Chapter 46
Just watching his body—a body that wasn’t even undressed—from this uninvolved distance was making her hands twitch with a maddening itch. She clenched her fists again, suppressing the writhing white magic.
And all the while, it seemed like Ronius was subtly showing off his body.
She wanted to see it again—that proud gaze shattering, that handsome face drowning in pleasure, that upright man completely coming undone. The real thing had been infinitely more thrilling than she’d ever imagined. The memory replayed in her mind countless times.
Her already scant patience was drying up completely.
Jeina swallowed hard, a intense thirst taking hold.
This time, her target was those firm b******s.
‘Just how should I have my way with you?’
Following her instincts, going with the flow, she quietly repeated the phrase floating in her mind.
Yes. Everything would be fine if she just followed her hands’ lead and trusted her instincts.
Her eyes glinted as a sly smile spread across her face.
Meanwhile, Ronius, the sole focus of Jeina’s attention, might have looked composed to others, but he was currently on the verge of panic.
It was a miracle he hadn’t lost his mind.
A core doubly suppressed, a stiff waist, a heat that refused to fade even in this weather, and desires seething beneath the surface. His entire body felt itchy, tingling, aching—as if it were astonishing he’d held on through sheer will. His head burned as if molten lava churned inside.
Lost in the strange sensation of his own body feeling alien, his torment only grew.
Amidst this suffering, why was he pushing himself even further, training with junior knights? That was the biggest mystery. And this damned… this damned… monstrous contraption he couldn’t even take off.
‘What was it called again? A ‘chastity device’?’
The name alone was absurd. Who even invented such a thing?
“Tch.”
“Captain?”
One of the junior knights flinched at his low, hissed sigh.
“It’s nothing. Continue.”
After flicking a glance toward where she was watching—anywhere but at him—he roughly parried the incoming training swords.
With every forceful movement, his trapped length shifted violently within the bizarre device. He gritted his teeth.
Here he was, bound in this obscene thing—a ‘chastity device’ or whatever wretched name it had—while the one who’d put it on him sat there perfectly calm, watching his subordinates.
Almost unconsciously, he pivoted while swinging his longsword, subtly thrusting his hips in her direction. A motion he wasn’t even aware he made.
Only then did he feel that scorching gaze lock onto him again.
A pointless tension and a useless excitement collided hotly within him. His bare chest heaved with a hot shudder.
He wanted to tear his pants off right then and there, to escape this suffocating pressure.
Even after being tormented by that horrifying rope and feather play, it had taken him a long time to finally leave the basement…
His time underground had left him powerless, feverish, stripping away his dignity as a knight amidst the pleasure.
Jeina had engaged in this so-called ‘play’ in all sorts of ways. The humiliations he suffered were, without exception, equal to or worse than the ropes and feathers.
The moment of climax, their lips meeting, tongues tangling and pulling, the mix of sticky breath and saliva—it was a thrill so intense it blurred his mind.
It was a bliss he’d never known, a wave of s****l pleasure he never thought he’d experience in his life, and he had no choice but to melt into it.
The mere act of going limp in someone’s arms was a first for him—something he never dared to imagine.
But the languid peace was short-lived. Belatedly, his senses snapped back into focus, and he buried his head in his hands, consumed by shame.
In front of Jeina, whom he’d met by a miracle… what kind of state had he been in? What had he done?
He even considered begging her—Please, can you just forget my disgrace? Erase it from your memory? He hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as he leaned his head against her small shoulder.
But before he could falter further, a soft voice cut through the silence.
Jeina spoke. She said she’d been in such a hurry that she hadn’t had a proper chance to learn his body. She genuinely lamented this, expressing sincere regret.
After tormenting every part of my body like that…
Just as he was recoiling in shock, trying to pull away from her, the next round began without warning.
Once with her hands, once with her mouth. She was persistent, not missing a single finger or even a toe.
“Ah, so you’re more sensitive in your big toe than the others?”
Spouting such insane words, she pinned him down, lifted his leg, and sucked on his big toe.
He flailed wildly in startled panic, only to be subdued by her again, punished, and ultimately yielding… an endless cycle of repetition.
Even after all that…
She said it still wasn’t enough for her.
He was forced into brutally explicit poses, and she hummed in admiration.
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