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Zeroth’s long fingers deliberately grazed a sensitive spot.

Sylvian’s legs almost gave out, but the firm hold Zeroth had on his waist kept him from collapsing.

“I should… seek help, ugh, seek help.”

“That’s the correct answer.”

“Ahhh!”

Zeroth looked down at Sylvian, whose h*le was being stretched under his hand, with a satisfied expression.

Watching through a mirror was nice, but seeing the flushed, quivering flesh directly was even more appetizing.

“Can you truly do it well?”

“Yes! Yes!”

Sylvian nodded frantically, his golden hair swaying beautifully in the air.

He desperately hoped Zeroth wouldn’t stop and would finally take him.

The punishment seemed to be over.

Now, all he wanted was for Zeroth to claim him properly.

The teasing, shallow touches were driving him mad.

Even though Zeroth occasionally thrust deep, his fingers couldn’t substitute for the thick, long c*ck he truly craved.

“Ahh!”

“Tsk.”

When Sylvian’s trembling hands finally gave out, letting go of his grip on Zeroth’s shoulders, he heard a click of disapproval from above.

“Please…”

“My dear?”

“Master.”

Before he could collapse entirely, Zeroth held him securely, lifting his limp body effortlessly.

Holding Sylvian at his side without the slightest hint of strain, Zeroth’ fingers kept moving busily, probing deeply.

With each motion of Zeroth’ wrist, soft moans continually escaped from Sylvian’s lips.

‘”I can’t tell if this is punishment or reward anymore.”

Zeroth smirked as he watched the slick fluids flow down Sylvian’s thighs.

While Sylvian feared physical punishment, his body was undeniably sensitive to sexual touch.

Even the slightest contact made him whimper, providing a particular pleasure in teasing him.

From the start, Zeroth had deliberately released pheromones to set the mood.

Though Sylvian was too overwhelmed by the thought of punishment to notice, his body was responding earnestly to the pheromones.

Even now, his body flushed red and tightened around the intrusion.

“Eek!”

“At this rate, an examination will be difficult. Can’t you stand up for it?”

“I can, I can…”

Drip.

Tears fell from Sylvian’s eyes, soaking the floor.

Do something, anything.

Dangling from Zeroth, Sylvian desperately hoped.

Once the punishment was over, there was nothing left to fear.

He only needed to feel a bit embarrassed and enjoy Zeroth.

“Master, Master.”

“My dear, can you take me while standing?”

“Y-yes.”

Zeroth stood Sylvian up, seeing his answer falter without confidence.

Sylvian’s reflection in the mirror was enticing, his body heated and ready.

“Hold onto the mirror.”

At Zeroth’ command, Sylvian stretched out his arms to grip the sides of the mirror, steady and unmoving, suggesting it was firmly fixed.

“Do you need to pee?”

Zeroth asked playfully, eyeing Sylvian’s now erect member.

“…”

“Embarrassed?”

This bastard always…

Sylvian held back his tears, giving a small nod.

“Then you should ask for permission, shouldn’t you?”

“I’m, I’m still okay…”

Avoiding Zeroth’ gaze, Sylvian’s hesitant reply trailed off, causing Zeroth to chuckle softly.

Sylvian sensed something was off in his laughter.

“Then I should feed you first, or maybe not. You’re feeling it so much that you’re forgetting it’s examination time.”

Spreading Sylvian’s pale buttocks, Zeroth taunted again.

With each rise of shame and distress in Sylvian’s eyes, he felt his hunger drain more rapidly.

It seemed he wouldn’t be satisfied until he devoured this innocent, tearful omega whole.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s why I must examine your purity. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Each mumbled response from Sylvian’s small mouth made Zeroth want to bite him.

Zeroth slowly slid into Sylvian’s trembling body.

“Ah! Ah, ngh!”

“Does it hurt?”

As Sylvian gripped the mirror, whimpering, Zeroth cautiously asked.

He had taken care to prepare Sylvian thoroughly, easing the discomfort more than usual.

“Sniff, sniff.”

So good.

Tears streaming, Sylvian shivered.

Why did he transmigrate here?

Why does it have to be SM?

He just wanted to enjoy it for a while, but this ‘while’ is taking too long to end.

Stars burst before Sylvian’s eyes as Zeroth filled him, the tight space pressing deep within him.

Even without movement, the deepest parts of his walls were being stimulated.

“Hah! Ugh!”

Soon, Zeroth began to thrust his hips.

Sylvian could feel his walls stretch with each movement, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

“Eek! I, ngh!”

He wanted to call out to Zeroth, but fear of reprimand kept him silent.

“Ngh! M-master.”

“You should call me master.”

“M-master.”

Each forceful thrust elicited cries of “master” from Sylvian, unable to utter Zeroth’ name.

“My dear, open your eyes.”

“Sniff?”

As they were swaying in the midst of their intense act, Zeroth called out to Sylvian with a smile.

Opening his tear-streaked eyes, Sylvian saw his precarious reflection in the mirror, standing on tiptoe as Zeroth penetrated him.

