Show Me Your Stats! - Chapter 58
Chapter 58 – NSFW?
“Are you drunk?” Janus asked affectionately before squeezing with his arm around Ayra’s waist.
The mage couldn’t even guess when the mercenary had approached behind him. It felt as if he was being bitten in the back by an animal, and shivers ran down his spine. Still, Ayra smiled as he shivered. Then, without hesitation, Janus pulled him closer into his embrace. The warmth returned to the mage’s body, which had grown cold in the meantime.
This hot body temperature was now what Ayra could recall the best about the mercenary–the warmth made him feel like the other liked him, even if that wasn’t the case.
“You’re so affectionate today–did you miss me?” Ayra asked casually.
But, without hesitation, the other replied immediately. Ayra’s heart rate accelerated a little at his response.
Janus whispered, “I missed you. I was so surprised, you know, you even appeared in my dreams.”
“Aha. A dream.” The corners, twitching, of Ayra’s mouth curled up involuntarily. The memories he had tried so hard to forget came to mind.
“Aren’t you curious about how you appeared in my dreams?” Janus asked, his red eyes shining.
Of course Ayra wasn’t curious; to be frank, he already knew what happened in Janus’s dream. But, he tried to pretend ignorance…
“You tied me up and whipped me so relentlessly, but you were so sexy that my dick jumped up every time I got hit.”
‘Arghhh!’ Ayra screamed inwardly. ‘Pervert, you pervert! Why would you get excited after being hit by a whip! Even if it’s a dream, that’s still…! I even got violated by him in his dream!’
Reflexively, his expression turned serious; he slowly wiggled his body, unable to escape from the mercenary’s tight grip. “It was a dream–just a dream. I’ve never whipped anyone, nor do I intend to do so in the future.”
“You don’t? Really? What a shame. Then…how about I give it a try?” Janus squeezed the mage’s buttocks firmly before letting go. In the middle of a busy street…!
Startled, Ayra struggled to break free. There was no real effect, but the more he struggled, the tighter the arms around his waist became, making it hard to breathe. The mercenary’s red eyes seemed as if they could devour him at any moment.
‘In order to increase Janus’s affection levels… Do I need to hit him or get hit by him?’ Ayra agonized over this thought as he looked around. Before he knew it, they were being dragged further into a darker alley.
‘Could he possibly be planning to do it here? It feels like something Janus might do.’ Ayra’s movements grew more frantic, but his body continued to be pulled along. “W-Wait a minute. I said, wait…”
“I woke up after that dream, but my body was so hot that I ran up to the mountain in the middle of the night. I don’t know how many demonic beasts I killed.” Janus, after arriving in a remote enough place to avoid prying eyes, pushed Ayra somewhat roughly against the wall.
The mercenary opened and closed his crimson lips; his gaze, focused on Ayra, was that of a hungry man. “It was my first time having a dream like that, and it was the first time I’ve ever wanted to see someone so much.”
At those words, Ayra’s heart thumped and plummeted down, before soaring back up again. Janus was merely saying that he missed Ayra after having a lewd dream like some pubescent boy, but the mage was so excited to hear the other say that he missed him.
“You have to take responsibility,” Janus crooned.
“Honestly, w-what do you want me to take responsibility for? I thought it was just a dream?” Ayra stammered, cheeks flushing red. He felt as if he were on the brink of a situation that might escalate.
“There’s nothing more uncomfortable than stopping in the middle. I think I might explode right here, Ayra.” Janus whispered, “Do you want to touch it?” He suddenly grabbed Ayra’s hand, dragging it to the crotch of his pants. Just as the mercenary said, the cock trapped in his pants was already heavily swollen.
Surprised, Ayra tried to quickly pull his hand away, but the mercenary’s strong grip trapped him.
“Haah, stroke it more…” Janus urged as he, with narrowed crimson eyes, guided Ayra’s hand to his groin, openly moaning with every touch. Meanwhile, his other hand wrapped around Ayra’s waist, pulling the mage closer. “Haah…”
Ayra knew he should tell him to stop, since he didn’t know when someone may pass by, but all that came out of his open lips was rough breathing. The memories of the pleasure Janus had given him the day before he left for Sobleche were reigniting within his body like a burning ember.
Even so, it didn’t seem right to do it in the open, so they should at least return to their lodgings…
After hesitating, Ayra, startled by the sound of a possible passerby, reflexively clenched his hand. Even if his HP was 9,999,999, Janus whimpered, affected by the attack to his groin.
“Ack! Sorry…” Ayra murmured.
As a man, he could imagine how much it would hurt to have someone squeeze *down there,* so he hurried to apologize. However, simultaneously, the scary weapon grew frighteningly larger.
