Chapter 6

While he was thinking, Lurua soaked the cloth in oil, kneading it until it was slick and damp. When she finished, she waved it in front of his eyes.

“The ladies said rubbing with this feels amazing.”

“With just this?”

Dandel still looked doubtful.

Sure, it was wet and slippery, and his body was sensitive enough to react to just her hands… But he didn’t think a cloth would make much difference.

Wouldn’t her hand be better?

He recalled the feel of her soft palm—smooth, warm, slightly yielding, dampened by his own fluids…

Thud!

Dandel accidentally bumped his head against the bed’s headboard. What was he thinking? He felt a wave of self-loathing and, to shake off his embarrassment, twisted his face into a grimace.

Lurua couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. His scowl deepened. Stifling her laughter, she settled between his legs and brought the cloth to him.

“They said it feels so good you might even lose control. Can you handle it?”

“Ugh, ridiculous…”

The sudden cold touch made him shiver. It felt odd, but not especially good yet. Dandel still looked dissatisfied as he glanced down.

It felt like they were doing something weird.

Lurua wrapped the cloth around his tip and gripped both ends. Seeing his suspicious expression, she struggled not to giggle.

How long could he keep his composure? Soon, he’d regret not stopping her and end up crying.

Without hesitation, she suddenly pulled the cloth.

“Eek!”

The sensation of the sensitive tip being rubbed made him jerk violently. It was like a flash of lightning in his vision. A tingling feeling surged up from his lower body.

Dandel stared down in confusion.

What was that, just now?

“Hah, ah, sob…”

Before he could process what happened, Lurua pulled the cloth the other way. With a wet sound, pale fluid seeped through the cloth.

“Ah, hee, eek…”

Dandel gasped, letting out a soft, weak sound. He still couldn’t understand what was happening.

Had he just cl*maxed?

She’d only rubbed twice. What was this?

His mind was foggy, but his body had already shrunk back from the sudden pleasure. His wide-open eyes were brimming with tears.

“Agh, ugh, wa, wait…”

She pulled the cloth again, and his hips bent involuntarily. Dandel grabbed her hand in desperation. The stimulation was so intense, he couldn’t even register it as pleasure. His lower body ached, his mind was numb, and his thoughts dulled.

His whole body tensed, then relaxed all at once. If she kept going, he really might lose control as she’d warned. Not that he could even recognize what felt good right now.

“Do you believe me now?”

“I-I do. So please, stop… hng,”

Just as he tried to beg her to stop, she moved the cloth again. Dandel sobbed, gripping her hand. He nearly cl*maxed again. His vision spun and his mind blurred. This was dangerous. Before Lurua could move her hand again, he pressed her hand away.

“Th-this… isn’t right. Just use your hand.”

“It’s fine. The more intensely you feel, the more you’ll be able to handle it.”

“I can’t handle anything right now, hng…!”

Distracted by the conversation, his grip loosened, and Lurua slid the cloth even harder. Through the now transparent, soaked cloth, his member spurted more fluid. The cloth clung to him even more.

“Huff, hng, again, again…”

He was more frightened than he’d been the previous night. He forgot all about keeping his dignity, sobbing after just two climaxes. But Lurua had barely started. He still had a long way to go before he’d tire of this.

“Are you used to it now? I’ll start moving properly.”

“Ah, n-no, ah…!”

As if all the testing was over, Lurua began to move the cloth back and forth in earnest. Dandel’s reddened member was rubbed relentlessly by the cloth. He let out cries that sounded almost like screams, his hips jerking wildly. His choked sobs spilled out, unable to become proper words.

“Hng, uh, please, please stop…”

His short nails scratched at her hand, but the feeble attack didn’t make her back off at all—she was completely focused.

Soon, the cloth was soaked again with sticky fluid. Dandel, not knowing what to do, kept arching his back. His legs trembled, spreading and closing as if he couldn’t keep still. His mouth hung open, and he drooled as much as he leaked below.

“Hng… Please…”

“You have to endure it. Aren’t we doing treatment?”

“That’s… nng, not… today…”

Desperate to stop her, he tried to make excuses and push her hand away. But his mind, already drowning in pleasure, wouldn’t let his tongue move freely. He tried to speak, but it all dissolved into moans, and he could barely form words. Still, she probably understood what he wanted to say, but she just kept moving her hand.

After all, Lurua had no intention of letting him go right now.

‘He’s so arousing.’

She’d promised herself to behave, so she didn’t say anything crude aloud, but she was more excited than ever. Her head was spinning.

“Hic, hng…”

By now, more sticky liquid was flowing from him. It was already the fourth climax, so the fluid was noticeably thinner. Lurua gently laid him down, nearly unconscious. Now, not only the cloth but her hand was sticky with his release.

Wasn’t he a bit too sensitive? Sure, she’d been intense, but it hadn’t been that long since they started, and he was already like this.

Maybe thinking it was finally over, Dandel collapsed on the bed. His body, tormented, trembled intermittently. His tear-stained cheeks were wet. He tried to catch his breath and slowly closed his eyes. As the tension faded, sleep would soon come—but even that sight managed to excite Lurua.

“Hic, ah, now… really, stop…”

“Just one more time, then I’ll let you sleep.”

“Hng… Please…”

Now, instead of just rubbing the tip, Lurua wrapped the cloth around the shaft and began to move it. It was clearly overwhelming him, and his pitiful sobs echoed from below.

“I really… can’t…”

“Mm, this will be the last.”

“Hic, uh, hng…”

Even his member, no longer able to stand, was forced to feel pleasure. Sweet sounds mixed with his tears. He wanted to stop, but couldn’t form the words…

His mind, numbed by pleasure, blocked out all thought. He could only feel helplessly, unable to resist her movements.

“Hng, hng… ah…!!”

Finally, clear liquid spurted out like a fountain. The pleasure crashed over him like a blow to the head, and Dandel grabbed the sheet like a lifeline, fearing he’d fall away if he didn’t hold on—even though he was safe on the bed.

He bit his lip and shook, only relaxing after the fluid stopped soaking the sheet. His head spun.

“Wow, this… Marquis?”

Lurua gazed at the scene with sparkling eyes. As the stream ended, she looked at his face—he was already breathing heavily with his eyes closed.

“Dandel, are you asleep?”

She waved her hand in front of his face, but there was no response. Had he fallen asleep from exhaustion? It was probably closer to fainting.

‘A bit disappointing…’

She wanted to tease him more, but waking someone just to mess with them was definitely a bad idea. Lurua still wanted to stay on good terms with the Marquis. She didn’t realize she’d already crossed that line.

‘Ah, I should’ve watched his face earlier.’

Instead, she gently brushed his hair. She was so fascinated by the mysterious fluid that she’d missed seeing his expression when it came out. Surely, it had been an adorable and enticing face. A shame, really.

But as she admired his sleeping face, her thoughts soon scattered.

Even covered in exhaustion, he seemed to shine. It wasn’t the cold, stiff look she usually saw—he was completely defenseless, and his relaxed face looked almost innocent. In contrast, his red eyes and lips, and the sweat on his pale neck, made him look enticing to anyone. Lurua swallowed unconsciously.

‘Well, there’s plenty of time for the honeymoon.’

Regretfully, she withdrew her hand and lay down beside Dandel. As soon as she did, her eyes grew heavy.

‘I’ll find something even more fun next time…’

Thinking of ideas that would make Dandel panic, she surrendered to sleep.