Chapter 74
Polite words contradicted by an utterly impolite posture; laughter burst out softly from behind.
The garden scenery visible between the railings was the festival itself. His ears were hot, his chest throbbed painfully.
She patted his protruding b******s as if dealing with a child and asked again.
“Why?”
“Huh, huh? Ugh.”
The unexpected question made his arm momentarily slip. His upper body slumped, raising his b******s high. Ronius, dumbfounded, just wiggled his backside. Responding to this, the movement along his groove sped up again, and his mumbling lips parted on their own.
“Uh, uhng, uh, huhht… Uh, uh, it’s just that, haa, ah…”
“Haah, because the upper mouth isn’t honest, the lower mouth can’t even enjoy itself properly.”
With that taunting remark, his stiff member grew even hotter, urging an answer. He blurted out disjointed responses as they came to him.
“The back, the back! Huh, ah, ah! It’s itchy, feels empty, uk! Want to, want to put something in, uh…! No, damn, not that, want to scratch, oht! Haung…!”
A finger plunged deep into the moist, steamy hole. He let out a cry that didn’t seem like his own, gripping the railing as he slid down limply. A hand flailing briefly in the air found the ground, bending his knees awkwardly. Hearing fireworks bursting pop-pop overhead, he saw people flitting through the gaps between the railings.
“Hii…!”
“Come on, butt up.”
Jeina inserted her finger into his rear hole and abruptly lifted his b******s.
“Ahhk…!”
“You should say, ‘Roni, my back hole is itchy, please poke it―’. How long do I have to teach you everything, hmm?”
Scolding him, she twisted the finger inserted into his raised b******s and pulled it out.
“Huhk, uhng, uhk, why, huht, Master, Master…”
In a position akin to bending over, his shirt was flung back, revealing every inch of the broad expanse of his back. She swept her hand from his waist, beaded with sweat even in the night breeze, all the way down to the groove of his b******s.
“Hhuup! Uhng!”
Then she rubbed over it again, and the hole opened and closed peck-peck, showing violent bites.
Our knight is undoubtedly a natural-born possessor of a backside, Jeina thought proudly. Whether due to all the stimulation around it, the power of the fan, or her own magic, the way it immediately sucked in her finger was extraordinary. She recalled the sensation of the sticky, elastic mucosa clinging tightly to her index finger.
No, do all other men have backside holes like this too? Since the only other man she knew was ‘Jackson,’ Jeina pondered for a moment. But thanks to the writer’s records, she could immediately ascertain that wasn’t the case.
‘Where did this delectable thing roll in from?’
She smirked pervertedly, looking at the rear hole that was very eager. These firm b******s and the path between them—more, more, more, make me feel it, more, more, more… She would make an absolute mess of him. Her eyes shone as if on a mission.
While the man fidgeted, his body flushed red with shame, she moved her finger at regular intervals, continuously stimulating the entrance. His eyes grew hazy, and he glanced back.
“Huhk, uh-uh, ha, Roni, Roni…”
The slender white finger gradually relaxed the small, red, round hole. His eyes hurriedly looked down, and his hesitant mouth fell open slackly.
“Ronii!”
He craved the pleasure.
“Back hole, it’s itchy…! Ahak, ugh, aah! Stab it, uh! Stab it, please!”
A vulgar cry. Simultaneously, she straightened him up and led him back to his spot. So he could clearly see both the garden where a new banquet was unfolding and the sky flashing with colorful lights.
His body jolted greatly at the visual stimuli that unsettled him. Leaning against the railing in an unsteady posture, he thrust his b******s out.
And finally, the awaited finger invaded inside, stirring gently.
“Hahht, kkeu-woo, ooh…!”
No matter how itchy it had been inside, the foreign sensation was new to his backside. His b******s clenched tightly, chewing on her finger firmly.
The already robust and solid b*****k muscles, now utterly tense, squeezed her finger as if to break it.
Whack! She struck the left cheek with all her might.
“Kahht!”
At the hardest blow he had ever felt, the muscles of his thigh trembled as if seizing. The b******s that had bulged out also flopped, quivering once.
Seizing the moment, Jeina pushed her middle finger between the cheeks.
“Uht, ugh, why, one more, feels weird, uk, ng…!”
“Seems like you’re asking for more?”
“No! Why, no it’s not, hiiik…!”
Three fingers poked up and down, left and right, widening the inner walls. Unlike Ronius, who couldn’t adapt to the unfamiliar and alien sensation, his backside eagerly sucked in the strange intruders. She fervently reciprocated the welcoming ceremony.
“Ee, feels weird, ugh, do, feels weiiird…!”
“Ha, knight. You’re really too much.”
“Uuung, witch, hahk…”
“Your backside is just too tight.”
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