Chapter 66
Cold air bit sharply into his center, and a strange sense of liberation made his waist tremble violently.
A shirt buttoned tightly to the neck, crew socks covering only half his calves, a belt keeping those socks from falling—in this unbalanced and embarrassing outfit, he gasped for breath, his mind hazy.
“Haa, ha…”
Meanwhile, a piercing gaze fixed intently on one spot. He, realizing this belatedly, froze up. Right in front, she held a fan in one hand, a sneer at her lips, staring intently at his center, making his body tense to the utmost. She burst into clear, mocking laughter.
“‘I don’t want to, you can’t’—you said that, but really… we have to acknowledge the deviousness. What is this?”
The straight, rather stiff shaft of the fan lifted the base of his c**k.
“Uh-hk! Uhhuh…!”
He hastily covered his mouth and shook his head. The menacing-looking object twitched pathetically on the fan.
“Hm? Knight, how are you going to accept punishment when you’re this excited? You actually want those people to see, don’t you? That’s why you stood your c**k up like this.”
A few people had emerged stealthily from the palace to get some fresh air, and familiar faces had already gathered in all the good spots in the central garden. The couple next door also showed no sign of leaving… He shook his head, mouth covered. Jeina was utterly delighted by his reaction. She raised the shaft of the fan pointedly and dragged it all the way up the pillar.
“Ughk, hng, ugh!”
He seethed inwardly with unfairness but couldn’t even retort. He just bucked and flushed a deep red.
Soon after, she adjusted her grip on the fan and swirled it around beneath the glans, and
“Ahhk, huuung…!”
Any sense of grievance flew away in an instant. The cold air did nothing to cool this heat, and a thrilling pleasure surged over him abruptly. He crumbled.
“Mi, itt, hik!”
The hand covering his mouth had already lost its function, and with his head twisted, he panted ugly. A tempest of excitement rose in his lower belly, and his spine jerked uncontrollably.
With just a few movements, this body was swept away by pleasure. He lost his strength and collapsed. He twisted his upper body and shook his hips left and right according to the movement of her hand, the play of the fan. His heavily swelling chest and violent thrashing—soon, his shirt front stretched perilously, and ting-ting—two buttons popped off.
“Huhk, ugh, nuuh, ha, good, hnngh, too much, oo…”
He gasped, his chest laid bare. The neat, stylish attire was gone, leaving only a shirt and socks on his naked body. The shirt, meticulously buttoned up to the collar, now gaped open, revealing bare skin.
A profoundly obscene sight. Feeling the boiling heat in her own lower belly, Jeina held her breath.
His freed chest, flushed red, rose and fell even larger. Pre-c*m oozed out, the c**k glistening wetly under the moonlight. He pointed his toes up, then down, then pulled them tight again, wildly twisting his waist.
Each of his movements, immersed in pleasure, was utterly captivating. She was assimilating into his heat.
She pressed down firmly on the throbbing entrance.
“Whoahk…!”
The corpus cavernosum of his p***s swelled up as if about to burst. His waist thrust forward, expressing intense dissatisfaction.
“Ssip, it seems Sir Ronius has forgotten he’s being punished. If you e*******e on your own accord, you won’t like what happens.”
“Ugk, haht, saa, ahht, just once… Witch, I beg you… Just onc— No, Master, aaah…”
“I said no. You intend to e*******e crudely, in front of so many people? At that, at a banquet held in his honor by the Imperial Knight Captain? What if the noble aristocrats are shocked by a lewd knight?”
As Jeina spoke with a sly smile, Ronius’s mouth gaped open in astonishment. She admired the man’s horrified face while pressing down firmly on his c**k a few more times.
“Ahhk! Aaah, uuuh, how dare you!”
And then applied the final pressure.
“No, don’t! Hhuuuu! Ugh! I don’t waaant!”
When she finally removed the fan blocking the hole, he frantically crossed his legs.
An instinctual smile formed at his movement. She suppressed her twitching smile and quietly observed him. With his thick legs twisted together, his body squirmed like a dog desperate to relieve itself. His c**k twitched along with it—a truly solid and beautiful sight.
“Don’t want to… Sir Ronius, do you want rumors spread about being a lewd c**k commander?”
“Hahk, hhuuk, ahht, you…”
“Say it clearly. Yes, or no?”
“No, don’t…!”
He still thrashed, panting with his legs twisted, shaking his head wildly.
“Right? I’ll properly fix your habit of e*********g anywhere this time. You’re not some horny mutt, tsk. You came here, you came there…”
At the words scolding his past deeds, his reddish face contorted in a sulk.
“You’ll hold it back properly, like a person?”
“Jeina, hah… ugh…”
“Hmm, should I tie you up again?”
Two startled hands hastily flew toward his g***n.
“Hands off. Who said you could touch what’s mine.”
She rebuked sharply.
The two hands awkwardly covering his center twitched. He let out a sulky “Uuung…” and wriggled his backside back and forth. It was an extremely earnest-looking gesture.
‘Even though he’s being punished, he wags his tail like this because he likes it so much…’
Wondering if she had treated him too gently, she clicked her tongue tsk tsk. Well, the sight of him wriggling his backside without even realizing it was quite arousing, but she forcefully steadied her mind.
Acting like he’s crazy for being treated like a dog…
She had to properly discipline the knight, who still hadn’t reached greater heights of pleasure and was behaving like a frightened child.
“Do I have to shout commands for a knight like you to understand? Attention.”
“Jei… Master… th, this……”
He pressed both hands to the sides of his thighs and groaned painfully.
“At ease—rest.”
“Huup, hh……”
“Legs straight. Can’t a war hero even hold a proper stance?”
At her words, constantly reminding him of his position, he gritted his teeth and trembled. The sword he had drawn for her was now being humiliated by her—an ironic situation. Shame surged in waves, making his body hotter, and Ronius kept coming undone by the endlessly rising excitement.
He was angry, then felt insanely good, then angry again—a continuous cycle of confusion.
Hold on, hold on—no matter how hard he gritted his teeth, his mind wandered, and his body gradually fell apart. Amidst all this, the people constantly coming and going before his eyes. If they gathered to talk, it felt as if they were gossiping about him, and whenever he raised his gaze, his chest burned. The spirit he had desperately armored and the well-structured muscles of his entire body seemed to be melting away. Now, even at shameful words and humiliating situations, he was trembling.
“Hahl ssuk…!”
He flinched and clenched his two fists behind his back. His twisted legs straightened, and his center continued to sway violently. With his face flushed red, his whole body trembled in little shudders. His waist jumped intermittently, and his backside swayed on its own. He tried his best to steady his ragged breath and clenched his swaying backside tightly.
“Can you endure it?”
“Haa, hht, yes……”
“Answer louder. Is that all the sound you can make?”
A phrase he had once barked at his subordinates was now being thrown back at him by Jeina. That was unbearably humiliating, making his already heated face flush even hotter as he fumed, but…
“Yes!”
He finally raised his voice like a man with no shame. It seemed to echo loudly across the vast garden.
“Ugh, really, you… ooh…”
His handsome features were completely contorted. Cold sweat streamed down his spine. Ronius shot a defiant look that said, ‘Are you satisfied now?’ He just wanted her to start whatever it was and get it over with quickly. Having barely endured a long stretch of time, it was impossible to withstand any more pleasure intact.
He stood tall and sturdy like a giant old tree, yet the area between his thighs trembled incessantly. She circled him lightly on her bare feet. Restlessly, his heels kept lifting, and his sock-clad toes curled.
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