The Basement Mage’s Chaotic Practice Sessions - Chapter 20

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Until a Priest arrived or she woke up, there was no clear solution. More than anything, the look in their eyes when he first properly saw them was so earnest. It was a look born from the awe and loyalty they held for a comrade and superior they had fought alongside through countless battlefields…

Somehow, their loyal, determined faces only made Ronius feel more ashamed. He’d never had any particular feelings about his own body, nor had he ever been embarrassed by it, and this situation wasn’t his doing. Yet, for some reason, he found he couldn’t look his subordinates directly in the eye.

“Excuse me?”

“Dilton. I won’t tell you again… Get your hand off my d**k right now.”

“But Captain, just a little more and I can…”

“And get your hands off her, too. You’re leaving marks.”

“…Yes, sir.”

“The rest of you, get off me.”

He shot a frosty glare at the two men who were clinging to his arms.

‘Have I lost my mind? How did I end up with these guys… What kind of nonsense is this, men clinging together like this…’

But truth be told, even more maddening than the unprecedented shame was the soft sensation pressing against his taut, straining member. His pride, everything—it was hard to keep his mind clear. Despite the cool underground air, a rising heat had his entire body tense. He gritted his teeth, focusing on not thrusting his hips upward.

“Captain! Allow me, Jerad! I will attempt this!”

As the three grunting men fell back, a giant of a man puffed out his chest and stepped forward. This was Jerad, second to none in the knight order for his sheer size and ruggedness. Aside from Ronius, he was known as the knight with the greatest physical strength.

“Ah, sir. For now, at least wear this. I found it over there. It’s a bit torn, but… the priests and clean clothes should be arriving soon.”

A crimson cloak, swept away by the gale mere minutes ago, was draped over Ronius’s shoulders.

‘I will protect our Captain’s honor.’ Jerad’s eyes seemed to say just that as he handed over the tattered cloak.

The sight of him naked but for a military cloak was utterly ridiculous, but having anything covering him was better than bare skin. Ronius gave a nod of agreement and carefully wrapped the torn garment around himself.

“What kind of men are you, so useless against a woman? Several of you clinging onto one girl? You’re a disgrace!”

Jerad shouted at his comrades who had just struggled, his voice full of contempt.

Dilton flared up.

“Ha! You try it, you oaf who only knows brute strength! You think you can do what even the Captain couldn’t?”

“The Captain, ahem… was caught off guard there, seized by that… precious part. It was unavoidable. Of course he couldn’t unleash his full power, especially after breaking through that absurd force! He was magnificent!”

“…”

Did Jerad even realize that his words were only making Ronius feel more self-conscious? Ronius deliberately pretended not to hear him, shifting his gaze back to Jeina’s face.

Jerad looked at Dilton and continued.

“But, you guys…”

“Ah! Do it! Give it a try!”

“Yeah, alright, I’ll try! If I succeed… you better respect me like your big brother from now on!”

“Okay. I’ll strip you of all rank and then respect you so properly!”

Watching his subordinates getting competitive over something as trivial as his… manhood made him want to just block his eyes and ears. But stubbornly, he kept his eyes fixed only on the woman who held his member in a death grip.

‘Haa…’

Of course, the tips of his ears were burning a bright red, completely betraying his shame.

“Captain. Excuse me.”

“Hoo…”

As Jerad spoke, he grabbed the hand that was stuck fast to Ronius’s member. Ronius, already tense, clenched his b******s even tighter.

“One, two! Hyut!”

The veins on Jerad’s burly forearms bulged. And just as expected, that delicate hand seemed to grip even tighter, sinking deeper.

“Urk…”

Had that terrifying hand now become permanently fused to his member?

Jerad strained with all his might, operating on the single-minded determination to pry even one finger loose for the sake of his respected superior’s p***s. His face turned crimson with the effort.

“En-Enough! S-stop it.”

Ronius was the first to speak.

Jerad’s hands stopped short. Perhaps sensing his own grip strength was useless, Jerad withdrew his hands with an apologetic look.

“Captain… I’m sorry. It didn’t even budge.”

“I told you it wouldn’t work? That’s why—”

Dilton, who had started speaking excitedly, quickly shut his mouth upon seeing his superior’s murderous expression.

“How… how is a woman’s grip this strong…?”

Jerad muttered, his formidable frame slumping in defeat.

And so, Jerad’s enthusiastic challenge also ended in failure.

A short while later.

The priest, who had been flung back by Ronius’s aura, finally arrived underground.

The priest, finally realizing the identity of what the Pope had so tightly hidden away underground and the object now held in the woman’s hand, was momentarily flustered. But he quickly collected himself and examined her. Their captain’s order had been clear: above all else, check the woman’s condition first.

The question of what in the world is their relationship? rose right to the tip of his tongue, but Nuaves sealed his lips and followed the command.

“Her breathing is steady.”

“Who asked because they didn’t know that?” Ronius growled.