Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

Alfred climbs over me, looking down at me with his trembling indigo eyes. He smoothes out my bangs before lowering his hand to stroke my cheek.

Then my eyes shoot wide open. “Ouch!”

My hair clips are tugging at my hair. So painful that I jerk my head away from the surface of the bed out of reflex.

“The hair clips—it hurts! I want to take them off. Let me go—”

I reach for the hair clips to remove them, but Alfred beats me to it. Afterwards, he takes off my earrings and choker, setting them down on the side table.

He then touches my neck and flashes me a smile. “You’re a little red here.”

“That—that’s because you—”

He licks the place where he had bitten earlier. My breath hitches.

“Ah… Alfred, wait…”

A sense of foreboding arises within me.

Alfred looks at me with a trembling gaze at me. “I want to touch you. Can I? Just a bit is fine…”

“Uhhh…”

“Just a little.”

“A little…”

“You can touch me too,” he says, grabbing my hands and placing them on his cheeks.

His skin is smooth and warm to the touch. And unlike my soft, tender cheeks, they’re firm and solid. I know that his features can be owed to his excellent gene pool, something which Alfred has no control over. But I still can’t help my desire to exchange bodies with this brat.

In the midst of this, our shoes bump against each other with a loud tap.

Alfred straightens his upper body and proceeds to take off my boots without asking for my permission. He also takes off his own shoes, which he haphazardly throws to the floor.

After that, he removes his sheathed sword from his waist. Takes off his jacket before throwing it to the floor too. Then he starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest.

“…Ah.”

It is then that I catch sight of the necklace pendant hanging from Alfred’s neck, swaying right in front of my eyes.

“You’re still… wearing that thing?”

It’s the amulet I gave him a long time ago.

Hanging from the thin but sturdy necklace strap is a long and thin stone, transparent and the size of a thumb’s. It looks like a crystal ball with no value, but a spell has been finely engraved onto its surface. If you press the flat part of the stone’s surface and say the activation phrase, “flash,” the amulet will emit a white light that demons abhor.

After giving Alfred that amulet, I made the succeeding ones smaller. That way, I can mass produce them and distribute one to each of the villagers. With the intensity of the light, it should be able to blind enemies to some extent during battles.

Because I knew how difficult it would be to make them myself, I commissioned a magic tool shop to accomplish that job for me. Of course, on my own. I can’t just let people know what I’ve been making for such a long time. And since I can’t explain the exact reason as to why I need them made, it’s difficult for me to lessen my expenses.

I just received the entire order the other day. Later, I will distribute them to all the villagers, along with the map showing the escape route from the village to the evacuation site.

As I reach my hand out to touch the amulet, a bit of nostalgia fills my heart. I’m happy that he’s still wearing it. Then Alfred removes the amulet over his head, causing the stone to slip from my fingers, and places it on the side table.

Alfred grabs my hand once again. Touches my neck with his other hand. “Rather than focusing on that, touch me.” he murmurs, a trace of hurt to his voice.

He is really an idiot. But I still comply with his wish.

His body has already fully matured into that of a young man.

His muscles are solid and compact. Completely different from my slender, delicate body.

We’re considerably different, huh…

Although I still work out, I have a lot of desk work. On the other hand, Alfred’s main job involves manual labor. That may be the reason for his buff build.

“How nice… I’m envious.”

“Envious?”

“Mm. Even with just a glance, I can tell how strong you are. Meanwhile, my—”

During my moments of distraction, Alfred manages to fully unbutton my dress shirt. Hey, isn’t this going too fast?!

He strokes my too-pale skin before sliding his hands up my torso.

“Ah…”

He scratches my skin with fingers that are slightly rough to the touch, sending shivers through my body. Contrary to my will, my breathing grows rough.

“Touch me,” whispers Alfred.

It’s at this moment that I realize Alfred’s hands have stilled. I place my hands on his shoulders, touching him in the same manner he just did to me.

Like usual, his body temperature is higher than mine.

Then out of nowhere, an old memory pops into my head. I don’t remember when exactly this happened, but according to my memories, he got angry after I laughed and said he was the same as the kids. Looking at us now, I guess he really isn’t a kid.

My hands reach the area around his heart. I can feel his quick heartbeat against my palms.

I can’t and won’t say this to him but… I’m the same as Alfred. I want to touch him too.

After all, he feels warm. So warm and gentle that I could cry. As I touch him, I feel very relieved and at ease. It’s to the point that I want to stay like this and touch him forever—

My body jolts in surprise.

His hand has slipped into my underwear, gently caressing my crotch.

“Ahh, w-wait, wai—aah…”

Alfred has started fondling my dick.

Out of reflex, I squeeze my thighs together in a gasp, but it’s of no use. Alfred’s hand is already on my dick.

“Just a little.”

“Ah… lit… tle…”

“You can touch me however you like too.”

Then Alfred pulls down his pants’ zipper and guides my hand towards it.

I have never touched other people’s penises before, so I can’t help my curiosity at Alfred’s penis. I timidly extend my trembling hand into his fly.

Even though it’s covered by cloth, I can clearly feel its hardness and intense heat.

“Hot…” I say, tracing the shape of his penis through his underwear with my fingertip. It seems to be bigger than mine. So the difference in our physiques also apply in this area? I mean it makes sense, but I’m still slightly shocked.

Alfred lets out a low groan. “…This is bad.”

“Bad?”

“It feels so good that I think I’m about to come.”

Isn’t that too quick? Just how pent up are you?

Then he lifts me with one hand, eliciting a gasp from me. He positions me such that I’m sitting with my legs straddling his knees.

“Put your hand around my neck. Touch mine some more too.”

I follow Alfred’s instructions, supporting my unsteady body on his.

Alfred pulls down my underwear. Wraps his hand around my erect shaft and starts vigorously pumping.

“Ahh… Ngh…” It’s getting harder for me to breathe. Just feels so good. And upon realizing my dick’s getting harder from Alfred’s ministrations, I have the urge to cry.

Precum spills from the tip, and the jerking becomes easier. Alfred’s actions also grow bolder.

My lower half, from waist down, trembles as my entire body grows numb from the pleasure.

“Touch me, Lian.”

“Ah…”

Hm? I hear the sound of loud footsteps approaching me… I wonder what it is?

Ehhhh!!! Why are my readers coming at me with pitchforks and knives!? Wait, I can explain! I need to cut this chapter and the there for maximum tension, you know… It won’t be fun if there’s no cliffhanger! Looking at people suffering and angry is the best!! No wait, please don’t hit me!!! I don’t want to suffer!!!（ΩДΩ）

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