Chapter 65
Ronius hastily twisted his body from the position of presenting his backside to Jeina. The heavy throbbing in his lower abdomen, the strangely tingling backside—even when getting spanked, he felt a pleasure akin to having an itch scratched. Yet, he stiffened his waist and attempted his own resistance.
There was clearly something unresolved that drove him after Jeina. The entire way here, he had wanted her, and his body, excited and re-excited by the stimuli she gave, cried out. That’s why he vowed to comply with everything she did without complaint, but this very moment felt all too tangible.
“I won’t. No, I can’t. How can I, here.”
Whoosh—the wind cut across him, and he curled his toes. No matter what, some things are just not right.
There were lines even he couldn’t cross. Though pleasure screamed from his entire body, even from his mind, he fought desperately, steadfastly, against this fiery, demonic power. He kept repeating, childlike, ‘I won’t, I can’t.’
“I can’t. I don’t want…”
“You have to accept your punishment. That’s the only way we can raise another toast for our hero, right, knight?”
“I said I won’t, witch. I’ll just…”
As if daring him to say it, she smiled a bewitching smile and fluttered the fully opened fan.
‘Damn it.’
It was a face he couldn’t possibly refuse. Confronted with its danger, he immediately forgot his earlier resolve and, holding the waistband of his trousers with one hand, began taking steps backward.
‘This is truly…’
A complete and utter mess. He hid his flushed, burning face.
I too once swaggered across battlefields as if fearing nothing in the world; in fact, I’ve lived half my life like that. Yet, utterly mismatched to that imposing demeanor, I had now become a coward, hesitating and faltering.
One step, two steps. Pale bare feet stepped on the floor, approaching him. He slowly moved his Adam’s apple and lowered his trembling gaze. Without her shoes, her height didn’t even reach his shoulders, her frame seemed even smaller, her body soft and supple…
Where exactly was there anything to be afraid of here that left him so utterly helpless? Of course, he had experienced her power to the bone, but even so… Ronius always thought, whenever recalling those past humiliations, that he had simply yielded to her for the sake of his own pride.
Was he truly afraid of her? Or was he afraid of the immense pleasure this slender woman would bring? Thoughts linked one after another, but as usual, no answer came.
“Stop overthinking and just bare your backside.”
At the firm command, he opened and closed his mouth once, then wiggled the fingers clutching his waistband.
“Quickly.”
“…….”
“Shall we listen to me?”
With a gentle yet coercive urging, something rubbed and pressed between his legs like a swish,
“Sto, Agh…!”
Inside his trousers, what felt like a thick snake squirmed. He looked down at the fiercely bulging front, then lifted his head.
A subtle smile, urging him on, and another couple had taken the place of the previous one on the balcony. The moon and stars embroidered in the dark sky looked so close from here, and the situation in the grand, splendid imperial central garden was such that anyone could wander out at any time. The cool air brushing his face kept reminding him he was in an exposed place. His crimson pupils shook anxiously this way and that.
But even so…
‘Right, it’s thrilling like this, and Jeina wants it. I’m under her protection anyway. Just close my eyes tight once…’
Ronius was tormented by an impulse he himself couldn’t understand, even making excuses for her. He unnecessarily fiddled with his waistband and looked at her. She said:
“Don’t make me wait any longer, okay? Or should I just go find another backside?”
“Then somewhere else, just the two of us…”
He tried with all his might to cling to the last thread of his reason, but
“10 seconds.”
She was firm.
“Fine. Then, whatever this is, don’t undo it. Magic or whatever, okay?”
Despite his desperate tone…
“…….”
“I need a clear answer before I can decide whether to do it or—”
“Ten, nine, eight…”
Seven….
As the countdown echoed, he hurriedly undid his belt. Without a moment to breathe, he grunted, pulling his trousers down, his center roughly scraping as they came off.
“Ugh! Ah, no…!”
His back trembled violently, and he shivered all over. The underwear, bulging stiffly in front, was revealed, but the count continued to flow.
“Six.”
“Huh?”
Without realizing it, he kicked his shoes far away.
“Five.”
Time cruelly slipped by; he awkwardly bent his waist and yanked the trousers caught on his calves. The situation of hurriedly undressing before her heightened his excitement. Panting with arousal, he grabbed his underwear.
Yes, just close my eyes tight, once. It’s what she wants.
‘It’s absolutely not what I want.’
This is what Jeina wants, what she wants, I decided to do whatever she wants. He babbled the monologue to himself internally…
Finally, with a cheerful shout of “One! Ding!”, his rigidly e***t p***s sprang up with a thump.
“Ugh…!”
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