Chapter 45
Just then, their captain, Ronius, was quickly approaching her observation spot. Jeina, sitting perched on the blunt edge of a protruding rock, pushed back the hood of her robe.
Their eyes met for a moment, but he pointedly, almost noticeably, jerked his gaze away. For some reason, he seemed thoroughly sulky.
“I wonder what’s put him in such a foul mood, our Roni?”
Resting her chin on her hand, she stared at him with even greater interest.
To be honest, Jeina would have preferred to stay tucked away in the basement a while longer. But he had pestered her so incessantly—insisting they had to demolish the temple, that they needed to get out quickly—that she had no choice but to emerge. Of course, she needed some insurance too, so she had fitted his c**k with a ‘C**k Control Squad’.
But ever since leaving the basement, the moment he laid eyes on her, he’d been busy turning tail and running.
It was a chastity device that couldn’t be removed without her magic. She’d thought, What’s he going to do about it? and had quietly left him alone, content to watch the new men… but still.
‘Well, look at that. He’s holding out surprisingly well.’
Ronius was fundamentally undeveloped, but he had a lewd body that would feel, stain, harden, and c*m at her slightest provocation. Yet, his endurance was far more impressive than she’d expected. Even now, his body was burning up, probably making him act out petulantly for no reason. To think he could move with such precision even with a magical chastity device on his d**k.
He didn’t even seem particularly scared. Usually, men in his situation were terrified that moving too much under the device’s pressure would make their c***s fall off.
‘Well, that’s commendable, I suppose. But…’
She pouted her lips in displeasure.
‘If he wants to c*m, he should come over here and shake his a*s for me.’
Throwing a tantrum like that. He still had so much to learn.
Jeina did not possess Ronius’s level of patience. In fact, hers was severely lacking.
Yet, the sole reason she had been squeezing out every last drop of her non-existent patience and waiting for him was simple:
That face and that body… were undeniably her type.
She’d had many points of comparison, but all the men she’d known were from books and pictures. During her time in the basement, her thoughts about c***s, asses, and backs had been abstract; she couldn’t have definitively pinned down her exact preferences.
But the moment Roni stood before her, completely naked, she knew in an instant. A man with a face and body like his was her perfect type.
His pale, ashen-blond hair created a mysteriously alluring aura. Just then, the sun rose a little higher, making his hair shine with a bright golden hue.
From what she vaguely remembered, he used to have pale, white skin that flushed easily, back when he was frail and terribly uncoordinated. That once-pale skin had now gained a slight tan over the years, radiating an even more attractive energy. And yet, that tendency to turn reddish was still there.
Ronius still appeared perfectly composed, but if she looked at that face up close, there would undoubtedly be a faint red tinge on both his cheeks.
Just then, the pounding footsteps came to a halt, and the knights following him stopped as well, gasping and catching their breath.
Ronius’s red eyes flickered briefly in Jeina’s direction.
‘Those eyes, though. I’ve loved them from the start.’
Sharp, resolute eyes, with dark, deep crimson pupils.
She met his intense gaze head-on, but he quickly averted his eyes again, pretending he hadn’t been looking.
“Groups of five. The rest, pair up.”
His low command echoed across the clearing.
Soon, sparring matches began.
Five well-built knights charged at Ronius at once, swords drawn. The other knights paired off, their blades clashing in practice.
Though they varied in size, the sight of their perfectly sculpted muscles moving with such vibrant energy stoked a fire in her chest. The desire to strip them of their trousers, too, bubbled up even more fiercely. Flickers of white magical power sparked between her clenched fists.
And among all these fine physiques, the one that fanned her desires the most. Or, to be more precise, his physique.
“Truly, no other body can compare to Roni’s.”
It was definitively her type.
His sword moved with a fluid power, his substantial muscles shifting with a lean agility. Her eyes occasionally drifted to the other men radiating their Yang energy, but they were always, inevitably, sucked back to him.
She couldn’t look away.
She wanted to teleport right into their midst, sink her teeth into his chest, and tear away his lower garments. Inside those trousers was a c**k so big it probably barely fit, and behind it, an a*s with such incredible elasticity she wondered if it wouldn’t bounce twice from a single slap.
‘I should prepare several pairs of trousers that are easy to remove.’
From now on, whenever she wanted to look, touch, or taste, she would act immediately, without a moment’s delay.
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