Chapter 33
Unable to process the turbulent feelings, he glared at her. From the very moment they had become friends in the past, all he had ever wanted was to cherish and protect her. So why was she…?
Ronius had often indulged in a futile dream: if only Jeina would stay alive, he would give her anything she desired, and more. But in this reality where that dream was no longer just a dream, he was coming to realize that his past convictions had been nothing but arrogance and conceit. He had been so sure that if it was for her, if it was her request, he could do anything…
But now, faced with this absurd demand, having agreed to it in a daze, and now actually in the thick of it… no matter how he looked at it, this was beyond his capacity to handle.
Even if he discarded his dignity as a noble, his pride as a knight kept rearing its head. It was only in this moment that he realized how deeply he held that knightly pride. The very idea of being powerless, of having no control over his own body and simply being acted upon, was utterly unacceptable to him as a knight. This was a body he had spent half his life training relentlessly—he couldn’t let it kneel to something as base as mere pleasure.
“You know, when you want something that badly, you’re supposed to wiggle your hips. Do you think you can do that?”
As if resisting the onslaught of pleasure, Ronius bit down hard on his lip.
“Hmm?”
At his reaction, she tilted her head and let out a meaningful sound.
His animal instinct screamed at him. That sound was a warning siren, signaling the approach of true danger. A chilling sensation made his hair stand on end. Simultaneously, the rope that had been tightly bound at the root and loosely draped over his shaft began to slowly, insidiously, climb its way back up his length.
“Uh, uh, uhh! I can do it!”
Forgotten was the resolve he’d mustered just seconds ago as he preemptively raised his voice. His head drooped deeply, shamed by his instantly shattered pride. The nape of his neck was flushed a deep red.
“I know, our Roni can do it. A knight is a man of his word, after all…”
“…….”
“We promised to play together, to play reaally well.”
She said softly.
At the same time, the rope slackened as if it were about to come completely loose.
“Ah, ah-ah…”
Then, in a sudden, swift motion—whoosh—Ronius’s head jerked up.
“Aahk, g-gak…!”
It began again, even tighter than before, constricting his manhood.
His head was wrenched back, breath catching in his throat from the viciously tightening rope. Though it was only binding his member, it felt as if his very breath was being controlled along with it. The choking sensation made it impossible to breathe properly.
The delicate skin at his core swelled taut, threatening to burst, and he gagged.
“Ah-ip, kuh, uh-hk, hng…!”
Soon, he grabbed the base of his own c**k with both hands, feet scrambling helplessly against the floor. His feet tapped out a pitiful rhythm, heels lifting and falling, while the hands clutching his thick shaft were swept this way and that by the force of his movements.
Jeina watched the violently bucking member. It was certainly massive. If one were to classify his manhood according to the old texts, it would unequivocally fall into the ‘large’ category. In fact, its appearance was almost elephantine.
Pfooo—! Like an elephant spraying water powerfully from its trunk. It looked as if water was about to gush right out of that very nose.
‘So, giant elephant type? Elephant monster-type? Monster elephant? Monster-phant? What name would be good?’
While Jeina was occupied with trivial thoughts that would have horrified Ronius had he known, she pressed her body against his back.
“Hk… N-ngh… Hnn… I, I…….”
As she gently slid her hand through the crook of his right arm, trying to alleviate even a fraction of the pain inflicted on his c**k, he flinched and shot a desperate look toward the mirror.
She raised a second finger and began tracing slow, swirling circles over his subtly trembling lower abdomen.
“Ahh, ahh…!”
He twisted his waist at the ticklish sensation spreading from his lower belly.
Next, her slender index finger traced the contour of his abdominal muscles, slowly moving upward. He clung to his own member as if it were a lifeline, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Her finger reached his chest, which was rising and falling roughly.
Swish. Her finger cleaved through the center.
“Hng……”
“Roni.”
She spoke as she moved to his side. Lifting his right arm, she draped it over her shoulders, then leaned back into his broad chest and looked up at him.
“Uuh? Nngh……”
She rubbed the fully rounded curve of her chest and continued.
“Hahp, hnn……”
“It’s good that you’re answering loudly, but let’s speak politely, okay? Am I not the owner of your body right now?”
The radius of the circle her finger was tracing on his left pectoral gradually shrank. Around the areola—
“Nngh? What? Since when is that… Eeek…!”
—and then to the n****e itself. She flicked the n****e with a single finger.
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