In the capital of Victoriaz Kingdom, the afternoon wind blew softly, bringing a refreshing cool breeze. However, the calm atmosphere outside was inversely proportional to what was happening inside the house that Arvin had created using his magic.
Everyone inside the house, without exception for his four spouses and also his two prospective spouses, had been made surprised. Their attention was fully focused on the presence of a handsome but rather cute-looking youth who was by Arvin's side.
An awkward feeling was being felt by Davin. His heart beat slightly faster seeing Allen and Ordion, his former comrades-in-arms in that era, had now truly become Arvin's spouses and lived with him peacefully.
Allen, Alrain, Ordion, Alvein, Kylen, and Dylan came closer and carefully observed the foreign youth standing next to Arvin from head to toe.
In the midst of the silence enveloping the room, Ordion narrowed his eyes. His memories of the previous life were immediately triggered, and he instantly realized who the person coming with their husband was.
"Are you Davin?"
Suddenly the five of them turned to Ordion with questioning looks.
"Do you two know each other?" asked Allen in surprise, looking at Ordion and the youth alternately.
"Of course I know him!" answered Ordion but with a soft voice so as not to attract too much attention. "But don't discuss it here because it is related to 'that'."
"Yes, I am Davin!" answered Davin chiming into their conversation with a slightly stiff tone. "Ordion is right and it is better we discuss it later."
Allen, Alrain, Ordion, and Alvein nodded in understanding. But not for Kylen and Dylan. The two of them frowned in confusion, yet also did not want to ask further because Arvin's four spouses seemed to agree not to talk about it openly.
Allen let out a long sigh, then looked at Arvin with a faint smile.
"You really brought something surprising." said Allen shaking his head. "No wonder you wanted to go alone without wanting anyone to accompany you."
Arvin chuckled softly hearing the words from his first spouse.
"It was just an unexpected coincidence because my intention initially was not directed at him."
Then, Arvin cracked his slightly stiff neck and started walking towards the bathroom.
"I want to take a bath first. And you Davin, don't forget to take a bath immediately! Your body is dirty and smelly!"
Hearing that direct mockery in front of so many people, Davin's face instantly turned beet red from embarrassment.
"S-Shut up!" replied Davin annoyed, glaring sharply at Arvin. "Just show me where the bathroom is and I will bathe there!"
Arvin stopped his steps for a moment without looking back.
"The bathroom is at the door on the right. Do not enter the door on the left if you still value your life." answered Arvin while casually pointing towards the bathroom door at the end of the room.
After getting the information and also the warning, Davin wanted to walk towards the bathroom alone. However, his charm seemed to have its own gravity, there were many pairs of eyes watching him walk away. As if hypnotized by the situation, he just followed Arvin's footsteps heading to the room, followed by Allen, Alrain, Ordion, Alvein, Kylen, and Dylan who slowly walked behind them.
The atmosphere became much more intimate inside the bathroom. Arvin, who had just taken off all his clothes, looked at Dylan who without hesitation was already standing naked.
"You just get naked directly and shamelessly flaunt your erecting shaft in front of me?"
Hearing that teasing question, Dylan straightened his back. His face blushed slightly, but his eyes radiated an extraordinary conviction.
"Don't you want me to be your seventh spouse?" replied Dylan without the slightest bit of shame in him. "If it weren't for me being willing to be your spouse, how could I be willing to be naked in front of you like this!"
Zap!
In an instant, Arvin was already right behind Dylan and then hugged him tightly from behind.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
The black-haired youth's heart raced so fast it felt like it wanted to jump out of his chest when his naked back came into direct contact with his husband's broad chest. However, what made him even more nervous was when he felt a shaft that was erecting pressing very clearly between the cleft of his buttocks.
"A-A-Arvin, I... I don't want the black contract symbol!" asserted Dylan nervously, his voice trembling slightly. "Please don't do it now without proposing to me in front of the God!"
Feeling the tension from the body in his embrace, Arvin smiled gently and pressed the side of his face to the youth's cheek.
"Calm down, Dylan, I will not do that. I just want to hug you."
Hearing that assurance, the tension in Dylan's shoulders loosened slightly.
"W-Why do you want to hug me?" asked Dylan getting more nervous with such sudden intimate affection.
"No special reason." answered Arvin casually, but he hugged Dylan's waist tighter and more possessively. "I just feel happy because you are willing to marry me."
Then, he rested his chin comfortably on Dylan's shoulder, his warm breath hitting the youth's shoulder.
"How is it, do you feel happy because in reality I do like you and your feelings for me are reciprocated?"
Instantly the black-haired youth glanced out of the corner of his eye towards Arvin's face resting on his shoulder. A warm feeling spread in his chest.
"Did you indeed know my feelings for you from the beginning?"
"I knew it very well!" answered Arvin honestly, his hand gently stroking Dylan's flat stomach. "But, there is one thing I want to make sure from you."
"What do you want to make sure, Arvin?" asked Dylan feeling curious.
"Imagine this in your mind!" ordered Arvin with a low and heavy voice, while keeping his chin resting on the teenager's shoulder. "What is the thing you hate the most in your life?"
Dylan was quite surprised by the psychological question Arvin had just asked him in the middle of their intimate moment. But, he kept his eyes closed and followed what was told to him.
The thing I hate the most...
The black-haired youth started imagining the things he hated. His dark childhood memories spun back like a nightmare. He remembered clearly when his gentle mother was treated harshly and degraded by his father's first wife until she had to experience very painful suffering every day.
Dylan's chest felt tight. Even his father who was a baron never once stepped in to defend his biological mother, let alone give the attention and affection that a wife should receive. Even until the end of her life, his poor mother never got a single ray of attention and affection from the baron.
Feeling the change in emotion and Dylan's increasingly heavy breathing, Arvin whispered softly in his ear.
"Do you not feel disappointed and hurt by your family?"
"Of course I am very disappointed and hurt by them!" answered Dylan quickly with his eyes still closed holding back past anger.
"If so, what if I say that your mother is a huge coward?"