[19] (EP-13.1) Does A Sheep Dream Of Freedom? #1
013 – Does A Sheep Dream Of Freedom? #1
I had heard of this from somewhere.
‘When males felt the threat of dying, they would ejaculate for the purpose of breeding and continuing the species.’
Hearing that, I thought: ‘How could a male be such a pitiful creature?’
Lived as a servant, died as a servant.
I only realized that fact now.
“Don’t stop. If you stop, I will punish you!”
Aira said firmly.
At this rate, my semen, which had been building up for several days, would definitely explode onto her hands.
A servant ejaculating in the hands of the Queen.
That was certainly a huge felony.
It was like being able to tell what would happen to a horny dog, lost in its sexual desire, going inside the cage of a tiger to ‘relieve' itself.
It was a death sentence...
Ironically, when my heart felt threatened with the thought of death, the feeling of climax was actually heightened.
The pleasure fried my brain, driving me crazy.
“Yeah, keep moving like that. You can’t stop!”
"Yes... I understand."
At this point, I had made up my mind to not fight the situation. Rather, I would go along with it. I shall fire a grand orgasm deserving of Aira's satisfaction!
As if really fucking her, I further leaned my upper body forward and increased my piston speed.
Damned bitch!
Oh, how I would love to lift that shirt up and bury my face in that soft chest.
I wanted to suck her lips.
Jigok, jjilgok. Jjilgok.
Her wet palm made a smooth, soft noise as she further gripped my penis. This feeling, when a woman's hand was wrapping around my cock...
Unable to bear it any longer, all of my grievances were released in Aira's hands, along with a brief, "Ugh."
Byuryut, byuryut, byuryut-
I could feel the semen, which had been held back for several days, spurting from my twitching cock.
It painted Aira's hands, even reaching her stomach and chest.
Only then did Aira release my little brother.
“This is a man’s semen...?”
Aira looked at the liquid thickly clinging to her hand with a flushed face. She stared at it in fascination, as if it was something very strange.
“It feels odd. It's hot and sticky.”
I felt my hair stand on end as I watched the Queen sniff my semen.
“It smells like a strange flower. It is said that Nymphs' hair and saliva are used as materials for fairly rare magic tools....”
“Please wait, I’ll give you a towel to wipe them away.”
"It's fine. {Clean}—"
Ttak-
When Aira snapped her fingers, the foreign substances on her body disappeared in an instant. As far as I knew, this was the Rank 3 magic, {Clean}. This spell was said to apply telekinetic power, though the principle behind it was unknown.
[T/N: I'll start using "{}" to enclose magic spells]
Thanks to this, Aira didn't have to wash her body or do anything of the like.
Although the stains and grimes on Aira's body were wiped clean with magic, the process was still vivid in my mind.
I covered Aira's hands with my cum...
Like a dog...
Somewhere inside, I felt very ashamed and defeated as a Human Being.
I also felt angry.
So, to turn my thoughts away from these feelings, I started to do some realistic calculations.
What ripple effect would this have?
What if this was exposed to other people?
Of course, I didn't think Aira would tell anyone about this.
Nevertheless, it might be a good idea to give her a reminder, just in case.
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