Chimera of Batius - Chapter 6

Knock, knock.

Since dawn, a tapping had sounded at the window. Cheil drew the curtain and saw Eden knocking from outside, leaving the door perfectly untouched. Cheil approached slowly and opened the window wide.

“Ugh, I almost froze to death!”

The steady snow kept falling. Cheil smiled as he pinched the tip of Eden’s thick beard.

“Stop complaining and come in quietly.”

Though Eden stepped lightly, the wooden floor creaked. Like a tightrope walker, he slipped nimbly into the room, accustomed to defying heights in his youth.

Cheil chose the smallest room in the hostel. Although it was narrow and uncomfortable, it allowed him to have his own space. The other members of the group brought strangers to their rooms to spend the night, which could endanger Cheil’s identity. As he closed the window, he asked:

“I guess no one saw you coming.”

“Of course not! What do you take me for?”

Eden lifted his chin with an air of smugness.

The room was decorated in dark, sober tones. In the center, a small brazier replaced the fireplace, but no matter how tightly they shut the doors, the air was terribly cold. Still, Cheil wore only a white wool robe over his naked body. Eden clicked his tongue when he saw him.

“In this cold, what kind of outfit is that? Anyone would think you’re crazy.”

“Northern clothes aren’t very practical.”

For Cheil, who had inherited the constitution of a chimera, regulating his temperature wasn’t difficult. He had no need for bulky clothes that restricted his movement.

“You can’t think only from your point of view! You have to consider what a normal person would think!”

Cheil slipped off the robe, revealing a flawless body. His dark skin was so smooth it seemed to shine, and his muscles, without a trace of fat, were more beautiful than a horse’s. As Eden admired his tall, slender frame, he frowned at the sight of Cheil’s prominent member.

“Ugh! There’s nothing small on your body, nothing at all. Here, take this!”

The official reason Cheil and his team had come to Heinsley was an invitation from Dexler. But the true client who had summoned them was someone else.

“He says he wants to confirm it with his own eyes… Honestly, nobles are too distrustful—it’s a problem.”

Eden grumbled. Cheil adjusted the fur cap covering his ears and stuck his head out the window. His room was in the farthest corner of the building. In that shadowy corner, not even a rat would dare pass.

“Cheil…! Come quickly!”

Eden had already gone ahead and was waving from a distance. Cheil closed his window and strode toward him with long steps.

Unlike Cheil’s long strides, Eden moved hurriedly, almost running.

“What if someone comes looking for you out of nowhere?”

“So what if they do?”

“So what?! If we’re caught sneaking out like this, we’re done for!”

“Who the hell would come looking for me at this hour? Only some idiot who wants to be castrated or some fool who wants me to smash his face in.”

“Shhh, shhh! Watch what you say…!”

“You started it.”

Cheil replied calmly. Eden clicked his tongue and shook his head, as if to say, “You’re right, I started it.”

Their destination was an old house tucked in an alley behind the square. Cheil looked around, noting the quiet of the place, and frowned.

“Wouldn’t a secret meeting in the dead of night be better?”

To hide, the darkness of night was far better than dawn. Eden, walking briskly, exhaled with difficulty and let out a sound of surprise.

“I asked them that too, but they told me that in this area, where nightlife is very common, the early morning hours are the quietest. And it looks like they’re right, judging by what we see.”

As they crossed the square, they only ran into one or two shopkeepers who had just opened their stores.

“It’s unimaginable in the south.”

“I think the same. Ah, we’re here. That house, over there.”

Eden pointed to a brick building with a blue-painted door. After glancing around, he stepped up and knocked.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

After the rhythmic taps, the door opened and an old man greeted them.

“Who is it?”

“I’m the person from Meldine you arranged to meet.”

Eden bowed and smiled. Cheil folded his arms and hung back, defiant. The old man looked them up and down, then swung the door wide.

“Come in.”

Inside, unlike the shabby exterior, the place was well furnished. Candles lit every corner instead of a chandelier, and a fireplace blazed with a stack of logs. Cheil pulled off his hood and stepped forward, skirting the flames. Around a round table sat a middle-aged man with an elegant bearing. He looked at Cheil and Eden.

