Chapter 222
Normally, he’d only ever thought her face was beautiful, but right now, Payne found it unbearably cruel.
At a glance, she might look like an innocent young woman, but to him, Ashtel was nothing short of a terrifying demon.
Well, that was only natural—she had been a demon, after all.
What a ruthless little succubus.
“Please… take it out…”
He didn’t want her to see him cry, so he turned his head and trembled as he begged, but Ashtel paused, her breath catching for a moment.
She smoothed back his disheveled hair, gently brushing it away from his face, and then slowly let her hand drift down his chest, over his stomach, and lower.
“Hnngh…”
Anywhere but his belly—that was the worst place right now.
When he arched his back and grabbed her wrist, Ashtel soothed him by kissing his hand and pinning it gently at his side.
Her hand slid down a little more, and Payne’s breathing quickened.
“No, no—”
With the threat of losing control at any second, his mind was close to breaking.
Ashtel carefully wrapped her hand around his shaft and started stroking him, slow and gentle.
His hips twitched in response, following the movement of her hand, and the sound of the bell dangling from the rod rang out again and again, making his vision blur.
He was so far gone he couldn’t even register how obscene his own behavior looked. He just squeezed his eyes shut, mumbling “no, no,” over and over.
“Payne, will you look at me?”
At her words, he hesitantly peeked open his eyes.
Under Ashtel’s gentle smile, his c**k was leaking a little clear fluid, unable to contain itself. Even before the color drained from his face, she carefully twisted the glass rod.
“Aah!”
A jolt of pain mixed with indescribable pleasure shot up Payne’s spine. He reached down to grab himself, and when Ashtel gently shook him, he gasped for breath.
“W-wait, wait, please—”
“How is it? Is it any better now?”
“N-no, ah, uh—”
It didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t say it was better, either. He certainly couldn’t nod.
Pre-c*m was mercilessly oozing out around the rod.
He was dying to come.
“Hah, ah, ah—”
Whether it was getting easier to take or Ashtel was just getting bolder, she grabbed the tip of the rod and pushed, making it slide in with a wet, squelching sound.
The sensation was so intense his hips lifted off the bed, his hands clinging to her leg in desperation.
When Ashtel prodded a particular spot inside, he sucked in a sharp breath, mouth falling open.
“Aah, Ashtel!”
“Is this it?”
“Wh-what are you—ah…!”
His thick thigh jerked in rebellion, but Ashtel pressed down on his knee, pinning it against his stomach so he couldn’t even struggle. Payne’s hips arched off the bed, his breathing ragged as he pleaded,
“A-Ashtel, this is—hngh—it’s weird! Something’s wrong!”
“There’s nothing wrong. It feels good, that’s all.”
No way, he thought. There’s no way.
“How can I feel good from something like this?”
“Payne, it’s blocked, so you can just enjoy it.”
At those words, his eyes flew open and he glanced down at his lower belly.
His c**k, swallowing the rod, was trembling, looking helpless, swollen, and flushed a deep red, welcoming Ashtel’s touch in spite of the shame.
He whimpered.
How was he supposed to enjoy any of this?
He’d hoped to at least keep some sense of purity after joining Katzel, even if his virginity was already long gone.
‘To actually feel pleasure from something like this…’
Honestly, it was a shock.
Every time Ashtel worked the rod in and out, even the pressure to pee was blending with pleasure, turning his mind to mush.
His chest heaved, his legs curled up, and lewd noises kept slipping past his lips.
“Haa… nn, Ash—tel.”
“Call me Sue.”
“Sue… please, just… stop…”
“If I stop, you won’t be able to hold it in, will you?”
She gave a soft laugh, then boldly thrust the rod in again.
It was only because the pleasure she gave him helped him bear the overwhelming urge to pee.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing from Ashtel’s own lips, and it sent a wave of self-loathing through him.
This whole position, exposing all his weaknesses, was humiliating.
Unable to take it anymore, Payne rolled over onto his side—but the moment he did, his bladder shifted and the pressure to pee surged back.
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