Hero, Go To School! - Chapter 33

“From now on, no back talk.”

I said coldly, and he met my eyes with a crooked smile.

“Foolish. Do you think you can tame me with pain? I didn’t even flinch when they tore out my fingernails and toena…!”

This time, I pinched Ian’s n**ple between my fingers. His body froze on the spot.

Apparently, he hadn’t expected me to go that far. His breath hitched with a sharp gasp, and his whole frame stiffened, his face betraying a panic he couldn’t quite suppress.

“You… you’re doing something vulgar again!”

“Well, who told you to walk around with your weak spots exposed? You say you’ve survived war and torture, but you don’t even understand the basics.”

The soft, pink nub throbbed gently between my fingertips.

I never thought I’d end up grabbing someone’s n**ple twice in my life, yet here I was. I wasn’t even squeezing that hard, just holding it lightly, but Ian flailed like I’d struck a vital point.

So he’s been through every torture imaginable, but no one ever pinched his n**ples?

“Be a good boy and put some clothes on, yeah?”

Ian furrowed his brow, panting roughly.

“Just rip them off instead.”

“You’re completely insane.”

All this just to avoid getting dressed?

I didn’t actually intend to rip off this tiny, delicate bit of flesh, but if something like that did happen, there was no way I’d be safe.

The duke and duchess adored their son. If Ian went strutting around the estate n**ple-less, there’s no chance they’d let me live.

“What is it with you and clothes! Just wear some already!”

“No. I don’t want to!”

“Still don’t want to? Huh? Huh?”

“W-wait, something’s wrong… ngh, stop for a sec.”

As I repeatedly tightened and released my grip on his n**ple, Ian’s stubborn gaze began to waver. His reaction was different this time. He wasn’t just vaguely gasping in pain, but deep bewilderment rose in his expression.

It was then. His pen*s, which had been twitching slightly, began to swell like a monstrous creature feeding on nutrients.

“Huh… Let go…”

It seemed to be slowly getting harder, and now it was perfectly rigid.

No way, is this bastard getting aroused in this situation?

As I gasped and stared, I saw Ian’s ears turn bright red as if they were going to explode. He stuttered as he spoke, almost as if he was surprised.

“I-I told you to let go.”

Ian, who claimed he could endure the pain of flesh being torn off, was flustered by this clumsy, utterly unromantic stimulation.

“Pervert.”

“I’m not the pervert, something’s wrong…! Ugh.”

Ian gasped, cutting himself off. His flustered face and bodily reaction were so blatant it made me feel embarrassed for him.

But this might be my chance. Ignoring my own cheeks flushing, I blatantly fondled his e***t n**ple. The sensation under my fingertips was soft and sensitive.

Veins bulged on his darkened member. In that instant, an unfiltered curse burst from his mouth along with a deep gasp.

Simply squeezing his n**ple seemed to send Ian into a frenzy, as if he were experiencing immense stimulation. As if he’d never felt anything like this before.

Oh, come on.

“Ian?”

When I deliberately met his gaze, Ian’s face flushed bright red. The change in color was so stark it made me feel embarrassed just watching him.

He turned his head away from me and exhaled a rough breath, trying to calm down.

“Haa-, take your hand off me. Let’s fight fair and square, uh-.”

“I don’t plan on doing that.”

I moved my hand cautiously. As I lightly rubbed the tip of my thumb, his ur*thra twitched as if holding back e*********n. Even without touching him directly, I could feel how intense the rising heat was.

“Haa-, ugh-.”

Ian clenched his teeth and pressed his lips together, trying to stifle the sound. But the relentless wave of pleasure and s****l arousal finally forced a boiling moan to escape. Gasping for air as if starved of oxygen, Ian suddenly grabbed the hem of my clothes as if tearing at it.