Chapter 54
Since she planned on making a new opening there soon, she tickled the doll’s rear cleft gently, then teased its armpit a little. But after playing with the doll here and there, she quickly grew bored. This kind of fun was only worthwhile when the subject was right within reach. There was a limit to the enjoyment when she could only see his back from this distance.
Though, it was somewhat amusing to see his shoulders jump when she tickled the armpit.
“Ah.”
A small gasp escaped her as her eyes widened into circles. The Secret Roni she was holding promptly vanished into thin air.
Wait a minute… There’s no reason I can’t go over there, is there?
It wasn’t like anyone could see her.
“Silly me…”
My heart softens far too easily for those red eyes, and I end on indulging him way more than I should.
She shrugged her shoulders lightly, and her body began to float gently into the air. Pushing through the fervent crowd, Jeina moved forward.
And at that very moment, Ronius was on high alert.
First, his cloak fluttered for no reason, then something suddenly began poking and prodding at his backside, even giving him the sensation of being kneaded…
On top of that, a burning warmth spread across his rear, vividly reviving the sensations of arousal he had been desperately suppressing.
Trapped amidst the adoring cheers that practically lifted him up, he bit his lip hard. If it weren’t for the cloak lying flat again, everyone might have seen him not just twitching his backside, but practically grinding it against the saddle.
The relentless assault on his rear was making him increasingly feverish, and the ache in his lower body was growing more pronounced.
‘Who was behind it… He didn’t need to see to know.’
That wicked mage… Can’t she stay still for even a moment…?
He considered it a victory that he hadn’t let out a giggle when he felt that tickling sensation under his armpit. At that moment, his shoulders had jerked up involuntarily, and he’d raised his arm sharply. He barely managed to clench his fist, pretending to give a signal to halt the procession for a moment to cover it up. After a brief, silent salute, they moved on.
Given the circumstances, where any unexpected situation could arise, it would have been stranger if his body hadn’t been tense. He was on edge, his senses heightened, wary of everything.
But all that vigilance proved futile…
“Hff…”
A weight settled against his chest, and a soft breath tickled his ear. He crumbled instantly. If not for the deafening cheers, everyone would have been startled by the sound he made. It was a moan he never should have let escape. Ronius gritted his teeth.
‘This woman, really…’
His large black warhorse suddenly shied. Ronius quickly tightened the reins to control the sensitive animal, the tendons in his hands standing out starkly.
Could she possibly have actually mounted the horse in front of him? He glanced down but saw nothing. Instead, a subtle whisper reached his ear.
“Look ahead. You might fall otherwise.”
As absurd as it was, he obeyed like a well-trained dog, stiffly staring straight ahead. He had no power to refuse her—not physically, and not mentally either.
As he looked forward, an invisible hand patted his backside in a tap, tap. Even without the whisper, he understood the meaning perfectly: it was a gesture of praise for being good.
‘F**k…’
His body seemed to melt instantly under this humiliating touch.
“You like it that much, huh?”
Her small frame wriggled and slipped inside his cloak, nestling deeper into his embrace. Then, hands that seemed to wrap around his waist simultaneously cupped and caressed both of his b******s in a circular motion.
“Ahem…”
He grew even more tense, pulling his chin back. Since he couldn’t see her actions, all his other senses sharpened intensely. The subtle sensations only he could feel reminded him, amidst this long procession, that she was nestled against him.
A gentle caress, then a few light taps. Another caress, followed by more taps on his backside.
Her honeyed voice kept whispering in his ear.
“Should I hang a sign that says, ‘Please pat the lewd Unit Captain’s bottom and give him praise’?”
“……”
“Then everyone passing by would say ‘good job, good job’ and praise you. You’re everyone’s hero, after all; surely they’d do that much for you?”
His b******s twitched. He tried desperately to ignore the whispers at his ear, fixing his gaze on the distant horizon. His ears were burning, his face was hot, but he maintained a stoic expression, urging his horse forward with his heels while internally reciting the orthodox sword manual.
‘Longsword, Chapter One, The Cut. Starting from the high horizontal guard…’
Meanwhile, a hand, having crept up from his knee, began its assault on his thigh. He clenched his thigh tightly in a feeble attempt at resistance.
It was useless.
She whispered,
“This body of yours is so wonderfully responsive everywhere. Where else should I touch to make you fall apart?”
“Please…”
He had to bow his head and whisper a plea—please, just don’t touch between my thighs. If that mischievous hand ventured there, he would surely tremble and collapse right in front of all these people.
“Kkh…”
Her soft snicker made him feel even more ashamed. The heat simmering in his lower stomach made the toes inside his military boots curl.
The admiring gazes and the voices of the people praising their hero only deepened his shame. Ronius looked down upon the cheering, applauding masses whose throats were growing hoarse.
He was utterly unworthy of this applause.
He’d even begged Jeina… And if he was honest, didn’t part of him, even in this situation, yearn for her hand to cradle his burning heat below? A desire to just end this procession quickly and show her his raw want surged within him repeatedly.
He didn’t deserve the applause and cheers given to a hero who brought victory in a long war. He had done nothing heroic. He had never fought for any noble reason worthy of being called a hero.
It was all for purely personal feelings…
His body jolted.
‘Ah… I…’
In the end, he was… more selfish and emotional than anyone. What place did reasoning about right and wrong have regarding what she did?
This war, from the very beginning, was for her.
Her hand brushed past his dazed face. It swept over his lips, over his slightly rough jawline…
“The places where Roni falls apart…”
A dry, hot swallow went down his throat. The rough hand grazed his bobbing Adam’s apple…
“Here. Here… and here!”
As if tracing the outline of his pectorals, she stroked over his armor, then promptly thumped, thumped on the spots where his n*****s would be.
Even through the thick armor, his n*****s tingled traitorously. The corners of his mouth slackened without his conscious control.
“He smiled while looking this way! The Knight smiled at us!”
“Whaat?! Wooo—!”
The roaring cheers. Perhaps it was because he was swept up in the excitement.
Separate from the shame, he could no longer hide his anticipation. Ronius deliberately urged his horse to go faster, further stimulating his already taut lower body.
Giggle, giggle. A faint, tickling laughter by his ear. A hand that brushed so close to his manhood it was almost a touch. The swirling flower petals.
The world was unbearably beautiful. Before he knew it, he was desperately, anxiously, fumbling for her hand. Whenever her hand pulled away, he would frantically press his bulging center against the saddle.
The nape of his neck prickled the entire time, and waves of pleasure swept over him like a torrent.
The end of the long procession was finally in sight.
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