Chapter 109
“O-hok! Why! Ooht! Ang! That… unstick! Let go, hoht…!”
But the harder they struggled to separate, the more their b******s only ground against each other more violently. From the recoil, the tails drove in even deeper.
“Aaak! Please! Da, da, haht, ng!”
“Sto, sto-ot! Go! I’m, I’m! Hang!”
Ignoring their pleas, she instead pressed the joined area down harder.
Wiiing— The vibration grew fiercer, and the stuck b******s trembled violently. Simultaneously, they heaved their hips and arched their backs like bows. Ronius lowered his upper body like a stretching beast, raised his b******s high, and let out a long, throaty groan.
“Ugh, ugh!”
Then, with a final, desperate moan, he began to have intermittent convulsions. His movements were frantic.
“Hoo, ught, sto-op, ah, aahng!”
Meanwhile, the Crown Prince, whose tail was driven deeper by Ronius’s force, flailed about, crying out loudly. His face was lost in rapture, and below his uncontrollably bucking waist, a pale, watery fluid was already dripping plop-plop, soaking the floor.
“No, noh…”
He tried to hide it belatedly, but it was after his member had already e********d freely.
First Match: Crown Prince Elliot Argenteus – Disqualification by E*********n.
“Ronius de Xtion wins.”
Jeina declared cheerfully. Ronius, his face wrapped in ecstasy at his climax, swayed unsteadily.
‘Round 2: Seesaw Riding’
Under Jeina’s direction, the match continued. The second round was, in a word, riding a seesaw.
Neither the previous winner nor the loser had fully emerged from the lingering climax as they moved the venue outdoors.
Their destination was a sparring ground within the Ducal estate’s training field. True to a family famed for martial prowess, the training grounds were vast beyond immediate sight. Standing in one of the many sparring areas on its edge, Ronius, as the master of this place, felt infinitely small.
On the adjacent ground, serious sparring was underway. While the many knights under his command continued their training diligently, the very man they served stood stark naked in the center of the ring. And alongside the Crown Prince bastard, who was in an equally indecent state.
Every time knights passed by nonchalantly, a shivering chill ran down his entire body.
Whoosh— A still-cool breeze brushed over them. Ronius fumbled as he attached the bells Jeina handed him to his n*****s.
“Hhuup…!”
Jingle, jingle— From beside him came the same bell sounds and similar stifled moans.
“Vice-captain, don’t you hear a strange noise?”
“Stop with the nonsense and focus on sparring.”
Jingle—
“Huh? Now that you mention it, it does kind of sound like…”
“Someone must be walking their dog, I guess.”
“Who the hell… in a training ground… Ah, never mind. Just pick up your sword. Don’t go crying again if you lose.”
“I’ll do it properly this time.”
At the bickering voices of Dilton and Riot, once elite soldiers of the Cainus Knight Order, Ronius’s face burned even hotter.
Self-loathing, shame, excitement—countless indescribable emotions surged, igniting a flame in his chest.
As a hazy mist dispersed, a seesaw crossing the center of the sparring ground appeared.
“Master…”
Ronius froze, his mouth hanging open.
“Wh-What is that?”
Elliot also gaped, staring at the seesaw whose appearance was worthy of a shocked cry.
The seesaw itself wasn’t that large. But at both ends of it—on the seats meant for sitting—thick, upright pillars stood waiting for them.
“Roni, Elli, feeling unsure?”
Jeina’s single sentence was a magical command that moved them both.
Ronius burned with the determination to remain her sole dog, while Elliot, soaked in defeat, clung once more to the slender hope that perhaps he too could become her dog.
The two naked men, bells jingling from their n*****s, walked to opposite ends of the seesaw.
Jeina, with light steps, circled them, strengthening the barrier. Simultaneously, she explained the rules with her mouth.
“This round, the one who goes first loses. Whether backwards or forwards. If neither moves, the one whose b******s get pounded more wins. Simple, right?”
Standing before the upright, imitation p***s overwhelming the center of the seat, Ronius unconsciously clenched his b******s tight at its imposing majesty. The Crown Prince bastard, glancing sideways, also hesitated, pausing before mounting the seesaw.
Looking at the enormous contraption she had created, Jeina continued nonchalantly.
“You’ll take turns going up and down.”
Ronius gulped down his hot saliva. His legs were slowly being lifted.
“Good, good job, Roni. Just like that.”
She praised him, spreading his b******s wide open.
“Uhht, ung, wa, ait, hahk…!”
Clang— The bell jangled violently before settling.
She mercilessly slammed Ronius down onto it—thwack!
“Aang!”
Clang— Clang— As the artificial member penetrated him in one go, his body contorted helplessly.
The knights training nearby seemed to sense something strange, glancing around the training grounds. They saw nothing, yet strange bell sounds reached their ears.
“The premature-e*********g mutt needs to step up. Are you forfeiting?”
Then, a crisis also struck Elliot, who had halted, his pride wounded, with only the very tip of the massive artificial member barely lodged inside him.
“Huha, ang!”
“Not forfeiting.”
As Ronius shifted his weight on the seesaw, the opposite side naturally rose, and the colossal artificial member—incomparable to a mere tail—plunged into Elliot’s tiny back hole.
The vast, stretching sense of fullness instantly filled his rear, making Elliot gasp as if his breath was cut off.
It hurt, it was hot, it was intense. And in the end, the pain, the heat, the intensity all culminated in nothing but pleasure. The urge to climax surged like a storm, but he had no proper means to control it. The harder he tried, the more his insides were dug out, having the opposite effect.
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