Chapter 16
[“Hey, woman! Stop being a nuisance and get lost.”
……
“Where… where are you looking, you crazy b***h… You gonna move before I gouge out those glittering eyes? Ugh… I can’t even just hit her… Wait, should I just hit her? Since when did I care about that sort of thing?”]
True to his mercenary nature, his speech was coarse and his actions were brutish and rude.
But who was the author? The author immediately launched into correcting Rynus’s behavior.
[“Based on past experience, the more someone acts tough, the more you need to push back hard. You have to strike where they’re vulnerable.
Honestly, the first thing I wanted to get my hands on was that magnificent butt of his, but I went for his c**k first.
That thing of his was truly…
Its size, its girth… it was a thing of perfection.
Just thinking about it now makes my mouth water.”]
The author saw no need for drawn-out persuasion; she moved straight to action.
No matter where he was or what he was doing, the author would use her magic to snatch his c**k and haul the man directly before her.
With his masculinity held hostage, it wasn’t long before he finally surrendered and yielded.
[“F**k! It feels like I’m walking around with my d**k out on display! Why are you doing this to me?! Damn it, for real! This is b******t!”
“……”
“…Please, please… just stop… I’ll do anything……”
“……”
“W-What…! What more do you want me to do…!”]
After all that teasing, keeping him on the edge… well, what came after was…
…a time punctuated only by soft whimpers and muffled moans.
Rynus possessed a body that was lewd in every sense. His physique was unexpectedly sensitive, so much so that even the lightest touch from the author would make his c**k twitch.
“It’s true, a body like Rynus’s does make for a fine spectacle…”
Jeina ran her hand over a nude sketch of Rynus and nodded in agreement.
The author quietly added that she had certainly known how to pick a body with real substance.
Her goal became to turn his entire body into an erogenous zone.
Rynus became her muse. Many of the magical tools and spells the author later conceived were inspired by him. In other words, all of the author’s works belonged to Rynus.
Among the achievements accomplished with her magical tools, the one the author was most proud of—hailed as a lasting masterpiece—was how she managed to plump up the man’s sunken, trench-like n*****s, making them pop out.
His n*****s, which seemed shy and retreated inward, appeared to have been an unconscious complex of his. Perhaps that was why, in the book, he was particularly embarrassed by play involving his chest.
Whenever his chest was exposed, he would become bashful; even when she tried to coax his n*****s out by rolling them, he would avert his eyes in shame, flustered and not knowing what to do.
[“Oh my, looks like our little n****e friends here are feeling a bit shy.”]
Telling him this, the author tried cherishing and soothing the n*****s that had originally been prominent, but it was no use. Of course, even Rynus in that state was unbearably arousing to her, but she confessed that the image of him seeming somehow cowed whenever the topic of fruit stems came up kept haunting her. Though perhaps that was partly the author’s own fault, since whenever she saw fruit, she would whisper, “The stem doesn’t have to stick out like that. Even without it, doesn’t it look just as delicious?”
Anyway, the author embarked on a long-term project. While she could temporarily coax the stems out and make them behave like proper stems, making that state permanent was impossible. Having lived buried in seclusion for over twenty years, even a mage as great as the author couldn’t expect something that had shriveled away to suddenly perk up in an instant. For this reason, the author invested time and effort, and then more time and effort.
[First, I created a magical tool called the ‘Twin-Tuggers’. Even in hindsight, what a masterpiece it was… Of course, I didn’t stop at just creating it; I decided to act responsibly for once.
Every night, I would tenaciously massage the area around Rynus’s n*****s with my special potion, putting in the sincere effort to personally coax out the buds with my own two hands…
“Ugh, uh… This is weird… I-I don’t wanna… This… tickles… Stop, ah! Mage, M-Ma… Mage… Uwooh…!”
Rynus was sobbing in my arms again, intensely stimulating my sadistic urges.
“Shhh, bear with it. I’m giving your n*****s a makeover, aren’t I? You want to look pretty, right?”
“When… when did I… ever say… th-that… Nggh…! I didn’t…!”
I desperately wanted to flip him over and make him cry his eyes out right then, but my work wasn’t finished yet…
I just let out a deep sigh of frustration, trying to cool my excitement, and Rynus flinched in surprise.
It seems he thought I was really about to stop.]
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