The Basement Mage’s Chaotic Practice Sessions - Chapter 19

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With astonishing speed, Jeina hooked her target and pulled.

“H-Heuk!”

The man’s waist flinched. His member twitched in response, swelling even larger within her grasp. The throbbing pulse of the c**k filling her hand was incredibly vibrant. The more she felt it, the more it pleased her, fitting her desires perfectly.

In that moment, intoxicated by the excitement of feeling that leaping vitality, a sudden dizziness made her head spin.

Yet, a radiant smile spread across her face.

‘This is real.’

It feels this vivid… There’s no way it isn’t real.

This is all I need. Just this c**k…

Her grip tightened, squeezing the manhood firmly.

“Agh!”

And as she listened contentedly to his strained moan, she clenched his center fiercely, even harder—and then promptly blacked out.

“Ugh, ughhh…!”

Even in that state, she promised herself, again and again, that she would never, ever let go of what she had finally captured.

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“Hey! You brats! Get a proper grip!” Dilton yelled.

“Isn’t the Vice-Captain not pulling hard enough?”

“He’s right. Put some back into it, Vice-Captain! …Sorry, Captain. Let me get a hold here.”

Ronius gave a slight nod toward the subordinate knight, a gesture of permission.

Two burly subordinate knights linked arms with him. In the midst of them, the Vice-Captain was struggling desperately, trying to pry his own hand loose from where it was clamped tightly around Ronius’s crotch.

Ronius swallowed a pained groan, caught between the chaos his knights were causing and the even greater chaos raging below his belt. His tightly clenched jaw trembled faintly.

“What? These little…! They’re mocking us? For real, do it properly! Let’s try again. One, two, three!”

“Ugh.”

This time, he couldn’t stifle the moan in time, the sensation scraping against his oversensitive skin.

He’d noticed it since this started—the harder he tried to force a solution, the more stubbornly her hand seemed to fuse to him. As if it could never, ever be separated from his s*x.

The more force they used to try and pull it away, the worse it got. It clung to his member with even greater tenacity.

“Hah! Sorry, Captain.”

“Ah, fff… Stop. Everyone, let go.”

Haah… How did I end up in this situation…?

The mere fact that she was alive was still overwhelming enough.

He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know what expression to wear facing her. The despair of thinking she’d been trapped here alone all these long years… nothing about this was easy.

And now, here he was. What was he even doing? Unable to process this whirlwind of emotions, standing here naked in this dream-like reality.

The sensation he felt below assured him it was all too real, yet this reality felt so surreal it was dizzying. His trembling eyes stared at the woman who lay there, perfectly at ease, while her hand maintained its firm grip on his manhood.

So, this was the place he had reached after breaking through that violent storm. Jeina was no phantom, no delusion. She was truly there. And he was thrown down before her, stark naked.

“Uh, uhhh…!”

“Captain… Hurk…!”

Her gaze, which had been fixed on his lower body, and the sudden, swift hand that darted out to seize his member—it was more than enough to leave him utterly bewildered.

But she didn’t stop there. Jeina clung to his s*x as if it were a cherished teddy bear, and held on tight until she lost consciousness. Her body, so small and fragile compared to his, slumped backward, yet the grip she maintained on his p***s was incredibly strong… His large, sturdy frame was being pulled along helplessly.

“Hff…”

If he had tried to stay standing there, his manhood might have just been ripped clean off.

“Je… Jei…na…”

The dizzying sensation of blood rushing to his core was maddeningly painful, but Ronius gritted his teeth; he had to check on her first. Stuck in an awkward pose thanks to her unrelenting grip, he confirmed she was breathing by checking under her nose. It was only then that his subordinate knights came rushing over belatedly.

‘Ah, right. Them.’

In the urgency of the moment, he had briefly forgotten about their existence.

Naked. A woman whose identity was a complete mystery. His center, e***t and trapped in her hand.

His subordinates followed him as their superior, but that was the extent of their relationship. At least, that’s what Ronius believed. He never once thought he had truly let them into his personal space.

Multiple pairs of eyes darted around, lost, rolling in their sockets. He was the one who should be mortified, yet they were the ones flustered and blushing.

Ronius clenched his jaw, forcing an air of composure in front of his men. His fully armed elite troops, and himself, stripped completely bare.

He desperately wanted to chase them all out, but due to their frantic protests and pleas, he had no choice but to leave a few behind.

Two guarding the entrance, three investigating potential remaining threats in the cellar, and two ordered to protect the woman as their top priority in case of an emergency. Everyone else was sent out, assigned to other duties.

And now, the situation had escalated to this point. He had no choice but to try everything.

Even my own Aura is useless in this ridiculous state. Honestly, if his own power, the strongest here, was utterly helpless, what else could possibly help? But… Ronius couldn’t bring himself to refuse his subordinates’ aid.