Chapter 99
Translator: penny
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: The Safe Word for SM Play is 'I Love You'
"Haa... Hng... J-just how long do you plan on groping my breasts?"
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"It's not that I hate it..."
After binding her wrists with rope and fixing them to the ceiling so she couldn't move.
Kal continued kneading her breasts while embracing her from behind.
Her enormous breasts filled his hands completely.
And they boasted their elasticity, squishing like dough under his grasp.
'It feels... good, but...'
Kal's touch sent electric jolts of pleasure through her just from fondling her breasts.
Far beyond what she could achieve by touching herself.
But if that was all, why had he even brought out those toys?
"Haa... Hng... Ah..."
Having tied up the great dragon with ropes.
And the items he'd laid out were all so wicked: riding crops, dildos, blindfolds, and more.
So she'd assumed this would involve pain mixed in.
But he just kept teasing her breasts so gently, like tickling. It puzzled her.
'He could grip them harder...'
Kal only caressed them lightly, like stroking.
It brought sweet pleasure, but the stimulation felt lacking.
Bound and immobile, her impatience grew.
Was she doomed to endure this subtle pleasure forever?
Even now, he avoided her sensitive nipples and areolae, just massaging her breasts overall.
'My breasts and pussy feel so frustrated...'
She glanced sideways.
At the array of adult toys laid out beside her.
Lined up like that, she couldn't ignore them.
Kal caught her gaze and burst into laughter.
"Pfft! What? You want me to hurry up and play with you using those toys?"
"Wha...! N-no! Who said that?!"
"You've got a secretly lewd side, huh."
"Eek..."
Teased like that, her face flushed bright red.
It made her feel like a slutty bitch obsessed with men.
"Then shall we try using some toys now?"
"Ah..."
But his words sparked anticipation too.
If his bare hands already felt this good.
Those toys would surely bring even sharper thrills.
'Just how much of a mess does he plan to make me, preparing all that...'
The thought of novel pleasures made her heart race.
"Alright, let's start light."
Kal picked up a thin brush.
Seeing it, Morgan felt her tension ease slightly.
Compared to the other items...
Honestly, she wondered if even this brush would only bring faint pleasure.
"...You're not using that thick one?"
"Saving that for later. For now, I'll make you feel good with this."
"Hmph, whatever."
Her body was already plenty aroused, so she craved something intense.
'No, it's not like I'm expecting rough play or anything.'
Kal approached slowly with the brush.
Then he gently stroked her nape with it.
"Ah... Hng..."
It felt more ticklish than pleasurable.
Or was the pleasure stronger? She wasn't sure.
'It's different from his hands somehow...'
Morgan's shoulders trembled faintly.
This unfamiliar texture was pleasurable yet somehow harder to endure.
She'd thought it was just a light tickle on her neck.
But her nape was more sensitive than she'd realized.
"Eut... Haa..."
As faint moans mixed with pleasure escaped her.
Kal slowly moved the brush downward.
Passing her nape to her shoulders, then her collarbone.
Very slowly, leisurely descending.
'Eut... Just a bit faster...'
Unlike her expectation that it'd reach her breasts next.
The brush drifted lightly, tickling her navel.
"Hnght...!"
Unlike outright tickling, no laughter came.
Instead, goosebumps rose from the strange sensation.
A sweet, prickling feeling she'd never experienced before.
As it spread, her hips twisted involuntarily.
'This... feels weirdly good... ♥'
The brush caressed her belly around her navel.
Making her insides quiver.
"Eut... Haa..."
The tremors in her body grew harder to control.
Only after tormenting her belly and navel enough did the brush slowly rise.
Stroking every nook and cranny before finally brushing the undersides of her breasts.
Was it finally touching properly?
She held that hope for a moment, but the brush betrayed it casually.
Skipping her breasts, it glided along her sides, past her underarms, softly stroking her arms.
"Eut... Haaa..."
A wistful sigh escaped her lips.
The ticklish brush on her sensitive sides and underarms.
Meanwhile, her breasts were teased by being skipped, melting her face bit by bit.
'He's been deliberately avoiding my breasts since earlier...'
The brush tip kept narrowly skirting her breasts.
A brush stroke designed to frustrate a woman.
If it'd stayed far away, she could've relaxed and surrendered.
But its near-misses kept her tense.
Hot sighs now poured from her mouth nonstop.
"Huu...! Hau...!"
As it repeated, she started finding it unbearable.
Just as she wanted to demand when he'd finally touch her.
-Swish
"Ahng...!"
As if rewarding her patience.
The brush tip finally grazed the underside of her breast lightly.
Just that much made an excited moan burst from her.
"Ah... Haa... ♥"
The brush caressed her breasts softly.
