Chapter 252
Beyond this cursed barrier around his c**k lay paradise, yet this thin sheet of metal trapped him in hell’s core. The unslaked heat threatened to boil his brain. He even resented the cage’s luxury—how dare this object be sheathed in Jaha’s mouth, licked by her tongue? He wanted to shred it like paper, melt it until no trace remained.
But the sight of Jaha moving below him was too precious. Bending forward, he kissed the crown of her head.
“F**k—damn it, Jaha.”
Chasing her movements with pecking kisses, he whimpered like a lamb calling for its shepherd.
“Jaha, ngh—Jaha…”
Only then did his owner stop playing with the chastity belt and, gripping his rock-hard thighs, rose to her feet. Pushing the dishes aside, Jaha perched on the dining table, lifting her skirt to meet his gaze—wild with lust, ravenous.
“Lick it.”
No sooner had she demanded it than he buried his face between her legs.
His tongue, hot and greedy like a starved dog’s, lapped at her relentlessly. Jaha shuddered, gripping the tablecloth, before pouring wine over her lower abdomen. The crimson liquid trickled down, soaking her s*x, and he drank every last drop without waste—as if swallowing holy water.
His obscene tongue-work made Jaha’s legs clamp around his head, but he forced them apart, gripping the backs of her knees and bending them into an “M.” With her glistening folds spread wide, he buried his nose deep inside and began sucking loudly, deliberately making lewd, wet noises.
The vulgar, squelching sounds filled the vast dining room, enough to make anyone who heard them flush with shame.
Trembling between shocks of pleasure, Jaha glanced at the food around her and spotted cream. Dipping her finger in, she gave it a tentative lick—a mix of custard and fresh cream. She slid her hand down and smeared it over her c**t. He caught on at once, shifting his tongue.
“Ah—ngh, haah! S-Stop!”
As her most sensitive bud was tormented relentlessly, Jaha convulsed, reaching her peak. Finally, he pulled away from between her legs. When he lifted his head, his face was drenched in the sudden gush from her s*x. With a gloved hand, he wiped his face casually before licking up the glistening fluid without hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, Jaha straightened her waist. The chastity belt, shaped like a black snake, had stiffened and stood rigidly e***t. With each creaking movement, its writhing form resembled a real serpent rearing its body menacingly before striking.
“That lewd body of yours really suits it—the snake.”
It wasn’t an empty compliment. The black serpent coiled at the center of her sculpted flesh evoked an obscenely peculiar sensation. Here he was, looking like a fairy-tale prince, yet wearing a chastity belt shaped like a long, thick snake between his legs. How immoral.
“Since it looks so good, keep wearing it.”
His expression twisted as if he’d been thrown into mud. Ignoring him, Jaha reached out, stroked the snake, then gripped it and guided it against her inner thigh. She rolled her hips, grinding the serpent’s head against her s*x.
“What do you think would happen if I pushed it in like this? You’d just be f*****g the air, so you wouldn’t feel anything—but I wonder if I’d enjoy it?”
Of course, she had no real intention of inserting it. It was already a weapon, and she doubted she could handle its added bulk. Though enchanted to bend smoothly, it was still cold, lifeless metal—hardly pleasant. Even just the tip brushing against her entrance sent an unpleasant metallic chill through her. But if this act drove him mad with frustration, then she had no reason to stop.
Provocatively, Jaha rocked her hips, rubbing the serpent’s length against her slit. Though cold, the smooth metal pressing and grinding against her c**t and entrance wasn’t entirely bad.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, fully engrossed in pleasuring herself with the chastity belt. It was no different from humping a pillow—except harder, firmer, applying pressure just right…
“Nn, ah—ahh…”
But it still wasn’t enough. Her burning insides craved more than just surface friction.
Watching Jaha rub herself against the belt, moaning drunkenly right in front of him, he gritted his teeth, swallowing a groan. Starving to the point of delirium, being forced to merely watch a feast laid before him—anyone would go mad.
He had vowed to endure, to not beg—this was his punishment, after all. But he couldn’t hold back any longer. Bowing his head weakly against Jaha’s shoulder, he nuzzled against her, pleading like a spoiled child.
“I want to… Jaha. Please let me.”
Her hazy mind wavered.
What should I do? Should I let him?
“Let me get rid of this cumbersome hunk of scrap metal.”
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