Chapter 37: Submission
Chapter 37: Submission
She began to stroke his aching cock—the one he thought had reached its limit, yet hadn't quite crossed the threshold. The sensation of a handjob through silk gloves offered a level of pleasure far beyond his earlier self-indulgence.
"If you had given in to your lust and attacked me like a man, Jaejin, that hallucination would have become reality. But to think that with this long, giant penis that all men envy, the best you could do was masturbate."
"That’s... because you were sleeping so soundly... I felt bad waking you... Ugh..."
With one hand stroking the shaft and the other skillfully rubbing the glans, he could barely form a coherent sentence.
"While our relationship is built on a contract and trust, you are a Demon Lord candidate, and I am your assistant—a master-servant relationship, so to speak. I am always ready to offer my body whenever you call."
"That’s true... but... I’m always... indebted to you, Lena..."
Lena seemed to instantly grasp the weight behind his words and let out a seductive laugh.
"That weak and indecisive attitude is part of your charm, but I had hoped you would be more aggressive when taking a woman. Though, I suppose even that won't be possible anymore."
Her hand sped up. It was a different sensation from actual insertion—a handjob so intense it made his legs tremble, sending waves of excitement crashing through him.
"Are you actually enjoying this? Even though I told you that you could have been buried deep inside me, ejaculating messily in my vagina, do you feel no regret?"
"I do... feel a bit of regret... but this feels so good too..."
Lena’s technique, varying the speed and grip to keep the sensation from becoming monotonous, was far superior to his own, despite the long years he'd spent in puberty.
The urge to ejaculate surged. Her touch felt so good that he couldn't even maintain his composure. His face was likely twisted in a pathetic, messy expression.
"Honestly, how pathetic. You prefer a handjob over sex, you feel pleasure from having your nipples teased, and you get excited being pinned under a woman. At this rate, rather than a Demon Lord candidate, you're more like..."
Her eyes took on that predatory glint he saw occasionally—the eyes of a beast toying with captured prey, claws out, ready to go for the throat at any moment.
"A masochist. Ah, to think the noble Demon Lord candidate of the Lust Demon Race is a masochist. How could this be? Oh? Are you trying to deny it?"
"Of course... I'm not... Who are you calling a pervert..."
"You're so dishonest. It would be so much easier if you just admitted that what feels good feels good, and what you like is what you like. You can be quite stubborn, Jaejin."
He didn't have such perverted tastes. He might have enjoyed being led by Lena and Sinclair, but he couldn't have been excited by them being harsh with him... probably.
"Then let's make a bet. A bet to prove that you don't get excited by being bullied, and that you can show a firm, masculine side."
"Fine... I'll prove it to you..."
Hearing his response, Lena gave a provocative smile and stopped the handjob. Then, she snapped her fingers, just as she had done before.
That ability regulated his emotions. The excitement that had built up to the brink subsided by about half.
"It's a very, very simple bet. With that finger snap, two Ejaculation Restraints have been placed on your cock. You have two chances to prevent yourself from cumming."
He didn't know exactly what it was, but in his current state, it seemed doable. Seeing his confidence, she used both hands to spread her fleshy thighs wide.
"If both restraints are broken within ten minutes and you reach a third climax, you lose. How does that sound? Since insertion would make it too easy for me, we'll limit the stimulation to your cock being squeezed between my thighs."
Even for her, making him go three times in ten minutes was a tall order. Of course, she had been holding back before, but if the condition was only thigh sex without insertion, he felt he could manage even if she was serious.
"Three times in ten minutes? Isn't that too much in my favor?"
"Well, if a high-rank Lust Demon like me got serious, it would be too unfair, so I have to give you this much of a handicap. Though I wonder if it really is a handicap, tee-hee♡"
He was grateful for her constant devotion and care, but considering this attitude she showed sometimes, he felt he needed to take her down a peg.
Standing face-to-face with Lena, the difference in their stature was apparent. With her in heels and him barefoot, there was a height difference of over 20cm, bringing his line of sight level with her shoulders and the curve of her upper breasts.
But with such favorable conditions, he felt he could afford to be aggressive. Grabbing his cock, which was barely maintaining its erection now that his excitement had cooled, he thrust it into the Y-zone between her thighs.
"My, you really can do it when you try, Jaejin. I didn't expect you to be so bold and proactive♡"
Though surprised by his actions, Lena didn't forget her role and flipped an hourglass on the table. Sand began to flow through the cylinder, which was marked with notches to track the time.
As he pushed his cock directly into the plump thigh meat he had only imagined moments ago, a dizzying pleasure shot through him. The pressure of his cock being squeezed by firm muscles as it pressed into the flesh of her thighs was intense.
It was a simulated sex act, but the rumors that some people preferred this weren't an exaggeration; the stimulation was significant. Still... it was bearable. In fact, it felt perfect for masturbation...
As he thrust in to the base, the glans would pop out and catch the air, which felt like a waste, so he pulled back and slammed in again. Aside from the lack of the specific sensation of a mucous membrane, it felt so much like actual insertion that he couldn't stop his hips.
"My, it seems I underestimated you. To think you'd take on the handicap yourself. I'll have to work hard not to lose, then. There~ squeeze♡"
With the same playful smile she wore when teasing him, she reached for his defenseless upper body and began to pinch and twiddle his exposed nipples.
"That's cheati—ng... Haaah..."
An entirely unexpected pleasure surged down his spine. Since he had only been thinking about the thigh sex, he was caught completely off guard by the timing and couldn't help but groan.
"It's not cheating. I only said the stimulation to your cock was limited; I never forbade anything else. Ah~ but you still have your restraints left, so it's fine. There~ take that."