Unlike hands, the soft bristles gliding over her skin brought an indescribable thrill.
'Eut... This feels so good...'
In this thrilling tension, her bound fists clenched tight.
Not enough; her wrists writhed wildly.
Her toes curled, body shuddering.
"Ah... Eut...!"
But the brush didn't easily reach her nipples.
It just softly explored her massive breasts overall.
Morgan's breathing grew visibly ragged.
Her heaving breasts showed how desperately she craved touch on her areolae.
'Ah, eut... Why's it been so slow since earlier...'
Feeling the thrill of her breasts being touched only made her ache more.
The brush circled slowly toward her nipples.
But so agonizingly slow, it barely neared.
Her nipples stood rigidly at their limit.
As if protesting for touch.
'Ahnng... Please, faster...'
Unable to endure, she instinctively thrust her breasts forward.
As if offering them to him.
Slight shame rose, but her breast's frustration overwhelmed it.
'If you're gonna touch anyway... why not the nipples...'
Play she wouldn't normally like.
But teased like this, pleas for nipple play filled her mind.
Finally, the brush tip touched her sensitive areola.
"Hnguuuuut...!"
-Shiver shiver shiver...
Pent-up frustration and pleasure exploded at once.
A thrilling jolt raced up her spine like electricity.
The brush then softly circled her areola, tickling.
Dizzy with pleasure, Morgan's hips bucked instinctively.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
As if all trapped pleasure burst free.
The thrill made her back shudder.
Different from full caresses or sex.
Too sweet, too hard to bear.
"Haa... Haa...! Th-this...!"
"Feels good, right?"
Kal smirked and began properly stroking her nipples with the brush.
"Uhnguuuuut...!"
A lewd moan reflexively escaped Morgan.
The pleasure from her nipples was intensely stimulating, hard to withstand.
"Eut... Hngut...! It's different somehow...! Hng...!"
Her body twitched like a fish on a line.
She'd been touched on breasts and nipples plenty.
Even climaxed from it.
"Ah...! Hng...! W-wait...!"
But this was different.
The brush's fine, soft bristles poked her nipples.
Forcing them to endure torment from all sides helplessly.
"Hek...! Hit...! Wait...! Sto... Haaaaak!"
Her half-melted nipples.
Gently tormented relentlessly with the brush.
They twitched pitifully with each pass.
'G-good feeling... won't stop...?'
Worse, the stimulation lacked deep satisfaction.
She'd have climaxed if fingered normally, at that threshold.
But the gentle brushing prevented release.
"Hngut...! Hng! No more... Haak...!"
Not that the pleasure was weak.
The brush's near-climax bliss tormented her mind and nipples endlessly.
"Eut...! Hngut...! Uhnguuuuk!"
As it dragged on, suffering outweighed pleasure; torment over teasing.
Like rubbing a hypersensitive cock post-orgasm.
'Eut... Hnght...! Can't endure...'
She yanked her wrists desperately to block it.
Realizing anew she was bound.
That she had no means to stop this man.
"Ahak...! Hnak! Ahnguuung!"
Twisting breasts and hips yielded nothing; escape impossible.
Had she ever felt this powerless?
How long had she endured this brain-melting pleasure?
In half-melted Morgan's ear, Kal whispered.
"I told you, say the safe word if you want me to stop."
"Ah... Eut...!"
His words rang crystal clear in her ears.
She even remembered the safe word.
'B-but to say something like that confession...!'
Obeying him felt humiliating.
But she lacked confidence to endure this pleasure longer.
The dragon's pride didn't last.
"...Lo."
"Pardon? What was that?"
"Eut! I... I love you..."
"Good girl."
Thankfully, he stopped the brush the moment she spoke.
The tension-shattering pleasure vanished; her body went limp.
"Haa... Haa..."
Strength drained; she couldn't even stand.
Hanging pathetically by the ropes on her wrists.
Love juices from arousal dripped from her pussy.
The floor between her legs glistened with clear drops.
'Just from a brush... and I can't move...'
Not even 30 minutes with the brush.
Morgan surrendered to pleasure, drooling fluids, dangling like meat in a butcher shop.
"Alright, breasts are done. Next, how about down here?"
-Twitch!
Morgan's body jolted at the words—not over yet.
'Al-already like this, what more?'
Kal produced aphrodisiac oil as he spoke.
He poured it generously over Morgan's massive ass.
"Hng... ♥"
Feeling the pleasant sensation spread over her ass, Morgan knew.
Kal's play and training had only just begun.
Even as the aphrodisiac oil dripped onto her ass.
All she could do was shudder, presenting her hips to him.
Morgan's plump ass was thrust out defenselessly to Kal.
