Chapter 95
“Huup…! Don’t… don’t say…! Things like that…!”
Warm breath enveloped the n****e, and Ronius’s body trembled. Goosebumps also rose on the b******s she was holding.
“Mmh!”
She gnawed on the n****e, looking up with narrowed eyes.
“Master!”
Immediately changing his form of address, he squirmed his large body with a pitiful look in his eyes. Jeina licked the n****e she had been gnawing and then took it back into her mouth. She began sucking on the fruit, and simultaneously, his back hole opened as her fingers entered inside.
“Uung…!”
Ronius threw his head back, covering his mouth. Her tongue collided against the n****e in her mouth, while her fingers stirred the inside softly.
“Ahak, ahak!”
He tightly closed and then opened his eyes, enduring the flooding pleasure.
“To be this wet first thing in the morning…”
She clicked her tongue tsk tsk. The n****e that had been clinging to her tongue quivered finely, and his chest rose and fell irregularly. They say men only leak from the front, but once in her hands, that couldn’t be allowed.
Now, Ronius’s back hole had reached a state where it would melt and moisten the moment her touch merely reached the entrance, or when a slight trace of mana touched his perineum. Jeina stroked the sodden passage and smiled.
“I’m wondering if I need to put you in diapers now. For a man of your station as a Duke…”
“Hht, no, I don’t want to… Please, I beg… uhuup, uung!”
She gave his red, glistening n****e a long lick upward, and the finger that had penetrated deep within brushed past his prostate as it withdrew. He exhaled a heated breath and wriggled his b******s.
“Haa, uuht, ha, Master.”
Ronius, clenching the fists that had fallen beside his thighs, carefully chose his words.
“How am I supposed to do any work looking like this…”
Jeina remained silently unresponsive, even as she looked at the cockhead twitching vigorously in anticipation. When his best attempt at playing pitiful didn’t work, Ronius made a troubled face and groaned. Like someone dying of unbearable need.
Only then did Jeina’s mouth open.
“Right. I was a bit harsh this morning, wasn’t I?”
Taken aback by the unexpectedly kind reply, he quickly nodded in agreement.
“Yes! Master! My c—”
And then, as if wagging a tail, he shook the rigidly standing c**k left and right. He trailed off, mumbling softly, “Please go easy on me.” The last part was practically inaudible.
Nevertheless, he shook his hips earnestly, making his c**k sway. His face flushed crimson.
‘If you know your place and wag your tail well, she’ll dote on you.’
He had benefited from her saying that more than once or twice. Just because he’d done it a few times didn’t make it any less embarrassing.
On the contrary, the shame doubled each time, and he still felt mortified enough to die, but this wasn’t an opportunity that came easily. He had to seize this moment.
If he could start the day by fully releasing his desire with that tiny hand, it would be the most perfect day possible. For him, there was no greater fortune. His lower abdomen churned in anticipation of the coming pleasure. Her hand was drawing near. His throat tightened, and his tingling chest thumped with excitement.
Ronius swallowed dryly, and Jeina placed her hands on both his b*****s. One on each side.
As she lightly kneaded the taut chest, he inhaled and tightened his b******s.
“Hup!”
Soon after, a white light spread from her hand. A cool energy filled his body, dispersing the strange sensations.
“Ah, aht…”
He murmured in a daze. As the turbulent energy settled, his rigid member, which had been straining, bowed its head, and his hardened n*****s returned to their original round shape. The deep red hue of his n*****s also faded to a lighter, pinkish tint. Moreover, the lingering, prickly sensation in his b******s from days of being whipped vanished. Ronius trembled, feeling the afterglow.
‘Restoration magic….’
He blankly felt his own b******s, looking down at his body returning to its original state. A deep regret flashed through his still-warm, reddened eyes.
“Back to being cute and perky again.”
She said, giving a n****e a light poke. Her dark eyes sparkled as if she’d found a new toy.
Unlike the excited her, Ronius wasn’t particularly happy about the vanished traces. Even though this was already the fifth time experiencing this magic, he felt this same regret every time.
It was a feeling he couldn’t understand himself. Moreover, this time, the regret turned into reluctance, and eventually, beyond that, into a sense of grievance.
Just because the traces were gone didn’t mean the sensations were forgotten. The marks she left were cleanly erased, but in the places where the sensations had scattered, only unresolved residual heat remained, swirling in every corner of his body. Rather, that heat reminded him of the sensations, making it impossible to shake off the lingering attachment.
“Duke, you should be able to focus on your duties now, right?”
She brushed past him with a brazen smile. It was a moment where his still-throbbing member felt extremely awkward.
“Yes, thank you. Master…”
He wiped his flushed face, forcing down his true feelings. But at the same time, he was a Duke firmly resolving to state his desires more loudly and clearly from now on.
Jeina, like a delighted child, chattered away as she gathered various mysterious objects. Her light footsteps, breezy movements, and bouncing hair. Ronius quietly followed behind her, taking in her lovely motions.
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