, so it was a matter quickly solved.

Adam finally stopped in front of a hidden store. It was built in a corner, not even a sign to show it was a shop. Evan glanced at his master in doubt, but the knight didn’t even look at him before entering the dark place.

Grinding his molars, Evan followed him inside.

Hey dear readers, how do you think Adam found this shop? Is it trustworthy?

Oops, it seems like the little hedgehog was too spooked and chose to curl into a tight picky ball! Will Evan be able to see his soft belly again in the next chapter?

Do you feel like the story is too slow-paced? Or do you like the details?

Anyways, I got a new job! In July, I should have more time to write, so maybe I will update more chapters after stockpiling a few. 

I’m thinking of setting a goal in Tapas, what do you think of it? It means that after receiving a certain amount of ink (virtual money), I will update another chapter (for example, two updates instead of one for one week). I can also make goals for extra chapters with different settings (christmas, crossover, etc.) You can obtain ink by playing games or watching ads. Let me know your thoughts!

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