Chapter 69
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Eki stopped moving when she felt the inner wall clinging tightly around her middle finger.
From the tip of Cassius’s downward-bent c**k, a thin, cloudy liquid spurted out.
Since he already came once earlier, the amount wasn’t much, but it was thicker and denser than ever before.
‘Wow…’
Eki blankly stared at the floor.
Her short, bobbed hair was a mess, plastered to her head with sweat.
The warehouse was small, and she had been enveloped by the heat radiating from Cassius’s body.
Clicking her tongue softly, she shifted her gaze toward the place where her finger was still caught.
When she cautiously curved it like a hook and scratched the inside, Cassius let out a groan.
“Uuuhng!”
At first she hadn’t been sure, but now she could tell exactly where his prostate was.
‘Master is really lewd.’
Only when Cassius’s ragged breathing began to even out did Eki finally withdraw her middle finger.
A slick, wet sound followed as she pulled out, and Cassius’s waist jerked reflexively in response.
He groaned and pressed his head back into the jar.
“…Master, are you alright?”
She suddenly felt worried.
Caught up in the moment, she had gone and pierced her master’s back, and now she wondered if she had crossed the line.
‘Well, not that I didn’t cross it long ago anyway.’
Just then, before Cassius could answer, the narrow mouth of the jar that had been gripping his back suddenly loosened.
Eki clapped her hands and jumped up.
“Wow! Master! The jar’s released! It really must’ve been because of that luck potion!”
But the joy didn’t last long.
Cassius, who had been lying still, slowly lifted his heavy body and climbed out of the jar.
His face didn’t look like someone who had just touched bliss. It was vacant, hollow.
As he silently stared into the air, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and shot a sharp glare at Eki.
His bluish-green eyes looked somehow moist.
‘Gasp.’
Eki sensed it instinctively.
Her master’s mood wasn’t just bad… It was the worst it could be.
“I-I’m sorry.”
She apologized faster than anyone could blink.
“…Do you even know what you did wrong?”
“Uh, um.”
Of course she did.
She had smacked her master’s rear, put her fingers inside him, licked him there, and prodded his prostate over and over even after he told her to stop.
“…Do I have to say it all out loud?”
When Eki scratched her head in embarrassment, Cassius’s cheeks began to flush again.
He puffed up his chest as if about to roar, but soon exhaled deeply, his strength deflating.
“…Forget it. Just bring me my clothes.”
“I think we should wipe you down first.”
The bold disciple who had just stripped and teased her master was nowhere to be seen.
Eki quickly fetched something to wipe with and held it out to Cassius.
He snatched the towel from her with a sharp movement and, barely managing to stand, began wiping between his legs.
Eki watched him intently.
Feeling her burning gaze, Cassius turned to look at her.
In an instant, he jolted upright, his teeth audibly clicking in frustration.
“W-What are you looking at? Turn your eyes away!”
“Ah, sorry.”
Eki quickly turned her head.
And while staring blankly at the dusty bricks of the warehouse wall, she let her mind wander.
‘That luck potion’s effect is insane. How did this happen the moment I decided to do it with Master? What if next time I end up using a toy instead?’
She swallowed dryly and cautiously turned her eyes back toward Cassius.
He was muttering curses under his breath as he wiped the space between his thighs, now soaked with a musky fluid.
Because his upper body was slightly twisted, his rounded hips pressed together enticingly.
And his thighs, thick with muscle, were something else entirely.
Under the dim, old light, the sheen of fluid glimmered down the inside of his legs like silver beads, and Eki’s mouth slowly parted open.
‘How has Master lived alone with a body like that…’
Even for a dragon, if anyone around him had seen that, they wouldn’t have been able to leave him alone.
Ah, maybe he turned everyone down because of his magic research?
Hmm… that did make sense.
The Master she knew was a recluse who cared for nothing but magic.
A true hermit… or rather, a hermit dragon.
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