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The weight of his legs on my hips made my heart race uncontrollably.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like it—far from it.

My entire body was on fire with excitement.

But seriously.

This is Zerbin.

With his legs wrapped around me.

The heat of his bare skin, the firm grip of his muscles—it was dizzying.

The meaning behind his actions was clear.

Just like he’d asked earlier, he wanted me to put it in.

Despite having no experience, he was practically urging me on.

I was losing my mind.

Sure, he might not know what it feels like yet, and it might hurt at first because of my size, but…

“Aren’t you going to do it?”

His face turned red as he struggled to answer, his lips moving soundlessly.

No, I can’t. I have to say it!

“Um, the back isn’t a p*ssy, so it doesn’t get wet… which means I can’t just put it in right away. I have to prepare it first.”

The gaze directed at me felt sharp.

What was that?

That “you’re so clueless” look?

But this time, I only said something sensible!

However, I couldn’t refuse Zerbin.

“I-I’ll do it quickly!”

Panicked, I looked around and grabbed the gel I had prepared earlier.

My hands were still trembling slightly, so more of the sticky substance than I expected spilled out.

I brought my now-slick hand to Zerbin’s thighs.

‘I’m about to… touch the hero’s assh*le.’

There was no other choice now. I’d already said I’d do it quickly.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I touched the closed entrance.

With my wet fingers, I rubbed the wrinkled area.

I figured it would be better to proceed slowly rather than shoving something in and causing discomfort due to the unfamiliar sensation.

As I began directly touching the back, I felt Zerbin’s body tense up. Just as I thought.

I traced the entrance lightly, gauging his reaction, and paused.

It was softer than I expected, almost delicate.

When my finger brushed against it, the entrance slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of red, tender flesh.

Wait a minute.

Could it be…?

Overwhelmed with surprise, I forgot my intention to proceed slowly and hastily pushed my index finger inside.

To my astonishment, it slid in smoothly.

Stunned by the realization, my body froze.

‘Did he prepare himself?’

When?

While washing up?

Did he touch himself?

Zerbin?

The hero?

A cold sensation ran through my chest, followed by a wave of heat rushing to my face.

Even though he suggested this himself, wasn’t he being a bit too proactive?

Why didn’t he let me do it if he knew what to do!

My heart pounded so hard that it felt like all the strength was leaving my body.

Now I understood why Zerbin kept telling me to put it in.

He must have been frustrated, having gone to the trouble of preparing himself only to have me hesitating.

There was no denying it anymore.

Zerbin must have genuinely wanted to try something new, regardless of gender or roles.

He had likely resolved to put up with my fumbling, yet I was making things frustrating for him by trembling like this.

I felt deeply sorry.

If that’s the case, I couldn’t just sit still.

I should apologize and do my best!

Fortunately, I had brought along something else with the gel, just in case.

I was glad I prepared.

Picking up a leather pouch from the bedside, I untied the string.

“What’s that?”

Zerbin lifted his head slightly and asked.

“I’m going to show you something fun. Since you’ve trusted me with this!”

“Fun…?”

“Yep, even beginners use this often.”

Zerbin glanced at the pouch before laying back down.

Since he didn’t object, I took that as permission.

From the leather pouch, a few small, round beads rolled out.

I touched the sticky, squishy beads in my palm, lost in thought for a moment.

‘Would one be enough? Then again, this is Zerbin we’re talking about. One might be too boring.’

Alright, two it is.

I selected two tiny beads, each about the size of a fingernail, and returned the rest to the pouch.

Zerbin spread his legs a bit wider.

I matched his enthusiasm, but my heart still raced as I handled the situation.

Could I really look between the hero’s legs?

Especially at the slick, glistening entrance prepared with gel…

But I had to, since Zerbin himself had willingly opened his legs.

I should feel honored that the hero had lowered his guard in front of me!

Trying to calm my pounding heart, I spread the relaxed entrance.

Inside, I inserted the two beads.

