Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 383

Queen Ayra does not lie.

If it’s something she’s said herself—even if it works against her—she’s the kind of person who keeps her word. In a way, she might be the most fair and just person in all of Angmar.

That’s why, having endured the five minutes she set, I now had the legitimate right to demand a reward from her, even as the lowest-ranked slave.

“Ayra-nim, I lasted the full five minutes.”

“...I know.”

Ayra’s mood looked quite displeased.

It seemed she didn’t like that I had won the bet while blatantly ignoring all her demands. Was she sulking? That was kind of cute.

I spoke, feigning confidence.

“Since I endured five minutes, Ayra-nim must grant me one wish. That was the promise. You’re the fair and just Ayra-nim, so you won’t go back on your word, right?”

“......”

Ayra didn’t say anything. Her mouth wasn’t gagged with underwear, nor was it zippered shut with telekinesis—yet she kept her lips firmly sealed.

I asked,

“Would you also grant me the wish to increase the number of wishes?”

“...That’s not allowed.”

“But you didn’t say I couldn’t ask for that. If you refuse, wouldn’t that be the same as breaking your word, Ayra-nim? Are you really okay with that?”

Slide—

I narrowed my eyes and stared at her. I made it seem like I was giving her a choice—either become a liar, or grant me more wishes.

Ayra let out a small sigh.

“Fine. Two. You get two wishes, and that’s it. I won’t allow any more than that. Teo, just be grateful that I’m putting up with your stubbornness.”

Two, huh.

Indeed, it looked like Ayra had come up with a compromise of her own. More than one, but fewer than three—the smallest multiple.

Still, to be able to name two wishes to the proud queen of Angmar... Even offering up gold coins piled as high as a fortress wouldn’t earn such a chance.

Enduring those hellish five minutes had paid off. I was feeling good.

“Then, my first wish...”

I glanced at Ayra, who was biting her lower lip. Truthfully, I’d imagined this one wish for a very long time.

“Ayra-nim, I’d like you to masturbate in front of me until you finish. And please don’t forget to spread your legs wide so I can see.”

“...What?”

Ayra scowled in utter shock.

That kind of expression on a beauty like Ayra—so fierce, it sent a chill down my spine that thrilled me even more than when she’d used telekinesis on my cock.

“......”

Ayra just glared at me. Her eyes said, “You used a wish for something like that?” and “How vile, to ask for such filth.”

To her, I said,

“If you don’t know how to pleasure yourself, I can teach you.”

“...Don’t treat me like an idiot.”

Saying that, Ayra slowly sat down on the bed.

I added,

“Please don’t forget to spread your legs nice and wide so I can see.”

“......”

Her gaze sharpened. If looks could pierce through skin, my skull would’ve had a gaping hole in it already.

“Go on.”

At my urging, Ayra turned her head to the side.

Then, she slowly spread her legs apart. Between the now-fallen negligee and her white thighs, her pink, plump flesh gleamed wet and slick with a transparent liquid.

Not a single hair in sight. The color of cherry blossoms. It looked completely untouched by human hands—pure innocence itself. The tightly closed slit looked narrow, and below it, the pretty little asshole had a lewd charm.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing this with my own eyes, Ayra-nim.”

“......”

“How are you feeling right now?”

Instead of answering, Ayra brought her hand between her thighs.

Her fingers brushed lightly where they shouldn’t have touched.

“...Hn.”

Maybe it surprised her—Ayra flinched slightly.

That delicate finger was now connected by a string of viscous fluid. She slowly touched her prominent clit with her index finger, circling it gently.

“...Hnngh...”

Sticky sounds and muffled moans, carefully suppressed, began to fill the quiet room.

Watching Ayra touch herself before me made all the blood rush to my head. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

The Queen... was masturbating in front of me.

“You seem pretty skilled. Do you do this often, maybe when you’re alone?”

At my honest question, Ayra’s hand froze. Flustered, she snapped,

“...Of course not. Are you stupid?”

She had clearly never done this before. And since she was someone who never lies, I was sure of it. I was witnessing the first, historic masturbation of Ayra.

Slide—

Her index finger, nails lightly grown out, traced the folds between her damp petals. Whether it was knowledge or instinct guiding her, I couldn’t tell.

“...Haa... ngh... Is this really what you wanted to see? A wish... and this is all you asked for...”

Her breaths grew faster and hotter with every movement of her fingers.

At the same time, the nipples between her soft breasts stood firm.

It was obvious Ayra was aroused. And she wouldn’t stop her fingers until she came.

Twitch—

Her trembling hand, her legs now clenched inward, thighs squeezing her fingers between them.