Chapter 71
Jeina looked around, supremely satisfied.
“Seems like fireworks are about to go off soon?”
“Ghuung, ghuh, wha, what’s important now, ugh, huh?”
As if to say something else was important now, he glanced at his own appendage. At the sight of it captured like a prisoner, he tightly closed his eyes.
“Huup…!”
The corners of her eyes softened endlessly. Suppressing her own rising cheekbones, she said:
“I think the training is about done now.”
His eyes flew open. The pupils within were unusually hot and deep.
“Shall we raise a toast now too?”
“Uh-eek…!”
She firmly grasped his solid, sizable object and led him to the railing.
A far larger crowd than before unfolded before their eyes. Numerous nobles were looking up at the sky, awaiting the upcoming fireworks. Ronius, having been dragged along awkwardly, jolted.
The upward-tilted gazes of those with their heads raised seemed to be directed right at them.
She hinted slyly.
“Aren’t these people gathered for you? Don’t you have anything to say to them, Sir Ronius?”
“Why do you keep… Ugh! I don’t know, wait, just a m-minute! Just a bit, step back, ohh…!”
He faltered in panic at the people who seemed to be looking right at him. Then, when she slid her hand all the way down his pillar, he trembled violently and sobbed.
“Here.”
Led by her hand, his hands grabbed the railing. His waist arched back naturally, raising his b******s high. Just as he trembled again from a sudden gust of wind, she gave his nicely curved backside a sharp slap.
“Ahhk, again, suddenly…!”
“No, it just seemed like your cheeks weren’t warmed up enough yet.”
She poured wine over her hand with a drip-drip-drip. Then gave the other cheek a sharp slap.
“Ugh!”
Crimson droplets scattered in all directions, accompanied by a much louder, fuller sound. She smiled brightly and moistened her hand again. And once more, she struck the opposite side with a smack! A sweeping blow.
“Oohh, I get it, hahk, I get it now… so just hurry…!”
He turned his head slightly, wriggling his backside. Soon, the even more crimson-reddened b******s were satisfying.
Jeina tilted the bottle’s mouth over the taut, raised b******s.
“Hiiik! What, ahak! You, you, what are you doing, youuh…!”
“‘You’? Mind your manners, Sir.”
She feigned solemnity as she poured the red wine glug-glug between the man’s b******s.
Her ‘blessing’ flowed down along the shadowed valley.
“Huht, Master! No, Witch! W-What the hell!”
Jeina poured out almost half the bottle, and he, as she commanded, held onto the railing and shook his backside. Wine splattered here and there, and nearly half of the poured wine flowed down between his legs like blood.
“Knight. Can’t you keep your b******s still?”
She scolded the constantly wriggling b******s.
“Keuht, that’s why, why, ah…”
As if ashamed, he buried his head deeply. His body trembled, stilling his b******s.
“What a waste of good wine, all flowing away. How are we supposed to drink the celebratory toast if you keep shaking it lewdly like that?”
“Ha, ugh, what does that have to do with, anything, you crazy…! Ihi!”
He trembled but retorted firmly, then suddenly jumped in shock.
Lick— Lick—
A thick tongue was parting the tightly gathered flesh between the two b******s.
“Eet! Wha, get, uhuh-ah! Don’t…”
The tongue, prying open the crimson-reddened crevice, savored the sweet liquid. She indulged freely in the hidden spring deep in the mountains.
“Maht! There, get out, dirty, huht…!”
Sweet moans heated his head; a strange scent pierced his lungs.
She savored the taste, licking up the wine that had seeped between them in a long stroke. Then gave the thoroughly stiffened b******s a sharp slap on the side.
“Relax.”
“Ugh, I, I…”
“Not relaxing quickly? More trouble, Sir Ronius. Is that how knights usually are?”
“Nohiht, no, hahk…”
Slap-slap-slap, Jeina continuously spanked his b******s. The tightly blocked entrance opened and closed, conflicted. She spread the thick b******s wide with both hands— chwaak.
“Jei…!”
The small, cute hole between the two firm mounds. Taut wrinkles twitched, greeting her.
With the tip of her tongue, she poked the hole— cook!
“Hiiik!”
The b******s startled, leaping high. The rear hole opened and closed peck-peck, then clenched again. Adorably opening and closing, it was almost like a goldfish…
A sparkle rose in her dark eyes. Happily, she gathered her mana to one point.
‘Clean.’
And, puckering her lips, she blew— hooo—
“Ughk! Huuup!”
A long breath of air blew into the hole.
“Oohh, that, uhng, ssiik, hiik, stooop…!”
As the warm wind filled his backside, the man who had thrust it out shuddered violently. Yet no matter how he struggled to escape, the wind tenaciously pursued the hole. His entire body vibrated with tremors, goosebumps rising from the thrilling sensation.
Without stopping for even a moment, continuously—hooo—
“Uheng, ughk, ughk…!”
It drummed persistently at the entrance, pushing into the vulnerable inner walls. Ronius gasped for breath, gripping the railing as if to shatter it. Familiar faces were visible beyond the railing, and in his growing desperation, he stomped his feet.
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