Chapter 2 Part 4: A Delusion for the Sake of Delusion

“…….”

Upon leaving the bedroom, an unusual sight immediately caught my eye.

The top floor that Killian used housed a large collection of precious books.

But those were always neatly arranged on shelves, and usually, all you could see was the spacious, empty space.

Since any needed item could be brought in with magic at any time, everything except the purple rug running through the center and the throne-like chair at its end was kept cleared away.

So naturally, the books stacked in two rows looked strikingly out of place.

From the ceiling hung rings aligned with the stacks of books, and in the center stood something like a display stand for sculptures.

The problem was…….

“Do you like it?”

The purpose of the object on that display stand was abundantly clear.

The smooth carving, seemingly made of ivory, was unmistakably shaped like a male organ.

“You understand what you need to do without me explaining, right?”

“…….”

Averting my gaze wouldn’t change the situation.

If it was something that had to be done anyway, it was better to get it over with quickly.

Trying to empty my mind, I unbuttoned the pajamas I was wearing.

The thin, single-layer garment slid off my body with ridiculous ease.

A chill ran over my now-naked skin.

“You’re not shy at all.

Boring.”

“Wow…… how embarrassing…….”

“At least you still have some shame, thankfully.”

Killian dragged over a wooden chair that had been sitting nearby and placed it against the wall.

Then, as if escorting me, he politely extended his hand.

“Come.”

I took his hand and stepped onto the chair.

Soon, one by one, the rings from the ceiling were fastened around my wrists.

The touch of metal against bare skin gave me slight goosebumps.

The chains were still loose for now, but I could see a mechanism to tighten them.

If he turned that, I’d be left half-hanging from the ceiling.

“Don’t be nervous.

You took Gideon’s, didn’t you?”

Now place your feet over there.

Killian, kindly instructing me with a glance toward the stacked books, poured an entire bottle of oil over the ivory.

This bastard—surely he didn’t intend to untie me…… no, never mind.

I’d even thought that maybe the pain would be better.

Spreading my legs and placing my feet on the books, Killian kicked the chair in the middle far away.

The hollow sound of wood rolling across the floor echoed.

“Relax your muscles.”

“Ugh…….”

As if that were as easy as saying it.

The position had my thighs and calves tensed up.

Doing this alone in such a posture wasn’t something I was familiar with, and relaxing only my backside was next to impossible.

Killian didn’t wait—he aligned the ivory and shoved it in.

“Hn.”

The foreign sensation of something cold and hard digging into my body made my skin prickle.

“Hah…….”

But it wasn’t as overwhelming as I’d expected.

The ivory was certainly much thinner than Gideon’s.

The length seemed similar or maybe a bit longer, but if I could just endure, it probably wouldn’t go all the way in.

All I had to do was hold out until Killian got bored of this game.

I could endure this much.

Rattle. Even as I heard the rings being raised toward the ceiling, I was somewhat complacently assessing the situation.

“Hmm, something feels lacking.”

Killian, having hung me spread-eagle, took a few steps back, examined me, and tilted his head.

He then took a ribbon from his pocket and tightly wrapped it around my flaccid member, tying a knot.

At this point, I wondered if he was a ribbon fetishist.

“It’s nothing much, right?”

“……Yes.”

“Good.

That’s how it should be for now.”

He smiled softly and snapped his fingers.

The distant throne flew over and settled right behind Killian.

He sank into it and fixed his gaze on me in a relaxed posture.

“How long do you think you’ll last?”

“……Until you get bored?”

“I don’t intend to be that harsh…….”

Killian leisurely crossed his legs and spoke.

“Until I feel like being lenient.

I’ll stop then.”

There was a problem I hadn’t anticipated at all.

The books in the Tower were different from the ones you could casually handle in reality.

Most were old and worn, so they didn’t sit level when stacked.

Their sizes also varied.

Maintaining balance on wobbling books was a significant strain on the body in itself.

If I were in my original body, with properly built muscle, it might have been easier.

No, if I were in my original body, this wouldn’t be happening at all.

There was no way Rudan had the muscle to endure something like this for long.

