My Conqueror, Cervante

Synopsis

“Dennis….”

Cervantes, who had been resting, called out to Dennis.

“Yes, Commander.”

“Stay as my adjutant forever.”

His voice was unusually deep and sweet today. It was a side of Cervantes—and a voice—that was rarely seen or heard from someone who was a born soldier.

“Pardon?”

“Do you dislike the idea?”

Cervantes asked with a puzzled expression at Dennis’s rather shocked reaction.

“Do you dislike it?”

“No….”

Dennis mumbled a vague response before turning away.

Now that the war was over, many things would change. The time had come for him to decide whether he would remain in the military or return to his hometown.

Cervantes rose from the sofa and casually threw off his shirt.

“Dennis, let’s shower together today.”

“……?!”

Dennis turned around in surprise, only to find that Cervantes had already completely revealed his muscular upper body.

Dennis swallowed nervously. He had seen Cervantes naked countless times, but it was still just as startling every time.

“I’ll pass.”

Dennis refused in a firm tone. Cervantes chuckled and stepped closer.

“After three years, don’t you think we can at least wash each other’s backs?”

His eyes gleamed as he looked at Dennis, like a predator skilled at hunting.

But Dennis remained expressionless, pretending to reach for a towel as he continued backing away.

Every time Cervantes spoke, his prominent throat and tendons moved, while his muscular physique emphasized his raw masculinity.

The line extending from beneath his ribs down to his abdomen looked as solid as a roughly forged mass of iron. Though it was merely a human body made of muscle and bone, it seemed overflowing with limitless strength and primal vitality.