Chapter 80
The woman who had hiked up her dress, revealing her long, pale, smooth legs, and at her center, a large club dangled.
‘Well, it’s not a perfect real thing…’
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the newly manifested club. Admittedly, being a replica, it felt somewhat crude, but nothing could be more perfectly suited to plug that gaping, hungry hole.
Above all, it stood tall and imposing with dignity.
Was that all? Perhaps because it was connected to her actual senses, her lower abdomen was consistently pulled with a tingling numbness, and goosebumps ran all over her body. Tap, tap—with each forceful step she took, a prickling sensation resonated in her waist, sending an even greater thrill through her body. The kind of thrill that made her feel as if this thing was truly her own, wrapping around her entire being…
She stepped closer to him, and he flinched as if the monstrous thing, swaying so realistically, might even brush against him.
Ronius hastily tried to back away, his mouth opening and closing. Confusion and terror filled his trembling eyes.
“Ha, ha… Witch… You’re not… you’re not going to put that… ughk… inside me. Right…? Even you wouldn’t… Right, Witch? Hm?”
Surely not… It can’t be… It mustn’t be.
He repeated it to himself as if in denial. The space between his b******s was tightly clenched, and his feet dragged back hesitantly.
“It looks exactly like the knight’s own member, doesn’t it? Don’t you want it? Earlier, you said you’d do anything I told you to… Talking out of both sides of your mouth, are we?”
She, adorned with the valiant object, shot back at him and took one step forward. Perhaps because something that wasn’t there before had appeared, making her front protrude, even that single step boasted a truly imposing grandeur.
“Put it away, put it away, uh…!”
She took another step forward, and Ronius flinched in a panic, scrambling in a way that didn’t suit him.
Even looking like this, the woman still appeared beautiful, which only made him disgusted with himself. How could he still find her attractive while seeing her in such a state?
‘F**k, I’ve really lost my mind. A madman, a f*****g lunatic.’
His sanity must have left him, infected by this woman. Her figure was undeniably that of a woman, yet a man’s thing dangled from it—standing stiff and proud at that. Strangely, the feminine and masculine parts blended together perfectly, and the horrific imbalance made it impossible to look away.
Yet, the physiologically repulsive feeling remained at the sight of this unfamiliar-yet-familiar form threateningly approaching. The detail was astounding; even the veins, or something blueish, stood out bulgingly. Confronted directly with this massive, formidable object, his body, sensing danger, instinctively stepped back, and all the hairs on his body stood on end.
“Where are you going?”
Thud. His back collided with the glass window. The cold touch against his back and b******s made his already tense nerves even more sensitive; his whole body flinched and trembled.
Adding insult to injury, his front was blocked by the small woman proudly displaying the monstrosity.
Trapped with nowhere to go, he kicked helplessly at the air, grinding his b******s against the cold glass.
One slip, and that thing would… right there…
“Uuh… hht! Ugh! Hup, ugh! F**k, damn it, it touched…!”
Perhaps due to the obvious height difference even with her heels, the tip of the thing attached to her bumped against the base of the thing attached to him.
An unbearably vivid sensation sent goosebumps all over his body. He shivered as if jumping, clinging even tighter to the window. Soon, he was struggling, standing on his very heels, and the chill that seemed to seep into his bones made his body convulse once more. Was he truly a Sword Master? Not a single part of his body felt under control. Every sensation was resurrected with unbelievable clarity; his body no longer felt like his own. His palms, pressed flat against the cold glass, struggled and squeaked as they slid.
“Knight, you like it too much?”
“Ha, no…”
He shook his flushed face from side to side.
“Exactly. If you wanted to play with that c**k so much, you should have learned to use it properly. What use is a c**k that just shoots off wildly every day?”
The sharp insult flowed smoothly from her soft voice, making his ears burn. A dry swallow went down, heating his throat further.
Even while his pride was trampled, even in this humiliation… the fact that he was getting excited made him feel pathetic, nearly mad. The humiliating words echoed in his head, his rear felt even itchier for no reason, and his front was causing trouble. In this chaotic mess, Ronius trembled his large body, putting up a feeble resistance.
“Witch, wait, wait a moment. Let me prepare… mentally…!”
“Tsk. Enough fussing—”
His wrist was yanked. With a force he couldn’t possibly shake off, his body was pulled along effortlessly, and in a single motion, he found himself turned around, facing the window.
“Spread them.”
He placed his hands in front of him and hastily turned his head.
“Just a little time…!”
“Part your legs.”
She snapped, swatting the inside of his thigh with a sharp slap.
“Uhk!”
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