Sweat beaded on my forehead and dripped down to my chin.

Drip.

Drip.

Droplets were falling and dotting the floor.

If I just lost my balance and collapsed…… would that even end it?

“It’s about time for a reaction to kick in.”

Killian, who had been observing my increasingly strained state as if it were a work of art, muttered quietly.

Right.

My legs were about to give out.

Just then.

“?”

The ivory, which had been cold at first and then warmed to body temperature, suddenly felt scorching hot.

Sensation returned to the inside that had grown accustomed to the shallowly inserted object.

“Ngh…….”

“Just as I thought.”

Killian rose from his seat, picked up his black rod, and approached.

“It takes a while for the effects to kick in.

Sorry for the boredom.”

“Wha, what…….”

“Love potion.”

The rod brushed against my tensed thighs.

Tap, tap.

The light tapping made it impossible to relax, not knowing when it might turn harsh.

A hit from the little thing wasn’t that scary by itself, but the circumstances were different now.

“Haha, why are you flinching?

Did you think I was going to hit you?”

“…….”

“Why would I do something so rough?

I told you I love you.”

And this isn’t rough?

“Now, let’s do something more fun.

Let go of your feet.”

He grabbed my left foot and lifted it slightly.

As I shifted my weight to the right to keep from collapsing, a few books from the left side slipped out.

With the surface lowered, my foot lost its purchase and flailed, and Killian quite helpfully repositioned it for me.

This—the center of balance.

“Don’t worry.

I’ll take some out and adjust the other side too.”

Killian murmured as if reading my mind.

He quickly kept his word, but it didn’t improve my situation.

The moment I felt relieved for having barely regained my balance—the ivory was digging deeper inside.

“Ah, haah…….”

It burrowed into my inner walls, more violently than a living flesh could, straining my tension.

As that searing temperature invaded my belly, the strength left my waist.

A tingling sensation rose from deep within, where it hadn’t yet reached.

My mouth went completely dry.

“Ugh, hnn.”

My clumsily heated body felt like it might burst at any moment.

“Hrk, aaah…….”

Killian, watching me, murmured.

“What’s this?

It’s hard?”

As he said, my limp member was now standing rigidly erect.

Becoming aware of it, the pressure of the ribbon tightening brought a new sensation.

“Why are your tastes so dry?

Not enough?”

No, it’s because my mouth is dry…… I didn’t have time to spit out such excuses.

“Can’t have that if you’re lacking.

We’re playing together after all.”

Killian curled his lips into a grin.

A foreboding feeling crept in.

Soon, his black rod tapped lightly against the display stand holding the ivory.

A very light motion, but the sensation transmitted through the point of contact was vivid.

And then.

Rrrrrrr.

After the ominous sound passed.

“Ah!”

The ivory began to move up and down.

“Hnngh, hnn…… haah…….”

“See?

Moving is better than staying still, isn’t it?”

“Aagh, ah!”

“No answer?

That’s disappointing.

Do you like the ivory that much?”

I hurriedly shook my head, but he paid no attention.

My mind grew increasingly numb.

Every time the ivory, which I’d underestimated, stirred my insides, my hips swayed.

It tormented my heightened inner walls but didn’t properly relieve the urge.

Urge—what urge?

Since when did I have urges that needed to be relieved this way?

“Stop, stop…….”

“Not yet.”

My knees kept giving out.

“You’re going to give up when I still don’t feel like being lenient?”

I want to escape this sensation.

But what would be the point of giving up now?

I’d already started—if I collapsed here with nothing gained, after showing such an ugly display?

“……No.”

I forced my blurry eyes wide and stared at him.

Killian’s eyes sparkled with interest.

That gaze, almost childishly innocent like a kid who’d found a new toy, sent a chill down my spine.

I felt like I’d touched something I shouldn’t have.

‘But the laws of the world like to keep balance.

So instead of everything becoming dull, one emotion becomes magnified.’

No matter how I looked at the wizard before me, he didn’t seem like someone whose emotions had dulled.

“You’re so cute it’s killing me…….”

At this moment, he was genuinely flushed, like someone in love.

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