Chapter 42
The entrance twitched, and two lights, blazing redder than anywhere else, illuminated the basement with an eerie glow.
“Hyeeek! Uuh, heuuk… It’s dirty… Wuaaah… H-Heuung, kup!”
Ronius had to frantically clamp a hand over his own mouth. No matter how many times he heard them, he couldn’t get used to the vulgar moans escaping his lips. But what horrified him even more was…
‘Where… you… where are you touching…?’
It was the unfamiliar sensation behind him.
That dirty place, usually just an excretory passage, was being rubbed and stimulated relentlessly. Its name was just ‘a**s’ or… asshole. But that, that hole… was being teased by a mere feather…
Yet, sensations, incomparably magnified, were taking over his body. An agony like his insides were twisting into knots. An itch as if countless insects were crawling all over him.
“Ng… Uung… Hooong……”
Even with his large hand pressed firmly over his mouth, the sounds wouldn’t stop. Cold sweat trickled down his neck and spine.
The feather continued its violation of his a**s, utterly indifferent…
“Hmm? If the Captain has such a lewd body, he needs to take responsibility for it.”
The words that humiliated him…
“Kkeut, please, ah-kit, st-stop… Just do something to me, heeeu…”
“Are you still being disobedient?”
“Ah-eek……”
Could shame and excitement really coexist like this?
His legs, held firm by her, trembled violently. He felt wretched.
The sheer humiliation of being immobilized, forced to offer up his back hole, was overwhelming. Yet, he couldn’t quell the excitement surging from the soft feathers freely roaming near that entrance.
The sensation was unbearable… yet not enough.
Tickled and unable to resist the strange, mounting pleasure, he clenched and unclenched his b******s.
“Repeat after me.”
A stern voice commanded.
“A captain should act like one!”
The feather traced a delicate path just inside the entrance.
“A captain should… a-act like a cap-tain! Hoooooork…!”
The sensation—brief but unmistakable—of something entering and then withdrawing from that tight space made him feel like he was blacking out.
“This is… this is, n-no… Ahyuk! Keuh! No, I’m not… haah…!”
The physiological strangeness clashed violently with the undeniable pleasure. His disgust with himself only grew worse.
He shook his b******s wildly, with no semblance of dignity, desperately trying to dislodge that terrifying feather. The inside of a place he’d never even thought to scratch was itching with a maddening intensity, driving him insane. His insides were in an uproar, becoming utterly unmanageable, while shivers ran up his spine, leaving his nerves tingling and raw.
And all the while, that dark gaze watched from below, witnessing every one of his humiliating convulsions.
Everything converged, and his excitement spiraled completely out of control.
The moisture blurring his vision broke free and rolled down his temples.
The feather continued its maddening, sticky friction between his b******s. It wasn’t even a sword—just a tiny feather—yet he thrashed in a frenzy wrought from equal parts agony and ecstasy.
“Uhhheu… Heuu…… I-I’m, I’m gonna, c-come, my, c-clothes, I’m gonna s-soil them…!”
Up, down…
Down, up…
He couldn’t gather his thoughts under the tickling assault. He had to expel this excitement from his body.
“Co-Come! I’m… I’m comin’, c-coming, I’m, I’m coming, haaat…!”
The pleasure, unable to disperse, seethed and bubbled in his lower dantian, growing denser with every pass the feather made over his a**s, the heat intensifying each time. The agony of being unable to erupt was shattering his sanity. His core, drunk with arousal, raged wildly, unable to find peace.
He clenched his b******s, then relaxed them, clenched, then relaxed again…
When he clenched, the sensation pooled in his g***n surged back into his lower belly as an even greater torment; when he relaxed, the tickling urge to pee, blocked by the ropes, only grew more severe.
Nothing offered him release. The unsated need to climax. The heat, piled up to bursting point—he felt he couldn’t endure it another second without exploding.
“You’re incredibly sensitive, aren’t you? All hell breaks loose from just one little touch on your asshole.”
The calm, teasing words that followed made him feel a faint flicker of anticipation even before the shame.
Just then, his bound body was lowered back to its original position. Trembling, he met the dark eyes now level with his own.
“Roni, is your asshole your favorite spot?”
“Eeut, heung…!”
The two feathers pressed down firmly, rubbing against the spot just above his entrance with a warm, insistent pressure. One traced a path upward along his cleft, while the other moved downward…
And just as her humiliating words had suggested, he was desperate enough to let a thrilled gasp escape and nod eagerly.
His body shuddered as if seized by a fit. His member, swollen to its limit, strained with raw need.
‘C-C*m… Let me c*m, please.’ He repeated the plea over and over in his mind.
“Say it properly.”
“Hheu… Uu, Eh! Yesss……!”
“So much to teach you. Do I have to spell out every single thing? Repeat after me.”
“Uu, Yes!”
“Roni likes his asshole.”
“…Ro-… Roni, kkeut… l-likes… nngh…….”
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