Chapter 82
“Uhht! Ha, ha, uh…”
“You’re not letting go of this? You want my fingers to break? Huh? You want them broken?”
The elastic b******s gathered even tighter, rising higher. This elasticity kept calling to her hands. Using the excuse that his back hole wouldn’t release her fingers, she lashed his b******s in rapid succession.
“Knight’s asshole!”
Whack! Huuh!
“It’s swallowing my hand so greedily!”
Slap! Slap! Uh, uhng!
“My hand! Huh?”
Smack! Kkuh-ah, stop!
“I can’t pull it out!”
Slap!
“Haa! M-My butt, haa, now…!”
As she got more excited, matching the increasingly loud bursts of fireworks, Jeina mercilessly battered his b******s.
It wasn’t just the elasticity that was noteworthy. Thanks to all the spanking, stroking, and constant pampering lately, a few good whacks were enough to make red marks bloom immediately on his round cheeks.
This sight, where the heat was so vividly confirmed, inspired her further. Three fingers, up to the third knuckle, while her other hand caressed one of the warm cheeks.
“Ronius.”
The moment the gentle word flowed from Jeina’s lips, the tense back relaxed and the hole gaped open wide. Seizing the brief opening, she withdrew her fingers, scraping the inner walls in a circular motion.
“Ooht!”
The fingers that had been exploring the inner depths pop— met the outside air. As if trying to catch the escaping fingers, his b******s contracted urgently, the cheeks pulling inward, deepening the groove.
His b******s seemed to miss the departed foreign object, busily repeating contractions and relaxations.
His body was clearly in a state of extreme agitation. She had deliberately avoided the prostate, which would have been the ultimate stimulus for him. Intentionally skirting that point, she had widened him, and until just moments ago, he had been unconsciously searching for that sensation, twisting his rear this way and that. Her fingers had danced around, avoiding the prostate in rhythm with his chasing b******s, leading him to his current state. Add to that the firmly blocked front—while she couldn’t be sure, it must have been quite agonizing.
‘Ah, no.’
Having felt the upright, straining member once, she grew more confident in her guess. His body had been consistently heated by the sharp pleasure rising from his core. Even though the replicated member had no primary function like e*********n, it felt as if it was incessantly urging her to move it, to unleash everything.
But the time wasn’t right yet. She was learning the virtue of waiting. She had to wait a little longer. For the ultimate finale when the curtain beyond the window would open, and everything would be prepared.
Sensing the man wandering the now-empty banquet hall, tainted with her mana, Jeina finally curled up the corner of her mouth.
When she had left Ronius alone to get more wine, she had seen a red-haired man—the Crown Prince, she presumed—babbling nonstop to a group of knights: “Your captain is such a stiff, boring blockhead who doesn’t know how to have fun. Are you all like your captain too?” She had left a trace of mana on that so-called Crown Prince, subtle enough not to be noticed. Thanks to that, the Crown Prince had likely witnessed this entire spectacle firsthand. Seeing him unable to hide his bewilderment, staring blankly upward, she sneered inwardly, feeling immensely pleased.
‘See? Who said you didn’t know how to play?’
When given just a little free rein, he played so well. Underestimating a knight—whoever thought that was truly clueless. He needed to be taught a clear lesson.
“As the representative of knights, you must show your true potential.”
“What? Ugh, wha, hng…”
“Let’s teach them a lesson, knight. Hm?”
“Wha? What? Huhk, again, what, huhk, hh…”
Well, if he showed talent over there too, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to bring in another test subject for a different kind of practice. As a bonus, it might also stoke this tsundere’s competitive spirit. Of course, no matter how hard the Crown Prince tried, he wouldn’t easily catch up to this robust lewdness.
‘What’s there to say? This side is undoubtedly the best.’
Her hand, densely wrapped in mana, powerfully gripped the firm b******s.
“Wha! Ah! Nahht…!”
He rubbed his forehead against the window. Behind the image of the imposing knight and her in the windowpane, fireworks were pouring down like rain.
“Hau, oo!”
The clenched b******s convulsed angrily.
“Ooh! Haa, a li-ttle, really, huhk!”
“…….”
“Ha, no, what I mean, uk… I mean, ha… why, why…”
In contrast to his sulky, trailing words, his b******s didn’t hide their displeasure.
The b******s, now even angrier, thrust forward, presenting the wriggling hole. It even wiggled as if to say, ‘Look at this.’
Responding to the b******s’ audacious request, Jeina observed the hole between the cheeks with a serious demeanor. Then, as if becoming a very strict appraiser, she murmured.
“The hole is very well ripened.”
“Tha, like that, ha, don’t stare so… blatantly, huup!”
And then immediately poked the entrance with the brand new, warm ‘c**k.’ The thoroughly angry erectores spinae muscles flinched, and the b******s, which had been clenching wildly, froze solid.
“So, what should I do? You say it. Use that upper mouth, not the lower one. One word at a time. Clearly.”
“Hup…! Ha, uhha Master, I, I…”
She rubbed it against his valley. That suggestive, wretched motion was pressing him: ‘Still won’t say it? Even like this?’
“Hik! Hh, hi, uhhng…!”
Goosebumps rose all over the man’s back.
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