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"Wow! That was delicious!"

As he walked along the nighttime path, Izumo rubbed his belly with satisfaction. After a week of proper meals, he truly felt alive again.

The meat, though lean, was tender, and the seasoning and grilling were perfectly balanced. The fish had a delightful crispness, likely from being grilled over a charcoal fire. The vegetables and fruits were astonishingly fresh and sweet.

To be honest, since he hadn't expected much, the flavors that far exceeded his imagination made it impossible to stop eating.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Karim, walking beside him, smiled. However, his expression quickly shifted to one of concern.

"But, um... is your stomach okay?"

The feast had lasted about an hour, during which Izumo had eaten everything.

In front of him were dishes meant for five people, including portions for Adl and Karim. It was intended for sharing, with an emphasis on presentation.

But as soon as the meal began, Izumo devoured everything.

Even as more dishes arrived in succession, it was like pouring water into a bottomless jar—Izumo kept eating without limit.

If Adl hadn't ended the feast, he might have consumed all the food meant for everyone present.

"Oh, right," Izumo muttered, scratching his cheek awkwardly.

"To be honest, I'm still not full, but I thought I'd hold back a little."

Karim broke into a nervous smile, sweat beading on his forehead.

Perhaps it was best not to let Izumo know where the food storage was located.

"So, is your place still far?" Izumo asked, looking down the road.

"Feels like we've been walking forever."

"If we climb to the top of this hill, we'll be there. Just a bit more patience, please," Karim encouraged him.

The two were heading to Karim's home, which also happened to be the house traditionally occupied by generations of prayer practitioners.

Unlike when they entered the village, the path now sloped gently upward.

The moon hung thin in the sky, sharp enough to seem as though it could cut if touched. The moonlight felt oddly unsettling, but the well-maintained path dispelled any unease.

"Is there a reason your house is so far from the village?"

"Prayer practitioners deal with things that aren't human. If we're in the village, it makes the others uneasy."

Things that aren't human. Maybe spiritual entities tied to their beliefs.

It piqued his interest, but Izumo decided not to pry too deeply.

"Still, you've taken care of me in every possible way. I feel bad about it,"

Izumo said, deliberately lightening his tone as if to change the subject.

"Just feeding me was more than enough, but you're even offering me a place to stay."

While Izumo had been busy eating, it seemed Karim and Adl had discussed what to do with him. By the end of the meal, it was decided that Izumo could stay in the village for as long as he wished. In the meantime, until proper arrangements could be made, he would stay at Karim's house.

"We can't let a hero sleep outside—it would shame us. As long as you're here, Lord Izumo, we'll do everything we can for you."

Karim's spirited response made Izumo smile without realizing it.

This young man had an affable nature, which seemed oddly mismatched with his dignified appearance.

"Thanks for going out of your way to accommodate me, but I'm surprised Adl allowed it," said Izumo.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Karim.

"I mean, prayer practitioners like you must hold a special status in the village. And on top of that, Adl is your blood sibling. Even if I did save your life, having you serve a man who just rolled in from nowhere seems... careless," Izumo explained.

Even with the excuse that Karim was the only one who could understand Izumo, the logic of assigning him as an attendant didn't sit well. This was the same group that had sent multiple guards just to collect herbs, yet now entrusted a complete stranger to Karim's care. It was hard to wrap his head around.

“Well, that's reassuring, then," Karim said, flashing an easy smile, unbothered by Izumo's concerns.

“Adl possesses the ability to perceive the hearts of others. The fact that he gave permission means Lord Izumo is someone worthy of trust."

“You're saying he can read minds?" asked Izumo.

“Not exactly," Karim replied. “He described it as sensing the shape of someone's heart. In any case, if Adl says it's fine, it is fine."

It was a vague explanation, but Karim spoke with unwavering certainty. Izumo recalled the moment he had shaken Adl's hand and the way those golden eyes had seemed to pierce right through him, as if glimpsing the deepest parts of his soul.

'Magic...it couldn't be, right?' Izumo thought to himself.

Magic could produce any number of phenomena depending on its nature, but interfering with someone's inner thoughts was unheard of. And for Adl to pull it off without any spellcasting framework, even in the presence of a high-ranking magician like Izumo? That would make him a prodigious, once-in-a-generation mage. The idea of such a monstrous talent residing in this remote forest seemed absurd. Izumo dismissed the thought, reasoning that he had simply been overawed by Adl's presence and demeanor.

'Still, I should stay vigilant,' he reminded himself.

