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VIII. Finale.

“I can understand getting excited and calling it a party today. But…”

Boom, bang— Fireworks poured endlessly above their heads, and his c**k also exploded like a firecracker, violently spraying its discharge. She poured the remaining wine over his c**k, which was now stained and hanging its head.

“Hm? Which round would this be?”

“Uh-hup, huht…!”

Muscles trembling from the intense aftermath twitched and spasmed.

“Came from a bit of wind, came from a finger in the asshole.”

There’s only so much cuteness allowance. She muttered. The sweet scent of wine pricked her nose, and his c**k transformed into a tantalizing sight, red and soaked. Judging by how it twitched at the slightest stimulus, it seemed it would be ready to go again soon.

Jeina poured every last drop of the wine onto his c**k and ruthlessly threw the bottle away.

Clang! Clang! Clatter— The sound of the bottle hitting the floor rang out clear and sharp. The man flinched in a way that didn’t suit his broad shoulders and glanced over at her. Below, his member, more than enough to fill her empty hand, was slowly regaining its former glory.

‘Oh my? How long has it even been?’

She smirked inwardly and grabbed the sturdy pillar.

“Huuk, kkeok, sorry! Ah! Huk…!”

When she rotated the fingers still buried deep inside him, Ronius frantically waved his hands, clamping his legs and mouth shut. The center already in her grasp gave a large, convulsive twitch.

“Is ‘sorry’ the end of it?”

As if enjoying his flustered reaction, she moved her fingers as leisurely as possible.

“Uhung, no, huung…”

Her fingers, which had been caressing the softened inner walls alluringly, met the outside air one by one. Each time a finger was pulled out, the round hole clenched tightly, holding onto her.

Then, as if showing off, she wiggled her shiny fingers and moved to face the man. His face flushed crimson.

“Always just ‘sorry’ with words? Without even asking for permission.”

Jeina placed another hand on top, massaging and kneading the firm member.

“Ugh! Up…!”

The tightly clamped thighs produced a buzzing vibration. The rhythmic sense of upheaval transmitted through her hands made her movements increasingly rhythmic.

“Uuuh, no! Uhh, uung…!”

‘Volume 12. The Stiff C**k.’ According to the author, after wildly drawing out the lewd energy of a c**k, if one wishes to play with it further, it’s entirely possible without any magic.

First, she ordered him to pound and knead the head of the c**k until it became like rice cakes. He didn’t know what on earth rice cakes were, but she said it should be chewy, glossy, and delicious, so it seemed he just needed to knead the dough well to make it even tastier. The most important things were the state and rhythm of the kneading.

‘Looking at it, is it like rice cakes? Right, the rice cakes are coming along nicely.’

Closely observing the c**k’s reaction, her hand crept forward, wriggling. At that fluid movement, he was once again caught unprepared, having to suffer a surprise conquest. His fortress, which had been impregnable his whole life, was collapsing yet again under one small hand.

“Ah-ah! Ah, ah, huh-hak, hak!”

“So you don’t need permission anymore, huh. Putting on airs because you’re a hero, knight?”

“No, noht!”

“Shall we do drills again? Gather the entire Knight Order?”

“Ah, hht! Ah…! I, I was wrohng, I was wrong, uhp…! Master, please, that’s, hup, uung…!”

The wretched sight of him running around naked with all his passion and energy flashed before his eyes. Unidentifiable sounds burst from his lips as if a vulgar soul had possessed him, and Ronius hastily covered his mouth, only writhing.

“Uuuhp, uh-hht…!”

He couldn’t go through that humiliating time again. The monstrous thing that had swung about during the jumping jacks muddled his head and heated his face. Not even the cold air outside could cool his fever.

How humiliated he had been… Not only having to do that again, but to suffer that humiliation with his knight order? Unthinkable, unacceptable. He didn’t want to see that sight, much less show it. Just thinking about it made him shiver and shudder.

It had been a long time since his pride and the like had been buried deep in the mud, shaking his b******s and putting on all sorts of ridiculous shows with his shameful parts exposed before the witch… But even so, all of this should have been solely for this strange witch.

“Ughk, uh-huung— no, hhuup!”

He needed to convey these thoughts quickly, but there was never a good moment to speak. It didn’t seem like such a situation would ever come.

While one hand rubbed roughly against the sensitive area below the glans, another hand that had slipped in grasped the shaft and squeezed and kneaded it. The small, delicate hands flipped over and kneaded his thing, which was pale, red, and dark, playing with it as they pleased.

No, I don’t want to! Please, forgive me…! Desperate and shameful words swirled in his throat. His rapidly pulled-on member thrashed wildly, its corpus cavernosum bulging out pitifully hard.