The sight was explicit.

Thick fluid dripped from Sylvian’s erection, splattering onto the mirror.

“Ah, ugh.”

“Are you aroused again by seeing yourself?”

The overly lewd sight made Sylvian clench tightly below, prompting Zeroth to reach out and grip his erection firmly.

“Ah!”

“You said you were still fine. Are you holding out until I allow it? If you come without permission, you know you’ll be punished again.”

“Ugh!”

As Zeroth spoke, his large hand lightly gripped and stroked Sylvian’s member.

Sylvian’s waist trembled and whined under the movements.

He could no longer hold back, turning to press his lips against Zeroth’s jaw.

“M-master. I-I need to pee, ugh, like a b*tch in heat.”

Even as he said it, the words were terribly humiliating.

Sylvian’s face flushed redder than the sunset.

“Hnn.”

It seemed like he would be granted release at any moment.

Sylvian, trembling with need, clutched at Zeroth’s arms, held back by Zeroth who covered his mouth.

“Haa!”

“Ask properly again, my lady.”

“Hic. Master, please let me pee like a b*tch.”

Bastard, seriously.

With his eyes tightly shut, Sylvian, bombarded from both front and back, had no choice but to say what Zeroth wanted.

“Well done.”

“Ah, why! Ugh!”

Even as he praised Sylvian, Zeroth didn’t release his grip on his member.

Instead, he plunged deeper into Sylvian.

“Hnngh! Ah! Ugh!”

Pleasure surged through Sylvian’s body like an electric current from his toes.

He felt like he might really explode.

Fear and excitement began to swirl chaotically in Sylvian’s eyes.

“Ugh!”

Zeroth’s deep thrusts sped up.

“Ugh!”

Splurt.

Drip.

Just when it seemed he couldn’t breathe or think, the release began.

“Hnn, hnn.”

Drip.

Drip.

The s*men, forcibly contained, shot out rapidly as soon as a small gap appeared.

It splattered not only on the mirror in front but also on Sylvian’s and Zeroth’s bodies.

“My wife makes such a fuss even when peeing,” Zeroth’s voice, tinged with laughter, reached Sylvian’s ears, but he had no strength to retort.

‘Wow, I thought I was going to fly away.’

Leaning weakly against Zeroth, Sylvian was replaying the new world he had just experienced.

It was the first time pleasure had overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Though he was the type to move with excitement during such acts, this was something else entirely.

“Hnn. Hnn.”

“It seems standing any longer would be difficult.”

As Sylvian leaned against Zeroth, catching his breath, Zeroth suddenly began to move.

Without pulling out, each of Zeroth’s movements jabbed his still sensitive member inside Sylvian.

Struggling to escape by flailing his legs only heightened the stimulation.

“Ah, ugh. It’s too much, ugh. Stop.”

“Are you planning to end it here when your husband hasn’t even enjoyed his pleasure yet?”

“……”

“I still need to fill your womb with my seed.”

Zeroth pressed down on Sylvian’s small lower abdomen, which rose slightly with each poke.

“Ah! No, you can’t.”

“Does this feel good?”

He lifted Sylvian’s legs and placed his hand between Sylvian’s thighs, pressing on the lower abdomen with each movement.

“Ahh!”

“Since you haven’t received your master’s seed yet, your duty as a wife is not complete.”

Zeroth was even more moved by Sylvian’s teary white face.

He probably didn’t realize how much his face was fueling Zeroth’s desire to torment him.

With a playful voice, Zeroth teased Sylvian as he approached the bed.

“Shall we continue from behind today?”

Sylvian shook his head urgently, but Zeroth climbed onto the bed, supporting himself on his knees.

As Sylvian was pulled forward, he naturally ended up in a prone position.

“Z-Zeroth.”

Smack.

Oh dear.

Though he knew he shouldn’t hit him, he lightly smacked Sylvian’s bottom whenever he called out his name.

“Ah!”

“You should call me ‘Master.'”

“Y-Yes!”

Sylvian’s tensed body clenched tightly around his member once again.

“You’ll keep squeezing prettily until your womb is filled with my seed, understand?”

“Y-Yes,” he responded, his voice mixed with tears.

Zeroth seemed satisfied as he slowly pulled his member back and thrust forward.

“Ahh!”

Even though he felt it so intensely, why was he still afraid?

Though Zeroth didn’t intentionally scold him, each time he pushed deeper, small amounts of fluid leaked from Sylvian’s little member.

“If you were to meet another Alpha, how sad would I be? So, I’ll mold you to fit my shape, so that anyone who sees you will know you belong to me.”

Sylvian could only nod, unable to sclimax, letting out only breathy moans as his arms gave out beneath him.

His slender back trembled under Zeroth’s intense kisses, as he raised his hips to receive him.

“Ahh! Ahh!”

Sylvian, completely drained, clutched the sheets, moaning softly.

Each squeeze of his lower half echoed wet sounds throughout the room.

Only after Zeroth filled him several times with his hot seed could Sylvian finally be released from his grasp.
His body felt powerless.

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