There was much about these people that defied understanding. From the way the men had moved during the fight with Maju to the unsettling aura Karim had displayed just before reaching the village, Izumo's instincts warned against underestimating them based on appearances alone. Even Adl's approval could be part of some hidden agenda. While he couldn't ignore their hospitality, lingering here without knowing their true intentions didn't seem wise.

'If possible, I should leave tomorrow,' he resolved inwardly, even as he outwardly returned Karim's words with a polite smile.

About five minutes after they began ascending the hill, Karim's house came into view. It was significantly larger than the houses in the village, with a sturdier design that conveyed its importance. From its grandeur alone, it was clear how much the villagers esteemed their prayer practitioners.

"That's quite a big house. Do you live here alone?" Izumo asked.

"About half of it is used as storage for tools and ingredients I need to make medicine. The living quarters aren't much larger than the village houses, so it might feel a bit cramped. I hope you don't mind," Karim replied, leading him inside.

The interior turned out to be more spacious than Izumo had imagined. The floor was dug out to just below his knees, leveled off to a smooth surface. The ceiling was so high that even Karim would struggle to touch it, creating an open and airy atmosphere. The house was divided into a living area in the front and storage space in the back.

To the left of the entrance, a clay oven sat near a collection of water jars, baskets filled with vegetables, stone tools, and wooden tableware. On the opposite side of the room, a bed made of dried grass and covered with animal hides was laid out, large enough to comfortably accommodate three people Izumo's size.

In the center of the living space was a hearth, its warm fire softly illuminating the room. Toward the back in the storage area, a ladder made of sun-dried bricks and wooden planks leaned against the wall. The storage was filled with jars of liquid, bags containing various plants, and tools whose purposes Izumo could only guess at.

"It's amazing," he said, his voice filled with genuine surprise. The place was a strange blend of primitive and sophisticated, a refined recreation of ancient life using advanced technology. Though it was certainly different from what he was used to, it felt surprisingly cozy.

"Here, please sit," Karim said, placing a small rug near the fire. A fresh, herbal scent tickled Izumo's nose. He thanked him and sat down, keeping his bag and gun within reach.

"Lord Izumo, do you drink?" Karim asked, returning from somewhere inside.

"I do, if you have any. I was hoping for some at the feast."

"We don't serve it at gatherings like that, as we don't have much," Karim replied with a playful smile. He returned with two small cups and a slender jar. "Would you like some before bed?"

"Sure, why not?" Izumo replied.

Karim handed him a cup, which was about the size of his thumb and seemed to be made of wood. He slowly poured a thick, golden liquid from the jar. The liquid had a sweet, herbal scent.

"It's a unique flavor," Izumo commented.

"It's a potion passed down through generations of priests," Karim explained. "It's made with honey and various herbs. I hope you like it."

Karim poured himself a small amount and took a sip. Izumo followed suit. The initial taste was sweet, followed by a refreshing, almost tingling sensation. The sweetness of the honey tempered the spiciness of the herbs, creating a unique flavor. It was syrupy, but the slight bitterness at the end confirmed that it was indeed an alcoholic beverage.

"I've never tasted anything like it," Izumo said, impressed. "It's growing on me. Can I have more?"

"Of course," Karim replied, refilling Izumo's cup. "But be warned, if you find it particularly delicious, it means you're exhausted."

Karim poured himself another drink. "I heard the battle with the Ma-ro was quite intense."

"It was," Izumo replied, his voice was heavy. "I never want to fight something like that again."

"We've lived in this forest for generations, but we've never seen a beast like that. Even Bari couldn't handle it."

"The Ma-ro are skilled magicians who prioritize retreat. For a non-magical human to fight one is practically suicide."

Izumo took another drink, drowning his sorrows. "To be honest, it was a miracle I won." He paused. The Ma-ro was probably weakened, and it seemed obsessed with humans.

It was nothing more than a fortunate coincidence that led to victory amidst a complex interplay of various factors.

“Are there many Majus like Ma-ro outside the forest?"

“They're everywhere, teeming like flies. Fortunately, you don't run into them too often, though."

As he tipped his glass, Izumo began recounting tales of the Majus he had fought. The alcohol had lightened his mood, and the way Karim eagerly probed with questions brought him unexpected joy.

“Lord Izumo, you've fought against such terrifying Majus? That makes you a hero."

“I didn't fight them alone, though," he replied with a wry smile, adding a note of humility.

“No matter the kind of Maju, fighting as a group is the norm. This time, circumstances forced me to act alone, but it would be wrong to claim the victory was solely my doing."

