Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: The Hero Who Neatly Takes Revenge.
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The soft skin touching my palm felt so tender, like my hand was melting into it.
The body scent I'd grown used to now carried a more stimulating edge than usual, the natural aroma of her flesh hitting me harder.
"Hngh."
I trailed my hand up her firm thigh, heading straight for Ashy's pussy.
Her pussy was already slick and drenched with her juices.
It glistened beautifully under the light.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up.
I reached out without thinking, dipping my finger into her wetness.
Then, like tasting a sauce, I stuck out my tongue.
*Slurp*.
Sweet.
If no one knew it was pussy nectar, nobody would guess.
The fact that it came from her pussy...
No joke, I could sell this stuff.
Right then, Ashy grabbed the side of my head and yanked it up.
Forcing my gaze to meet hers.
I stared at her in dazed confusion.
"Hey, Kang Ajin. What the hell are you thinking right now?"
Ashy glared at me, her face all scrunched up.
Caught off guard, I stammered like an idiot.
"Uh, what?"
"Don't even try denying it. You're thinking about mixing it with lemon and selling it as lemonade or some shit, right?"
"...!?"
Damn, how'd she nail it?
"Don't have those ridiculous thoughts."
"...Yes, ma'am."
She growled her warning at me, fierce and feral.
My body shrank back instinctively.
Ashy gently stroked my hair.
The emotion in her voice had softened a bit.
"My body is yours. Only you get to touch it."
Ashy said it herself.
Her body belonged to me.
So then—
"...I can buy and sell it however I want...?"
"Kang Ajin, you wanna die?"
"Sorry."
Every time my full name—Kang Ajin—left her lips, it made me flinch for no reason.
Calling me Puppy always put me more at ease, even without any special intent behind it.
When she called me Puppy, Ashy was just... kind, for no particular reason.
Ashy stared straight at me.
Our eyes locked.
Her face flushed bright red all at once.
Ashy pressed down on my head gently.
My face dipped forward naturally.
Her pussy filled my vision, her pubic hair brushing my nose.
In the blink of an eye, it was right at my lips.
"...Just lick it."
"Mmph...!"
Ashy gripped my head and mashed it against her pussy.
Holding me in place like she meant it.
Every breath in and out filled me with her thick pussy scent.
It seeped deep into my lungs, saturating me with Ashy's aroma.
I reached up, grabbing her ass cheeks like handles to steady myself, then stuck out my tongue and lapped at her pussy.
"Hnnngh...!"
Ashy let out a lewd cry.
The kind of exaggerated moan you'd only hear in porn.
Over-the-top enough to make me wonder if it was too much.
When I tried to look up, her hands tightened.
Keeping my eyes down.
From my quick glance, she had her lips bitten tight.
Like she was holding something back.
Ashy was using force now.
Meaning this option was off the table.
All I could focus on was her pussy. Nothing else.
Grateful for the daily bread, thankful for Ashy's mercy, I licked and sucked at it.
*Lick, lick.*
*Slurp, slurp.*
The wet, obscene sounds echoed as I slurped up her juices.
Loud enough that it had to be for her ears.
"Hngh, hnng...!"
Every lap of my tongue made Ashy shudder like crazy.
Her reactions were wilder than I'd expected.
Since she wasn't pulling my head away, more was probably fine.
A woman's pussy.
Ashy's hole.
Like Fabre studying insects, I inspected her sex.
Her clit, swollen and proud, had pushed through its hood.
Standing erect like a tiny cock.
Below it, the piss hole and the entrance for a dick.
Her pussy hole looked surprisingly small.
I wondered if my cock could even fit.
I eased my hands off her ass.
Wanting to spread her open and see.
Ashy stopped moaning and stared right at me.
Then let out a sigh.
"Here."
Ashy spread her own pussy with her fingers.
Exposing the tight hole and the glistening pink hymen beyond.
"...!"
My cock, already hard, throbbed painfully bigger.
Rock-hard, aching from the strain.
I looked up at Ashy without thinking.
Lightning struck my brain.
I want to fuck.
Facing the symbol of her purity, Ashy's hymen.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
I'm a virgin too, and so is Ashy.
Let's exchange our innocence.
A grand wedding?
A precious first time?
"N-none of that matters!"
If I cherish the sentiment, the situation itself doesn't change the essence.
But the intensely erotic sight shattered my values entirely.
I want to pierce Ashy's virgin pussy with my cock.
