STM 117

There are countless adjectives that could describe that smile, but one of them was “sweet.” His beautiful golden eyes were already captivating, and he had to smile like that.

It was an appearance that made me disarm the moment I saw it. And my thoughts also came to a halt.

Funny enough, I felt a little smug for a moment. Those eyes and smiles were directed solely at me.

Ah, so that’s why people swarm to him like moths to a flame. They delude themselves into thinking that smile will always be theirs alone. And also, his voice was sweet.

“Then how much I think of you while I stroke and stroke again, cherishing it.”

This is a waste of voice. Using that honeyed tone to say something so filthy.

It was fortunate that I still had some sense left in me. He couldn’t have masturbated while thinking of me.

But among all the people who’d faced those eyes and that voice, was there anyone calm enough to doubt his intentions?

Even I, hearing those words now, felt a strange heat tickling my lower abdomen, and I almost ignored my reason.

I couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration. As expected of a Tubain native. But our world, too, is a pervert paradise, even more so than anyone else’s, we just don’t reveal it. I smiled and replied.

“Then try it. I want to see with my own eyes whether it’s hard enough to treat me properly.”

His lips curved deeper. What a beautiful smile. A command mixed with laughter rang through my ears as I let my guard down.

“Then I’ll leave it in your hands.”

How much further could this go?

“Should I bow my head or something?”

“Tell me exactly what you want. How do you want me to move?”

Make me say it out loud? I barely managed to suppress another burst of laughter. Instead, I looked at him straight in the eye and did as he asked.

“Unbutton your pants.”

But this time too, he didn’t do as I said.

“Please.”

“Hm?”

“You said ‘please,’ right?”

“……Please unbutton it.”

A twinkle of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. Upon seeing this, a sense of foreboding washed over me. With a face like that, he’s definitely the type who leans into dominance.

Damn it, we shouldn’t be so compatible. The worries that had surfaced melted away like midsummer ice cream at his movements.

The clothes here didn’t have zippers, so they were fastened with zigzag strings or by attaching multiple buttons. Tairok’s pants had buttons.

He stood on his knees and reached into his trousers. Each time he unbuttoned, the front of his trousers gradually parted.

But there was an obstacle: the hem of his shirt tucked into his pants. I’d opened one door only to find another, my anticipation fizzled.

“I can’t see it.”

“So?”

“Move your shirt out of the way.…please.”

He grinned, lifted his short tunic-like shirt, and pulled it over his head. He tossed it carelessly, but what caught my eye was a muscular, broad torso.

He was like a sculpture. Even though his body type was the complete opposite of my taste, I was so captivated by him that I couldn’t help but admire him. And it didn’t end there.

His hands were unbuttoning the last button of his trousers again. Through the gaping slit, his underwear was visible. I still couldn’t see it, but its presence was evident.

A long shaft stretched down to his right leg. It wasn’t even fully erect yet, but it was enormous. Wait, am I the one who’s supposed to take that?

“You said you wanted to see? Are you scared?”

“No.”

The denial came out like an automatic reflex. Why would I be afraid…?

The indignant retort died inside me the moment I saw the sight before me. His hand had already loosened the drawstring of his underwear, pulled out his genitals, and held them in his hand.

Not only was it too long to fit in his large hand, it was also quite thick. Crazy, it was as big as my forearm. Everything really had turned to dick.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Keep begging.”

A request becomes a plea, and now it’s begging? I could actually beg with genuine enjoyment, but I couldn’t give in so easily.

I had to at least make him want to sleep with me again. People always crave what they can’t have next time.

Let him burn with frustration, let it not go his way. So instead of begging, I lowered my gaze and asked.

“Is it hot?”

I didn’t hear any response, but I didn’t care and muttered after a while.

“I like it hot.”

And then I slowly raised my eyes and met golden ones that were dark with heat as expected.

“Touch it.”

“If the Grand Duke begs.”

A big smile appeared on his lips.

“I’m already on my knees in front of you. Haven’t I been begging this whole time and you didn’t notice?”

I barely managed to suppress my laughter at his shameless response.

“I was distracted by something else.”

I muttered, lowering my gaze slightly. The pillar still in his hand now looked solid at first glance. Just looking at it made my throat itch, and a burning heat spread through my mouth. Then, a low voice, as small as mine, asked.

“Is it okay if I just beg?”

“Of course.”

“Then check if it’s hot. With your mouth.”

Ha, this time I couldn’t hold it in and burst out in a hearty laugh. Then, without realizing it, I licked my lips, and his gaze fell on my mouth. Wow, his eyes are hotter than his dick.

“It’s too big, I don’t like it.”

“Don’t be scared, it’s hot enough for you to like.”

Then, he began to slowly move his hand up and down the penis. Because it was so large, his hand had a wide range of movement.

Even though I was terrified by its size, that primal movement flipped a switch inside me. No matter what anyone says, nothing turns you on like direct stimulation to the genitals.

My heart started beating fast, so I didn’t resist him as he leaned closer to me, took my hand and guided it to his penis.

Soon, soft skin touched my hand, and I felt its firmness. But the most noticeable sensation was heat. Hotter than I expected.

“Move it.”

A husky whisper commanded. But before I could move my hand, his hand covering mine moved first. I felt uncomfortable under his grip, but I didn’t pull away.

I was so captivated by Tairok’s reaction that I didn’t have time to think about it. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. His chest heaved as he exhaled a deep breath.

“Ha.”

The sound tickled my ears like a pleasant excitement. It was hard to take my eyes off the sight of his candid expression of pleasure.

The silence of conversation was replaced by the sound of his genitals rubbing against my hand and his breaths. It was clearly him who was being stimulated, but strangely, I found myself out of breath as I watched his reaction.

So when his eyes opened and his intense golden irises looked at me, I felt a little embarrassed. I thought if he looked into my eyes now, he would immediately know my condition.

As expected, he sensed the heat rising inside me. I immediately erected a wall.

“No kissing.”

His hand, which was moving while holding mine, stopped.

“I haven’t done it yet.”

“You’re going to do it, right?”

His eyes were fierce like a wolf’s, but there was a gentle smile on his lips.

“I’m already on my knees.”

Despite his gentle voice, his hands grabbed my thighs and spread them apart without warning. Then, he strode towards me on his knees and burrowed between my legs.

His massive penis stood erect, facing upwards, even without a hand holding it. Perhaps due to the rush of blood, it was dark red, and thick veins protruded outward in a jagged pattern.

But it’s so incredibly huge. The thought of having to hold it was terrifying, but I was also curious.

What would it feel like?

I couldn’t hide my curiosity. For a while now, my rear had been twitching, ticklish, against my will. It was as if my body, knowing the taste of dick, was eager to swallow it.

“The only thing needed to treat my ankle is Your Grace’s cock.”

“No.”

No? When I looked puzzled, he smiled as if I were adorable.

“No matter how big or how tempting my dick is, I’m the one moving it. My waist, my hips, my legs, my shoulders, my arms, my head. And my lips too.”

“Just get it hard. I’ll be the one moving, what’s the problem?”

“With this waist?”

His voice was laced with laughter, as if he found it ridiculous. His hand, resting on my waist, slid under my clothes.

He grabbed my bare skin and pulled me towards him. He had already squeezed between my legs, so he had to spread them even wider.

I’d always been between someone else’s legs, never spreading them myself, so it felt awkward. He must have taken my twisting as a rejection, because I immediately heard a low command.

“Stay still.”

I paused involuntarily at the scary voice, but soon he added a word.

“Please.”

I was so shocked that I looked up to him and he whispered seriously.

“Let’s kiss.”

“No, I do not want.”

“Please.”