Chapter 32
The ‘Rope of Whim’ was, true to its name, a moving rope that could be controlled and manipulated entirely by its owner’s will. It was her first time using it on a real person, so she wasn’t sure how it would go…
She channeled her mana and with a swish—
“Uhh-huh-huh…!”
“Oh my. A little accident.”
“What is, ugh! This! Eek, huuu… Hahk, uhk…!”
He flailed his hands uselessly below, stumbling and nearly falling over.
“No, I meant to tie up your body, but I just…”
Ended up tying up his c**k? She let out an awkward ha-ha laugh and blinked.
It seemed the prototype wasn’t quite perfect yet.
She had only thought, I’ll just tie up the big thing… and it ended up trussing that up tightly.
She eyed the c**k, now bulging fiercely under the tight constriction, with a hint of pity. The veins were popping out prominently.
‘Ah. Maybe I should give it a compliment?’
Anyway, just in terms of size, that thing was nothing to scoff at.
But still, the biggest part is the torso, isn’t it? How did it decide to go for there first? As she pondered this, he threw his head back, gasping.
“Ah-hahk, huh, uuuhk… Uhk…!”
His legs twisted into a tight X-shape, writhing against each other.
“It’s gonna… it’s gonna burst…! Eeek, this is… a little… just a li-ittle…!”
No, perhaps, on some level, she had been hoping for this. His head shook from side to side, his tear-filled eyes fixed on her. That desperate gaze sent an involuntary shudder through her. A thrill shot up to the very roots of her hair, and a damp heat gathered below.
“Uuuh, ple…ase…!”
“Mm, I’ll deal with the rest later,” she muttered, loosening her magical grip just slightly.
The rope’s constriction eased with a soft release.
“Uhhhnn……”
A strange, choked sound escaped him as his body trembled with fine shivers. His eyes were dazed, his face completely lost in pleasure, his center quivering.
“Ah.”
But then, as if realizing something, she tightened the rope around his c**k again.
“Gyah! Aah, ghh… N-no, don’t…! Why… ah…!”
Ronius sent a resentful look toward the stunningly beautiful woman in the mirror.
“I can’t have you finishing all by yourself again like before, can I?”
“A-ah, I w-won’t… c-c*m… I won’t c*m. I won’t, hihh…!”
He found himself pleading, making promises without thinking.
“You said you weren’t a quick-shot earlier, but then you went and came right away. A c**k that’s just big and doesn’t listen needs a little management.”
He had no retort for her firm, judgmental tone. He felt both wronged and deeply ashamed.
To be showing such disgrace in front of her again… and half of it was by his own volition. His judgment had been too hasty. His finely sculpted face contorted as if on the verge of tears.
Ronius hurriedly looked for the sword he always kept at his side like an extension of himself. Thinking he could use the dagger at his ankle if necessary, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and froze.
His body, tightly bound by the rope, his swollen member looking ready to burst, his naked form shuddering intermittently, the flushed redness covering his skin.
The cruel reality flooded his vision, leaving no room for refusal. He began to struggle in a panic.
“Huhuk! This, get this off… me…!”
His voice sounded almost like a whining child’s.
He tried every trick he could think of to loosen the rope tightly coiled around the base of his p***s.
The rope’s length was more than enough, even after wrapping the thick shaft. Ronius tugged at the slack hanging down, but it only intensified the pain, feeling like his c**k might snap.
He tried to force a finger between the binds, but it only made them tighten further around his member, much like the hands that had been obsessed with it moments before.
“Ahhk, ooohk…!”
And in that moment, the remaining length of rope that had been hanging loosely between his legs began to slither up the shaft like a snake.
“Ah-eu……”
It started rubbing and scraping against the head of his c**k.
“A-wooo, ooooh…!”
He let out an undignified, long moan, his body convulsing.
“P-P-P… Please, pleease…! St-stop i-iit…!”
As he shook his hips and begged, the rope’s vicious movements gradually slowed.
“Huh-uh, huh-uk……”
His lower abdomen buzzed with a painful pleasure. Every single cell in his body seemed to be seething, tormenting him.
Here he was, gasping and desperate, unable to resolve the single, boiling heat within him, while behind him, a woman watched peacefully. It was like another world entirely…
Seeing the faint smile in her eyes sent a full-body shiver of goosebumps crawling over his skin. Watching him in this humiliating state, she looked utterly, supremely happy.
‘You call this playing? Is this what you actually find fun?’
His heart ached with each beat. A whirlwind of emotions churned within him—shame, anger, resentment, and the sheer confusion of feeling this cursed body’s responses despite the humiliation… It was enough to make him lose his mind. Not that he could even think of jumping around in this state.
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