Chapter 83
While Ronius was struggling, opening and closing his mouth, the other fellow was just loitering near this balcony. As if pondering something, just pacing back and forth… back and forth… The restless footsteps grated on her nerves.
“What on earth is this one and that one so hesitant about?”
“Ah, hh? Ugh, yes, what, what do you mean! Hng!”
The thick object lightly tapped at the entrance and then instantly pulled back. At the vivid sensation of the shape filling the opening, Ronius jumped as if startled.
‘S**t, f**k, it moved. That damn thing…’
It moved… He gritted his teeth, muttering. That blunt, thick thing had only blocked his rear for a very brief, truly brief moment, yet it showed a wriggling, plump movement. A shudder ran down his spine at the lifelike motion.
A fake, just a fake, he grumbled incessantly, feeling wronged. His body was just floundering, leaving him no capacity to ponder what she had even said.
“Witch! Who now, this, this front! Hahp! Ughk…!”
He tried to convey the strange presence he, with his keen senses, felt beyond the window, but there was no time even for that.
The sensation, clearly not a finger, sent a chill down his spine, and his mind went blank momentarily. Just as his senses were briefly returning, the object teasingly poking at his rear made him even more delirious. His whole body repeatedly surged up and then plummeted down; his entire being felt melted and limp. Particularly, all sensations in the back were intensified to a severe degree.
“Ahak, hurts, in front… Back, back… Huaa, aah…!”
The front was blocked by a foreign object emitting a strange sheen, while the back somehow felt hollow and empty. It’s a place that’s supposed to be empty, what’s so strange about it? He tried to summon patience by repeating this internally, but each attempt failed. The blunt sensation teasingly tapped his a**s thud-thud, then pressed firmly, smearing and rubbing. Humiliated by this, yet equally excited, he gasped with a tremendous thirst. An unbearable itch blossomed in the unreachable, secret spot. How could it itch there? It was a fact hard to believe with a clear mind. Sensations penetrated excessively deep into every nook, and inside seethed relentlessly. Even a scorching, almost painful heat made him wonder if putting something inside might make it better. Desires he couldn’t dare voice were eating away at his mind.
If only it could fill him tightly, if only she would scratch that deep valley…
‘We’ve gone all the way. No matter how crazy the situation gets, this is… f*****g humiliating…’
But how could he have such thoughts? While his mind was horrified, his body helplessly welcomed even greater excitement. Twisting his waist, rubbing his head against the cold temperature—nothing could calm the excitement. Struggling only resulted in him rubbing his own rear hole against that thing, whether it was a damn fake or the real deal.
The imposing thing standing stiffly e***t, and the backside that had been steadily shaking without his conscious awareness. From behind, a voice like a soliloquy reached him.
“I wonder when the lower mouth and the upper mouth will move in sync?”
His head bowed deeply in humiliation, and his body trembled. He couldn’t lift his head straight.
“I don’t know, ha, I… I don’t know either… Ughak, ugh, I! Master! Really! Truly! Huh-it, it feels weird, eee, I was wrong…! I was wrong…!”
He gnashed his teeth in frustration, but when the blunt tip poked his frantic hole, he hastily begged for forgiveness.
“Uhhup, ha-uh, Jeina, I, my, Master…”
Moisture streamed down his face, and his blurry vision cleared. In the end, Ronius chose a path. Only the method of pursuing pleasure remained. So, embracing his shame as it was, he shook his backside even harder, even more vigorously.
“Please, ah, no, duh-hut, hh, gehut, back hole, f**k it…”
“Oh my, our Captain’s back hole must be itchy and all that again, huh?”
A voice tinged with laughter dropped all pretense. She grabbed the wriggling b******s firmly on both sides, and the capable tip stopped, accurately aimed at the hole. As if taking no action until he said what he wanted, the object stood guard firmly before it like a gatekeeper. The grandeur of the thing touching the entrance made his rear flinch for a moment, but his hesitation didn’t last long. It couldn’t last.
“Ha, ugh, yes! Witch! Master! Ha, no, Ro…ni, ho…le…”
But the desperate voice crawled back down his throat. It was a voice he himself couldn’t believe, and the words that should have followed were all vulgar. In the end, nothing else came to mind… His upper mouth hesitated, but his lower mouth remained unyielding, simply swinging the door open.
“Which hole.”
She asked. The voice crawling back answered in a whisper, ‘Inside me, my, my asshole…’
“This asshole?”
“…Hut, yes, that, right… Itchy… it’s, uhhut, inside…!”
“Almost there.”
“Hah-uh, yes… Stab it, please!” He shut his eyes tight and yelled out.
“Please…!”
“How, the timing is just perfect.”
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