Chapter 38
It was definitely white before, a pure white that hadn’t been stained… Was his eyesight failing now?
Without him realizing, a reddish hue had swirled onto the feather.
Fidgeting his large frame, he stared dumbly down at the feather when she spoke.
“You see, this is…”
Jeina dragged out her words in a voice laced with laughter, then changed the feather’s direction. The feather, which had been about to brush his clavicle, returned to its previous spot.
“So, you see, this is…”
She began tickling his armpit mercilessly. Of course, the same stimulation was transmitted to the skin of his other armpit.
“Ah-hak…!”
Swish-swish— rub,
“Urk!”
Fwip— It traced a slow circle.
Ronius curled his toes into tight fists, his bound limbs straining against the ropes. A ticklish, wriggling sensation churned deep in his armpits, sending shivers cascading down his entire body. They were clearly just rubbing his underarms, yet his lower belly kept bubbling and boiling. It was a maddening, creeping itch, and the persistent ache between his legs only grew heavier.
He was about to snap, “Who even tickles a grown man like this?!” when a flash of crimson feathers caught his eye. The red hue, which had seemed pale just moments before, had now deepened into a rich, vivid color. And it seemed to be getting even redder…
“That’s proof you’re loving this to death.”
“Wha— Hic!”
He jolted, his body flailing uselessly in the air. Deep in the most sensitive hollows of his underarms, the feathers were squirming and swirling.
“You see, this little friend here,” she cooed, “he gets redder and redder the more you feel. And right now, I’m just giving you a very thorough physical examination with his help.”
“K-Keuh! Hup! What! What kind of…! That’s not…!”
“What do you mean ‘what’? It just means our Roni is… a knight who gets off even from his armpits.”
“A-Ah, I don’t belie— eek! S-S**t, no way, ahuk! H-Heu… S-Stop it! Just… stop! Hah… There’s no way…!”
Hmmm. He doesn’t believe me? She gave an exaggerated shrug and flicked her wrist. The feathers slithered slowly to the side. Ronius’s floating feet twitched.
“Such a tough guy. And you get all flustered and prickly over nothing. Do I need to set these feathers on fire for you to admit it?”
As the feathers from both sides slowly closed in toward the center, Ronius huffed, holding his breath. The veins on his neck bulged.
“Now, where does Roni like it best, I wonder? Let’s play a guessing game!”
She hummed, her tone impossibly light and cheerful.
“Could it be your chest?”
A fluttering, teasing touch spiraled around the contours of his pectorals, lazily tracing circles. Then, ever so slowly, it began drifting inward… The feathers, already a blazing red, were deepening into an even more impossible shade of crimson. It was like magic.
Ah, right… it is magic…
“Kkeut! E-Euup!”
Ronius bit down on the tender flesh inside his mouth, his body jerking with tiny, helpless spasms.
“You’re going to bite your lips raw.”
She didn’t withdraw the feathers from his chest, instead reaching out to tap his lips lightly. His jaw trembled finely, and a hot, ragged gasp— Ahak!—burst forth.
His entire body was burning up. And all she’d done was touch a few places… He felt like he was going to go mad from the heat, or crumble from the sheer self-loathing.
The feathers swirled and danced, finally arriving near the peaks.
“Haak! Hahk…!”
But the feathers refused to touch the final bastion directly, and for some inexplicable reason, a frantic impatience began to claw at him.
“Agh, j-just…”
“Hmm?”
“G-Get on with it… Euuung…!”
As if begging, his b******s wobbled heavily, like two weighty sacks swaying from side to side. The rope grated roughly, sasak-sasak, against the sensitive skin behind his balls.
“Oooung!”
A strange, strangled moan ripped from his throat—a thick, almost petulant sound, so shameless he could barely stand to hear it himself.
‘Seriously…’
Just how many times was this now?
But he was powerless to stop it.
The electrifying sensations kept detonating inside him, trapped with no release, swirling maddeningly just beneath the surface. How long did he have to endure this excruciating, spine-tingling tension?
“Eek! Uhh…!”
Even as shame washed over him, he could only clench and shake his hips, pleading wordlessly.
“Keep still.”
“Huaah……”
“I said, be still.”
“Euheup……”
Her clear, bell-like voice held an unexpectedly chilling edge. The face before his eyes was just as beautiful as ever, but it had lost its earlier pure radiance. There was a stern, unyielding quality to it now—a feeling that he must not act out of line. Whimpering like a scolded puppy, he forced his trembling body to go limp.
It had been like this ever since he met her in this basement. One moment she was playful, and the next, she’d overwhelm him with an oddly irresistible aura. Even as he protested, I hate this, I hate this, he’d find himself, at some point, doing everything she commanded.
He kept getting swept along, helplessly pulled in her wake.
Just why? Why was he subjected to this humiliation…?
“Good boy.”
In that very moment, her mellifluous voice praised him.
“Aahhaa……”
And finally, a silken, blissful grace descended upon his n*****s.
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