Chapter 107
“Ha, damn it. So the strength gained from being a Sword Master is used for things like this?”
The Crown Prince, resigned, settled beside him and shook his b******s as wide as possible for her to see clearly.
Two pairs of bouncy b******s shook side by side. Seeing them together, the two b******s were clearly comparable. One was mountain-like, robust and firm; the other was pale and soft like dough. It was a contest between b******s taut and elastic from being mostly muscle, and b******s that looked springy from a proper mix of muscle and flesh.
A satisfied laugh burst from her lips at the rather entertaining show the Duke and the Crown Prince were putting on. They were shaking their b******s wildly, as if forgetting all about their status and any sense of shame.
“Ah, damn it! Hey! You’re bumping into me!”
“Ugh, then why don’t you move over, you de Xtion bastard. Wasn’t it you who barged in?”
Ronius and Elliot snarled at each other.
“Ha, who are you to talk… Master is my Master.”
Ronius bristled and shook his b******s more forcefully, shoving the Crown Prince aside.
“Shh.”
Jeina spoke softly, swinging both arms wide.
Whack! Whack! One b*****k at a time.
Ughat! Huung! A b*****k fit perfectly into each of her hands. Jeina didn’t release her grip, instead squeezing them tight.
“Uhup…!”
“Hahat…!”
A moan burst from both men simultaneously. The man with thick, muscular b******s and the man with plump, pale b******s both trembled as their rears were seized.
The woman holding those b******s was no different. Jeina bit her lip in delight, thrilled by the subtle vibrations transmitted through the handfuls of flesh she gripped.
“Who said to fight dirty? You have to compete fairly.”
“Haa, Master, sorry, uung…”
Ronius’s b******s, already sensitized to the extreme by her prior touch, swayed and played the coquette. Ronius was the dignified master of the ducal house, but his backside was utterly wanton before her.
In response to the frantic movements of his seemingly savage body, Jeina answered by scraping her finger around his a**s. He trembled violently from the agonizing pleasure.
The owner of the other backside was just as unable to contain his pleasure. However, true to his less-trained mutt nature, the Crown Prince jolted his b******s noisily at the unfamiliar impact, dripping with excitement.
“Witch, y-you, I-I like it aahng…”
“So you are a male after all. The way you enjoy getting your backside spanked…”
Utterly lewd, she muttered under her breath.
They were both thoroughly ashamed, yet unable to quell the sensations she had ignited.
Their fully exposed b******s were facing the door. If a servant were to open it and enter, the first sight to greet them would be the Duke and the Crown Prince, hard at work shaking their backsides without a shred of shame. Knowing this, they still couldn’t stop, as if compelled.
“I wonder if the Empire’s citizens know that their most exalted figures are, in fact, a pair of rutting mutts…”
Simultaneously with her words, her fingers stabbed into both holes.
“Haang!”
“Aahp, ang!”
“What’s this, you mutt? You’ve already opened your hole up all impudently, haven’t you?”
Jeina let out a short sigh—or perhaps a gasp of admiration—at the Crown Prince’s tiny hole, already loosened and softened, “Huh…” She then chuckled softly.
This bastard was just as lewd a male as Roni.
“Th-That was…”
The bastard stammered, belatedly feeling shame.
Jeina drove her finger deeper into his rear hole.
“Ah, aahng!”
“This could turn into quite an interesting match.”
She was as giddy as a child, while the ones lying flat and shaking their b******s were excited for reasons unknown even to themselves. She continued.
“Since you’re both so confident about your backsides, shall we decide once and for all whose backside is the best?”
“Uooh, wwoong…!”
“Uh-hang, ng!”
That was answer enough.
And so, with the helpless moans of the two men, the 1st Annual Backside Contest commenced.
* * *
The Backside Contest consisted of three rounds, and the judging criteria were entirely at Jeina’s whim.
‘Round 1: Tail Clash’
Identical tails were embedded in the b******s of the two men lying side by side, faces down. Jeina inserted a light brown fur tail into Ronius’s back hole, and a white fur tail with black spots into Elliot’s.
The tails, pushed in deep near the prostate, began to vibrate faintly, leaving them no room to catch their breath.
“Uh, uk, kk, uh-hng…”
“Uung! Ah-ught…!”
Teased by the tails that persistently hovered around the crucial spot without quite hitting it, they had no choice but to shake their tail-adorned b******s even more vigorously. Simultaneously, Ronius gasped, exhaled, and groaned, while Elliot floundered, losing his composure.
In that sensation of agonizingly being on the edge, it was Ronius who miraculously managed to rise first. Twisting his body up, he stood with his hands modestly clasped, covering his front, and looked at her.
His eyes, though teary with shame, still held a gaze that craved praise. His firmly tensed muscles spoke of how hard he was straining.
Jeina didn’t hide her pleased gaze at Ronius, who was behaving like a well-trained puppy. Leaving him there, looking oddly proud, she soon lowered her eyes.
“Mutt, this doesn’t even seem like a contest.”
“No, I, not yet! Hang…!”
She taunted the Crown Prince, who wasn’t even prepared, let alone ready to start the match.
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