Chapter 34
Simultaneously, she began slowly infusing the rope binding the man’s midsection with magical power. A white light flickered within the rope before vanishing. The rope tightened even more firmly around his member, and this time, it began amplifying his s****l pleasure as well.
A cry, closer to pleasure than pain, echoed through the basement.
“Ahhh, ah, hnnn! Hah, don’t stop…!”
‘So a thick, deep voice can sound this delicate,’ she mused, broadening her s****l horizons by learning one more thing.
In that state, she turned her head and began sucking on his right n****e, causing his entire body to shudder violently.
It didn’t take long for a spontaneously polite response to burst from him.
“Y-Yes, yeess! Nnngah… Jeina, ah, haahh, please, pleease… I’m begging……”
“Good. I intend to be a very kind, but strict, owner.”
She nuzzled her nose against the dampened n****e.
“Hnng, hnn……”
As her e***t tip and straight nose rubbed gently against him, he gradually escaped from the searing pain that had been crushing him between his legs.
With only the heightened pleasure filling the void, he could do nothing but whimper helplessly.
Seeing him like this, she added with a languid, fluttering glance,
“In that spirit, shall we give it a little shake? That perfectly sculpted a*s of yours.”
* * *
“Aaaagh! What is, what is this, ah!”
Ronius let out a roar, bellowing at the top of his lungs.
“I-I’m serious, my clothes…! T-This is, dam…!”
“…….”
“S-Sorry…”
He glanced at Jeina’s expression and timidly added the apology.
“Haaah……”
Just where did it all go so wrong?
A rising tide of shame made him want to flee somewhere—anywhere, honestly, as long as it provided clothing—right that very instant.
How ironic that the moment he could finally lay eyes on the one thing he had yearned for so desperately, he found himself wanting to run away from it.
‘Not like I can go anywhere in this state, though.’
He squirmed uncomfortably, his body twisting in a mix of unease and a strange, agitated excitement. The ropes tightly coiled around his entire body only constricted him further.
“Hah, hng, hh, ugh……”
No matter how hard he bit his lower lip, unwanted whimpers leaked out. Sounds that to anyone listening would seem aroused, feverish with heat…
He wanted to cover his ears, but with his hands firmly bound behind his neck, he couldn’t even muster the courage to try. Though tied with rope, it felt more like he was held by magic; he couldn’t muster any real strength at all.
To have a build like this and yet…
He felt like a fool, a braggart with nothing but useless, showy muscles.
No matter what he did, his body showed no sign of settling down.
He could say with certainty that compared to this agonizing torment, the brutal training he’d endured day and night, even the drills of the Imperial Knights, were nothing.
And amidst it all, the pure black eyes observing him in his suffering… were just clear and bright. So much so that it almost seemed like madness…
She remained utterly serious, even faced with the ludicrous sight of the stripped man. Her meticulous, observant gaze traveled over every part of his body, making his insides churn and boil.
And that faint, rising sense of anticipation…
He flinched.
Something was off. Something had gone wrong, and it had gone wrong a long time ago.
There was no other explanation for this… no way this could happen unless he had completely lost his mind…
“Ah… This isn’t how it’s supposed to be…”
Just as he was lost in shock, Jeina, who had been tapping her finger against her lips as if deep in thought, spoke up.
That same finger that had been scorching his body just moments before…
He snapped out of the daze he hadn’t even realized he was in and shook his head vigorously.
“So reality is different after all?”
Completely ignoring his futile struggles, she muttered while carefully examining his body.
And then…
“Hmm, like this?”
It began again.
“Eeghk…! No, not again, ohh…!”
The hellish rope play.
His brief relief when he felt the rope around his g***n loosen, thinking it was finally over, was short-lived. The rope, now longer, dug into various parts of his body, as if declaring the game wasn’t over yet.
Pressing down firmly to block the twitching entrance, the rope moved with slick ease. His body was being played perfectly. His entire body moved of its own accord, as if manipulated by a mere rope.
Whoosh—his position changed. Just when he thought he was getting used to it…
“Uuoooh…”
His bound hands were lifted sharply, and his thighs slammed together with a loud smack.
“Guh!”
His p***s gave a large, jerking throb.
“S-Stop it!”
The rope coiled around him like a snake.
“Ah-hng…!”
“For a knight, you’re acting quite unbecomingly.”
“Sh-Shut up!”
He had no energy to retort to those humiliating words.
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