Chapter 37
‘They should have at least thought of something like ‘Strawther’.’
Looking at the white feather in her hand, she shook her head confidently.
The principle was simple: you just had to gently brush the tool against areas where the body’s e****c sensitivity was distributed—the parts that felt sensation. If the area was sensitive, the feather would turn red.
The more an area enjoyed being touched, the more it was a point of excitement when teased, the brighter the feather would glow, like a perfectly ripe strawberry. For less sensitive areas, it would light up a lighter red, like a slightly under-ripe strawberry.
This little guy was a real pro at finding the ultimate pleasure points.
The descriptions in the front part of the old text—the naked man, the varying intensities of red lights across his body—were all results the author had obtained by experimenting with this very feather.
In the case of Lyi, the human the author was most fond of, although there were differences in intensity, the feather ultimately lit up across every part of his body. In other words, it meant the author’s goal of turning the entire body into an erogenous zone had been achieved.
Anyway, on top of its proven original function, she had added a little extra seasoning. The Red Plume, no, the ‘Strawther’, could now not only detect pleasure but also heighten the target’s sensitivity.
‘Pain and itching provide strong stimulation to the peripheral nerves. Combining the two will induce an even stronger response.’ Inspired by the author’s words, the newly redesigned ‘Strawther’ was born.
Paired with the ropes, the already mischievous tool became utterly brazen.
Roni’s eyes, spotting the object in her hand, trembled like a wild animal sensing danger. He tried to pull his body away, but dangling in the air, there was nowhere for him to go.
To make his experience even more delightful, Jeina had to press down firmly on the corners of her mouth that threatened to curl into a smirk.
From his temples, bulging from his clenched teeth, to his reddish ears, she softly swept the feather— swish—
“Ah…”
Without lifting the feather from his ear, she traced it once from the cartilage of his outer ear down to his earlobe…
“Eeungh!”
As if it tickled, he hunched his shoulders. At first, it emitted a faint red glow, but upon reaching his earlobe, a brilliant, dazzling light burst forth. From his ear canal, red lights flashed brightly.
Could it be… from the very start…
Feeling her heart thump as if it might burst with happiness, she relentlessly targeted his ear.
“Uuungh… St-top it!”
“I told you I have a good eye for people. You’re naughty, so naughty.”
“This…! St-Stop, please st-stop it…! My ear! My ear! It’s tickling, something’s wrong…!”
The feather, unable to enter his ear canal, swished and swirled around the entrance. Static electricity crackled from the reddened feather.
His body shuddered, trembling like a man holding back urine.
“Ah, ah, mi, s**t…! Uuuuugh…!”
As if his own ear no longer felt like his own, she violently shook his left ear.
“What’s in my ear, what! What are you…!”
“Just how are you this sensitive over a single ear, Captain?”
“Uuugh, what did you do! Ugh!”
Simultaneously, another identical feather, poof, materialized on the opposite side. As Jeina tickled the left, the other ‘Strawther’ on the right flew about on its own, perfectly mirroring the left feather’s movements.
Ronius, trapped and unable to move, hunched his broad shoulders, which were already pressed tight against the ropes.
“Euh-heu, heu, hh… uuugh…!”
A suppressed groan leaked from his tightly clenched mouth, and he flinched, his body twitching.
The fact that she could make a man tremble with just his ears filled her with an immense sense of satisfaction.
And what about the tears welling up, shimmering as if he was trying hard to hold something back?
With every minor reaction he gave, a sharp, tightening sensation shot through her lower body. The curve of her smile deepened further.
“You can’t start crying already, our crybaby Captain.”
“Cry, who’s…! Ugh! M-My ear! Stop, it!”
“Okay, fine. We’ll stop with the ears.”
The tiny feather, sensing his pulse, traveled down his neckline, over the trapezius muscle in his back, and slid across his shoulder blade.
“Uh, ha. Hah!”
And then, as it traced under his armpit and came around to the front,
His tightly bound body heaved, jolting violently.
“Ah, kheuh, eui! Eee, hh, ah-ght…! Ti, tick, ticklish!”
Even over this short distance, his body set off red lights everywhere it went.
The intensity of the lights fluctuated, but the embers never went out.
“Wow, anyone seeing this would think it was a red feather all along, huh?”
She teased as the feather parted the golden hairs under his armpit on its path up to his collarbone.
Unable to even move his hands from his head, his arms flapping bent at the elbow, his chest expanding and then hastily contracting, he stared at the red feather with dazed, shaking eyes.
“That thing, why, it, why…?”
So red…
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