Chapter 26
After having drawn out this much fluid, one would expect it to deflate, but the thing seemed to be trying to rise again.
This is the real deal! Her eyes sparkling, Jeina’s lips twitched into a smirk.
“Boing, boing.”
She provided her own sound effects and shook the c**k even more enthusiastically. It really seemed like the massive thing was bouncing back, taut and springy.
“Ngh, Uhh, you… crazy… What the hell are you…! There’s a limit to joking arou—”
“Look at this! It’s standing back up!”
She brushed off the man’s irritation as unimportant and cheered brightly. The muscle-covered waist twitched.
Jeina, in fact, enjoyed that reaction. She pressed the object in her hand even tighter against the man’s stomach, presenting it to its rightful owner.
Feeling the man’s violent throbbing, she glanced up. His slightly tilted head, his rough, bobbing Adam’s apple, his tightly clenched jaw…
She immediately prodded the slit of the glans.
“Hyak! Ah, Hahng…!”
The man flinched and shuddered violently. He glared down at her with a growl.
“Huff… This, this! What the hell are you doing? Seriously!”
“You said it’s precious, so I’m taking good care of it. Why? Don’t you like it?”
Holding onto the pillar with one hand, she used her other to gently stroke the slick, twitching tip.
“Nnnggh!”
Strangely, it felt like something was filling him up inside, yet it also seemed to simmer with a sense of unsatisfied yearning. Finding this odd, she idly flicked the end.
“Ugh! Hah, hh… Just! Just! Let go of that first! Let go and then we’ll talk. Let me get dressed, and I’ll listen calmly.”
The man tried to reason with her, then snapped.
“I said let go!” and grabbed her wrist to pull it away.
Of course, she had no intention of releasing this wonderful thing.
The man before her seemed stronger than the average human, but even so…
her body, now wrapped in even denser magical power, could easily handle a physically strong man.
“Hoo… I don’t know what you’re trying to do… but why don’t you just take your hands off? I’ll let it slide if you stop now.”
Despite his authoritative tone, Jeina just stared blankly at the c**k’s slit.
I wonder if it’s possible to put the s***n back inside, she thought idly, pressing the thick fluid back into the glistening opening with firm pushes.
“Ahhk, uh! Uh! Hahk, haa, haa……”
“Tsk, it’s just squirting back out.”
“Tha-That’s… sensitive…! St-stop…! I-It…! No more…! I’m… I’m gonna c-c*m…!”
“Again? Are you perhaps a premature ejaculator?”
She clicked her tongue disapprovingly and plugged the hole with her finger.
“Hyeet! Ugh, heuk…!”
Is he a quick-shot like Max too?
‘I want to enjoy more of this and that quickly…’
His member, trapped fiercely in the blocked passage, throbbed violently, sending shudders through his entire body.
“Huh… Wha, what? Qu, quick-shot… Who’s a quick-shot?!”
He flared up as if deeply offended.
“But Rynus can last for over an hour…”
She trailed off, pausing her hand for a moment.
It was true. Through repeated training Rynus had succeeded and could now endure for over an hour, even while being spanked.
Well, I guess that’s because he trained… If this one trained too…
“Rynus…? What? Who the hell is that now… Tch, I can last that long too, no, even longer!”
Though it was a weak retort, the man muttered under his breath.
“You have no idea how long my, my… thing has been…”
“Your d**k, you mean?”
“…You have no idea how long that has been trapped, and you say that… Hah, whatever. Why am I even making excuses…”
“D**k? Why do you say ‘c**k’ like that these days? I actually like both.”
“What…!”
Why is he so shy?
She let out a soft laugh at the man’s flushing skin. He was breathing heavily in a rather cute way as he continued.
“…Be honest. You’re not Jeina, are you? There’s no way you’re Jeina… No… Who are you really? Wearing her skin so carelessly.”
“…What? Now that you mention it, you’ve been…”
He had been acting very familiar, calling her by name as if they knew each other all along.
All the people she had been close to were mages—women—and even they had Dissipated…
The only boy she’d known was just one…
‘But he was so small and scrawny back then?’
And on top of that, he was so incredibly pretty; those deep, soulful eyes, always seeming on the verge of tears, were unforgettable.
She rummaged through the remnants of her memory, pulling out the image of the boy, and slowly looked over the man kneeling before her. Her gaze traveled from the stout member standing firmly between his solid thighs, moving upward.
From bottom to top. Over the distinct contours, the firm abdominal muscles, the myriad of small and large scars, across the broad chest, to the perky n*****s that somehow suited his powerful build perfectly.
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