Only with Your Heart

Luklov and Chizuru put their hands together and watched the servants breathe in each other as they emerged from a room as if it were a battlefield trail. I felt the curiosity, the admiration and the admirable glance pouring down from everywhere, but Chizuru was not surprised and embarrassed.

Ruklov follows Chizuru quietly in heavy footsteps, as if he were a warrior who admitted defeat.

Maybe I'm being extra surprised because of that.

Though the truth is that Chizuru has done very little... Ruklov, who honestly walks one step after Chizuru's lead, maybe only looks strange to the inhabitants of this castle. Even to Chizuru, I've never seen such a lukrov before.

When the two of us went straight up the stairs and arrived in front of the room, Chizuru worried for a moment whether he should invite Ruklov into his room or enter his room directly.

I remember being suddenly rejected the other day after I got a kiss, and I also thought that if I sent Ruklov to his room, Chizuru should probably go back to his room.

But in the ears of a thousand cranes bewildered in front of two adjacent doors, Ruklov,

"I like your room..."

And I shrugged softly.

Too masculine, low vibrating voice.

The core of his body nodded, and the hair of Chizuru's noose stood perfectly.

Not very much, but I didn't feel like I could say no, and Chizuru pushed the door of his room into it when he snorted. Looking right over his shoulder, Ruklov also comes in quietly. And I closed the door behind my back.

Since there was only one candle lit, Chizuru hastily transferred the fire to another few candles that had been prepared for the other candlesticks as well. The room will be a little brighter and the dirt on Ruklov's hair and clothes will be better visible.

Conveniently, the barrels and towels of hot water that Alde had prepared for me are still sitting on my desk relaxing the warm hot air.

Looking back at Luklov again, he seemed to be watching every move of Chizuru and thinking the same thing very much.

"First, we have to clean the dirt. Can you do it yourself?

Ruklov shook his neck silently to Chizuru, who heard so while pointing to a barrel of hot water.

"You don't like hot water?

"No... I can't do it myself, it means"

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Chizuru returned a decent face, not immediately aware of Luklov's sincerity.

Ruklov doesn't break his serious face, and a few times, after closing his eyes deeply in meaning, he whines softly in a low example voice.

"If you don't help me, I can't. I don't want to do anything."

Now I know right away.

Chizuru instantly imagined the scene, quickly turning bright red and filling his mouth.

After countless layers of body already, the act seems oddly glossy again, making my heart rattle unnaturally. Most of the time the two acts of love were in the form of Rucroff taking the lead, so extra.

Besides, helping with the hot tub etc... especially for a samurai like Luklov... should also be something you can only ask someone who has completely forgiven your heart.

"Yes... is that okay...?

Ruklov silently nodded to Chizuru, who heard him in a trembling voice. This reaction was strangely fresh as well. Luklov has always been a person who makes his will a clear word in Jesus No, and it doesn't mean he'll be flushed by Chizuru's suggestion.

But now.

Thousand cranes had to take action before the hot water cooled as Ruklov stood silently looking down at Thousand Cranes no matter how long.

"Well then... I have to take my clothes off first..."

Luckily, Luklov is not wearing complicated claddies (crunchy tears) or armor tonight. Long-sleeved tunic with strict embroidery, with only a ribbon-style red cloth wrapped around the waist.

Thousand cranes looked up at Ruklov, saying something, but he just squeezed his jaw slightly as if to say, "Go ahead." I mean... I'll leave it to Chizuru to undress.

Thousands of cranes slowly reached into Luklov's belt as they further lit the already reddish cheeks.

The cloth tied beside his waist, it was about time, in the meantime, that he untied it, and when the knot bared, now he had to turn his hands around to his waist to take it. Slowly untie the double- or triple-wrapped bands. It was an otherwise impossible motion while sticking perfectly in front of his chest.

"And I could take it..."

When the belt was removed, Chizuru was running around saying things like that that he didn't have to say.

Ruklov nods slightly again.

From him, there was no indication that he would make the next move.

"Well... next time, the... take off your tunic..."

This is the same shirt with no buttons, a substitute you can't take off without his help. Even more so given the height difference of one head minute, I needed Luklov to move a little as well.

Chizuru extended his hands wide and grabbed the tunic hem from both ends to the thighside. The hand shivers slightly.

"I'm gonna put this up, so, uh, I'm gonna take a little lean over here."

