Chapter 13
While reading the passage above, she followed the control method outlined in the book and channeled magical power into her own g******s. As she manipulated the mana and rubbed her v***a with her hand, a tingling sensation spread from below her navel. The feeling of her body buzzing, as if it were about to float away, was not at all unpleasant.
She wanted to read the author’s observation logs quickly.
The pages turned faster and faster, and Jeina became utterly, madly immersed in the world of sexuality, which she was encountering for the first time in her life.
As the books she had finished reading piled up neatly beside her, the next volumes floated around the room, bobbing gently as they waited for her.
Volume 12. Stiff C***s… A Diversity of Phallic Shapes, their names, c**k ratings assigned as I please, marking, part-by-part therapy, oral therapy, well-groomed c***s, greeting training, the spin-spin play, the bead-snatching play, e*********n? or climax, fountain shows, c**k management enforcement, etc…
Volume 13. B******s and the Area Between… Washing, shaking, tickling, scratching, sucking, hitting, spinning, teasing about whether to enter or not, light teasing, pressing, poking, thrusting, prodding, taming, etc…
While reading the thickest book until it was tattered, she thought… She also wanted a youth with firm b******s and a thick, substantial c**k… She wanted to torment him, to make him cry.
14, 15, 16, 17… Desires stacked up neatly, one by one. She became increasingly aroused.
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It was colorful and mysterious. The more she learned, the deeper she delved, the more curious Jeina became.
Wasn’t it strange? A world that made you more and more curious, no matter how much you already knew.
Jeina thought that this world of s*x might be the one that suited her perfectly. She now had no interest in any other world. The ancient tomes were already stimulating her curiosity with all manner of things. For the first time, she felt truly alive.
Of course, not every single book was filled with profound knowledge. One book did nothing but repeat the word “b******s” from beginning to end. Another was packed full of drawings of chests, regardless of gender. One was filled with scribbles so messy even she, with her poor handwriting, struggled to decipher them, while another showed traces of someone attempting to coin new terminology for the posterior.
Well, she took even those seriously.
So earnest was she with every book… her surroundings had become a mess, littered with the evidence of her long hours of research and sketches.
The prototypes of magical tools lay scattered at her outstretched feet, kicked aside. They were things Jeina had directly manifested with magic, using the books as reference.
After reading nearly three hundred books on magical tool guides and ancient texts on product manufacturing back-to-back, she hadn’t been able to sit still for a single moment. The moment information entered her mind, her hands would jump into the creation process. A slime pouch, an “at-will” rope, a “member restraint ring”… Though not perfect, she had even demonstrated them one by one on Jackson (Jackson was an experimental mannequin Jeina had made. It wasn’t a real person, but after many trials and errors, it had managed to take a decent shape).
Not content with that, she had already begun planning upgrades and sketching out ideas for new magical tools.
Since entering this secret room, she hadn’t eaten or slept, but her eyes, as she read, shone with a brilliant, clear light.
Currently, she was reading the tangled and numerous observation journals of the author. They were records spanning hundreds of years.
So many men appeared in the author’s observation journals… Sade, Chase, Nadal, Tulion, Chris, Run, Ryun, Han, Richard, Alan, Hectosius, Basad, Max, and more…
They all lived in different places, had different jobs, different appearances, different erogenous zones, and different favorite positions. And with these diverse men, the author engaged in all kinds of s****l acts.
Sade was a king who ruled a vast territory… and true to his title, he possessed a charisma that could make a flying bird fall from the sky. The author admitted she was initially a little impressed by the king’s majestic presence.
But the reality was quite different. While he flaunted his authority in front of others… in private, he loved nothing more than being denounced—”How can a pervert like you rule a country?” and “With a vulgar body like that, you have no right!”—while having his backside spanked.
The author recorded that perhaps the reason he hadn’t passed the throne to his children even after they’d grown up was that he still wanted his b******s spanked… She noted that this was the first moment she felt she shouldn’t necessarily believe everything she saw.
On the other hand, Chase was a playboy through and through. The youngest son of a wealthy noble family, he was spoiled rotten and let his c**k run wild without a care. Since she couldn’t let him go around sowing his seed everywhere, the author simply used magic to bind his c**k, preventing him from cumming without her explicit permission. What followed was an immediate training regime for his hole, a success story of him finally being disciplined…
Nadal, the chieftain of a northern tribe, was little different from a beast. Even the author admitted she was sometimes taken aback by his incredible perversion…
He had a thing for trees. Right before the author’s eyes, Nadal would rub his excited c**k against trees, scratch his backdoor with thick branches, and climb trees naked to imitate a monkey. (The author later coined the term ‘tree fetish’ for this.) Eventually, he would lose all control and pounce at the mere sight of a tree. The fact that his tribe lived deep in a lush forest said it all, really.
For someone like that, the chieftain was desperate to keep his perverted desires hidden. He put on a mighty act for his many wives, but the sight of him, left alone with the author, climbing a tree naked and preening, begging for her attention, was utterly ridiculous.
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