Passion Raga Novel (Completed) - Chapter 48

“——He’s treating me like a servant, really. Yes, yes. I’ll serve you.”

The voice muttered playfully, without a hint of annoyance, as it wiped Yuri’s body. When the towel became too lukewarm, it would vanish somewhere, only to return with the towel chilled.

Slowly, the stifling heat began to recede from his body. It was still humid and warm, but much better than a moment ago.

A lazy, pleasant feeling spread through him. His body relaxed, growing pliant. He felt as if he could just sink into the ground, content.

“——Does it feel good?”

“Mmm, good.”

“——You still look very hot. But it’s better than before, isn’t it…” The voice suddenly seemed to murmur to itself. Something cool and soft touched his cheek. It was the back of a hand.

The voice, placing the back of its hand on Yuri’s cheek as if gauging his temperature, murmured, “Still hot,” and stroked his cheek with its hand.

That cool body temperature felt somehow familiar and comforting.

So Yuri turned his head and rubbed his other cheek against the back of that hand. A pleasant sigh escaped him involuntarily.

Suddenly, the voice seemed to pause for a moment. The hand also stopped moving. But Yuri paid no mind, pressing his hot cheek harder against the hand. The hand soon grew lukewarm, but the soft sensation was still pleasant.

“——Does it feel good?”

The voice seemed to have deepened slightly. It felt a little softer, yet also slightly strained.

But the hand wasn’t removed. Instead, it slowly moved, gently rubbing Yuri’s cheek and forehead, stroking them lightly.

It felt good. Lazy. Comfortable. Although the humid heat still lingered inside his body, even that heat transformed into a pleasant exhilaration, enveloping him.

“——Gabel-ssi… Are you hard right now?”

Suddenly, the voice muttered in a disbelieving tone. A click of the tongue was mixed in.

Hard. Even though he heard it, his hazy mind couldn’t grasp what it meant. Only the humid, pleasant heat covering his body made him increasingly breathless.

“How can you get hard so quickly just from a cheek rub and a body wipe…? Seriously. Was that liquor some strange kind?”

Tsk, the voice clicked its tongue. For a while, the voice was silent. As if it were thinking about what to do, or perhaps staring intently.

Yuri, enjoying the hand cupping his cheek, breathed a languid sigh and buried his nose in it. It smelled good. A familiar scent. So he gently kissed the palm of that hand, accompanied by a pleasant breath.

For a moment, the hand flinched, drawing back slightly. But it didn’t disappear; it remained there. That brief, subtle hesitation.

It soon turned into a low voice approaching. A whisper close to his ear.

“——I told you, didn’t I? I hate putting in effort to serve others.”

When was that? He seemed to recall someone saying something like that. The feeling he had then came flooding back, and Yuri suddenly chuckled pleasantly. The gaze seemed to linger on the smiling curve of his lips for a moment.

“——But come to think of it, I’ve received so many things from Gabel-ssi, I did think I should do something for you too.”

He had heard those words as well. When it was, who said it, seemed to float in and out of his memory.

He tried to recall for a moment, then gave up, as everything felt good in this pleasant sensation. A faintly hoarse voice echoed softly in Yuri’s ear.

“——So, consider yourself lucky.”

He couldn’t tell where the dream ended and reality began. At some point, there was a sweat-soaked face before his eyes.

It was definitely a familiar face, yet he didn’t recognize it for a while. It was because the expression was so unfamiliar. It was like someone he had never seen before.

“Are you awake?”

“No?”

Yuri looked at him with blurred, half-open eyes, wondering, Who is this? in his hazy mind. Realizing that Yuri wasn’t fully conscious, he silently bent down and sucked on Yuri’s lips. He sucked on them uninhibitedly, like someone devouring something tempting to fill an empty stomach. Then, after pulling away briefly, he looked down at Yuri with that same unfamiliar face.

It was a beautiful face.

When he was in a good mood, his face was sweet, like a lovely kitten purring. Yuri knew that when that face smiled, it was as bright as the sun.

However, the face before him, though still so beautiful and bright, lacked the soft sweetness of a kitten. He had somehow grown into a sleek young leopard, looking down with the eyes of a predator.

What… he wasn’t a cat after all…

Thinking a little dazedly, he then wondered who that cat was.

It was…

“——Does it feel good?”

Suddenly, a whispering voice.

Only then did Yuri become aware of the fierce pleasure relentlessly thrusting up from below.

A tightly compacted mass was piercing Yuri’s penis. When had that hot flesh, fiercely rubbing against the base, shaft, and tip of his penis, been there? And since when had he been breathlessly aroused, drenched in pleasure, letting out short, gasping, unintelligible sounds like moans?

Through the friction of the two painfully hardened penises, a wet sound of liquid, already mixed together and indistinguishable as to whose it was, flowed out.