“You’re the company director?”

The direct, authoritative question sounded arrogant.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Eden stepped forward and bowed again. The man was the Duke of Lorencelot, a central figure in the group that followed Dexler and the one responsible for bringing Cheil to Heinsley. Eden inclined his head to the duke.

“It’s an honor to see you again.”

“Enough formalities. Let’s go in.”

The Duke of Lorencelot gestured toward the interior. Eden followed.

Beside the duke stood a young man. Medium height, curly brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and a sturdy torso—clearly a northerner. If he had to be compared to someone, he’d resemble Dexler.

“Father. Then I’ll stay here.”

At his words, the Duke of Lorencelot nodded and went inside. An old servant accompanied him, helping him walk with difficulty. Cheil tried to follow, but the young man blocked his path.

“You’re the dancer the director talks so much about?”

An intense gaze studied Cheil.

“I suppose so.”

Cheil answered politely. The man’s eyes swept over Cheil’s body from head to toe, lingering on shoulders, wrists, waist, knees, and ankles. It was a look Cheil had received many times before—a look that appraised and desired. When Cheil lifted his head, the gaze stopped on his face. The young man curved his lips into a smile.

“Do you have anything to say to me?”

“Say? To someone like you, who sells his body, it’s faster to get straight to the point. But…”

The man began circling Cheil.

“This is exactly the kind of man Hilinda likes. Does Dexler really know what Ruzerolt likes?” He laughed and stopped. “What’s your name?”

But Cheil, instead of answering, ran his fingers through his hair. The man frowned and asked again.

“I asked you your name.”

“Didn’t you say it was faster to get straight to the point with someone like me?”

“Oh, really?”

The man let out a loud laugh.

“Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

He stared at him with wide eyes and threatened him with his tone. However, Cheil, calmly, caressed his own soft hand and replied:

“I just repeated what I heard.”

The man was able to mention Dexler’s name without hesitation. He had to be someone close to him, or someone of very high rank, or both. Moreover, he was someone who had entrusted Cheil with an important mission and therefore found himself in a position of inferiority.

The man frowned with an expression of disbelief and crossed his arms.

“Do you really think that will let you seduce Ruzerolt? That Ruzerolt!”

Cheil had been summoned by the duke under the pretext of “wanting to confirm it with his own eyes.” That meant… should the “confirmation” about him be done through this man?

The man continued to show great distrust. It was the first time Cheil had encountered someone who didn’t trust him, despite having dealt with hundreds, perhaps thousands of people. Cheil couldn’t help letting out a small, mocking laugh.

“Why are you laughing?”

The man got angry immediately. However, he wasn’t threatening at all. Rather, he looked ridiculous.

A confirmation…

It wasn’t difficult at all. Manipulating people was as easy for Cheil as eating.

“I asked you why you’re laughing!”

Cheil approached the man.

“I was thinking about various things. The laughter just slipped out.”

“What?”

“ About who you might be… ‘Since it’s hard to get an answer in words, maybe it’s better to find out physically’… I was having those kinds of thoughts.”

Cheil extended his hand and placed it on the table behind the man.

“Damn arrogant…”

The man forcefully pushed Cheil’s hand away. In his hand, he now held a small dagger he had taken from the table.

Cheil elegantly twirled his long fingers, playing with the knife.

“Why don’t we make a little bet?”

At Cheil’s sudden proposal, the man frowned and looked at him with confusion.

“A bet?”

Cheil, who had been spinning the dagger several times, grabbed it again. Then, with the back of the blade, gave a light tap on the man’s chest.

“If you respond to the conversation I offer with my body, you’ll tell me your name. And if you manage to endure it, I’ll gladly accept any punishment you decide to impose on me.” Cheil leaned his torso toward the man, making his body lean backward. “What do you think? For someone like me, who sells his body, it’s faster to confront physically than to talk. Only by checking with the body could you know its true value, don’t you think?”

