Chapter 41
The sight of this man, so completely enslaved by the sensations only she could provide, filled Jeina with an indescribable, intoxicating sense of conquest. A thrilling shudder ran down her spine.
Now, only the highlights remained. His mouth, his tongue, his c**k, and his b******s. Just how much more excitement was he going to give her?
She first circled his thick thighs, moving behind him. The crease where thigh met b*****k—a deeply carved, elegant line accentuated by the firm, muscular swell of his powerful glutes. As a simple warm-up for his backside, she used the twin feathers to tease that sensitive junction with a light, tickling touch.
“Euhik!”
The resulting red aura was, as expected, deeply satisfying. It was a color that rivaled, and perhaps in some ways surpassed, the lewdness she’d drawn from his chest. If the hue from his chest was a pretty, vibrant scarlet, this was a deeper, more ominous, and formidable shade.
A feather in each hand, she swept them upwards along that crease, then back down, repeating the motion. The massive body, too large to even fit fully in her embrace, resisted with violent shudders.
She mercifully released his arms from their rope bindings.
“Euhup! Ah, euuuu! This! Why, please, pleease! St-Stop! I surren—!”
As the feathers teased their way up the slopes of his b******s, his freed hands flailed desperately in the air. Annoyed by the unruly hands that, having lost all reason, tried to push her away, she clicked her tongue in disapproval.
Tch.
His lower body was hoisted upwards, lifting to the height of her chest.
“N-No, don’t! It’s— hheueut! It’s all on display! My clothes…!”
He thrashed his arms wildly, like a child throwing a tantrum.
“You have to learn to wait obediently. Only then will I say, ‘Ah, so pretty,’ and give you your reward, won’t I?”
“Ah… pretty… Reward… Pre-tty…” Ronius’s chest heaved dramatically as he repeated her words over and over. Soon, like an obedient child, he clenched his fists and pulled them tightly against his chest. The pose was cute, but the bulging muscles straining beneath it were anything but. To her eyes, however, he was endlessly adorable.
The tendons on his hands, wrists, and arms stood out, thick and prominent.
“Yes, such a pretty boy.”
A smile, unbeknownst even to himself, flickered at the corners of his mouth.
Staring into his dazed, drunken eyes that kept glancing her way, Jeina lazily set one feather in motion, leaving the other still dancing over his b*****k. Gradually, she loosened the tightly bound ropes just enough to allow blood to slowly circulate back into the criminal’s tormented body. As the magical pressure of the ropes lessened, his chest swelled and fell with deep, relieved breaths. It seemed like his breathing was finally stabilizing, but…
…Then it was finally the turn of his standing, rigid c**k.
“Kkeoheuk!”
As the feather brushed against the hypersensitive tip, a single, choked moan was torn from him, and he began to arch backwards. His glazed pupils flew wide open, his head thrown back as he gasped and sputtered, breath catching in his throat.
“Thi, thiiis…! Ugk, ughk, ugk-gk-gk!”
He lost control of his body more completely than ever before, bucking madly within the limited range of his bonds. The feather spiraled around the thick shaft, descending slowly, and his tumultuous thrashing continued.
“My… c**k! Let me go! Shiiit, shaaaaa!”
He even screamed vulgarities he would never normally utter, his spread legs kicking and struggling wildly. His member, frantic for release, slammed violently against its confines, but the ropes held firm. Only the ends of the ropes grew damp and sticky.
“Ha, you’re so lewd. The boss of tits, the boss of c***s, the boss of asses… It seems Roni has to have it all.”
“Aah, eueup! Uuh! Uu! D-Don’t… s-say that! Please stop…! Aghk, ooooh!”
“Being this obscene, and yet you’re still shy? I told you before. If you’re the boss, act like one!”
“Noooooo!”
“Say it! ‘If you’re the boss, act like one!'”
The air in the basement grew even hotter and heavier. A man trembling and moaning in shame, a woman panting with exhilarated delight.
She grabbed one of his ankles and yanked it, then removed the rope shielding the cleft between his b******s.
“Ooohb, eueu……”
“So you just feel it, but you won’t listen? Your discipline is slipping.”
“Hah, hh, eut, I, ha… It’s not that……”
Jeina ran her tongue over her lips.
Her eyes were fixed on his tightly clenched b******s, which looked so sweet she could almost taste them. That hidden, secret place, tucked away… she coveted it terribly. Gazing at the perfectly sealed crevice, she swallowed hard.
‘Patience. Stay calm… You can’t devour all the good parts at once.’
A deluge had already erupted within her own secret depths. Clenching her tingling lower abdomen, she guided the feather that had been circling his shaft downward.
From the base of his c**k, over the perineum—
“Hee-eek!”
Past the perineum, toward the hidden entrance…
At the same time, another feather descended from his tailbone, tracing the groove between his cheeks…
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