Chapter 40
“It goes, ‘A man who is not fully matured should not be teased.'”
Ronius sniffled as if about to cry, scowling as if to say, ‘What kind of nonsense is that?’
“Your n*****s, your c**k, heehee, and your butt seem quite well-matured already. Almost ready for harvest, you could say.”
His expression grew even more stormy, as if he’d heard something he shouldn’t have. Here he was, with his c**k standing stiff and lewd words spilling from his lips.
She chastised him.
“And your n*****s are so sensitive. Have you been letting just anyone play with your tits? Even for a lecherous knight… that would be a bit disappointing. I prefer a man who at least acts proper and modest in public, you know.”
“You’re crazy! Out of your mind?! Who’s lecheroo-us…!”
He, who had been ready to snap back in defiance at her words, completely fell apart the moment her mouth closed over his n****e.
A wet, chup-chup sound spread from his n****e, while a single feather she held traced a slow, deliberate path down the centerline of his defined abs.
“Ah! Aht! N-Not! Th- Tha—! Kkeut! G-Guh!”
“Mmmph, it’s your first time…?” Mumbling around the n****e rolling in her mouth, she spoke in fragments. “I’ve been watching… Mmph… but your sentences are getting shorter. Our Roni is.”
Ronius threw his head back, his large, sturdy frame trembling pathetically. A single stream of sweat trickled down his chest.
The salty taste spreading in her mouth, the lewd scent heating the basement air, the feel of his muscles twitching under her touch, the thick, nasal moans torn from his throat, his face contorted in a futile attempt to control his excitement, and his body that had long since surrendered—Jeina used all five senses to drink him in.
She nibbled gently on his n****e, pressing her own body closer against his. His muscles tensed in surprise for a brief moment, then shuddered even more violently.
“It f-feels, ih-it! It feelsh goo! N-No! Itsh gooood…!”
“No… no, it’sh not… Goo— no…!” He kept flinching, desperately trying to claw back the words that escaped him unbidden. But once they reached her ears, there was no taking them back.
She chuckled softly, her lips brushing against the thick nub.
“How does it feel?”
“Hah……”
“Hmm? Roni, how does it feel?”
She whispered softly. Her warm breath ghosted over his n****e, and her previously moving lips parted.
“My… My belly…! Haak! Ah, it’s all twisted up inside! Keuhk…!”
And then, his lips clamped shut in a panic. The chest before her eyes flushed a vivid, telling red.
His heavy body heaved. A transparent thread stretched and broke between her newly reddened lips and his own similarly flushed, stiff n****e.
Jeina let her gaze drift down to his c**k, which seemed to cry out for greater pleasure even as it voiced its torment, and she quietly pulled up the corner of her mouth. Leaving one feather diligently circling the wet n****e, she set the rest of them into motion with a leisurely urgency.
Driven by a mission to explore every place mentioned in the book, the feathers combed through every nook and cranny of the man’s body.
His elbows, his waist, his navel, and below…
His lifted feet, the soles facing her, each wriggling toe, circling his calves and swirling behind his knees…
The feathers never lost their crimson glow for a single moment.
As they neared the center between his stallion-like thighs, the feathers went absolutely wild.
If a single feather was this frantic, then he must be…
“Ahak! Ahak!”
His mind was utterly gone, reduced to frantic, gasping pleas, and the sight sent her own heart pounding with unruly excitement. The rapid thunder of her own heartbeat seemed to vibrate through her entire being.
‘More. I want to torment him more. I want to make him sob and beg.’
She must have unconsciously let her magical energy surge too high. Suddenly, Ronius’s back arched violently off the ground.
“Haa, uaat, ah! Heui…!”
It was a powerful, instinctive movement, the kind that could easily shatter his rope bindings, but the strength of a Sword Master was effortlessly subdued. He thrashed his limbs wildly, emitting incomprehensible sounds.
His hands, still bound near his head, strained and splayed as his chest expanded, only for his upper body to twist and writhe with a frustrated, petulant “Euuung—!”, his arms flailing. The muscles, mapped with various scars, etched their outlines even more sharply against his skin.
His widely splayed legs kicked and struggled as if trying to snap together, but soon his hips and b******s were undulating with a different intent, pushing and grinding as if trying to spread them even wider. With all his might, he thrust his c**k forward. The savage muscles of his thighs rippled incessantly, the smooth leather of his pants twitching in spasms as his e******n jerked and strained against the fabric.
Through it all, his gaze, lifted pleadingly towards her, swam with a red, hazy desperation, begging wordlessly for even greater pleasure.
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