Chapter 24
The heat coiling in his core seemed to recede, yet didn’t; threatened to explode, yet held back.
If he just acknowledged it as the true master of his body, everything would feel simpler. To just let his lower half do all the thinking…
“Uu, hht, No… n-no… ah… ahh…!”
He tried to deny it, but his hips bucked forward once more, betraying him.
His hardened masculinity craved the woman’s touch. Her hand was all too willing to tease him, and his other self rejoiced violently.
“Hhuu, hh…”
After being confined for so long, his sacred artifact thrashed like a live fish, yearning for freedom. The skin stretched taut, swelling, only to be pressed down again by that relentless pressure.
“Hnng!”
The hand clamped over his mouth was useless now. From the start, filthy whimpers had kept leaking through his clenched fists.
He balled his helpless hands into tight fists and looked down.
He wanted to avert his gaze immediately, but…
“Hht!”
He gritted his teeth with a sharp click. His tightly clenched b******s tensed upward, and a vein bulged prominently on his forehead.
The woman had somehow propped herself up halfway, her bright, curious eyes now fixed on his p***s, examining every part with intense interest. Her gaze was sticky and persistent.
Jeina looked as if she intended to thoroughly rub, squeeze, and investigate every single protruding blood vessel on the shaft of his c**k. When she smacked her lips, his heart lurched, and a cold sweat instantly trickled down his back.
As he flinched, she slowly raised her head, her grip on his center remaining firm. The moment their eyes locked, her pitch-black orbs gleamed.
His powerful thigh trembled faintly.
At the same time, Jeina, wearing a beaming smile, gave his member a sharp tug.
“Guhk! Je-Jeina, you…! Me! Haaa!”
She flopped back down onto the bed, and just like the first time she had taken hold of him, his body was pulled along with a lurch.
Pulled even tighter than before, he was dragged right onto the cool surface of the bed. Thump. Just like that, he found himself awkwardly kneeling before her face. Simultaneously, his cloak, slung to one side, slid away with a whisper.
The difference with and without the cloak was staggering. The posture felt like he was offering up his naked self to her, and his refined face flushed a burning red.
Shame, and the center of him, growing even stiffer and more e***t.
“Now, ngk, s-stop, sto-op it!”
His voice, embarrassingly, came out like a petulant whine, devoid of any authority. Perhaps because of that, completely ignoring his pleas to stop, Jeina finally brought his ‘thing’ right up to the tip of her nose.
“Sto-op, ple-ase, j-just, ng… Nnngh……!”
He was used to commanding others, never once being rendered so powerless and manhandled like this. The sheer, overwhelming disparity left him utterly disoriented.
‘Is she really the real Jeina…?’
He wished she would just say something. Her silent treatment, while playing with his most sensitive part like a toy, was driving him insane.
A warm breath cascaded over the sensitive skin at his very center.
“Hahk, hahk… hahk…!”
As if pushed to his absolute limit, his entire body shuddered as he gasped for air. His sturdy legs quivered uncontrollably.
Finally, he managed to grab her wrist, barely able to catch his breath.
“Ha… now, stop… stop it… That thing… in your hand…”
Fortunately, her hands granted him a brief ceasefire.
He winced in a mixture of pain and frustration, and continued.
“You… you might not know what that is, hoo… It’s something you don’t have, so I get it if you’re curious. But that… that’s mine, you see?”
“Oh?”
At the sound of her voice—the first he’d heard—his eyes widened in sudden surprise. She looked up at him with an expression of pure, worldly innocence. In her honest, dark eyes, he began to feel a sense of relief.
‘See? She just didn’t know. That’s all it was… It really is Jeina. If she doesn’t know, it makes sense she’d act like this…’
A wave of relief washed over him, his expression clearing as he let out a short sigh.
Finally, this whole situation started to make some sense. Of course, his lower body was throbbing uncomfortably, his limbs still trembling of their own accord.
It was only natural she wouldn’t know. Jeina, who had spent the age when one learns about sexuality locked away in this place, living in solitude…
While the very core of his being was leaping wildly within the confines of her still hand, he gritted his teeth and fought to regain his composure.
“Hah, right. That… that makes sense. But, don’t be too embarrassed, Jeina. This is… well, it’s an important part of a man, so you need to handle it… carefully.”
“Carefully?”
For a second, he could have sworn he saw sparks fly in Jeina’s questioning eyes.
“Huh?”
He was a little flustered by her rapid response, but then he nodded meekly. This was Jeina, after all…
“Y-Yeah… I mean, ah, ahhh! Hahng!”
But the moment he truly let his guard down, the gently lapping waves began to churn into a violent storm.
Slap, slap—pleasure crashed over him, beating against him, making his whole body sway.
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