Zerbin’s c*ck was still standing, twitching slightly and leaking precum, but there wasn’t much reaction yet.

That made sense—they were just tiny beads, after all.

More confidently this time, I pushed my index finger in.

The loosened entrance allowed not only my index finger but also my middle finger to slide in smoothly.

Imagining Zerbin preparing himself in the bath made my face flush again.

I tried my best to erase the thought.

My fingers slid in easily, but the inner walls, unaccustomed to a foreign presence, tightened instinctively.

Thanks to Zerbin’s prior preparation, it wasn’t overwhelming.

The sensation of the snug, pulsating walls pressing against my fingers was downright lewd.

‘I hope he likes it.’

Gently, I rolled the beads deeper inside with my fingers.

Zerbin’s body shifted slightly, seemingly restless from the movement.

When I felt they were adequately placed, I withdrew my fingers.

Now, it was time.

“Ahh… ugh!”

There it was.

“Haa… wh-what is this…?”

Those beads, once inside, swell up.

Strictly speaking, it’s not a bead but an egg.

Not just any egg, but the egg of a magical beast.

Calling it by its proper name feels a bit strange, so it’s simply referred to as a bead.

Of course, there are no side effects.

I wouldn’t use something harmful on Zerbin.

It’s an unfertilized egg, so there’s no risk of it hatching.

It’s actually a commonly used toy.

It’s a simple way to try something new and unique… and more importantly:

“It’s, ahh, hot… inside…”

Since it’s from a particular type of magical beast, it has a stimulating effect.

This type of egg originates from magical beasts that use humans soaked in their bodily fluids as hosts.

The fluids from such beasts are so potent that they’re addictive, making their distribution illegal.

However, small eggs like this are fine.

They contain only trace amounts of the fluid, enough to create a brief, intense sensation without lingering effects.

It’s often used to ease discomfort during first-time s*x.

Zerbin’s expression tightened, seemingly surprised by the changes in his body.

His breath, already heated, grew more ragged.

Feeling proud that the bead was doing its job, I noted how his gasping sounded provocative.

“That’s how it’s supposed to feel. Isn’t it good?”

“Sup…posed to? Ahh…”

Zerbin’s trembling gaze suddenly turned sharp. It was rare to read his thoughts, but anyone could see he was clearly displeased.

I tensed up immediately.

Is this not working?

Does he not like it?

Then I’ll have to make it better.

I grasped his hips, massaging them gently to help the bead move more freely inside.

His firm, round hips felt perfect under my hands, their texture almost too good to handle.

“Ahh!”

A louder moan escaped as his well-toned body shuddered.

It seemed the bead had pressed against just the right spot inside.

His previously sharp eyes softened visibly, melting under the sensation.

So provocative… Meeting his gaze made my head feel foggy.

I needed to make him feel even better.

But then, for the first time, Zerbin pulled away from me.

“This… haah… isn’t… okay.”

His voice was completely broken.

His body twitched sporadically, likely due to the bead’s persistent pressure inside.

He squeezed his eyes shut as if trying to regain control, but his trembling eyelids betrayed him.

“This isn’t right.”

I thought the same.

The sight of his flushed, tear-dampened eyes was just too overwhelming.

The usually intimidating glare of his sharp eyes had softened, surrendering to pleasure he wasn’t used to, leaving him visibly flustered and unsure.

It was… truly indecent.

I wanted to pin Zerbin down instantly and shove my c*ck into him.

I wanted to hear his tearful voice saying it wasn’t okay.

Resist.

I lowered my head.

Even I was breathing raggedly in an unbecoming way.

My head buzzed loudly.

I gripped the bedsheets, trying to suppress the urge to pounce on Zerbin immediately.

Even closing my eyes, the obscene image of his body lingered before me, and I tried desperately to erase it.

He said no… he doesn’t want it.

Zerbin doesn’t want it. If the hero says no, I shouldn’t do it.

I need to stop.

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