Chapter 99
Her hands wandered along the contours of the plump chest before converging at the center.
“Why’s it like this! Uhh, uhak! Ang!”
“See? I told you I’d succeed.”
As the ticklish sensations gathered and gradually built into pleasure, it became unbearable. He felt he might come from the chest stimulation alone. He had always been sensitive to her touch, but now his arousal was critically heightened.
Ronius, at a loss within his wildly churning insides, squirmed his body. This was no time to be relieved that his muscles hadn’t yet gone soft.
“Uung, hot, it tickles, ho, uht, tickle, hiht, u, aah!”
After roughly squeezing both b*****s as if to tear his chest apart, her hands hovered around the n*****s, almost touching. She even used her fingernail tips to lightly scratch the areolas. Her eyes shone brighter as she toyed with his chest.
He seemed sufficiently aroused; going further might be dangerous, yet the sensation of almost-touch, not quite touching, was maddening. He thrust his chest out fully.
“Haa, ha, a little more inside…!”
Below, it swelled as if to tear through his underwear, gradually dampening the front.
“I should have shown this to your aide. That aide should know just what kind of lewd pervert the Duke he serves is. Look at your soaked underwear. Tsk.”
“No, I’m not… huung, ught, more…!”
Even as insults whispered against his ear were added, he couldn’t argue back. Instead, he offered his chest even more, craving greater pleasure.
“Stop with the pride and be honest! Or should I let your subordinate spank your backside?”
“It tickles, n*****s! Huht, touch them! Yes!”
At that moment, thump!
In an instant, his position changed to atop the desk. The Duke himself knelt on the official documents bearing the ducal seal, and she faced him right in front of the desk.
Though clearly lower than him, she seemed to look down on him completely. He tensed, curling his toes tightly. Sunlight streaming through the open curtains illuminated him like a spotlight.
“If it’s truly your wish, then your master must grant it.”
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. A soft hand settled over his n****e. Immediately, his spine tingled, and a strange energy swirled through his entire body. His gaping b******s clenched tightly, and blood rushed downward. A tempest surged within his abdomen.
“Hup…!”
In sync with the hand pressing and rubbing firmly, his n****e was squeezed in all directions.
“Uung, ng! Ah! Uh-geng! It, it feels good…!”
He grabbed the hands bound behind his back and uncontrollably shook his b******s. His gaze fell upon the official document being crumpled, but he had no mind to care. Jeina’s relentless hand, rolling and rubbing, almost felt like it was kneading his n****e out.
Tug harder, pinch it more—at the sudden lewd thought, he shook his head as if denying it, but his mouth showed no hesitation.
“Grab it, grab it for me, uh-heng! Ah!”
She made a pinching motion with her fingers and snatched his n****e. Pinching it hard, a vein bulged in his neck as a bizarre cry erupted: “A-oong!”
“Planning to turn into a cat now, Duke de Xtion?”
His face flushed crimson. She giggled and continued her n****e play. Twisting her hand, his areola deformed, and the n****e spun sharply.
“I’m not! I’m— Aaang…!”
He cried out as if he’d lost his mind.
“Duke. No matter how much soundproofing magic I’ve cast, if you scream in pleasure like that, even outside the dukedom will hear.”
“Uh-hup, uuuu, ng!”
The massively swollen, mountain-like protrusion now trembled terrifyingly, as if waiting only to burst.
“No. You must wait, if you’re a Duke.”
But at her one remark, he had to muster all his strength to hold back the urge to climax. A precarious tightrope walk began, where even the slightest movement might cause him to finish right away.
His member swelled as if about to explode, his waist convulsed as if breaking. His breath grew ragged, cold sweat trickled down his chest, pleasure piled and piled… He felt like he’d become an utter fool.
“Roni, if you’re a Duke, show some example. How long will a noble just mindlessly squirt without dignity?”
“Ah, ahng, s-stop! Uh-huk, move! Please! Please! No! Huhk, uk, don’t move, hng…!”
The twisted n****e returned to its place. His large body swayed uncontrollably even with the smallest movement.
It was frustrating and shameful that his body was waging such a battle over mere n*****s, but he couldn’t show her a disappointing sight any longer.
‘I want to be loved more. I want to be praised…’
Ronius panted, twisting his body.
Jeina, still holding his n****e, pulled it taut. The n****e stretched out long.
‘Huh?’
She blinked.
“Oh my.”
“Wh, wha, ah! Haang! What! What is it, again! Again! Uwaaaa, hang!”
The resilient n****e stretched and stretched as she pulled. She took steps back, pulling, and it stretched out even more—juuk.
Of course, he fainted from the n*****s stretching without limit. His body trembled as his mouth gaped open. His horrified face paled, then flushed crimson repeatedly; his tightly shut then opened eyes shook as if having seen something unbearable.
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