Cheil slid the back of the dagger across the man’s chest. As expected, having a clear purpose of “verification”, he didn’t reject it. The blade of the dagger popped the buttons of his shirt one by one. With a smile, Cheil slid his hand inside the open garment, subtly caressing the robust chest while pressing his body against the man’s.

Ever since he arrived in the north, the only person who had captured Cheil’s attention was Ruzerolt. Perhaps he had grown so accustomed to Ruzerolt’s flawless appearance, without a single curve in his features, that he felt absolutely no interest in the man in front of him. Although he knew the man was there, determined and expectant, with the intention of “seeing what happened,” he had no desire to kiss his lips.

Instead of kissing the man’s lips, Cheil tilted his head toward his neck. He sucked on the thick skin with a wet sound while pressing against his chest. Then, as he squeezed and pulled at the flesh as if kneading it, the man swallowed. Cheil deftly pinched his n1pples while lowering his lips to the collarbone.

The dagger he held in his other hand he tossed back onto the table. With his free hand, he massaged the back of the man’s neck, then slid his palm down his spine. He gripped the man’s buttocks hard, as if they might burst under his grasp. When he tried to pull outward, the fabric of the pants stretched tight. The flesh pressed together again like a hip bone, then pulled outward once more, exposing a space between the cheeks. Probably, the hidden hole beneath the fabric had tightened from the unusual movement. Often, the human body replaced these unknown sensations with arousal.

Cheil pressed his body closer to the man’s, moving his hips. With his tongue, he licked the Adam’s apple while earlier sucking on his collarbone. His fingers grew more insistent as he caressed the n1pples. Not long after they began to come together, a faint moan escaped the man’s mouth.

“What do you think?”

Though the man wore an expression of distaste, he licked his lower lip as if savoring something and tried to hide his ragged breathing. Cheil, bringing his lips close to the man’s jawline as if to kiss him, whispered:

“Do you think this will be enough to seduce Sir Ruzerolt?”

Cheil’s member showed no reaction. However, the man’s p3nis, rubbing against him, was already hard. Cheil pulled away his hands and lips that had been caressing him.

“Damn it…”

The man let out a grunt as he looked at Cheil’s crooked smile and took a deep breath. Alternating between his own swollen p3nis and Cheil’s face, his expression darkened with defeat.

“…My name is Mcbencer Lorencelot. Call me Mcbencer.”

“Sir Mcbencer.”

Cheil bowed his head in greeting.

“From what I can see, by telling me your name it means you’re satisfied with the conversation of the body.”

He cleared his throat to avoid answering.

Cheil hid his hand behind his back and rubbed it against his clothes. He tried to rid himself of the unpleasant feeling on his skin, but he still didn’t feel right. If it had been Ruzerolt’s body he had just groped, he wouldn’t have felt so dirty. No, rather, it might have been he who longed for the other’s body. Perhaps he would have even torn those clothes off immediately. He would have ripped only the top of his pants and, urgently, would have penetrated him, pressing his neat and dignified face against this table… He would love to make him cry, in such an obsessive and filthy way that it would be impossible to ignore.

Ah… damn it.

His throat was dry with thirst. Imagining the pleasure he would get from Ruzerolt’s body, his p3nis hardened. Cheil lowered his hand to his lower abdomen. Just as he was about to rub his swollen member beneath his clothes…

Knock.

“Ah… Take care! I’ll do everything I can so you have nothing to worry about.”

Eden opened the door with a servile posture. The duke, who limped out, looked at Cheil with disdain. Cheil removed the hand from his lower abdomen and bowed his head.

“Mcbencer, let’s go.”

“Yes, Father.”

Mcbencer had already put on his coat, covering his torn chest. As he watched those guys disappear, the excitement he had felt cooled. As soon as the door closed, Eden clung to him.

“Cheil, how was it?”

“Wipe that disgusting look off your face.”

Eden staggered when he pushed him with the tips of his fingers.

“Ah, why are you upset again?”

“It killed my appetite.”

“Huh? Did you eat something just now?”

“…”

Cheil frowned as he watched Eden spouting nonsense.