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Ashard had known Eren’s beauty surpassed even that of women, but seeing him like this—perched above him, making such lewd expressions—was beyond intoxicating.
He tried desperately to cling to reason, but it was only natural for that thread to snap.
“That expression of yours is cheating.”
If he walked outside looking like that, anyone would pounce on him.
His plump, flushed cheeks, his half-lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted from their earlier kisses—everything about his soft, delicate body was a temptation just to touch.
The mere thought of someone else seeing Eren like this sent a storm of rage crashing through him.
With that innocent face dripping with sensuality, Ashard briefly considered locking him away where only he could see.
Unaware of Ashard’s growing possessiveness, Eren shyly averted his gaze.
For some reason, being stared at so intensely made him unbearably embarrassed.
“There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t beautiful.”
“…You—how can you say such embarrassing things—”
“Especially down here.”
“Hah…?!”
The fingers that had only teased the entrance suddenly pushed deep inside.
Normally, Eren would have argued back at Ashard’s words, but the unexpected intrusion left him trembling, his body shuddering violently.
The mouth that usually chattered nonstop could only spill weak, breathy moans.
The constant bickering wasn’t bad, but this—the way Eren cried out—suited Ashard’s tastes far more.
“Tighter than I expected. You’ll have to try a little harder, Eren.”
“Like—hah—trying will even—Ah!”
Another finger pressed in, stretching the tight space.
Eren bit down hard on his lip, stifling a moan.
He clenched so fiercely that a thin line of blood welled up on his soft pink lips.
“I told you not to hold back.”
Ashard stroked Eren’s lips, stopping him from biting down again.
His thick thumb brushed gently over the wounded flesh, making Eren’s lips quiver faintly at the slight sting.
“If you need to bite something, use my shoulder.”
Eren’s eyes widened at the unexpected offer.
He tried to refuse, but another deep thrust forced a gasp from him—and before he knew it, his teeth sank into Ashard’s shoulder.
“W-Wait—you can’t just—hah—spread me—!”
As if determined to widen the tight passage, Ashard scissored his fingers inside.
The warm, velvety walls clenched around him, resisting at first, but gradually, Eren’s body began to soften, growing pliant under his touch.
Unconsciously, Eren bit down harder.
Not that his weak bite could hurt Ashard much, but soon enough, Ashard pulled away—not because of the pain, but because it blocked his view of Eren’s face.
Instead, he slipped his own fingers between Eren’s lips.
“Bite down on these instead. I’m going to put something else in you now.”
“……”
Too overwhelmed to process his words, Eren could only tremble as Ashard watched him intently.
Reaching under the desk, Ashard pulled out a spade-shaped artifact, about the length of a handspan.
He gave Eren’s hip a reassuring pat before slowly withdrawing his fingers.
“……?”
“Don’t look so disappointed.”
“A-Ashard! When did I ever—hyah?!”
Eren’s protest was cut short as something thick and unyielding pushed inside, stretching him far wider than fingers ever could.
Worse, the strange object pulsed within him, releasing an unknown liquid that flooded his insides.
“W-What did you—hah—put in me…?”
The cold fluid filled him to the brim, so much that even as the artifact plugged him tightly, excess liquid seeped out, dripping obscenely. It almost looked like—
“You’ll adjust soon. Just bear with it a little longer.”
Eren stared at Ashard in disbelief—until he felt it.
The wetness between his legs wasn’t just from the artifact anymore.
His own body was responding, slickness pooling beneath him, his smooth, hairless skin growing sticky.
Realization dawned on him, his face flushing deeper by the second.
“Don’t tell me this is—!”
“Just a temporary measure so you won’t get hurt. The effects will wear off by tomorrow.”
Ashard’s hand, which had been stroking Eren’s cock, finally pulled away—revealing thin streaks of cum spilling down his wrist.
Eren stammered in shock, but Ashard barely listened, instead licking his palm clean.
“Why are you licking that?!”
“Every other part of you is sweet. I wondered if this would be too.”
And it was.
Unlike the usual bitterness, Eren’s release carried a faint, almost sugary taste.
His lips had been sweet enough to lose himself in—but this was an unexpected surprise.
While Ashard savored it, Eren flustered, grabbing his wrist in a futile attempt to stop him.
Of course, with their difference in strength, it was pointless.
“That expression is cute too, but I think I prefer this one.”
“What are you—haah! Ah!”
Before Eren could protest, a sharp cry tore from his lips—the artifact inside him had been yanked out in one swift motion.
Ashard’s eyes darkened as he watched Eren’s face twist in pleasure, his body shuddering violently.
The stretched hole twitched, now loose enough to take Ashard’s length, dripping so much that his light-colored pants were visibly soaked.
“If you’re done with the top, let’s get these off too.”
“…You could’ve done that yourself.”
He claimed he didn’t have the strength to lift a finger, yet he’d long since stripped me bare.
Eren stared at Ashard with eyes stretched wide, his flushed cheeks a stark contrast to his expression.
The way he pouted, almost like he was throwing a tantrum, drew a low chuckle from Ashard.
“I’d prefer if you undressed me yourself.”
“……”
“And if you put it in yourself after undressing me, even better.”
That sly, teasing smile. Eren hesitated briefly before slowly unbuckling Ashard’s pants.
Even at a glance, the size was overwhelming.
Without even processing how much larger it might look in reality, Eren unconsciously swallowed hard.
Part of it was nerves—this was his first time—but the fact that his partner was Ashard, not the protagonists he’d never wanted, sent goosebumps prickling across his skin.
As he tugged lightly at the waistband of Ashard’s underwear, the massive shaft trapped inside sprang free with a thwump.
The fully erect length bobbed against Ashard’s abs, and Eren’s eyes widened to the point of disbelief.
His blue eyes, once brimming with anticipation, were now filled with sheer shock.
“……”
Eren’s gaze wavered, then hardened as if he’d made up his mind.
He began pulling the underwear back up.
“I told you to take them off, so why are you putting them back on?”
“…I think this really shouldn’t be out in the open.”
The sheer girth was impossible to wrap even one hand around, and the length rivaled the size of his forearm.
It wasn’t a size any human should possess.
No matter how heated the atmosphere was, no matter how much he’d regret stopping now—this was not a size he could accept.
“Then it just needs to go inside.”
Ashard gripped his thick shaft and aligned it with Eren’s trembling entrance.
The slick arousal dripping down coated his length as he pressed forward.
The moment Ashard’s cock touched him, Eren’s hips jerked reflexively.
The monstrous member pushed in slowly, stretching him open.
Even though he thought he was prepared enough, the tight ring of muscle strained painfully as it was forced to accommodate the intrusion.
The wetness helped—Ashard slid in more easily than expected.
“Bite down on it well so it doesn’t slip out.”
“Ah—!”
Ashard gripped Eren’s hips and slammed him down in one motion, sheathing himself fully inside.
Eren’s body trembled violently, his breath hitching.
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