He had certainly been caught off guard and felt like he was about to cum, but both restraints were still intact. The hourglass was nearing the 4-minute mark, so his pace wasn't bad.
He felt his cock swelling between Lena's thighs. Blood rushed in, and semen began to rise. Just as his excitement reached its peak under her touch—
"Urgh... this hurts..."
He reached a climax accompanied by the pain of being unable to ejaculate. Goosebumps broke out over his entire body, and his back arched from the pleasure. He gripped her hips tightly to maintain his balance.
If Sinclair's ejaculation prohibition magic had removed the act of ejaculation itself, Lena's Ejaculation Restraint was closer to a forceful suppression. It was a rather rough method, but it caused his excitement to subside significantly.
Six minutes left. Now that he was mentally prepared, he wouldn't let his guard down and cum like that again. So... wouldn't it be okay to enjoy her thighs a little more?
As he moved his cock back and forth immediately after the climax, the sensitized organ began to leak pre-cum as it was pressed against her thighs.
"Ah~ honestly. How can you be so cute, lovely, and pathetic all at once? It's only ten minutes. You could easily win just by stopping your hips, yet you throw yourself into the fire."
"I'm keeping track of the time... it's fine..."
Slap, slap. Squelch, squelch. Along with the sound of their thighs colliding, his cock worked hard, reciprocating between her legs.
No matter what she said, this match was his. With only five minutes left and one "life" remaining as insurance, enjoying the pleasurable stimulation didn't feel like an extravagance.
However, amidst the leisurely pressure of her skin rubbing against his, the urge to cum built up rapidly.
The momentum was clearly faster than before. He tried to stop his hips, but his body, already addicted to the stimulation, moved beyond his control.
Just as the 6-minute mark was reached, he hit his second climax. Lena was still fiddling with his nipples, but that wasn't the cause.
"I'm... more... sensitive than before..."
"I told you, the Ejaculation Restraint doesn't return you to normal. Instead of letting you cum and cooling your excitement, there's no sage time, and your body remains just as sensitive. And you kept moving your hips with a body like that? Tee-hee♡"
It was a self-inflicted wound. Even if she hadn't explained it, the stimulation was at a level he could have endured if he had just been cautious.
"Oh? Are you not moving your hips anymore? Ah~ now that you're out of restraints and lost track of time, are you finally feeling a sense of crisis? Your reaction is so easy to read, it's making me laugh."
She stopped her fiddling and began to pinch him hard with her thumb and forefinger. The pleasure from his upper body spread through his entire frame, and his cock, which had already had its ejaculation delayed twice, reacted instantly.
"Hehe, to think you'd be on the verge after only two minutes. Why don't you just admit it? That despite having such a large cock, you're a masochist who prefers being insulted by a woman."
Looking up, her jewel-like face was pressing him hard, looking ready to devour him. Looking down, her voluptuous breasts created a suffocatingly erotic sight.
"Do you hate admitting it? But it's the truth. Even last night, wasn't your thickest ejaculation when I was insulting you and treating you like a dildo?"
"Normal men don't feel pleasure, get excited, and ejaculate just from having their nipples touched like you do. When pinned under a woman, a man's instinct is to try and get back on top."
Each of her words stabbed like a dagger. Because it was all true, and because she was relentlessly digging into it, he couldn't offer any rebuttal or disagreement.
But he was terrified of it being exposed as the truth. If it were true that he had such a pathetic fetish and she found out, he was afraid she would despise him, afraid she would hate him.
"You must feel humiliated, ashamed. But even that is exciting, isn't it? It's okay. Be honest with the voice inside you."
"Strip away your gender, your status, all the pretenses, and tell only me. Your true feelings. What you truly desire."
He raised his head at the overwhelming pressure from above. There stood Lena, her face twisted with sadism, the same face that had always provided him with ultimate pleasure.
Words are irreversible. The moment they are uttered, they carry meaning and can never be taken back. That's why there are words that should never be spoken. Like the words he was about to say.
But his mind already knew. His heart was telling him. To nod and admit it. And the moment he did, to receive the profound sensuality that she, that Lena, would give him.
"Ah, as expected, I believed in you, Jaejin. You won't give in to this kind of temptation."
Just as he was about to vomit out the forbidden words, Lena pointed at the hourglass and declared his victory. The four minutes had passed, and he had won the difficult, erotic bet against the Lust Demon.
"I lost. I won't play these kinds of pranks anymore. In exchange, you have to satisfy Lena on the bed with a manly, vigorous, and wonderful missionary position, okay?"
He had won the bet. Now, she would no longer play those mischievous pranks or insult him. She would respect his will and only satisfy him by spreading her legs when he wished.
Lena released his cock from her thighs. She removed her hand from his chest. Then, she slowly walked toward the bed to give the winner his reward.
"Wa... wait, Lena..."
His body moved faster than his mind, grabbing her arm. Lena turned back with a sly expression, playfully asking him to say what was on his mind.
"Oh? What is it? Once we get to the bed, I'm going to drain every last drop of your stored sperm with some very~ good missionary sex. And there won't be any of those pranks you hate so much♡"
He should have just gone to the bed. If he went to the bed, he would receive the spoils of victory and experience supreme pleasure.
But he knew. He knew a way to ejaculate that felt even better than that reward.
"Is there a specific position you want? Don't worry, just tell me. I'm a succubus just for you♡"
Just imagining it caused pre-cum to leak from his edged cock. Seeing his cock rejoicing even in this situation, he realized there was no turning back.
If it was Lena, she would accept even this side of him. Because we were two halves that filled each other.
"You can... keep playing pranks like you usually do... so... devour me... It's incredibly embarrassing, but it feels so good that... I love it..."
His body could no longer live without her.
"Yes, with pleasure♡"
And a radiant smile bloomed across Lena's face.