Chapter 15
The enormous cast of characters endlessly stoked her desires.
The Duke of stoic temperament, Richard—though no one knew it—was actually an obedient, affectionate type. His specialties could be summarized as: wait, lie down, sit, shake, present, spread…
The genius scholar, Alan, was arrogant but had cute, cat-like qualities. And he… had a severe case of exhibitionism. The part where Alan was caught by the author fumbling to take his pants off in a library corner had her laughing so hard she cried.
Hectosius was a brave warrior who commanded everyone’s respect, but according to the author, his massive body was incredibly flexible. She genuinely regretted not meeting him sooner to have him perform as an acrobatic dancer. She recounted that the moment he swayed his hips and swished his rear, she almost lost control and spanked his bottom raw.
Basad, true to his blacksmith nature, was simple and loved hot things. Once, he lost control and tried to insert a heated lump of metal into his backside, nearly killing himself in the process. Even Jeina, who had by now experienced most of the author’s escapades through her writing, was truly horrified by this. Basad was one who required very special handling.
The author had even done it with a giant. Max the Giant, despite his size, was nothing more than a big child. After his first experience with the author, he became desperate for her affection.
He would always clean himself meticulously and wait, watching for his chance. It’s said that if she merely stood on his enormous member with both feet, he would finish with a roar that echoed through the mountain range. Even for a giant, Max was undoubtedly premature. It seemed the author was also troubled by his quick trigger, as she soon embarked on various “member training” regimens with him.
The author’s observation journals continued even after Premature Max. The author’s passion seemed endless, and Jeina’s own passion showed no signs of waning either.
Jeina lost all track of time, absorbing and committing to heart the records filled with the author’s experiences. They were journeying together to the holy land of pleasure.
The books she had read nearly to tatters were piled high, almost forming a tower, while the remaining books seemed pitifully few in comparison.
She went through countless observation journals, one after another.
“Huh? Another guy named Rynus? He does have the most tempting body though…”
Jeina tilted her head in curiosity.
From a certain point on, the observation journals spoke of only one person. Jeina clicked her tongue as she looked over the vast number of pages dedicated to him.
The protagonist of this immense volume was Rynus, the leader of a mercenary band notorious for being merciless and cruel.
The mercenaries Rynus led were called the “Bloodsoaked Mercenaries,” and they struck terror into the hearts of their enemies, giving opposing nations endless headaches. If his band participated in a battle, no enemy survived its conclusion. The land would be dyed red, the enemy commander’s head would be put on display, and the corpses of the foe would pile up into mountains.
As the leader of such a group, Rynus was akin to a god of death, an object of fear for everyone, not just his enemies.
But at the time, the author had no interest whatsoever in the affairs of the world. She insists it was a period when she knew nothing but s*x.
The author was a mage who lived with her back turned to the world, and she had approached him for one reason only: the sight of a certain mercenary’s backside.
According to the author’s own words, it was ‘simply the finest b******s I had ever seen.’
Her obsession with Rynus’s rear was so profound that she had filled an entire book with discussions of it.
[B******s, b******s… Rynus’s b******s…
Their rounded form is truly exquisite.
So firm and bouncy, so plump and full…
With that kind of resilience, you could probably use them as a shield in battle.
I should suggest it to him next time.
I think I’ll just spend today gazing at these splendidly taut b******s.
I’m losing all track of time.]
Later on, it became a bit excessive, to the point of being downright silly…
But after seeing the vividly drawn illustrations of Rynus’s backside, Jeina could somewhat understand the author’s obsession. Even Jeina, who had never tasted a real man’s b******s, had to admit… it was frankly impressive.
The author claimed that when they were apart, the image of those b******s would hover tantalizingly before her eyes.
‘If I had b******s like that, I swear, I’d… day and night, without rest… I’d knead them, polish them like a treasure, and cherish them, I really would…’
Jeina bit her lip and made a firm resolution.
But no matter how fine a posterior Rynus possessed, in the beginning, he was just a twisted man who didn’t know how to be cute.
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