“No–don’t be sorry!” As soon as the young released his grip, Janus pulled Ayra’s fingers up to his face. Ayra wondered if the mercenary would gently kiss them, but instead Janus began to lick the fingers.
He soon pointed the tip of his tongue and pushed it in the gap between the young lord’s fingers. He repeatedly inserted and withdrew that red, hot prehensile muscle into the narrow gap. His eyes, watching Ayra, were curved in a wicked smile; the bumps on his tongue gently scratched Ayra’s palm. Rolling the trembling magician’s fingers into his mouth and playfully nibbling on them, Janus chuckled, “It’s so narrow, it’s hard to put it all the way in.”
“Nngh…” Ayra couldn’t tell if his inadvertent moan was from Janus biting his fingers or from the tingles that danced down his tailbone. “Janus, wait. Here… People will walk by.”
Ayra barely managed to hold onto his reason and pushed his partner back. He had a premonition that things might get out of hand if he didn’t. However, Janus didn’t seem to heed his resistance and continued to tease the mage. As if Janus was about give a deep kiss, he loudly sucked on Ayra’s lower lip before asking, “Want me to lick your ears?”
“What?”
“You like it, right? Me holding you down and licking your ear from behind. I’ll suck on it so deeply you’ll only hear wet sounds while I’m doing it.” Janus crushed Ayra against the wall while spouting vaguely lewd comments. He blew air into the mage’s ear–a ticklish sensation–then, leaning in until his lips touched the shell of Ayra’s ear, he whispered, “At first, it’ll be very tight, so I’ll gently loosen it… You taste good everywhere, so I’m sure my tongue will be happy.”
His warm fingers crawled beneath the Mage’s clothes, as if they were about to sweep across Ayra’s skin. His crimson pupils absorbed Ayra’s reactions intently. The hand that had been caressing the mage’s waist passed over the mage’s tensed abdomen–like painting with his fingers and palm–before gently cupping the mage’s chest.
“Your nipples are so soft; they’re quite enjoyable to chew on. But, it’ll hurt if I chew, so instead I’ll suck on them for you, until they stand up, firm, from excitement.”
How outrageous! Ayra should have stopped the other from saying such lascivious things aloud in public. Nevertheless, Ayra found himself unable to respond, lost for words. Then, exhaling unconsciously, he swallowed dry saliva.
Janus raised the corners of his lips into a sly smile upon hearing Ayra’s reactions–his sense of hearing was as sensitive as his sense of smell. He continued to caress Ayra’s neck with firm fingers and said, “I’m quite good at holding my breath.”
“What?” Ayra was puzzled at that seemingly random statement. He couldn’t understand why the mercenary would say something like that in this context. His gaze focused on the other’s lips.
‘Should. I. suck. you. off?’ Those prominent–today more so than any other day–lips mouthed.
“Although I’ve never done it before, I think I’d be quite good at it.” A teasing grin on his face, Janus licked his lips suggestively. At some point, one of his hands began to grope and explore Ayra’s inner thigh. “I’ll eat you out until you cry and beg me to stop. I’ll make it so you can’t even stand properly. And then… it’ll be my turn…”
The blatant, explicit sexual harassment caused heat to rise to Ayra’s head. Janus’s hand went further up past his thighs before placing itself between the mage’s legs. Then, the firm palm pressed and pressed against the hardening cock.
“I’ll just take off my pants and plunge inside you until you faint.”
What a crazy guy. How could he do something so obscene in public…
Ayra lashed out at Janus in his heart. Dizzying arousal soared from behind his knees, past his solar plexus, to the hollow of his throat; Ayra couldn’t help but swallow.
This was truly insane.
He should have told the mercenary to stop talking nonsense and move elsewhere. Instead, for some inexplicable reason, Ayra found himself grabbing Janus by the collar and locking lips with the mercenary. Instead of urging the other to leave this dirty, messy alley and move to an inn, he aggressively pushed the mercenary into a darker, deeper space.
“Haha. Ayra, you’re so cute right now.” Janus chuckled and docilely stepped back according to his lover’s pushes. His hand caressed the mage’s flushed cheeks. “I want to devour you, flesh and bone, until nothing is left.”
‘What should I do…’
Janus trailed insidiously off as he slowly licked Ayra’s cheek. It felt less like a caress and more like he was savoring the mage’s skin, moving from Ayra’s cheek down to his neck before playfully nuzzling his earlobe like a dog. Janus’s hot tongue traced Ayra’s skin and drenched the peach fuzz. Finally, he pulled Ayra into his captive embrace and greedily sought the mage’s lips.
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