Chapter 59
And at that moment, as if on cue, the orchestra’s quartet smoothly lowered their volume and shifted the mood of the music. A rich, slower melody flowed, and their bodies naturally drew closer. Following Ronius’s lead, Jeina lowered her voice even further to a whisper.
“That lamp up there, covered in all those shiny gems. What did you say it was called?… Ah! Chandelier?”
“…Why the chandelier?”
“It’s quite pretty, isn’t it? Who made it, really? It’s transparent, sparkling. It even looks pretty sturdy.”
“What are you trying to say…”
Just then, their dancing position drifted back to the center of the stage, directly beneath the chandelier. The gems of the chandelier were reflected, piece by piece, in her upturned eyes looking at him. Her warm breath heated his ear, and he instinctively drew a sharp, short breath.
“You know, Sir Knight. I have a good idea. Want to hear it?”
“Don’t, Jeina.”
A bad feeling made him add quickly, but it was futile to stop her.
“All those cumbersome things on your body… I’ll strip them all off… and hang you, naked, right from there. It was fun last time we played with ropes, wasn’t it? Remember?”
“I don’t. No such memory.”
“I’ll tie your wrists firmly… and raise that rope high, fixing it way up there.”
Ignoring his curt response, she gestured upwards with her eyes. “Wouldn’t it be fun?” Listening to her laughter-laced whisper, Ronius followed her gaze and looked up in spite of himself. The strings of gems hanging under the bright light glittered brilliantly. The endlessly drawn-out music and her captivating body pressing closer. Under the gaze of everyone, he forced himself to move with feigned composure.
Even as he was speechless at the outrageous idea, the area within his trousers was growing heavy and full. Before the heat could even begin to cool, her tickling voice whispered another secret into his ear.
“Stripped completely bare, begging to be released, struggling with your hands raised high…”
“…..”
“Right in front of everyone, shamelessly, that lewd c**k of yours would stand straight up.”
In a place meant to celebrate the Empire’s victory and hail him as a hero, he was secretly panting from these humiliating words. Even though he’d never experienced it, her words made him hyper-aware of his surroundings.
The knights he’d rolled around with on battlefields for years, the Crown Prince bastard still eyeing her opportunistically, the Princess who’d been so eager to tie herself to him, the two from the Dukedom of Lovern, all the nobles who’d fawned over him, their children, the delegation from the distant Principality of Doan… And even his own father, drinking with the Emperor and the elder nobles…
“Jeina. That’s enough. Later.”
Ronius spun them around sharply, turning his back on his own flesh and blood. At least not here. At least not in this place…
“Even if you have no face left to show your subordinates, unable to do anything about that e***t c**k—”
“Please…”
“—you’d squirm your pathetic g***n as if you were about to piss yourself.”
But Jeina didn’t stop, mercilessly continuing her vulgar speech. What was worse, with every word she spoke, his excitement swelled to an uncontrollable level.
“The head of your gaping c**k, unable to do anything, would just swing your hips around recklessly. The gems above would clatter noisily, and people would gather, one by one, one by two… coming closer.”
Far from feeling a disconnect with this image so alien to his current self, the lewd scene formed naturally in his mind. Himself, naked and immobilized under the luxurious lighting. Countless people watching him like that, while he, like a pervert, boiled inside with his member e***t. That obscene thing twitching.
“That’s how everyone would find out. The true nature of the so-called hero.”
“Hah……”
“That he’s unspeakably lewd, utterly depraved… that in reality, he’s not a sword-wielder, but a c**k-wielder.”
“That’s not true. What insane—”
“But don’t worry. Everyone would be too shocked by the knight’s lewd appearance to look away.”
He gritted his teeth, straining every muscle. The voice fueling these absurd fantasies, the eyes that seemed to suck him in, the skin that looked so smooth, even the trivial, bewitching gestures—it was all too much stimulation for him. Unfazed, Jeina continued, her voice dropping lower, more secretive.
“They wouldn’t be able to look away. Especially from your backside.”
At that sudden remark, he instinctively clenched his b******s.
She chuckled softly and scraped her fingernail slowly, stickily, across the back of his hand. At that ticklish movement, he fidgeted with their joined hands. Both hands felt burning hot, and an uncontrollable heat spread everywhere. His jaw trembled as he tried to block the moan threatening to escape. She spoke.
“You have no idea how enticing your backside is, do you?”
She was still perfectly composed. Even in his current state, she observed him calmly, her captivating appearance unchanged, and that made a petty spite rise within him.
He had not the slightest intention of genuinely refuting anything she said, but unlike him, she seemed so full of composure, and it was irritating. He wanted to shatter that calm just once.
Unaware of the consequences his choice would bring, Ronius, even putting extra force into his jaw, pulled her body sharply and tilted her back slightly.
She followed willingly, her eyes widening sharply to meet his scorching gaze. He lowered his voice, whispering as if to provoke.
“Are you the only one who can do this, our Mage?”
At his provocation, the corners of her lips curled into a slight arc. Her face looked more delighted than ever, sending a cold sweat trickling down his spine for some reason. Was it because of the sudden experiences he’d had lately? Even as he naturally continued the dance, he couldn’t shake off a creeping feeling. And in that brief moment, the smiling red lips struck first.
“The stimulation would be insufficient.”
“What?”
“Your hands will be tied, but everyone will just stand and watch, no one will touch you. Our Sir Knight will be driven mad with frustration like this.”
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