Chapter 47
“Hmm-hmm-hmm~ You have so much muscle… yet… you’re quite flexible, aren’t you?”
That one comment. And then she didn’t even touch him. She just… watched. Letting her lingering gaze roam leisurely from one part of him to another.
Her gaze lingered longest on the center. His g******s and b******s.
Stripped bare, he was rolled this way and that by her hands.
The time underground passed in a blur of shameful moans, futile resistance, and finally, slack-jawed surrender. He couldn’t say exactly how long it lasted, but it felt long enough to drain him dry, to desiccate every last drop of moisture from his body.
Clawing back a shred of rationality, he pleaded and begged. He insisted the temple needed to be demolished, that they had to leave.
It was a task that required his official order, but it wasn’t a complete lie…
He launched into logical speeches, reasoned that it was for her own good, threw every tantrum he could muster, and even groveled pathetically.
After all his desperate flailing failed to move her, the situation was resolved—surprisingly—when his eyes unexpectedly welled with tears.
Of course, it came with a devilish condition.
The price for her leaving this basement with him was him surrendering his manhood. And the result was this… this…
“Your lecherous lower half needs to be kept in check,” Jeina had whispered, applying a pressure to his manhood that could make his spine go rigid.
He seethed with anger but couldn’t retort.
He was in no state to make any rational judgments. First, he needed to get out of this basement, away from being alone with her, and collect his thoughts.
What on earth had happened to her while she was imprisoned? What led her to spout such incomprehensible words, act this way, and carry such a terrifying object?
Though worn like underwear, it was fashioned like chainmail… this tenacious thing that constricted him like a noose, impossible to remove no matter what he tried.
Night after night, he had groaned in frustration, trying to subtly shift and pry it off, even attempting to channel his Aura into a fierce, tearing force. But each time, it felt like his own p***s would snap before the damned thing even budged.
He swallowed his frustrations and swung his sword lightly.
“Next.”
Five knights fell back. Despite the throbbing at his core, Ronius clenched his thighs and continued the sparring session.
“Ugh.”
“Captain, are you alright?”
Perhaps he’d let his guard down for a second. While evading a sword stroke, the strength in his lower body suddenly gave way.
He staggered slightly but played it off, using the momentum to pivot and swiftly extend his arm. Balancing on the balls of his feet, he pointed his sword at the opposing knight’s neck.
“Focus.”
What a hypocritical thing to say. Who was the one not focusing here?
After that, a relentless barrage of swords came his way.
Even while minimizing his movements and dealing with them as efficiently as possible, the impact of every single motion was immense.
‘Still, it’s better than when I was riding…’
That had been truly…
It was pure torture from the moment he got on the horse…
As a knight, aside from his sword, horsemanship was what he was most familiar with. He had never once found riding a horse difficult.
But on the journey back to the Empire, with every single clip-clop, every shift of the horse’s gait, the impact traveled straight down, making his manhood ache with a heavy, dull throb.
When he urgently picked up speed, pulled the reins to a gradual stop, climbed up or down uneven slopes, and especially when jumping over obstacles like tree roots, it was pure agony. It felt like… it was just going to burst. Starting from his balls, an intense, prickling vibration would shoot up the shaft and resonate through his entire p***s.
What good was being a Master? He could reinforce every other part of his body with Aura all day long, but this one particular area remained uniquely vulnerable.
It had been 14 days since the desires of his manhood had been suppressed.
Thanks to the messengers sent ahead to the Empire, personnel had arrived to manage the war’s aftermath and the Holy Kingdom. There were meetings about various matters, including Jeina’s whereabouts.
The final return unit, which had been delayed by days of pouring rain, finally departed.
After that, the agony on horseback alone lasted a full nine days.
On top of that, whenever he felt her gaze on him from behind during the journey, his whole body would throb achingly.
Despite all this hardship, the reason he didn’t seek her out—no, the reason he was so desperate to avoid even facing her—was half shame, feeling he had no right to look her in the eye due to the resurfacing memories, and half stubborn pride, a determination not to be played with anymore. It wasn’t based on any rational reason, just those childish emotions.
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