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Join the ServerI glared at the Devil and gathered saliva in my mouth.
The spit, thick from arousal, fell in a long string and landed in the Devil’s hand.
The strand snapped and flicked upward.
Before I could even register the coldness at the corner of my mouth, his palm, slick with my saliva, gripped and moved over my cock.
The rough friction became smooth, following a steady rhythm with saliva as lubricant.
Angered at being controlled by him, I stubbornly began stroking the Devil’s cock in my hand.
It was already slick, sliding around in my grasp.
I held tightly onto it whenever it seemed ready to slip free from my palm and copied what the Devil was doing.
I curled my thumb and forefinger into a ring around it, then cupped and kneaded the testicles beneath its base.
The Devil was large in every way, including his hands.
He wrapped one hand expertly around my cock and moved it up and down.
Even his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of my groin was a new kind of stimulation.
It did not take long.
The peak of the climb came with ragged breaths.
My waist trembled as I came into his hand.
The Devil soon spilled thick fluid as well, far denser and more plentiful than mine.
“Hah…”
After the long release, I lost strength and balance.
Our touching foreheads separated.
My weight tipped forward, and I leaned my head against the Devil’s shoulder.
With my overheated forehead pressed there, I breathed heavily.
Semen pooled in my limp palm.
The same was true of the Devil’s hand.
But unlike me, drained and slack, the Devil was perfectly fine.
He rubbed the fluid on his palm between his fingers.
He looked strangely serious while doing so.
“…”
What was he thinking?
Even while catching my breath, I felt tense, wondering what absurd thing he was about to say that would turn my stomach upside down.
Sure enough, he raised his head while kneading the thick, stretching white fluid and asked without the slightest embarrassment,
“Why is it so thick?”
“Did you not do it by yourself either?”
“O-of course I did not!”
“Yours is even thicker!”
“I did not either.”
I was the one startled by the Devil’s straightforward admission.
Not even once?
The man who used to grab anyone he desired on the battlefield and have s*x with them claimed he had not done it?
Not for a day or two, but for that entire long period?
I sat upright in shock and blinked at him.
The Devil went even further.
“It is good.”
“It is better because it has been a while.”
“It was worth holding back.”
A nobleman refined through years of discipline would never express his feelings so directly.
They would not say hardship was hard, or that something good was good.
But the Devil was not like that.
He said what he liked was good, and what he disliked was bad.
I had hated that honesty because it seemed ignorant and uneducated.
Yet there was a childlike innocence in it.
Especially now, when he said he liked it and smiled brightly, there was nothing fierce about him.
He looked utterly pure.
I wondered if madness could spread.
The day had come when the Devil’s red eyes felt warm.
The Devil, who had quickly stripped me earlier, was now removing his own clothes.
The leather armor around his outer layer fell heavily to the floor.
His thin jacket and inner robe came off one after another.
“Ah…”
As more of his bronze-colored body was revealed, my mouth fell open in admiration.
He had always been muscular.
But whatever had happened while he fought the barbarians, his already massive body was now more deeply carved and mature than before.
The ridges of his muscles cast deep shadows.
Concentrated heat seemed to flow sensually over his elastic skin.
Watching him, I swallowed dryly without realizing it.
My admiration did not last long.
The Devil suddenly shoved my shoulder.
I fell backward.
My lower body lifted, and my curled spine rolled like a ball.
The thigh caught in the Devil’s grip was pulled over his own thigh.
Blood rushed to my face.
It was not only because my lower body was raised.
I could never get used to spreading my legs wide right in front of him.
The opening beneath my smooth perineum twitched openly.
My cock, flipped upward over my navel, was exposed without restraint.
Shame sent heat flooding into my face.
But the Devil, having noticed something, did not care about my dignity at all.
“What is this?”
“Eek!”
His fingers rubbed over the wrinkled opening, making my waist arch sharply.
He studied the slick fluid on his fingers, then made his own guess.
His serious expression was enough to make me want to explode.
