Vanguard of the Eternal Night (BL)(Complete)

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 - The Little Vic Who Was Addicted To Driving

When one had a partner who was skilled in driving, they probably shouldn't try too hard to make trouble.

Otherwise, they would end up like Victor, charging in majestically only to be carried out with unfocused eyes.

Tyron settled him into the bathtub, quietly cleaned him up, wrapped him in a bath towel, picked him up, and put him back onto the bed.

Victor's expression showed that he was still lost in his thoughts, pale circles under his eyes. He clutched at the towel, then shrunk into a ball on the bed, feeling that the high peak from half an hour ago still hadn't faded away.

--Heavens, when he used to read those learning materials about physiological health, he had never believed that people could possibly feel so good that they would cry soundlessly. Unexpectedly, it was really possible! And! It could last for such a long time!

This was probably the legendary 'little death'.

Victor: ... I'm basically ready to become a waste...

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After a while, Tyron poured a cup of hot milk and placed it in Victor's hand.

Victor accepted the milk, cradled the glass between his hands, and looked at Tyron with an empty gaze.

Tyron stroked his face, sighed, and said, "Young people should pay more attention to exercise. Your skin is fine, flesh tender, but you can't bear any bitterness. Do you want more water? You are quite dehydrated."

Victor didn't even have the strength left to blush. His lips trembled as he said, "You, you, why can you, do it... for as long as you like?"

"It's a question of talent." Tyron stated. "I can be even more intense, but then, you'll be very quick that way, and there won't be much point. This kind of thing isn't about only feeling good at the end. Slow down a bit, and enjoy it for a longer time, hm?"

His tone of voice at the end of the sentence was so tempting that Victor's little heart trembled!

Tyron looked fresh and casual as he took care of Victor, then happily went to do his morning exercises.

As for Victor, after drinking his milk, he lay down like he was a salted fish for an entire day before finally recovering.

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... However, the horror of an incubus wasn't limited to only this.

It was to the point where, although Victor was very tired, it was the type of tired that could only be experienced after experiencing the ultimate peak.

Therefore, after he recovered, he would become very excited when he thought about it again.

--That kind of excitement was even more impactful than it had been previously, because he now had the real experience to back it up! The more he thought about it, the more he yearned for it. He felt like he was addicted to Tyron, and if he carelessly let his thoughts wander for even a second, he would fall into happy memories, and then, the craving to try it again would surge up.

So, after the first time, Victor once again attacked Mr. Incubus during the night.

This time, Tyron was sitting on the edge of the bed, his lips curled slightly with a devil's characteristic sly smile.

It could be seen from the first time that he was very good at calculating Victor's physical strength.

Mr. Odin planned very carefully and took every conceivable possibility into account.