Real-life battles were rarely as straightforward as the ones in stories. Equipment, comrades, condition, mental state, terrain, weather, the enemy's abilities—countless unpredictable elements constantly altered the situation. Even with a carefully crafted strategy, fights often deviated from the plan.

In this case, several factors had fortunately worked in Izumo's favor. A slight shift in circumstances, and he would have been the one dead instead.

“The real MVP of this battle was Latif," he said as he poured himself more alcohol. The image of the boy's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

“Without Latif, I'd undoubtedly be dead."

“Latif?" Karim's expression shifted to one of confusion.

“You're saying that boy helped you, Lord Izumo?"

“You know those stone spears you carry? He threw one at Ma-ro. It was a strike powerful enough to make anyone tremble."

Izumo gestured vividly as he explained, but Karim tilted his head in doubt.

“Pardon me, but are you sure you're not confusing him with someone else? That boy was injured before and shouldn't even be able to hold a spear."

“Is that so? Then who could've thrown the spear..."

His words began to slur. His eyelids grew heavy, and a peculiar warmth spread through his body. It seemed the alcohol was finally taking effect. Given the size of the cup, he didn't think he'd drunk that much.

“Lord Izumo, perhaps you should rest now? I'll guide you around the village tomorrow, and we can inquire about Latif then. For now, you should let yourself recover."

“Ah, right. About tomorrow..."

Izumo fought off the drowsiness and straightened his posture. This was something he had to say.

“I appreciate the offer, but there's no need for a village tour. Instead, could you show me the way out of the forest? I'd like to head back to town and replenish my mana stones. I used up quite a few fighting Ma-ro, and relying on my spares makes me uneasy."

He spoke in the gentlest tone he could manage. In truth, he wanted to leave the forest as soon as possible. The contract deadline had already passed, and he hadn't found any trace of Yupitorga. Concluding that the target wasn't here and withdrawing wouldn't cause any issues. However, if he expressed his intentions too bluntly, it might come across as disdain for the village. So he carefully framed his explanation, emphasizing the unavoidable circumstances.

Yet Karim's face darkened with a tinge of sorrow, and she remained silent. His expression revealed his struggle to find the right way to convey what he wanted to say.

“Is there some kind of problem?" Izumo asked.

“I'm sorry," Karim finally spoke. “But we don't know how to leave this forest either."

Izumo couldn't immediately grasp the meaning of his words.

"The village people prohibits leaving? Then I have no choice. But if it's not too much, share some provisions. I'll figure it out on my own."

"It's not like that. Even if you try to leave, you can't."

Karim spoke with a pained expression.

"It's just as you said, Lord Izumo. No matter how much you check your direction and walk, you end up back in the same place. Many have tried to escape before, but no one has ever succeeded."

Karim's voice was earnest. There was no hint of jest or deception.

Izumo racked his sluggish mind, desperately trying to process the information.

"But even if you can't leave, outsiders can come in, right? Even in a forest like this, wouldn't there be merchants or traders bringing goods? You could ask them for directions or leave with them. When's the next one coming?"

"No one comes to this village."

Karim's words shattered Izumo's last shred of hope.

"Just as we cannot leave the forest, no one from outside enters it.

To my knowledge, you are the first person to ever come to this village, Lord Izumo."

"No, no, that's absurd. Then how can you speak a language from outside the village?

If you can't leave the forest and no one enters, how did you learn it?"

"I was taught by the previous prayer leader, Master Rashid."

"Then that guy must know something. Where is he? Let me meet him right now."

"He passed away. Three years ago, he fell off a cliff."

Karim lowered his gaze, seemingly recalling the memory.

"Then... did he leave anything behind? A journal or notes?"

"All his belongings were burned, as per our village's customs."

It felt as though the ground beneath Izumo collapsed. The helplessness he'd experienced in the past few days resurfaced vividly, swallowing him whole. The satisfaction he had felt from a full meal and some drinks plunged into an abyss.

"You're joking, right?"

"I'm not. We've been trapped in this forest since long before we were born."

Karim's words were heavy, spoken with infinite quietness.

Unbelievable. It couldn't be true. Yet, somewhere deep down, Izumo half-accepted the truth.

The communicator to Garland not connecting. Wandering the forest for a week. The absence of any mention of these villagers in nearby towns.

It was as if this forest was severed from the rest of the world.

“It looks like you have been possessed by the god, Lord Izumo,"

Karim's words rose to the surface again.

