Chapter 108
Elliot tried to deny it, but the tickling vibration made his waist buckle again, and he reached a state of wildly shaking and thrusting his hips up, down, left, and right.
‘I want to go! Yes! Please! Just a little more, just a little more…!’
He wanted to somehow rid himself of this maddening sensation and reach the ultimate pleasure. To explosively release everything in a burst…
“You’re immediately disqualified if you don’t get up within 10 seconds.”
His waist jolted. Soon after, his rapidly gyrating b******s gradually stilled.
A climax signal was already upon him, his insides seething. What if he could get this chance every day? What if even greater pleasure visited him daily?
‘Look. Even that de Xtion bastard is standing there nonchalantly, as if this level of pleasure is trivial to him now.’
For someone who was just a greenhorn with no experience with women until recently…
As if those crimson eyes were arrogantly looking down on him, telling him to give up already, Elliot burned with fighting spirit.
He couldn’t retreat so meaninglessly here. How long would he have to cower like a dog, watching that bastard get all the good scenes?
‘Just… just! If I win even one match…’
If he won even a single match, he could have a Master too. She would take him in, and she would call him Ellie, not a mutt.
He couldn’t possibly pass up such an opportunity without even fighting.
From deep within Elliot’s heart, where he’d never needed to defeat anyone before, an unknown competitive spirit was blossoming.
He would defeat Ronius de Xtion in even one match and steal the Witch’s attention.
Clumsily clutching his front, he panted and raised his body.
Round One: Tail Clash is a contest where competitors forcefully bump their b******s together, driving their ‘tails’ deeper into both the opponent’s back hole and their own. The one who manages to go backwards first gains the right to victory. If one goes forwards instead, they are immediately disqualified.
In the reception room with its antiquated ambiance, Ronius and Elliot, standing in the space cleared of tables, glared at each other with sour expressions. Despite being on the verge of bouncing from the pleasure simmering through their entire bodies, they stood wary, tails held high.
Jeina sat perched on the back of the sofa, observing them leisurely. She kept swallowing the merry tune that kept trying to escape her lips.
“Turn around.”
Hup, uuuh, ung, huung….
A chaotic mix of moans accompanied their unsteady turns. Their rigidly raised b******s faced each other. Tension filled them, deepening the dimples in their backsides. Ronius’s were particularly, vividly pronounced.
The two men slightly hunched their backs, thrust their hips out, and settled into their stances.
Standing them side by side, the difference in build was clear. Not that the Crown Prince was scrawny either…
If Ronius’s muscles were thickly, powerfully corded in a robust form, the Crown Prince’s were finely, densely woven. Ronius’s strength was undoubtedly superior, but that wasn’t crucial. The harder you push, the deeper it embeds.
Similarly, while not a stark difference, Ronius’s b******s being positioned slightly higher wasn’t enough to affect the match. If anything, it would make the contest more interesting.
“Roni, as I said before, no using Aura.”
“…Net!”
Two men with tails, baring their b******s to each other in broad daylight; a woman watching them… Everything about this match was bizarre, yet everyone approached it with a remarkably serious demeanor.
“Ready, start!”
With her shout, the true b*****k battle began.
Though the fact they had to make contact was supremely distasteful to them…
“Ugh! Ah! Ang!”
“Ung! Wha, uung! What the, hang!”
Their backsides collided, and their tails drove in deeper. They grabbed their own fronts more tightly, their whole bodies trembling.
Bang! Bang! Their b******s collided fiercely.
Huit! Ung! Aaang!
Bang, bang, as their b******s smashed together, the Crown Prince’s body was gradually being pushed back.
Jeina watched the spectacle of the Duke and the Crown Prince flicking their waists and clashing b******s with immense amusement. Both Ronius and Elliot were in a complete frenzy, arching and bending their backs. They twisted their legs together, plunging more fervently into pleasure.
The vibration of their tails escalated another level.
“Jei! Jeet! Master, the tai—! Hiiit! Auung!”
Ronius even forgot about bumping b******s, rising onto his tiptoes as he straightened his body. He seized his own member even more fiercely, shaking his tightly clenched b******s mercilessly.
“Oong! Ooht! Ong!”
The protagonist of the b******s opposite him was no less out of his mind. He let out strange, wailing ong-ong sounds as he continued to sway his hips back and forth.
Now, the two b******s were shaking side-to-side in perfect sync, as if mirroring each other. The two men were causing utter mayhem.
Ultimately, the match didn’t end easily, and Ronius and Elliot ended up collapsed face-down, b******s still facing each other. Jeina crossed their legs and bound them together with her mana.
Their b******s were stuck firmly together. Feeling their own backsides glued to the other’s with a stickiness incomparable to before, they shuddered and struggled.
“Eeek, hang! Uhak, don’t stick it, ught! Hah! Disgusting, dis, hng!”
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