Chapter 240
“Ugh…”
Payne quickly clamped his lips shut.
‘What the hell is wrong with me?’
Why was he moaning again?
He swallowed hard. Thankfully, it was a soft sound—maybe Ashtel hadn’t heard. He glanced at her, then cautiously ran his curled fingers over his entrance.
When it came to actually inserting his finger, he hesitated. What if the ball got pushed in even deeper, like Ashtel said?
After a long moment of indecision, he finally mustered up his courage and moved his middle finger.
A lewd, wet sound echoed in the quiet air.
“…Payne, that noise is so dirty.”
He knew that already. He wanted to say something, but the heat climbing his throat made it impossible.
Then Ashtel spoke up again.
“Are you doing okay? Want me to help?”
“…No, I’m fine.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Truth was, he wasn’t sure.
Getting a finger in was one thing, but actually reaching the ball that had rolled inside… that would take a bit more effort.
Maybe if he tried his index finger too…
“Ugh.”
All thought froze.
The worst part was how his body responded to his own fingers.
Hadn’t he already come several times today? Shouldn’t the pheromone overload have died down by now?
But no—his lewd body only seemed to grow hotter, pumping out more heat with every touch.
Was he really this perverted now?
Desperate and frustrated, Payne worked his index and middle fingers in deeper, wriggling around inside.
Ashtel’s shoulders twitched with each obscene, squelching sound.
Eventually, she couldn’t resist and sneaked a glance back at him.
‘I knew it…’
He must not be having any luck—he was on all fours now, fingers working desperately at his own rear.
She’d hardly ever seen him finger himself like this; just watching sent a weird jolt through her.
“I can’t… quite reach it…”
Then their eyes met. Payne, blushing furiously, jerked his head away.
“I told you not to look!”
“But the noises… they’re just so much…”
“How is that an excuse?!”
Ashtel’s lips jutted out in a pout, but she relented quickly.
“Want me to help?”
“How is that an excuse?!”
“I mean, I was the one who put them in there. I won’t make you ‘excrete it out’ or anything—just let me get them for you.”
He hesitated. The truth was, he really couldn’t get the slime orbs out on his own.
After a moment’s pause, he looked back at her, and Ashtel rolled up her nonexistent sleeves and approached.
With a gentle touch, she pressed her hand against his bottom and quickly found his rim, wasting no time in slipping a finger inside.
Payne collapsed forward, squeezing his eyes shut.
‘He’s not saying no… I guess it’s fine.’
Ashtel stole a glance at his face.
Unlike him, her fingers were sure. As she brushed against the slick inner walls, his a*s trembled uncontrollably. But she focused intently on getting the orb out safely.
As soon as she brushed his prostate, Payne’s thighs snapped tight, his whole body tensing.
He seemed too caught up in the sensation to realize it, just waiting for her to finish the job.
Ashtel looked up at him, then went right back to gently stimulating that same spot.
“Nnh…”
Sure enough, his glutes tightened, his thighs squeezed in, and another breathy, lewd moan slipped out.
At the same time, his inner walls contracted, and the ball shifted back, catching neatly between her fingers.
“Payne, give me a little push.”
“Haa, what?”
“Just like before—a little more.”
Tickling him lightly around the base of his prostate, Ashtel coaxed him to bear down.
Payne, not quite knowing what he was doing, squeezed and pushed. Suddenly, the orb slid free, and Payne, panting, asked.
“D-did that do it?”
“You did great.”
And then he realized—he’d basically just… excreted them.
“Ashtel!”
He jumped up in shock, and the two slime spheres tumbled out from between his legs, rolling to a stop at Ashtel’s feet, glistening with his fluids.
Ashtel bent down to pick them up, curiosity all over her face, but Payne took her wrist in alarm.
“You—really—!”
“Sorry! But at least we got them out quickly!”
“That’s what you have to say?!”
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