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As the vibrations spread, heating up his insides, Zeroth grasped the end of the toy and teasingly rocked it back and forth.
“Ahn—! Hngh!”
Sylvian’s body was experiencing its first toy, making the shock hit even harder.
The vibration resonated against his inner walls, causing his eyes to flush red.
“Haa-ahk!”
It was so big that every time Zeroth pushed it in, it struck his prostate with such force that his toes curled involuntarily.
“I-I was wrong! Hhk! Ahhng!”
The vibrations came from below, but his head pounded as if it were echoing inside.
Sylvian clung desperately to Zeroth, sobbing uncontrollably.
The way his legs were sprawled open didn’t matter in the slightest.
“Huuhng! Uhh-it! I was wrong! Master! Uwaahh!”
Zeroth pressed a kiss to Silvian’s head as he clung to his robe, letting out a broken moan.
Each time the transparent dildo moved, the vivid red walls inside Silvian followed, stretching and tightening around it—a sight that only heightened Zeroth’s pleasure.
“Well then, shall we beg for forgiveness with that lovely throat? And let’s make sure to train your chest at the same time.”
Silvian trembled violently at Zeroth’s words, sensing that he had no intention of granting forgiveness.
He forced himself upright, his body shaking.
“Hngh… I-I was wrong… Hic… I know I was wrong…”
“Shouldn’t you understand just how wrong you were, so you won’t make the same mistake next time, my dear?”
Zeroth, suppressing his amusement, firmly grasped Sylvian’s hips as he leaned back against the headboard and loosened his robe.
Sylvian’s face crumpled in distress at the sight of Zeroth’ length, lying limp and unenthused—so unlike usual.
“Mmh!”
The vibrating dildo let out a whining hum, urging him on, as if asking why he wasn’t moving faster.
“If you beg for forgiveness with all your heart, wouldn’t my mood improve much sooner?”
Haa—
At his words, Sylvian hesitated for a moment before taking Zeroth’s length into his mouth.
He couldn’t take it all at once, so he used his hands to guide it in little by little.
“Mm!”
When his pace slowed, a voice from below urged him, asking if he couldn’t do it properly.
As the vibrations intensified, he tightened his lips and sucked harder.
“Hngh!”
The dildo, which had only been vibrating in place, suddenly started moving back and forth on its own, pressing against his inner walls.
Zeroth hadn’t even touched it!
“Mmph!”
“Don’t pull away. It moves on its own—it’s a magic tool.”
A world with magic really did have its own kind of adult toys.
Forced to acknowledge the convenience of magic firsthand, Sylvian returned to taking Zeroth into his mouth, moving his head rhythmically.
As he began to adjust, Zeroth’s length gradually hardened in response.
“Haa…! Mm…!”
Silvian’s body trembled uncontrollably, filled to the brim from both ends.
He let out a shallow breath, parting his jaw wider to take Zeroth’s length deeper into his throat.
“Do you think Master would allow me to use your cunt like this? My filthy little bitch doesn’t seem like she’d be satisfied with just this.”
Zeroth deliberately let the obscene words spill from his lips.
Silvian glanced up at him for a brief moment before squeezing his eyes shut.
His gaze had drifted downward—toward his chest.
Trembling fingers found a small nipple, pinching lightly.
“Kh…! Hhk…! Ugh…! Hah…!”
He gasped for air whenever he could, swallowing each breath as the air allowed.
Finally, he gathered strength in his fingers and firmly grasped his own nipple, already standing taut with anticipation, even to his own eyes.
“Hngh!”
Both above and below tightened at the same time.
Zeroth chuckled as he watched Sylvian, who was gripping his chest while his throat constricted.
For someone who had been so afraid just moments ago, the way he touched himself, shaking his head and hips, was utterly satisfying.
“Mmnh!”
A choking sensation filled his throat, making him nearly gag, but his body moved faster than his mind.
His pheromone-drenched body urged him forward in pursuit of pleasure.
As he opened his mouth wide, a sharp sting shot through his lips, as if they might tear apart, and Zeroth’s cock plunged deep into his throat.
The scent he once found revolting now felt overwhelmingly delicious, enough to make his stomach churn with hunger.
He wanted to swallow Zeroth’s cum immediately, to fill the emptiness gnawing at his belly.
“Mmgh!”
Slap.
“Hik!”
Zeroth’s hand landed on Sylvian’s shoulder, as if telling him to do it properly.
Unlike before, it wasn’t a painful reprimand.
Sylvian flinched for a moment but quickly regained his composure.
He hurriedly opened his mouth and moved his hands again.
His mind was hazy, too dazed to remember that he was supposed to act clumsy in front of Zeroth.
But his body, ever obedient, fumbled on its own.
Overwhelmed with excitement, his hands wouldn’t move properly.
He couldn’t quite grasp the stiffened nipples, only clumsily pinching them without skill.
“Hngh—! Ah…! Nngh!”
The dildo buried inside him didn’t just vibrate—it twisted, spun, and moved back and forth.
Ah… someone, please spare me.
It wasn’t like an aphrodisiac had been used, but the hole below tingled.
Every time the dildo moved, scraping against the inner walls, moans spilled out.
“If Master gives you milk, you’ll be able to drink it well again, right?”
Remembering how he had swallowed it without thinking not long ago, he nodded.
Zeroth began moving his hips in earnest.
“Mmph! Ngh…!”
His twisted hair was yanked, sending a sharp sting through his scalp, but his body craved pleasure far more than pain.
“Now, my wife. Enjoy your meal.”
“Hngh! Khhk!”
He tried to resist the liquid pouring directly down his throat, but the insatiable pleasure was the real problem.
Sylvian swallowed every last drop of what Zeroth spilled inside him.
“Hnngh! Mm!”
As he took in Zeroth’ release, his own spilled over as well.
“My, to finish without your master’s permission…”
Sylvian could hear the brutal sounds coming from above, but he was too busy sucking the massive cock again.
Sluurp.
Sluurp.
More. More.
He wanted to be filled completely with him.
His pleasure-clouded eyes flickered upward.
“No matter how much you suck, you can only have milk once a day.”
Sluurp.
“You should clean up the cock that gave you milk and say thank you, shouldn’t you?”
At Zeroth’s command, Sylvian, who had been holding the member in his mouth, let it go, his tongue flicking out instinctively, forgetting all shame.
“M-Milk…! Hic. Th-Thank you! Ngh…!”
As if asking for praise, he rested his face against Zeroth’s thigh.
Seeing that, Zeroth pulled him up and captured his lips in a kiss.
The taste was sharp, but not unpleasant.
Today, he had released his pheromones in a much heavier concentration than usual, making Sylvian completely lose himself.
Would he snap out of it if he were struck in this state?
A sadistic curiosity welled up.
“Hngh… Hic. M-Master…”
At the end of a long kiss, Zeroth ignored the desperate plea to take care of the problem below.
“Haa, ngh! Ahh!”
Instead, he pressed firmly against one of the swollen, taut nipples.
As he twisted and pinched it as if crushing it, liquid spurted up from below.
“You keep wetting yourself without permission. I suppose you need to be punished.”
“Haaang! Please! Sob, sob!”
The sight of him spilling tears without understanding the meaning of his words was delightful.
Desperately wanting to take the dildo deeper, he kept lifting his hips restlessly atop his thighs.
Smack!
“Ah! Ahhk!”
His eyes widened in shock, yet his body trembled as if welcoming even that sensation.
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