Abandoned by the gods? Was that why he was stranded here, unable to leave the forest?

"Ridiculous. That can't be true."

Izumo grabbed his gun and belongings and stood up. Pulling the brim of his hat down, he avoided eye contact.

"Sorry. I need some time. I need to clear my head."

Without waiting for Karim's reply, Izumo headed for the door.

He planned to leave the village right away. Not another second could he stand staying in this place.

But he didn't make it more than a few steps before his legs gave out.

He tried to move forward, but his body refused.

Only his upper body lunged forward.

Unable to comprehend what was happening, Izumo stared blankly at the approaching ground.

Just before he collided with the earth, his vision turned white. A soft sensation enveloped him.

He looked up to see a beautiful white tiger staring back at him. Now he understood why Karim had stopped him.

"I know this is hard to believe," Karim said, "and you might think I'm lying. I'd understand if you wanted to leave. But..." Tears welled up in Karim's eyes. "Please, could you stay with me just for tonight?"

He embraced Izumo, his warmth enveloping Izumo's body. For the first time, Izumo felt a genuine human warmth. His earlier anxiety melted away.

'What am I doing?'he thought. He'd been about to rush out of the forest without a second thought. He'd known from the beginning that something was strange about this place. Karim's words had only confirmed his suspicions. Even if he went back into the forest now, he'd just be repeating the same futile attempts of the past week. Nothing would change.

'I guess I have no choice but to rest for now,' he thought.

His body felt heavy, and he couldn't move a finger. He was exhausted from the battle with the Ma-ro, on top of being hungry and tired. There was no way he could do anything more.

'This guy doesn't seem so bad after all,' he thought, looking up at Karim. The young man was gazing at him with clear, blue eyes. Izumo felt like he'd seen those eyes somewhere before.

"I'm more exhausted than I thought," Izumo admitted. "So, can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course," Karim replied with a warm smile. Izumo thought it would be nice if this was the last thing he ever saw. It was a gentle, spring-like smile.

'My eyelids are getting heavy. I think I'll close my eyes,' Izumo mumbled.

As soon as he lost consciousness, he felt a strange sensation. Something was swelling in his lower belly. A painful urge was building up. It was a sexual desire, a powerful one.

'What the hell?'

He opened his eyes abruptly. He had been so relaxed, so unprepared. The desire he had buried deep within him had surfaced. All the stress and tension of the past few days had been building up, and now it was all coming out.

His lower half was swelling rapidly. He felt Karim's body against his, and realized that Karim must have noticed. But Karim showed no sign of surprise.

"Karim, can you help me lie down?"

"Of course," Karim replied, lifting Izumo and laying him on the bed.

The bed of dry grass and fur was surprisingly comfortable. He felt safe and protected, like a large, gentle animal. But as he lay on his back, he realized that his lower body was even more swollen. It was impossible to ignore.

"Don't worry," Karim said. "It's a natural reaction."

"Wh, what do you mean?" Izumo asked, confused.

"I think you're underestimating the effects of this potion," Karim said, his eyes narrowing as if he were looking at a child who was obviously lying. "This is a powerful tonic, normally used to restore the strength of the sick or injured. It has a very strong aphrodisiac effect."

"But I didn't drink that much, and the cups were so small," Izumo protested. He remembered having about seven cups, which was roughly equivalent to a glass of wine.

"Even a sip is enough for someone of our build. You might find it difficult to sleep tonight, Lord Izumo," Karim replied with a smirk.

"You should have told me that earlier! You kept pouring me more!" Izumo tried to stand up, but he collapsed. The potion was really starting to take effect. His body felt heavy, and his thoughts were becoming muddled. His desire was growing stronger by the second, and his lower half felt like it was about to burst.

Karim watched him with a strangely calm expression. "Lord Izumo, as I said, there are only men in this village. We can't bring you a woman. I understand if this is difficult for you."

Izumo was beyond caring at this point. His sexual desire had completely overwhelmed his reason. He even dropped his pride and he was on the verge of losing control and masterbating himself right in front of Karim. But before he could do anything, Karim said something that completely baffled him.

"I'll help you with that."

"What?" Izumo looked up at Karim in confusion. Karim's eyes were serious, with a strange intensity.

I think that the higher the temperature, the greener the flame looks, regardless.

"Please excuse me."

Karim touched Izumo's belt.

"No, wait... I, I can do this on my own..."

Izumo's protest was also futile, unkindly loosened, followed by pants and underwear. A towering, reddish-skinned thing popped out from underneath the underwear.