“Do you get wet like women do?”
“D-don’t be ridiculous!”
“Then what is this?”
The Devil pressed his thumb and middle finger together, then pulled them apart.
The glistening fluid was visible even to me.
I bit my lip and turned my head away.
But when the Devil immediately tried to spread me open, I struggled to stop him.
“D-don’t!”
“No.”
“Your body is mine, so I will do what I want.”
I fought with all my strength to stop him, but defeating the Devil by force was impossible.
The body pressed against mine was hard and unyielding, like trying to push against rock.
After confirming that the glistening fluid came from inside me, the Devil pressed again.
“Tell me.”
“What is this?”
“…”
“It smells sweet.”
“Does your wetness smell sweet too?”
That crazy bastard.
How did someone become as insane as him?
Calling it wetness was bad enough, but why did he have to speak so crudely?
I lay flat on the thick quilt and turned my head away completely.
I covered my mouth with the back of my hand so I would not say anything.
The skin beneath my hand felt burning hot.
My whole face was overheated.
“…”
Perhaps because I covered my mouth, the Devil seemed to give up.
He stopped spreading me open and began rubbing inside instead.
Oddly, I was relieved that he had stopped focusing on the sweet-smelling fluid and was now touching the twitching flesh within.
Thinking he would let the matter go, I relaxed.
The scented oil I had applied deep inside beforehand spread widely over the Devil’s fingers.
Perhaps he liked the slippery feeling.
Unlike usual, when he would touch me carelessly, the Devil persistently explored every part inside me.
I endured the growing discomfort, only hoping it would end quickly.
Then his fingers, moving smoothly as if swimming, pressed against one particular spot.
“Eek—!”
It was a place he had never touched before, usually brushing past it and pulling out.
A chilling shudder ran down my spine.
My spread thighs stiffened all the way to my toes.
Perhaps sensing that my reaction was different, the Devil pressed the same place again.
“What is that?”
“Mmph…”
The second time, I pressed my mouth shut, but I could not completely stop the sound.
Noticing my unusual response, that wicked Devil deliberately began pressing only that spot.
Each time, my startled gasps grew louder.
Something was wrong.
The unfamiliar feeling twisting through my body frightened me.
I lowered my gaze to see for myself what was happening.
The Devil’s hand moving between my spread legs was rough, like crushing a ripe plum.
His coarse fingers slid through the scented oil and moved inside me.
The vibration from him repeatedly pressing one point made my groin stretch taut as my waist arched and twisted.
But what frightened me most was not the Devil’s hand moving inside me.
It was my cock lifting in response to the unfamiliar sensation sweeping through my entire body.
What had been limp was now filled with blood, twitching as it hardened.
That change made the identity of the unfamiliar feeling clear.
My heart pounded.
My senses sharpened, forcing my limbs to twist.
I knew the name of the sensation.
It was pleasure, strong enough to make my whole body tremble.
I was afraid of my body reacting without my will.
I had prepared myself to be ruined, but that preparation had only included pain and injury.
It had not included this.
This overwhelming pleasure flooding through my entire body was never something I had prepared for.
“S-stop…”
“Please stop…”
I clutched at the quilt and begged.
But the Devil had never been someone who granted what I wanted.
Veins stood out along the arm moving inside me.
His movements became rougher and more relentless.
The way he focused so frighteningly was something I had only seen on the battlefield.
His brow bone stood out, deepening the shadows around his eyes.
Within them, his red eyes burned hot.
Thirst rose in me, and cold sweat covered my body.
Was this what it felt like to fall from a distant cliff?
The fall was endless, with nowhere to place my feet.
I struggled with the leg draped over one of the Devil’s shoulders.
“Eek, hhk…!”
Wet sounds began to accompany the act of his hand moving inside my softened body.
It was not because of the scented oil I had applied.
That oil should have dried from his rough movements long ago.
Yet the flesh wrapping around the Devil’s hand grew wetter and wetter.
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