Chapter 39
A blindingly vivid red light momentarily veiled each peak, and as if it had been waiting for just this signal, his n*****s stiffened tautly, embracing the electrifying sensation.
“N*****s take first place, for now!”
“Eeuh, eek…! Heuung…!”
He was mortified by her shameless words and the even more shameless crimson glow, yet he could only moan, as if he himself had lost all sense of shame. As his doubts melted away, excitement surged straight to the crown of his head. His n*****s tingled with a sharp, electric sting, and a heavy ache bloomed deep in his lower belly.
If only that soft hand from before would just grab his throbbing center again…
Shameful pleasure dominated his entire body, and the small of his back kept arching upward, utterly without his permission. His insides were twisting into knots, the urge to come seething and bubbling everywhere. He wanted to shake his chest wildly, to rub his n*****s even more, just to grind them against anything—but he clamped his mouth shut.
The only thing he’d cultivated through long years of enduring with just a single sword was his patience.
He could never let these humiliating thoughts be discovered.
Of all days, this disaster now unfolding on the day of his reunion with her… it was all because of these… these horrifying-looking things…
It must be some kind of magical prank. Hadn’t she always been a mage with a mischievous streak?
‘It has to be that… There’s no other explanation.’
There was no way a Sword Master like him could be brought to his knees by two little nubs…
“Ee-hik!”
Two slender fingers suddenly slipped in and ping— flicked his n****e with startling force.
Jeina, as if brushing dust from the peaks, shook the feathers over them from above, this way and that.
“Hahk…”
Then ting— she flicked it from the side, rubbed it with the feathers, and pyong— flicked it upward from below…
“Ee! Euuu… Ee-keuk!”
Moans that were unimaginable coming from a man of his stature spilled forth without end. That tiny nub, so small compared to his large frame, became the sole focus of intense attention from all directions.
“Look how crimson it is. You like it, don’t you?”
The feathers had taken on a blood-red hue.
“Heuk! Eueueu—!”
Ronius thrashed violently.
‘No! I don’t!’
“Do you like it?”
“N-No! Eee… I’m a man… To be… by such a thing…!”
“Have you seen your own n*****s? If you saw them, you wouldn’t be saying that.”
“U, ah, u, you…! No, no…!”
Jeina silently watched the man ramble incoherently. He shook his head as much as he could, yet, seemingly curious, he kept stealing glances toward his own protruding n*****s. Then, as if in disbelief, he’d let out a startled puff of air and jerk his head up, only to sneak another look down moments later…
“This isn’t it. I’m not like this,” he muttered in a desperate, moan-laced whisper.
‘Well, can’t really blame him for being shocked.’
She thought it calmly to herself. But the look on her face as she gazed at the fully e***t n*****s was tinged with an undeniable pride.
Literally, they were like plump, reddish buds popping right out.
She pinched the sides of a n****e tightly between her thumb and forefinger and pulled. The already rigid nub jutted out even more prominently, pushing forward from his chest.
“Ee-hang…! Uk, wup…!”
He hurriedly clamped his mouth shut, but he was a step too late again.
“Pueup… Your n*****s, you see…” he heard her voice, laced with laughter, and burned with shame.
“They’re sticking straight out. So incredibly hard. Is it because you’re a knight? Did you build muscle in your n*****s too?”
With one hand, she squeezed and kneaded the flesh around his n*****s, while the other continued its work with the feathers.
“Eoheung…! Eu-heuk, euh-euh-euh… It tickles, d-damn it! Ing! Eek!”
The very tips of his n*****s were being intensely stimulated by her hands, and the situation with the sides wasn’t any better. With the same intensity, the same rhythm, on the exact same spots, the feathers never, ever stopped.
“The color is nicely ripe and red, just like your eyes, Roni. Looks like you’ve got four mischievous strawberries on your body. Makes me want to taste them.”
“Euuung, heuk, eet… D-Don’t say that…!”
“They’re redder and pointier than mine.”
“Stop it! D-Don’t! Don’t say that! And st-top touching them! Hik, uuet…!”
“Next time, want to press them against mine? See whose stands up taller. Aren’t you curious?”
“Eueueup, heuut…!”
He repeated the cute protest, “I don’t! I don’t wanna!” utterly embarrassed. Was there any part of his tanned skin left that could turn redder? His constantly flushing cheeks were adorable.
She continued, her tone almost scolding.
“What’s wrong? I should show your n*****s some love. There’s an old saying, you know.”
“…Heet! Seriously, eee, st-stop it…! You damn…! Ahb, the feath-er…!”
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