Chapter 221
At the tip of the slender rod was a tiny bell.
Every time Payne trembled and rocked up and down like a wave, the bell jingled brightly in the air.
“Please, stop, I’m begging you…”
His desperate plea almost softened Ashtel’s resolve, but she knew she couldn’t just leave Payne like this.
Carmen said not to go, so all they can do now is hold out.
Ashtel stroked him and opened her mouth.
The rod was thin, but if she actually pushed it into his u*****a, even Payne—who was good at enduring pain—would have a tough time.
So, hoping to lessen the pain as much as possible, Ashtel slid the glass rod into her mouth, licked it thoroughly, then took out Payne’s member.
He was already trembling uncontrollably, covering his eyes with one hand.
“It’s okay, Payne. We just need to hang on for one hour.”
“That’s… not true.”
When had the time suddenly shortened to just one hour? Realistically, he’d have to endure at least an hour and twenty minutes.
Holding back the urge to whine, he grabbed Ashtel’s hand—almost by instinct.
But as she slid her hand up his shaft out of habit, a wave of pleasure—sharper than anything he’d felt before—rushed over him.
“Ugh.”
He almost started thrusting his hips before he could stop himself.
Payne looked at Ashtel and his own e******n with wide, bewildered eyes, panting heavily.
“Payne… don’t tell me you’re enjoying this?”
“Ah, n-no…”
“Your face is all red. It looks like you’re enjoying it, though?”
Honestly, Ashtel hadn’t expected him to feel any pleasure at all.
‘Well, obviously anyone would feel something if you rub them like that…’
But hadn’t he been suffering from the urge to pee just moments ago?
Could just one touch really make a difference?
‘I’ve never really played this kind of game before…’
Still, maybe this was good. If he was hard, he might feel less desperate to pee—two birds with one stone.
“Hnn, ah, Ashtel! Wait a second!”
Ignoring his protests, Ashtel kept stroking his soft member until it stiffened again.
Payne realized that what little self-control he had left was now hanging by a thread, right at the edge of a cliff.
Ignoring the discomfort in his belly, he grabbed Ashtel by the waist and turned her to the side, trying to get up.
But the moment her thumb pressed down on his tip, he jerked forward and collapsed.
“Ugh, hngh…!”
He hurriedly tried to cover his tip with both hands, all resistance gone in an instant.
His lower abdomen seemed to slosh with every shaky breath, on the verge of overflowing.
Payne realized, suddenly, that he couldn’t move at all. He couldn’t even let go. If he did, he’d lose control right then and there.
That dizzying realization struck him like a thunderbolt, rattling even his iron self-discipline. Sweat poured down his back as he hunched over and gasped for air.
“Payne, are you okay?”
“Hnngh…”
“Look at me.”
“Don’t touch me!”
This was inevitable.
He’d been close to his limit for a while now—how could anyone hold out for over an hour like this?
He’d planned to sneak away and go to the bathroom when Ashtel wasn’t around, but now that he’d reached his breaking point, Payne was too overwhelmed to do anything at all.
Ashtel didn’t even realize he was gritting his teeth, thinking he was just worried about the effects of the potion.
But when she gently placed her fingers atop his trembling hand, Payne shouted again.
“Ashtel, just go. Please. I can’t do this. I’d rather—rather die than show you something like this.”
“But Payne… I’ve already seen you lose control before, you know.”
“…What?”
“You’ve peed with your s***n more than once.”
Payne’s face went white.
‘Now’s my chance!’
Jingle! The bell chimed brightly.
In one quick motion, Ashtel swept his hands aside and slipped the rod into his u*****a.
The cold, round tip touched the end of his shaft and Payne freaked out, grabbing her wrist.
“S-stop!”
“It’s okay. Trust me. You won’t lose control.”
Still, as she slowly pushed it in, the sensation of something entering a place it absolutely shouldn’t go sent a dizzying pain shooting through him.
“Ugh, hnngh… Ah, Ashtel!”
“Sorry, sorry. Just a little more.”
“It hurts. Wait!”
“Shhh, I’ll be gentle.”
The glass rod, slick with Ashtel’s saliva, slid into his u*****a in slow, careful twists.
She wasn’t being thoughtless about it—she held his sac and softly stroked his lower body, easing the rod in bit by bit.
But Payne still felt like lightning was zapping up and down his shaft; sharp little shocks wracked his whole body.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched half the rod disappear into him, and he let out a long, ragged groan.
He couldn’t believe this was really happening.
‘She’s lost her mind.’
Ashtel had to be crazy—no one in their right mind would do something like this.
“Hnngh, Ash, Ashtel. It hurts. It really hurts!”
“Does it hurt that much? That’s not supposed to happen…”
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