Surprisingly, Ruklov drowned following Thousand Cranes' instructions. The face and face are so close to each other that they feel each other's breath, and the rough chest plate is even closer to Chizuru's body.

The scent of Lucrov wrapped around Chizuru.

I even felt no surprise that the two bodies melted together like this.

Chizuru took a breath and slowly pulled up the tunic. Ruklov aligned himself with the movement and bent his back even further toward Thousand Cranes, so Tunic slid his back through his head and took it off smoothly. Every scratched, stretched back muscle becomes dewy.

Luklov's flesh was so perfect as a warrior that he seemed to accidentally fall in love.

By analogy, it was as beautiful as a Greek sculpture. I don't see a lot of sculpture in this world, but if Michelangelo saw Lucroff, he would have definitely followed the model.

But his body is not just a chunk of stone or bronze.

A hot blood tide pulses, moves vigorously, and sometimes...... gently holds a thousand cranes.

"Something on your hair... are you a fish?

Thousands of cranes removed it by hand, as shards of white fish and their skin-like were buried in short pruned dark hair. It also has an oily sauce, but this will have to be washed in hot water.

With his upper body naked and only his lower pants, Ruklov still didn't move at all from himself as if he had left everything to Thousand Cranes.

Chizuru runs his gaze through the lower body of a slightly larger knight.

In the meantime, I didn't have to take this one off yet.

(Ma, what's "not yet"? Already...)

Though confused by the fact that his thoughts crossed the back of his brain, Chizuru pulled Luklov's hand and led him to the front of a bucket of hot water. He follows honestly. Chizuru hurriedly dragged the chair that was in the corner of the room and lifted up behind Luklov.

"Sit down. I need to wash my hair and face."

Ruklov sat in his chair.

It was a luxuriously built chair for women, so when Ruklov sits down, his shoulder width sticks out wide from his back, and he doesn't seem to be sitting very comfortable. Chizuru got funny and leaked a slight laugh.

Then, Luklov raises a single eyebrow.

"Why laugh?

"Because... this chair makes it hard for you to sit down. Didn't I pick the wrong furniture? I wish I had left a bigger chair."

"For what?

"For Your Big Body"

"I ask you one thing, did you sit in this chair?

"? Yeah, sure. There's only one leg in this room.

"How comfortable are you sitting?

"Great. 'Cause it's just a chair for a little woman like me, right?

"Yes."

Ruklov answered monotonously. "Then I didn't choose the wrong furniture."

It took me a few seconds to realize what that statement meant......

I mean, this chair was chosen to suit Chizuru in the first place… or at least to suit a woman dressed like Chizuru.

"Luklov......"

"Wash your hair."

That, Luklov, who placed his back on the back of the small chair, closed his eyes gently as it was. The long, dark, pitch-black eyelashes lying down suited the deep face of the sculpture well enough to make me want to stare forever.

But even when I'm depressed, the water cools down. It's not like Japan here has a water boiler that just needs to push one of the switches. Chizuru scolded himself, soaking the towel in hot water, squeezed it.

Chizuru first cleaned the area that was dirty with fish, then squeezed the towel back into hot water again and slowly wiped the entire other head.

And when I dip the towel in hot water again, I wipe my face this time.

Cheeks, nasal muscles, jaw...... And when the turn of his forehead came, Chizuru stopped moving perfectly, reaching the deep scar that reached his eyebrow butt.

It's the wound of the last command from the King.

Was this forehead wound really the only thing left over from the tragedy that led Luklov to give up everything?

I don't think so.

Chizuru knows Luklov. Even I knew too much, I was there.

"When I suffered this wound and..."

Softly touching the scar at his fingertips, Chizuru asked reluctantly, choosing the words. "What Lone was saying, about Zain and Edina... has something to do with it?

Ruklov slowly opened his eyes.

He doesn't look surprised at all and stares straight ahead calmly, as if Chizuru was waiting to ask this question. Luklov's eyes wandered through the universe for a while, as if watching footage of past memories, but eventually stopped softly focusing on Thousand Cranes.

"Oh."

Ruklov replied. He even smiled sadly.

"You want to hear it?

Thousands of cranes knew very well that it would be a hard conversation that would surely turn their souls around. If you don't have to ask, maybe your mind can remain at peace.

But this must be a wall that you and I need to get over.

Chizuru touched Ruklov's cheek with his hand, and when he put his forehead against his forehead, he snorted quietly.