Ash listened to his master’s rambling, utterly dumbfounded.
What did he mean, “a game he enjoyed”?
Nighttime activities, Ash believed, were supposed to be mutually pleasurable, based on mutual respect.
But with his throat blocked, he couldn’t protest.
Ash decided to deal with the immediate problem first.
As he opened his throat and accepted the cock, a stinging pain accompanied the shaft as it once again prodded his uvula.
His throat convulsed, constricting around the cock.
His master let out a gasp of pleasure.
“Ah… Good boy. You’re doing well.”
His master was, in some ways, a consistent figure; nothing in the world seemed capable of affecting him.
Not even his mother’s death.
“Poor Ash. How pitiful.”
Even as he held Ash, his master hadn’t shed a single tear with him.
How could that be?
He had cared for Ash’s mother so much that he had left his home to follow her when she married.
He had even taught Ash because he was his mother’s child.
To young Ash, that had been a shock.
His master didn’t cry, nor did he get angry.
Was that how all mages were?
Did their emotions simply erode from living too long?
Ash had always wondered.
Yet, here was his master, eyes closed, brows furrowed in a grimace.
His composure was shattered by pleasure, exhaling continuous sighs, his cheeks flushed crimson.
Ash realized that there was something even more entertaining than manipulating an Alpha: watching his master lose himself in pleasure.
A strange itch spread through him.
The saliva pooling in his mouth created wet, lewd sounds with each thrust of his master’s hips.
His entire body twitched in response, his toes curling inward.
A strange heat spread in his lower abdomen, and even Ash’s own cock, which had already climaxed once, began to harden again.
Ash groaned softly.
He wanted to climax too, but he couldn’t control his convulsing body.
To keep from flinching while taking his master’s cock, he had to tightly grip the sheets.
His master looked down at Ash.
“How cute.”
He said it as if praising an ornament.
His master’s face, once again absorbed in pleasure with his eyes closed, was mesmerizingly beautiful.
His movements grew faster and faster.
The mage, who had always lacked passion for anything, was now losing control of himself.
In this moment, the one exciting his master was Ash.
Then, his master suddenly stopped thrusting.
‘Ah, no.’
He was going to swallow it again.
Ash, too focused on the act, realized he had missed his chance to escape once more.
But to his surprise, no semen poured into his throat.
The pubic hair and hip bone that had been grinding against Ash’s face moved away.
“Ungh…?”
‘He’s not making me swallow it?’
Ash had thought his master was an utterly depraved pervert, but perhaps not to that extent?
Besides, it seemed like a mistake earlier.
Since he hadn’t ejaculated in 100 years, perhaps Ash should have been more understanding when he couldn’t hold it in.
His master probably didn’t want to prematurely ejaculate at any random moment, like someone with premature ejaculation.
Ash decided to be more lenient…
Slurp…
The cock, glistening with saliva and semen, slipped out of Ash’s mouth.
Like magic, the long length seemed to endlessly withdraw from his throat.
Ash was still dazed by its sheer size when his master took hold of his cock.
“No, why again. Ugh?”
Ash couldn’t finish his protest, “Are you putting it back in?”
His master, excitement coloring his voice, pushed his cock into Ash’s cheek until it bulged, saying, “It’s soft, and… ngh, it feels good…”
‘…He held out for 100 years, so I guess there’s no helping it. Sigh, I’m doing my filial duty.’
Ash allowed his master to fully enjoy the inside of his mouth.
His master explored every part of Ash’s oral cavity as if on an expedition.
He rubbed the glans against Ash’s palate and the root of his tongue, finally pressing the glans onto his tongue.
And then he ejaculated.
Again.
Ash decided he absolutely had to tell him that this was not proper etiquette.
His master was an old-fashioned person, so he must be clueless about modern bedroom manners.
Then his master said, “Eat it.”
“Huh?”
“Eat it, Ash. Good boy?”
Regrettably, Ash’s master was indeed an utterly hopeless perverted bastard.
