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Author's Note (作者註記)
Note from the Author: This story was originally written in Traditional Chinese. I have translated it into English to share my world with a wider audience. While I strive to capture the nuance and spirit of the original text, I appreciate your patience and feedback as I bridge these two languages.
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[Zhen-Maru] Festival Night
Tsurugi had been wandering in a foreign land for a week, yet he had found no trace of the curse user’s eerie movements. He seemed to be perfectly evaded.
Because he had barely been able to sleep soundly while out for so many days, he took a shower the moment he returned home and collapsed into bed. Just as he was about to start snoring, the window was pushed open with a thud. Tsurugi opened his eyes groggily and found Maru flying in from outside his window. He rolled his eyes, about to drive him out, when he was hit by an overwhelming stench of alcohol.
Maru’s face was flushed red, and he looked completely off. He stumbled over and slumped against Tsurugi’s bed, slurring, "It’s... it’s the festival tonight. Everyone’s out... drinking and having fun..."
"I meant to invite you, but you went off on that lousy errand..." Maru muttered to himself. "They’re all laughing at me, saying I’m almost twenty and still a virgin... In a festival like this, everyone usually finds someone they like and disappears into the bushes. Why am I the only one left alone?"
He looked furious. Tsurugi’s drowsiness vanished. He thought, You guys are free-spirited, but what does that have to do with me? However, Maru didn't give him a chance to speak.
"So I swore that tonight, I must end my virginity. Because, honestly... I’ve already turned twenty! There is no such thing as a twenty-year-old virgin warrior in Simmria!"
"Huh?" Tsurugi was taken aback.
"And then Cross suddenly gave me this bottle. He said it’s oil with an aphrodisiac. A top-secret Simmrian recipe!"
"Huh!?" Tsurugi almost shattered his jaw in shock, picturing the usually serious Cross handing over a bottle of oil.
"So, what do you want?" Tsurugi felt extremely uncomfortable.
"I couldn’t think of anyone else to mess around with, and I don't know why, but I just flew over here," Maru said.
"How about I help you find another way? Just wait a second," Tsurugi pushed Maru away and jumped up. He even started thinking about browsing for delivery services online, just to avoid having a nuclear-level alien do something stupid in his drunken state.
At that moment, a massive, terrifying gravitational force swept over the room. Tsurugi knew Maru had lost his mind because his third eye began to spin wildly, and his immense, demonic cursed energy was spiraling out of control.
Tsurugi couldn't move. He felt like meat on a chopping board and was nearly terrified into passing out. You have to understand, Maru was getting stronger by the day—this was his full-force gravity! This alien had gone mad!
Then, his pants shattered; the fragments danced in the air. The scene was shocking. Tsurugi felt like it was the end of the world, his vision going black. Oh no, brother, no...
The delirious man took out the bottle of oil and smeared it on Tsurugi’s body.
Who could explain why the Simmrian oil was so effective on a human? Because Tsurugi, who had been limp with fear, was instantly rock hard.
But in reality, Tsurugi’s teeth were still chattering in fear. He genuinely thought he was about to be taken from behind by his brother. To his total surprise, however, after smearing Tsurugi, this merciful brother proceeded to smear the oil on his own backside.
"[…….?]" Tsurugi was stunned.
The delirious and merciful brother spread his legs and shoved a large amount of the oil inside himself.
Both of them were drenched in sweat due to the oil’s effects. Maru’s hair was soaked, and the space between his pale, sturdy thighs was glistening with heat.
Tsurugi threw his head back, his body twitching uncontrollably as Maru sat down directly onto Tsurugi’s shaft. Although it was better than he had imagined, it was still enough to make Tsurugi’s vision go white with shock.
The medicine took hold. Maru was already heaving above Tsurugi. He closed his eyes and gripped Tsurugi’s wrists. Soon, Tsurugi’s reason abandoned him as well.
A switch inside his body was slammed open by raw force. Unknowingly, Maru’s cursed energy waned, and Tsurugi surged upward, flipping Maru beneath him.
"Mar...u..." His expression was fierce. His hands locked onto Maru’s waist, gripping hard enough to leave vivid bruises. "You can’t blame me for this, can you?"
Maru looked dazed, his cursed energy suddenly dissipating into nothingness. He trembled, tears streaming down his face.
Tsurugi used every ounce of his strength to thrust into Maru’s body, drawing broken, sobbing cries from his lips.
"Ah..........!!! Ah!!!!............. Ah!!!!!..............."
Tsurugi felt as if he were going to pierce right through him. He showed no restraint, leaving bruises all over Maru’s body.
Fierce and gritting his teeth until he could taste his own blood, Tsurugi saw Maru go limp. Maru accepted the violent impacts with wide eyes. Tsurugi tightened his grip on Maru’s ankles—now stained a deep purple from the pressure—and flipped him over.
Thanks to the drug, Maru’s body clung to Tsurugi, soft and slick, overflowing with semen. Their senses were amplified to the extreme, and raw, primal desire poured out between them.
Halfway through, Tsurugi even instinctively began to slap Maru’s buttocks, as if venting his anger. Maru cried out, yet his body contracted even more, tightly holding Tsurugi’s penis within him.
Covered in semen that mingled with the scent of alcohol, Maru trembled incessantly, lost in a string of climaxes. The pathological Simmrian drug had stripped away their self-control, forcing them to devour every inch of each other. Even the semen Tsurugi shot into his mouth tasted sweet to Maru, leaving him only thirstier.
The room was left in total chaos; even the table had split. After several hours of intense battle, the two fell asleep in each other’s arms, completely unconscious. Perhaps in a few more hours, Tsurugi would wake up first. The bottle of aphrodisiac, the root of all this, lay innocently in the corner of the room, while Maru slept happily, drooling as he dreamed of being hailed as a heroic warrior.