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Feeling mischievous, I teased the now-erect nipple with my tongue… then suddenly bit down.
“Ah!”
The sharp stimulus made his back arch slightly.
He leaned forward, and I felt the full weight of his body press down on me.
He had to be well over 100kg, and the pressure was intense.
Batista hugged me tight, smothering my face against his chest.
My nose and lips were completely squished into that soft warmth, sending blood rushing straight to my lower half.
I only opened my mouth to say something, but his chest muscles pressed into it.
When I turned my head, my nose accidentally brushed his areola.
My nose was flattening his nipple.
Each time it happened, Batista’s waist gave a little shudder.
The feeling of his scent hitting me from skin-to-skin contact was crazy erotic.
Being buried in his chest like this—how could anything be better…?
No, I can’t breathe! I started tapping his waist in panic, and finally he let me go.
Batista looked down at me like I was the most annoying person in the world.
“…You didn’t like it?”
Was it bad?
Or did I go too far touching his chest however I wanted?
I should’ve focused on making him feel good!
“Nah… It really feels good when you touch me.”
“Huh?”
“You’re surprisingly good at this.”
Ah—was that jealousy?
That actually made me happy.
Originally, Batista chose to be with me because I was skilled and could make him feel good—but now, if he’s getting jealous, doesn’t that mean he actually cares more?
That’s gotta mean things are way better between us now…
Wait. Hold on.
‘It feels good when you touch me,’ he said?
‘You’?
Then… does that mean someone else has touched him before?
When?!
Was it during the time we fought and weren’t together?
“…I see. I see… okay…”
Don’t panic! Don’t panic…!
He must’ve been really upset because of me, so maybe he impulsively wanted to see someone else!
Sex definitely feels good, and now that Batista knows how to enjoy it, too…
‘Who could it be…’
Who the hell is it?
In this countryside village, is there even a guy decent enough to catch Batista’s eye?
I’ve been here quite a while, and among all the faces I’ve seen, the only halfway-decent one was Gaspar.
Surely he didn’t just pick up some random stray in an emotional spiral without thinking things through… right?
No, he wouldn’t!
“I’m still the best, aren’t I? Huh?”
But seriously, there aren’t any decent men around here!
No matter how angry he was, what good comes from such self-destructive behavior?
Someone like Batista should be with someone as good-looking and strong as he is.
Then again… Batista has the right to choose whomever he wants.
If he picked someone, that person must’ve had something going for them.
Still, I’m jealous!
So damn jealous!
While I was wasting time sneaking around in some useless hibiscus mission, some other guy might’ve been touching Batista’s chest, sucking on it… Ugh!
I want to kill Gaspar!
To be fair, I’ve had way more experience in bed, so no matter who Batista fooled around with or how far he went, I shouldn’t really say anything.
“I’m never leaving your side again…”
So there’s no reason for you to even look at someone else.
“You’d better not.”
“Of course!”
But words aren’t enough.
I have to make him feel so good he won’t even think of anyone else.
I’ve got to give it everything I’ve got.
I pushed Batista down by the chest.
He looked a bit confused but let himself fall back easily.
At least when it comes to sex, he seems to go along with what I do, especially since he’s admitted it feels good.
But the thought of whoever gave him that idea—some random guy—just made my blood boil.
I grabbed his thick, muscular thighs and spread them apart.
His chest was already sucked on, his cock hard, his perineum, and his hole all laid bare before me.
Don’t tell me… he didn’t stop at just touching his chest?
No—thinking like that doesn’t help.
I grabbed his still-hard cock and stroked it firmly.
Pre-cum that had been sitting in his urethra oozed out.
His glans grew slick. I opened my hand and let the sticky fluid coat my palm, then wrapped it around him, slowly rotating my hand in circles.
“Ha… ngh.”
I saw it—Batista’s eyes clouding over with pleasure.
There’s no man alive who dislikes having his cock touched.
Not that I planned on stopping there.
His arousal was peaking, his eyes fluttering closed, his expression hazy.
Just as he was drowning in pleasure, I grabbed his ass and spread it wide.
His butt was as big as his build suggested—barely manageable with both hands.
His well-trained, rounded flesh was firmer than his chest.
Between his cheeks, the tight little hole was completely exposed.
It looked untouched, almost like no one had ever dared lay a hand on it before.
That alone made me feel better.
Maybe… I’m the only one who’s touched him here.
In that case, this too…
“W-What are…”
His voice trembled with confusion.
Instead of answering, I leaned in and ran my tongue across the puckered entrance.
His thick thighs jerked in response.
The cleft of his ass clenched—he was tensing up.
The feel of my tongue there must’ve been completely foreign.
“Hngh!”
A startled moan.
Cute.
Still tightly clenched, the ridges puckered.
I licked slowly.
The entrance twitched, flinching with every gentle touch.
With a bit more stimulation, it began to relax.
I suddenly pushed my tongue inside.
He gasped.
I didn’t let up and wriggled my tongue around.
His soft but firm inner walls pressed against me.
As I stirred inside with my hot, wet tongue, Batista’s body trembled.
His leg, pressed against me, had turned stiff as a rock.
He was tensing his body to endure the pleasure.
I didn’t hear any moans—but that’s probably because Batista was clamping his mouth shut to stop them from escaping.
That means he feels good.
And that’s all I need.
I let go of one cheek and reached down to grab his cock again.
It was soaked, slicker than before from all the stimulation.
The dripping glans showed just how much he’d felt.
I held the throbbing cock and stroked it.
I pumped and twisted my grip.
At the same time, I sucked on his now-loosened entrance.
Whenever I added pressure, the hole would clench in surprise.
Batista’s body jerked.
His massive frame started moving restlessly, making the old inn bed creak ominously under the strain.
The sound was dangerous, but that just added to the thrill.
“Ah—hngh… w-wait—”
The blankets shifted violently.
Batista kept lifting and lowering his hips, knocking things around with each impact.
The sheet had gone taut—he was gripping it so tightly it might rip.
So then—why should I listen to a “wait”?
I buried my face deeper between his cheeks, working only my mouth.
I didn’t forget to stroke his cock, now on the edge.
“R-Raul! Stop…!”
Rip— the sheet tore.
And at the same time, something wooden cracked nearby.
It was too loud to ignore, so I looked up.
Batista was glaring at me, face flushed.
Ah. He’s really embarrassed.
Cute.
So damn cute… I can’t believe I’m even looking at something other than his face in this situation.
But I can’t help it.
The headboard of the bed had cracked right down the middle.
It hadn’t fallen apart yet, but the two halves were wobbling, barely holding on.
“…I said stop.”
But still. Cute.
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