It was towering in the middle of light brown hair, was puffed up more than ever.

It was twitching and pulsing in search of a place to discharge his desires, and at the end, he recalled tears overflowing without being able to bear them.

He couldn't help it if we've been come this far. Izumo was ready for it.

Although it was said to be a man, there would be no problem if you leave it to this sincere young white tiger.

At least there is no way to act senselessly against an opponent you called a hero.

It will be softened by hand.

As much as he thought so, Izumo screamed at the sudden moist touch.

"Wh, what are you doing...“

Karim was letting his peachy tongue crawl around Izumo's swelling.

Izumo's was wrapped in heat. Licked like rubbing saliva from the root to the end.

The rough feeling of the tongue was conveyed. Kareem looked it lovely, like tasting slowly, Soaked up Izumo. When he reached the end, Karim swallowed it.

Enthusiastic with warmth, gripped by the pleasure of losing one's back.

The same mouth as Kareem's perfect sculpture, reciprocated several times through Izumo's unappealing penis.

Every time that happened, the sound of moisture rang dirty.

Izumo closed his eyes and reclined his back as if he is enduring.

Even if Izumo moves, Karim never missed and continued to stimulate.

It was not strong enough to end right away,

It was not even weak enough to be able to afford to think about something else.

The itching that maked him want to move his toes was constantly rushing in.

Above all, Izumo had already reached its limit in both body and mind, and it came right away.

"I'm coming..."

The moment Izumo groaned, and the excitement reached its peak, Kareem took his mouth off.

Pleasure was cut off, and the waves that came to his eyes receded like low tide.

Izumo looked at Karim with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. "Are you...saying...we're going to...stop here?"

"Of course we're not," Karim replied, his face flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. He gently caressed the lower part of his abdomen, which was now quite swollen. Izumo couldn't comprehend what this meant.

Karim loosened his loincloth and pressed it against his own groin before climbing onto the bed. Izumo watched in a daze as the young man mounted him. His pale skin glowed faintly orange in the firelight, his muscles rippling beneath it like the ridges of a distant mountain range. The loincloth was a mere token gesture. Even covered, the size of his manhood was obvious.

"What are you..."

"I'm serving you," Karim replied. "This is what they call 'real life'."

As Kareem exhales like a sigh, it opens its mouth with some resistance.

Izumo sinks into a soft skin. Warmth as if dipped in lukewarm water.

Pushing the winding wall, it goes inside the moist flesh.

It was only then that Izumo understood what had happened to his body.

"Well, stop... I'm like... Ah..."

Izumo's complaint disappeared at the same time as Kareem moved.

It had been tightened as if it were wrapped around, and shakes the waist as if it were being handled.

As Izumo leaned back in the increasing excitement,

It kept him from crossing the line with a softness that seemed to be caressing.

The accumulated desire reacted sensitively to the stimulation of flesh and swung Izumo, the owner of the body. Every time Karim moves, his dashing body made his muscles soar.

When the waist was dropped significantly, a soft, heavy mass containing sperm presses down on the stomach. Even if he closed his eyes, he could feel the strength of his opponent.

Sex with a man. It would have been a reluctant act for Izumo.

However, it was meaningless in the face of the pleasure that came in even though I knew it with my head.

Little by little, they were driven to the edge of the peak cliff.

"You don't have to hold back," Karim whispered, sensing Izumo's hesitation.

"I...I'm not..."

Karim smiled and moved faster. The tightness of Karim's embrace intensified, and Izumo felt himself being pulled deeper and deeper. He could feel every muscle in Karim's body as he moved.

"Ah... ah... no more..."

And then it happened. The dam of his restraint broke, and he was overcome by a wave of pleasure. He throbbed and convulsed as he released his tension. Karim held him tightly, his body trembling with his own release.

Exhausted, Izumo lay back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe what had just happened. It had all felt so surreal. He thought this was all a dream. He'd wandered into a forest, fought Maju, been rescued by a village of kind men, and now he was having sex with one of them.

Tomorrow he will get out of his bed he always sleeps in.

When Izumo tried to close his eyelids, Karim began to shake his waist again.

Izumo's manhood shuddered at the inside of Kareem. And the drowsiness went away again.

"Hey, what are you..."

"You're not going to end it with just one try, are you?"

Karim laughed mischievously, and began to move quickly.

The itching soon turned to comfort, and Izumo immediately regained his strength.

He leaned his back helplessly.

In the end, Karim's service continued until Izumo lost consciousness due to the sixth ejaculation.