Chapter 19

I gently smoothed the letter paper with my fingertips.

The beautifully written letters, like a painting, got soaked with semen and smeared messily.

Watching this, Riorem clenched his teeth.

Suddenly, another gush of seed was released from his rigidly standing member.

The thick clump scattered messily over the letter.

“Damn it…”

Riorem let out a harsh breath.

I realized that the heat in Riorem’s voice had somewhat lessened compared to before.

The strange light that flickered in his eyes a moment ago seemed to have faded as well.

Only then did I revoke the order I had given him earlier.

“I want to listen to you, but I can’t write anything like this. The paper is too ruined to write on.”

Riorem looked down at his hands and the letter stained with semen.

His gaze was much calmer than before.

‘Looks like he’s come to his senses after one round.’

It was a relief.

In the state he was in earlier, I couldn’t have asked for even a towel to wipe his hands, let alone discuss the letter.

“First, you want to wipe your hands. Tell someone to bring a wet towel.”

Riorem took a handkerchief from his pocket.

Thud.

The handkerchief he threw landed on my hand.

I obediently wiped my hands with it.

The clean linen fabric was stained with semen and ink.

Riorem’s pupils quietly watched that scene.

…Maybe it’s just my imagination.

The back of my hand felt burning hot.

After wiping my hands, I placed the handkerchief on the slate.

It was too dirty to give back to its owner.

Riorem’s gaze followed the trace of my hands — so persistent it almost stung my skin.

By now, I was certain.

‘He’s fixated on my hands.’

It wasn’t the first time Riorem obsessed over one specific act.

Usually, he seemed clueless about what he wanted, but once he thought of something, he obsessed over it fiercely — a kind of pattern.

‘At first, he didn’t know if he wanted to suck nipples or bite flesh, wandering around cluelessly, but now he persistently torments only the nipples…’

I glanced at the man staring at my hand and then at the rigid member beneath him.

If I taught Riorem an act that would completely absorb him, could I control him more easily? Or would the pleasure make him rampage more?

Either way.

‘At least, from now on, he’ll obsess even more over my hands.’

I came to that conclusion and placed the slate I had been holding on my knee onto the side table.

Riorem asked with a suspicious voice,

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer his question.

Instead, I reached out and placed my hand on his waistband.

Riorem hurriedly swallowed.

The abs revealed beneath his indoor wear twitched strongly.

“Wh-what…!”

His startled voice echoed in the bedroom.

But Riorem couldn’t finish his sentence.

I grabbed the base of his pillar through his clothes.

At once, the head that had been protruding from his pants released a gush of pre-ejaculate.

“Hmm.”

I bit my lip reflexively.

What I held was unbearably hot, like holding a poker heated in fire.

I slowly stroked the base.

Even through the fabric, I could clearly feel the bulging veins.

With my thumb, I traced over the most prominent vein.

Unlike Riorem, who was completely stiff and barely breathing, the vein throbbed violently.

Swelling.

A thick seed began to ooze from the tip of the head.

The dull mucus trickled down the pillar that was already glistening wet.

Haa…

Finally, Riorem exhaled. It seemed he had at last regained some of his scattered sanity.

With my other hand, I grasped the bare pillar.

Riorem’s waist twitched strongly, but as expected, he didn’t push me away.

Slowly, I stroked the pillar, slick with semen, with the palm of my hand.

It felt more like caressing than pleasuring him.

The pillar was just too thick.

Gulp. Saliva slid down my throat.

‘I knew it was big…

Although I had never experienced insertion, I was familiar with Riorem’s member.

After all, he had masturbated in front of me once or twice.

But… seeing it and actually touching it were completely different.

I suspected, but I didn’t expect it to be so thick that I couldn’t even grip it with my hand.

The protruding glans was the same.

When I touched it, it felt not just “big,” but “enormous.”

Just putting it in and stirring around would definitely scrape the vaginal walls harshly.

Unconsciously, I tensed my lower abdomen.

The already wet area below throbbed.

What would happen if I put something like this inside?

My hands already felt like they were melting from the heat, so how much more sensitive would the delicate mucous membranes inside be…?

‘Ah.’

A moist breath slipped between my lips.

I had tried to lure Riorem with a handjob as bait, but perhaps because of pent-up desire, the area below kept itching.

At least, thankfully, Riorem didn’t notice this at all.

“Huff, uhm…”

Riorem’s breath poured over the crown of his head.

Even though he must have understood the situation by now, Riorem didn’t move at all.

He just stared rigidly downward.

With a wet, messy palm, I pushed the pillar upward.

The skin creased as it rubbed, and the glistening glans plunged deeply under the foreskin.

Then Riorem gasped sharply again. His muscular belly drew up sharply.

Such a blatant reaction.

“You like it when I touch this part, don’t you.”

With the hand that had been on the base, I grabbed the glans.

As soon as my hand caught the sharply raised edge like a hook, a thick discharge splattered out from the tip.

It was scorching hot.

I tightened my grip without realizing it.

If something this hot spilled inside my womb, my lower belly might just melt away.

That thought made the depths of my stomach ache.

Then Riorem grabbed my hand.

“Haah…”

A rough breath poured out.

His large hand covered mine as it grasped the pillar.

The thick member I couldn’t hold with two hands was easily caught by his hand.

Riorem shook his member up and down.

My hands were roughly rubbed beneath his palm.

Thud, thud-thud, thud.

The harsh motion was almost self-destructive.

But that wasn’t enough, apparently — Riorem soon used his other hand to completely envelop mine.

His dark red member thrust tirelessly between his hands and mine.

“Haah, huff, haaa…”

His fully revealed abs rose and fell repeatedly.

It looked like a strenuous movement, as if enduring something.

Throughout, a thin fluid dripped from the tip of the glans.

The stringy pre-ejaculate trickled down my wrist and dripped onto the bed.

“Ugh.”

At that moment, Riorem clenched his teeth.

He pulled my two hands up to grasp the glans.

Not satisfied with that, both his hands completely covered the back of my hands.

Then, semen poured out from the tip of the glans.

It was a rough ejaculation, as if he wanted to pour out even the residue trapped in his scrotum.

My hands twitched involuntarily.

The messy sensation of the ejaculated semen inside my hands was strange — ticklish, yet hot.

“Ha, haah, haah.”

Riorem breathed heavily.

The semen filling my hands seeped out between Riorem’s fingers.

I stared absentmindedly at the stringy semen.

After a long while, Riorem bit his waist.

The wet, sordid sound continued.

Riorem looked down.

More precisely, at my hands covered in semen and still grasped tightly by his hands.

Still holding them, Riorem opened his hands.

At the same time, my hands faced the ceiling, palms up.

For a moment, a burning gaze poured onto them.

Then Riorem buried his face into my palms.

His sculpted, beautiful face was messily stained with semen.

Though it surely wasn’t a pleasant feeling, Riorem didn’t move for a long time.

After that, Riorem left me alone until mealtime.

Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t ask me to do anything at all.

After tidying up the slate and writing tools, Riorem brought a book from his room.

He told me to read it.