“Can’t you even speak? Well, me too.”

Short, clipped words formed a sentence. Haah, a drop of sweat, swaying at the tip of his nose as he exhaled a pleasantly ragged breath, finally fell. The sweat that soaked into his lips tasted sweet.

“Does it feel that good? Gabel-ssi, you’ve been out of it for a while…”

The low whisper was hoarse. His breathless, flushed breaths bite at Yuri’s lips again. He couldn’t tell whose ragged, heated breaths they were anymore.

It felt good.

His hazy mind registered pleasure, and only pleasure.

There was no mind left to register anything beyond that—shame, reason, embarrassment, such things. Only the pleasure relentlessly racing below.

He gasped for breath. At the sensation of tightening below, his vision momentarily blurred white. The sensation of pleasure erupting, that intense and vivid pleasure. The liberation of something unbound.

Amidst these sensations, he didn’t even notice his body trembling intermittently. And as that trembling subsided, without knowing how much time had passed, his consciousness once again faded.

“Are you sleeping? …Are you really sleeping? ——Even if I said I’d put in the effort, don’t you think this is too much?”

The sensation of something still hard, stiff, and swollen, thrusting below, mingled with a disbelieving chuckle.

The hand that had been firmly embracing his back for a while seemed to loosen. The hand, stroking down his back, stopped at his buttocks.

“——Are you going to keep sleeping like that? You should probably wake up soon.”

If he were to wake up now and say stop, he would stop, “…but you might not want that,” the voice whispered, nibbling at his earlobe.

His shoulders hunched. A low sound escaped him involuntarily.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation.

It was a sensation similar to when he had exchanged bodies with someone a long time ago. Yet, at the same time, it was an unfamiliar sensation, utterly unlike any feeling he had experienced until now.

He felt a hand gripping his crotch.

It took hold of Yuri’s penis, limp after expelling pleasure, and the other still stiff with unreleased desire, in one hand. The hand, which had started to move slowly, gradually quickened.

Soon, chasing that sensation, a hot, damp feeling surged forth over his re-swelling desire. Lust poured stickily onto his lower belly.

…

Suddenly, the movement stopped.

He seemed to hear a growling sound, like an animal.

And for a while, everything seemed to stop, the world motionless.

Finally.

“What, you’re getting hard again?”

Exhaling a lazy, pleasant breath, he chuckled. Yuri’s penis, which had been chafing against his own desire and being stroked along with it, seemed to regain some strength. He tapped its tip with his fingertip. His own penis, which bumped against Yuri’s helplessly swaying one, had just ejaculated, yet it showed no signs of wilting and maintained its volume.

“Now I see, Gabel-ssi, you’re incredibly lewd. Your body, your expression… How have you managed to control such a lewd body all this time? It must have been hard.”

The voice, light and wavering, was tinged with faint excitement. He moved his hand down and stroked Yuri’s half-erect penis. Not just his penis, but his lower belly and the crotch beneath were slowly explored.

The hand, which had been damply rubbing his lower body, soaked with his own and his partner’s emissions, moved slowly downwards. Downwards.

At some point, he said nothing more. Only his ragged breaths, heavy with excitement, could be heard. Occasionally, his greedy lips touched Yuri’s, sucking on them.

At some point, Yuri’s eyebrows twitched. A wrinkle appeared between his brows.

An unfamiliar sense of discomfort arose.

The hand that had been rubbing down between his legs delved further down, deeper inside, finally reaching the hidden place in the center.

The hand seemed to linger for a moment, but it didn’t hesitate long.

Into his body.

It pushed inside him, accompanied by an uncomfortable strangeness he had never felt before.

His body involuntarily sprang up. His reflexively shrinking body tightened around the finger pushing inside.

The penis pressed against Yuri’s crotch twitched. A low, clucking sound like a moan was heard.

Soon, the hand, which had been pushing gently, almost caressingly, into his body, became a little rougher. As if patience was wearing thin, it gathered the semen that was abundantly lubricating his crotch, pushing it in, and then two, three more fingers entered, spreading him open from the inside.

It became hard to breathe.

Ah, ah, haah, ah, short, gasping breaths scattered out.

It wasn’t painful. But a strange, tight discomfort surged, making his body stiffen. Yet at the same time.

The hand, which had been scraping and rubbing inside him, suddenly, with a crack, ignited a spark.

“——!!”

It was a tiny spark, but it definitely touched something inside his body. His body instinctively sprang up and flinched.

The hand paused for a moment. He felt an intense gaze on him.

“…Ah, right. Is this about it…?”

A low growling voice.

Soon.

A scream burst out. No, he couldn’t tell if it was a scream or a moan. Nor if it was surprise, pleasure, or fear.

At the repeated stimulation of one spot inside his body, his vision wildly erupted into white. He didn’t know how his body twisted, what sounds he made, or how his face contorted.