Tear through her hymen, stain it with deflowering blood.
Feel that male triumph, the conquest.
Ashy shook her head firmly.
"No."
"Whyyy!"
"You said we'd do it after the wedding. That our first time should be somewhere more beautiful."
"I've changed my mind. Right now feels perfect."
I scrambled to yank off my pants.
I was already used to being naked around Ashy anyway.
No hesitation at all.
"Cut the bullshit."
Ashy shoved me away.
Clamped her thighs shut, hiding her crotch.
Her pussy vanished.
"Ashy!"
A desperate wail burst from my mouth.
Like a brat throwing a tantrum.
'Huh?'
It came out so loud even I was shocked after.
Ashy's eyes narrowed.
"...Kang Ajin."
"......"
*Hic*.
Her voice shifted drastically.
Startled, my body panicked on its own.
Hiccups started up uncontrollably.
"This won't do."
"W-why...? What are you... gonna do...?"
Ashy spoke in a voice gone ice-cold.
My body froze stiff.
Part of me wished she'd just scold me properly.
Yell at me, tease my cock...
As long as there was physical contact, it felt like affection.
Body might hurt, but my heart was at peace.
But Ashy actually angry? Terrifying.
Our relationship existed only because she allowed it— that hit hard, hurting my soul.
Even my raging hard-on wilted instantly.
The brief surge of lust was nothing compared to the heartache.
Ashy glanced down at me.
Her eyes scanned me top to bottom, lingering on my cock.
Then she stood up.
Ashy walked off somewhere.
I couldn't even think.
Couldn't look at her...
I hung my head, nerves on edge, listening intently.
Half-praying she wouldn't leave the room, waiting for her words.
*Rustle, rustle.*
Ashy rummaged through something.
Found what she wanted and came back.
"Head up."
Her voice made me snap my head up.
I looked at Ashy.
In her hand was a pink device.
Familiar shape—a male chastity cage.
What was she planning?
No need to overthink.
Ashy intended to lock me up.
I could feel it.
Why, though?
Chastity cages are bad for your health.
They torment your junk, make it sick.
Ashy had unlocked mine for a healthy Puppy.
So why put it back on now? No sense.
'...Was wanting sex... too much?'
I thought she wanted it too.
Assumed she'd say yes if I asked.
Might've rubbed her the wrong way.
Ashy held up the cage.
Like offering me a choice.
"You want sex, right?"
"...N-no...?"
"Be honest. That's an order."
Her voice low and heavy.
No outright killing intent, but my chest tightened anyway.
"...I want it."
"Can't hold back, huh?"
Ashy demanded an answer.
Set the options, ordered me to speak.
"...Y-yeah..."
"Then you need something to restrain you, don't you?"
Her voice eased a fraction.
Still stiff compared to normal, but the tension lightened.
*Click*.
Ashy unlocked the cage.
Used the tiny key to pop the lock, opened the case.
The cage—like a prison for cocks.
On her palm, tiny bars unfolded.
Soft material, not quite like iron bars.
"This should help Puppy hold back nicely."
"......"
Half-threat, half-suggestion.
Basically blackmailing me into wearing it.
No choice for me.
If Ashy wanted it on, I'd wear it gladly.
But the nuance was different.
She was nudging me to put it on myself.
I caught that much.
I steeled myself.
Not even much resolve needed.
For staying by Ashy's side, a cage was nothing.
Without her, I'm zilch anyway.
Still, I asked quietly.
That gaze from earlier lingered in my mind—
"...You won't be mad then?"
"......"
The cage trembled on her palm.
Ashy nodded frantically.
I checked her eyes.
No trace of anger in them.
I stood up.
Thrust my shriveled balls and limp cock toward Ashy.
"Put it on me."
"Y-yeah!"
Ashy fumbled eagerly with my cock.
Like a kid playing with clay—
She slipped the ring around my balls and shaft, fitted the cage.
"Now you do the rest."
With it all set, Ashy handed me the lock.
Command—not quite, but close—to finish it myself.
"......"
I took the lock and clicked it shut.
The moment I pulled the key out, the tightness gripped me.
My cock squeezed firm...
I handed the key back to Ashy.
She beamed, brighter than ever.
I learned the truth about the cage later.
She'd gotten mad thinking I couldn't just lock it back on easy.
"...So you weren't really mad at me?"
"Aww, Puppy. Were you scared?"
"......"
"Revenge. For making me tremble."
Her playful smile let me breathe a sigh of relief.