Chapter 93
“Alright, for now, stop!”
She rubbed his tear-stained eyes roughly.
“Ugh, why, why are you doing this…”
“Follow me. Stop!”
“…Stop!”
At her cool touch, Ronius unconsciously mimicked her and stopped crying. His cheeks flushed bright red. She stared at him intently and then said,
“You, go anywhere and just open your mouth.”
“Huh?”
Soon, a warm, radiant energy spread from the girl’s hand. A moment later, Meow— The cat purred, circling around the boy and girl. He looked at his friend with a bewildered yet immensely happy face, then glanced sideways at the black-haired girl. Hesitantly, Ronius spoke.
“Um…”
“As long as no major problem occurs with my mana, this one should be fine too. It’s a secret, but actually, I’m really powerful, you know?”
“Yeah. Thank you…”
“Alright, then I should take my payment, right?”
“…Sorry. I look tasteless…”
A mischievous smile appeared on the girl’s fairy-like face.
“I’ll raise you to be delicious, and then I’ll snap! Eat you up, or something.”
Ronius nodded his head with a very bright smile. The little boy simply thought it was perfectly fine.
* * *
“Why am I suddenly remembering that time…”
Ronius murmured, quietly opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling.
Come to think of it, their first meeting was anything but ordinary from the start. And after that, under the ridiculous pretext—now that he thought about it—of needing to ‘fatten him up to be delicious,’ she would suddenly show up, raid the ducal pantry to feed him, and put him through physical training.
Of course, thanks to that, Ronius grew healthier day by day and no longer felt lonely and gloomy. The boy would eagerly await the girl’s visits, never knowing when she’d appear.
“She was less wicked back then than she is now.”
Though teasing him mischievously was just the same. No matter what else, he had to give credit that her love for pranks was the same then and now. He himself was still particularly helpless against those pranks, not much different from back then.
For the entire three years he spent with her, Ronius called Jeina ‘Noona’ (big sister). Whenever he gave a skeptical look at her petite frame, she would roar, “Who are you calling ‘Noona’!” so he had no choice but to shut his mouth.
When he found out they were actually the same age, how shocked he was back then. Ronius smiled bitterly, recalling those days when they used to laugh and chatter brightly.
Even now, whenever he saw the empty space beside him in bed, a part of his chest would ache, and he’d sometimes wonder if all the things he did with her were just a dream. Of course, confirming his n*****s, swollen and plump like now, would revive those sensations and assure him it wasn’t a dream.
Even with the slightest movement getting out of bed, the blanket brushing against his n*****s sent a prickly thrill. He unintentionally touched the prominently protruding nubs again and flinched.
Quite some time had passed since returning to the ducal estate. The seasons had shifted from autumn to winter, and now winter was nearing its end.
By the time he and Jeina entered the ducal estate, his father had already finished all preparations. Ronius quickly went through the succession process and ascended to the dukedom. It had already been two months since becoming the Duke, and these days, Duke Ronius de Xtion was in the midst of intense ‘n****e training’.
He shifted his steps, looking at his n*****s, abused relentlessly just last night. Pinched, twisted, sucked, bitten, and even subjected to that monstrous tool she made—his n*****s had truly suffered all kinds of humiliation. It was called ‘training’ in fancy terms, but it was no different from being Jeina’s plaything.
‘How did I end up like this…’
He stood before the mirror, his face reddening with shame. The two n*****s, standing stiffly atop his firm muscles, were intensely embarrassing. The fully swollen nubs were particularly red and thick today. Their perky, protruding shape seemed almost as if they were waiting for someone.
And then, as if expecting something more, his center began twitching and making an even bigger fuss. The thing that had sprung to life energetically since dawn was now demanding food even more shamelessly. Following the blood-engorged member, his heart grew endlessly anxious.
“Master…”
Ronius gazed into the mirror, placing both hands on his chest. Unable to overcome his shame even while averting his eyes from his own reflection, he clumsily kneaded his chest with rough hands and rolled his n*****s.
A ticklish heat swirled inside him, and a strange impulse arose. For just these two little buds, his body was slowly heating up. His inept touch grew rougher, and his body yearned for a more definite, powerful sensation.
Soon, the mirror rotated, revealing the hidden space behind it. A staircase leading underground. And at its end, she who awaited him.
No, she who awaited this body, these n*****s. But it didn’t matter.
Ronius swallowed dryly and withdrew his hands from his n*****s. As if sensing his fate, his member stood rigid, urging his steps forward.
Pleasure would come in relentless waves of push and pull, and he would make a wretched sight, growing frantic over a mere touch from her fingertips.
His body was no longer his own; there was nothing he could control. He would be able to accomplish nothing without her.
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