Chapter 130
The cotton swab was soaked in alcohol and brushed against the inside of his thigh, just below his twitching member, leaving a damp trail that only made the heat he was trying to suppress churn more violently within him.
‘Damn it, damn it.’
Hadn’t he already relieved himself earlier? His body had never once obeyed his will.
All because of Ashtel. Because of this succubus…
“Ugh.”
“Oh, sorry! Did I hurt you?”
Her slender fingers brushed against the sensitive tip that had slipped out slightly, and his mind went completely blank.
He had known this would happen the moment she told him to undress under the pretense of treating his wounds. He had resolved to push her away unless she crossed the line by putting her mouth on him again.
What frustrated him most was her attitude.
Despite clearly being unsettled by his obvious arousal, she remained entirely focused on treating his wounds with determination.
‘Does she genuinely care about me?’
Payne bit his lip. In desperation, he dug his nails into his thigh, hoping to suppress his e–ction.
“Hey, Payne! What are you doing?”
But Ashtel caught him.
“I’m trying to treat your wounds, and now you’re giving yourself more!”
“…It’s not—”
“Let me see.”
The marks were just shallow nail indentations, with no blood drawn, but Ashtel frowned as if she’d been hurt herself. She dabbed some medicine on the area and rubbed it gently with her finger.
Naturally, his arousal only intensified.
‘This is bad.’
Ashtel had touched him many times before—unclipping his leash when he needed to use the bathroom, serving him meals, or absorbing his demonic energy.
Her touches had been frequent and varied, and despite his resistance, she always managed to push further.
But this time, the attention she paid to every wound felt different.
Payne realized that prec-m was beginning to bead at the tip of his shaft. Sweat rolled down his temple, and he knew there was no other choice—he’d have to relieve himself again.
He needed to send Ashtel away to handle it by himself.
“Hey, Payne.”
Her sunset-colored eyes glimmered softly, locking him in place.
“Isn’t it hard to handle it all on your own?”
“I… that’s…”
“Just this once—can I help you?”
Of course not.
But the way she gazed at him, as if captivating him was the most natural thing in the world, left him utterly speechless.
It had been a while since she’d seen such a reaction, and Ashtel swallowed her nervousness.
“They say this feels good.”
Having disinfected and carefully replaced all the bandages, it was now time for her to give Payne a ‘gift.’
It was the kind of gift he had never received before, one he might instinctively guard against, but once opened, it would undoubtedly leave a lasting impression.
Ashtel secreted her special fluid and generously spread it over the remaining gauze.
When she picked up the treated material, Payne fell silent, watching her actions with suspicion.
Then, she slid her hand under the blanket and grasped his member. Reflexively, Payne grabbed her wrist to stop her, but an unfamiliar sensation brushed against the sensitive tip.
“Hngh?!”
No, more accurately—it enveloped him.
The gauze, coated in her warm, sticky fluid, clung tightly to his tip as if swallowing it whole.
The snug, suction-like feeling, so reminiscent of her own body, made Payne gasp and thrust his hips involuntarily.
“Wh-what are you doing?! Stop! Take your hands off!”
“Really? If I keep going just a little longer, you’ll finish.”
She wasn’t wrong. With just a slight twist of the gauze wrapped around him, a sharp wave of pleasure shot up his spine, overwhelming his senses.
Payne trembled, his mouth falling open as he let out a shaky gasp. Sensing the shift, Ashtel gripped the tip with both hands, rubbing in circular motions, and used her thumbs to draw patterns near the opening.
The combination of the sticky fluid, the clinging gauze, and the entirely new sensation overwhelmed him.
Payne let out unintelligible moans before suddenly spilling his seed in rapid bursts.
“Hahhh!”
It was an astonishingly quick climax compared to his usual reactions.
“Hngh, hahh… ha…”
It was ridiculous, as if this stimulation was designed specifically to wring him dry.
How could a simple piece of cloth provide such an intense experience?
“Payne, did it feel good?”
If she’d stopped here, Payne might have chalked it up to another one of Ashtel’s bizarre tricks to torment him.
But instead, she smiled cheerfully, watching him pant heavily, and moved the gauze again, now slick with a mixture of her fluid and his release.
A lewd squelching sound filled the air, and veins bulge in Payne’s neck.
This time, a sharp scream escaped him, like that of someone stabbed by a blade.
Discussion
0 CommentsReactions
No comments yet.