Only with Your Heart

The weather was terribly whimsical that morning.

A remnant of the heavy rain that was falling during the night is still dripping ahead of the sky as a grey rain cloud. A strong, cold wind was blowing, but its airflow was about to push the rain clouds far away, and the far blue sky glanced over at the other side.

Here, the rain fell a lot from the beginning of autumn to the beginning of spring, and the weather rarely collapsed in summer. There was nothing like a typhoon, the humidity was low and dry, and it was quite warm compared to the metropolitan area where the thousand cranes were.

Yes... this is not Japan.

Maybe not even Earth.

A distant and distant world I chose to live with the man I love. Land of the other world. Words, customs, weather, the end country where everything is different......

Chizuru looked out the window and immersed himself in emotion for a while before gently shifting his gaze to the parchment at hand. There is a table of inorganic numbers lined up there.

─ ─ Chizuru recently learned how to count the calendars of this world.

That was somewhat close to the Japanese lunar calendar, he had a month at the full moon, and he was adjusting the season across several yearly noodles.

So 'no' to be exact. But above the date, it's definitely today...

February 14th.

Yes... it was Valentine's Day.

That evening.

Chizuru made a sweet baked sweet broth with a slight mix of bitter spices that resembled cocoa as a result of a day's thinking.

Naturally, there is no chocolate in this world. The main sweetness was the condiment like water candy, the compote where the fruit was simmered in sugar acne, and the primitive cookie-style baked confectionery with a mixture of cereals, which was also not served very often.

Since there was not even wrapping paper, Chizuru, stuffed with its baked treats in an empty glass vial, wrapped a ribbon around the top to tie her hair together for a slight decoration.

(Yeah, better than nothing...... should be good!

This afternoon, Ruklov is away with a few knights, despite the rain pattern, for something like an inspection of the castle town's waters. He seems to be back by dinner, so I decided to relax and wait for him in the bedroom.

Speaking of which, I've never seen Ruklov like to eat sweet things, and... I thought looking out the window at the light rain dripping.

He wasn't a gastronomer, there was a verse that seemed to me to think that diet was a compulsory activity that took nutrition into the body to live. So basically, I ate everything, and I hardly like it or dislike it.

Staring into the vial, a little smaller than the palm of my hand, I told myself that this was just a symbol… like a love day ritual showing love and gratitude. Of course he won't eat it, but he won't be more pleased with it.

Chizuru, who placed the vial on a small table by the bed, lay down all the while feeling more tired than he thought because of the confectionery making he hadn't done in a long time.

Just a little.

Decide so and close the heavy eyelids. Chizuru's consciousness disappeared there.

"Chizuru"

A low, glossy voice tickles the ears of a thousand cranes, and the hairline of his forehead is softened by his male fingers. When I reacted tingly and opened my eyes, there was the appearance of Ruklov. Slightly damp hair. An insensitive mustache that shows the end of the day is fading under his chin.

Chizuru smiled safely and laid one hand on the cheek of the knight.

"Welcome back. You know, I've got a little something to surprise you today"

Ruklov grabbed Chizuru's hand and embarked on the bed to cover himself as he bent his torso.

"Don't feel like knowing or not wanting to know. Often when you surprise me, it doesn't come down to a lot..."

That's quite an inclusive word.

But it was true, so Chizuru shrugged his shoulders small.

"This time it's not like that. You know, in my country of birth, today is the day to give a sweet treat to a man I like. So..."

He said, twirling himself, reaching over to the small table beside him and leaning over the vial. I gave him a vial to Lucrov's chest.

"I'll give this to Ruklov. Have it. Valentine's Gifts"

"" Valentine in "?

Ruklov listened back with a pronunciation that would be more like Chizuru and others. Oh, these foreign languages that are not in this world often don't communicate well.

"Well, it sounds like the name of a saint from a distant country I've been in for a long time... who was probably worshipped as something like a patron saint about love... and celebrated it and gave a sweet thing to a man I like from a woman"

Even if I try to remember it well, no further detailed explanation comes to mind.

It would be even longer if I tried to explain chocolate, and here, I was hoping you could just get me a treat without saying anything difficult. This is formal... because Chizuru just wanted to feel a little warm happiness.

Someone I like is right around the corner and receives the love of Thousand Cranes.

Just taste that happiness.

Upon checking its contents from the outside, Luklov, who received the vial offered, immediately turned to Chizuru.

"Did I mention the day a woman gives something sweet to a man she likes?

Something, Ruklov whispers in a tone that's not a matter of urgency.

"Ugh, yeah......"

"That's a terribly one-sided custom. What if a man wants to send something to a woman he loves?

"I have a day to pay you back in a month. Return the gift you received on Valentine's Day from a man to a woman on a day called White Day, a month later."

"A month," Ruklov narrowed his eyes suspiciously. And I assured you. "I can't wait that long"

It does feel that way. Chizuru grinned lightly as he creaked.

"Don't pay me back! 'Cause I just kind of missed it and thought I'd give it to you."

"I'll take this... I'll eat it later"

Putting the vial back on the small table where it was, Ruklov laid his hands on both sides of Chizuru's face and stared down at his wife.

"And a month later, 'give back' and they... let me now"

"Huh... Hih"

Ruklov began to eagle and rub one breast over the one-piece style dress that Chizuru was wearing. And face the other chest, daring to include it in his mouth.

"Ah... uh, Lucro... oh, no... yeah"

While Chizuru was stuffy, Ruklov cleverly loosened the bow around the front of the dress. Plump and chest spill as ripe fruit rolls off the trees.

Luklov caressed its top, which lit bright red, carefully using his tongue and fingers.

"Mmm...... eh. Ma... I'm going to... dinner... ah!

It was it that Luklov greedily tasted the breasts of the thousand cranes, sending the unparalleled pleasures of the world to the whole body of the thousand cranes, as the hungry would avert the food which had not been given in a long time. The toes tremble and heat builds up in the lower abdomen.

I couldn't wait.

"Today... you said it was the day they gave you something sweet"

The voice spinning between rough breaths was glossy but dry, and the sound alone made the thousand cranes hot.

Ruklov's hand creeping into his skirt in a motion that knew everything, slowly headed north. His hands were cold when he was out all the time. The skin touched stiffens and hardens, and the excitement of a mixture of anticipation and anxiety free wraps around the body.

"Ugh... mmm... Huh!"

"Don't hesitate, then"

Ruklov tasted the top of his chest carefully. Lick, roll, and sweet bite in a slow, burning motion that is uncut. At the same time, fingers crawl into the petals lurking between his legs, immediately searching for sensitive areas.

And the sweet offense began.

"Ha... ah, ah... here's the thing... soon..."

"I'm not going to complain about what my wife gave me... but let me tell you one thing"

"Oh, no, there..."

"The sweetest thing for me is this. There's nothing more sweet in this world."

"Huh!"

Chizuru, whose head had already turned bright white, had somehow been skirted up by Luklov, but was first noticed face to face by shame.

Wait, without a gap to say or correct his posture, Ruklov's tongue was beginning to love an important part of Chizuru. Crazily clever. With deep affection.

My whole body trembles when I'm scared. I bit my lower lip trying to contain the whispering that was about to leak violently, but only for a little while could I bear it with that degree of resistance.

"Because today seems like a good day to taste it at all costs"

Lucrov interpreted Valentine as, yes, full of wild flavor.

There was no more room for Chizuru to explain such a fine difference. Because... maybe it's not a mistake. Because today is love day. If this is a form of love between you two, maybe you can drown......

[Valentine's Day novel - over]