Ash stared blankly, mouth agape.
His master covered his nose and mouth with his hand.
Ash couldn’t breathe, and his mouth felt parched.
He was already trying to accommodate his master’s perverse tastes, even without this!
He grimaced, swallowing the semen.
The sensation of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed was indescribably bizarre.
‘What am I going to do about my master?’
It seemed he would continue to abstain for another 100 years.
The only person who would tolerate such acts was a good disciple who loved and respected his master—namely, himself.
However, Ash had no intention of ever engaging in this kind of play again, so his master was destined to remain celibate for another 100, no, 200 years.
***
His master smiled sweetly.
Dressed and composed, he was the same as Ash had always known him to be, yet his face still glowed with a newfound vibrancy.
His eyes sparkled, like they did when he’d discovered a new research topic.
But what could there possibly be to research here?
It had to be Ash’s imagination.
He rubbed his lips, complaining, “Cough, cough…! Master, your taste is really awful. Anyone would run away if you acted like this.”
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“That’s—”
“You looked like you were enjoying it.”
Ash closed his mouth.
He couldn’t say that it was only fun because his master was so desperate.
If he didn’t cooperate with his master out of spite, wouldn’t Ash be the only one losing out?
“Anyway, are we done? I excited you, didn’t I? Let me go.”
Ash demanded, feeling a surge of confidence.
But his master’s reaction was unsettling again.
“What now?”
“This was me getting excited on my own, wasn’t it? You failed. The deal is over.”
“What…!”
Ash felt as if he’d been slapped.
“After making me swallow it all!?”
“That’s one thing, and the deal is another.”
“No, then why did you make me swallow it?!”
“…Because it’s my preference?”
His master blinked slowly, tilting his head as if he wasn’t entirely sure himself.
“Preference, my foot! Do you think I would have swallowed it if it wasn’t part of the deal?! Isn’t this an unfair trade? Is it okay for a master to just deceive his disciple?”
“I don’t think I deceived you…”
“Liar!”
“You often deceived me. Is it that a disciple can lie like it’s a daily meal, but the reverse isn’t allowed?”
“When did I ever lie? Well, I did, but it wasn’t intentional…”
Ash, indignant, suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
“Right. You did it because you didn’t want to be scolded, didn’t you? I understand completely.”
Ash’s face brightened.
As expected, his master was soft on him.
“Yes… I don’t like it when Master gets angry. It’s because I’m scared. You’re the only person I can trust now…”
He said, making himself sound as pathetic as possible.
Indeed, his master seemed to pity his youngest disciple.
His master smiled.
“Alright. Since you wish for it so earnestly… Shall I give you another chance?”
“A chance?”
Ash tried not to appear too delighted.
When he asked, feigning confusion, his master nodded.
“Yes, that’s right. I’ll come back for you. Next time, try your best to excite me properly.”
“Then you’ll let me go? It’s a ‘promise’?”
His master looked at Ash as if he found him adorable.
“Of course. I promise.”
‘Good!’
Ash clenched his fist inwardly.
How could he have known about a mage’s ‘promise’?
How important was it for a mage to make a promise on their name?
It was, of course, because his master had told him.
To young Ash, the mage had made various ‘promises’.
His father would break promises to young Ash like it was nothing, but his master never did.
– You have to come before spring.
– Please don’t let Mother be sad.
– Please make Mother love me.
Whenever his master visited the manor, the ‘promises’ were fulfilled.
His mother would cheer up and show Ash affection.
They would spend happy moments in the warm glass garden, even in winter.
All of it remained a beautiful memory for Ash.
Ash trusted his master.
And honestly, while Ash had ‘failed’ to excite his master this time, wasn’t it almost a success anyway?
If his master hadn’t forcibly moved, Ash was sure he could have made him pass out with just his tongue.
Probably…
‘Next time, I’ll just set the conditions properly.’Like, his master can’t touch him until Ash gives up, or something like that.
Wouldn’t that be enough?