Chapter 18
II. A sacrifice. A massive specimen.
Just as the flames of Jeina’s desire were reaching their peak, the sound of footsteps echoed near her, followed by a tremendous roar that shook the very foundations of the underground.
Jeina twisted her body toward the door.
The mana of the protective barrier was tangled and chaotic, making everything a blur. Because of that, she couldn’t get a clear look at what had just so rudely broken into this cellar. All she could see were several orderly silhouettes standing tall and utterly still. It was the first time so many people had come down to the cellar at once.
What in the world are they? She had just begun to frown when a low voice from the other side made her eyes fly wide open.
“Je…”
It was a man.
“…ina?”
Jeina’s head snapped up. More than anything else, her delight at the presence of a man caused her uncontrolled magical power to flare out wildly. She had no time to wonder how he knew her name.
A pure, white light danced and swirled recklessly around her.
Perhaps because her vision had brightened, the man’s silhouette seemed to grow sharper through the thick fog.
Jeina grinned inwardly, scattering the brilliant light in all directions. Yet, only the outlines became clearer; the owner of the voice, who seemed to be standing at the very front of the formation, remained obscured.
“Magic…?”
“…A witch! It’s a witch! Captain, it’s dangerous! Get back!”
“Captain!”
Unlike the restless, loudly whispering ranks behind him, the man at the very front—this ‘Captain’—stood motionless, as if rooted to the spot.
Jeina sat nonchalantly, blinking her eyes, but in truth, she was intensely curious about the man at the front.
Does he truly look like the illustrations in the old books? Is he just as I imagined?
A clash of tension and excitement. A mix of trembling and thrill.
If he was just going to stand there uselessly, she decided she would just have to go to him herself.
Just as she was about to shift her weight to rise, the man finally began to move.
Leaving the incessant murmurs behind, he took one step, then another, toward her.
Jeina’s eyes followed his figure.
Once again, without her even realizing it, her magical power surged wildly.
‘Ah, seriously, why is it doing this?’
Even as a child, her body had always been overflowing with mana, but strangely, it seemed to have multiplied far beyond what it was back then. Because of that, even the slightest excitement made it bounce and sputter, this magical power springing up on its own until it was nearly impossible to control.
Just look at this. Now it was practically pushing the approaching man away. Seeing him hesitate for a moment, Jeina tried to rein in her power, but then she saw the figure steadily closing the distance and changed her mind.
She found it fascinating how he kept pushing forward so steadfastly, even against her unruly force.
‘Maybe he has potential…?’
This is getting fun already…
Her heightened mood caused her to whip up an even stronger gust of wind.
Yet, even within the howling gale, the man stood firm. Empowered by a blue-hued force, he advanced.
‘Well, his thighs pass the test, at least.’
She happily speculated.
A testing force, a withstanding force. A raging force, an advancing force.
When these clashing powers reached their peak, the two energies collided violently, and the cellar was consumed by a blinding light. The storm, now even fiercer, was a mere bonus.
And when Jeina blinked—just a single flutter of her eyelids—a naked man was laid out before her, as if by magic, offered up right at her feet.
She had merely closed and opened her eyes, and a man’s… thing… had spontaneously appeared before her? It was a windfall.
Jeina stared at the c**k, so blatantly presented before her like a sacrifice meant only for her. Under her gaze, its head twitched.
There, between his thick, sturdy thighs, was a truly wild-looking specimen. She couldn’t help but marvel.
It was a monster.
The “Colossal-Type” mentioned in Volume 12 of the ancient texts, in the chapter “Stiff C***s – A Diversity of Phallic Shapes.” Its size and girth were in a class of their own, said to surpass all others, be they the sharp “Harpoon-Type” or the lengthy “Elephant-Type.”
To willingly receive this monster, her slit needed to be thoroughly lubricated, ready to suckle it gently from within, to chew and grind on it with fervor.
And this man’s member was, at a single glance, clearly a special-grade item. Smooth, straight, long, and robust. It was utterly priceless.
Her dark eyes burned fiercely with raw desire. This man’s body, his very centerpiece, seemed to be a perfect embodiment of the texts. No, in truth, it was likely even more magnificent.
‘So here you are, my c**k. I’ve finally found you.’
“I’ve finally found you!”
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