Master, I Swear I Didn’t Mean To! - Chapter 64

‘But I didn’t expect getting to actually go through with it.’

Eki slowly traced her fingers down Cassius’s waist. His body was lean and sleek yet built with firm muscle. This time he shuddered slightly, letting out a faint sound that was half a moan and half a sigh.

‘If I could see your face, I’d know whether you truly hate this or like it. Too bad I can’t see your expression.’

Though she crossed her master’s boundaries without hesitation, Eki still knew her limits. She intended to stop if Cassius truly disliked it. Yet her master was always curt and unreadable, making it impossible to know what he felt.

Eki hesitated, then spoke in a low, sincere tone.

“Master. Do you want things to go back to how they were before between us?”

“…Why do you ask that all of a sudden?”

“You said so last night. That if we move forward, we can’t go back.”

Of course, Cassius had meant ‘moving forward’ as a kiss.

“But I don’t think we need to go back.”

Eki’s slender fingers traced the curve of Cassius’s lower back. Following the bulge in the fabric of his loose garments, her hand reached the waistband of his trousers. Cassius gasped sharply. Without taking them off, Eki slipped her fingers inside, just barely. Cassius’s lower abdomen rippled like a wave.

His skin was damp with sweat, hot as though steeped in lava. Eki carefully traced that heat with her fingertips as she whispered,

“I like how things are now, Master.”

Though Cassius could not see it, Eki’s face was as red as her flame-colored hair. She rubbed her burning cheeks against her shoulder while sliding her palm from his waistline toward his abdomen.

The moment her hand touched him, Cassius groaned in pain, or perhaps from the ticklish sensation. Eki deliberately moved her fingers across his taut stomach, slow and teasing.

“Ugh, E-E-Eki. My stomach, ugh… stop.”

“Is anywhere else alright then?”

“Well… ugh.”

Cassius’s defined abs quivered and tensed. He made a sound that wavered between laughter and a moan before quickly covering his mouth.

His breathing echoed inside the jar, each breath loud and uneven. The space was just large enough to hold his upper body, and when he covered his mouth, his breath reverberated even more.

Eki began to toy with his trouser front in that state. Though she had only brushed it a few times, the slick sound of moisture came from beneath her fingers. Pinching the damp fabric between her thumb and forefinger, she drew slow circles, making Cassius’s hips convulse violently.

“Hah, s-stop. Wait, ah…”

Inside the tight trousers, Cassius’s hardened length twitched at the tip. Already suffocating within the fabric, he gasped for air as Eki rubbed the front without mercy. His body trembled as though on the verge of collapse.

With Eki wedged between his legs, Cassius could not close his thighs. He could only raise and lower his hips. Following his movements, Eki’s right hand held him firmly, tracing half-circles with her palm.

“Mngh, Eki…”

She could feel her master’s struggle. Yet Eki did not stop. She kept rubbing the tip again and again. Then she adjusted her position, bracing the shaft with one hand while pressing her thumb against the opening, forcing the clear fluid to spill like a trickle.

“Ah, hah, kuh… ngh.”

Cassius’s moans deepened once more. His hips moved in the same slow, circular rhythm, as though he were thrusting.

When he finally became aware of it, his climax was already imminent.

“Just…!”

The word burst from him, then his tone dropped low.

“Just… do as you please.”

“Really?”

“…Yes.”

Cassius panted, his breath sharp and broken. His voice came out muffled and strained.

“Stop touching the front. It feels strange…”

“This part?”

“Mm! Yes!”

When her finger pressed the tip, Cassius’s back bent sharply. He gasped, then slumped in exhaustion.

“Alright.”

Eki smiled brightly, looking down at her master’s well-formed hips.

“Then can I take off your pants now?”

Cassius let out a long breath that broke softly inside the jar. He nodded silently, but Eki understood his consent from the faint trembling in his lower body. She grasped the hem of his trousers and slowly pulled them down.