Chapter 31
1.
With a blindfold blocking my vision, my arms were restrained.
"They said it's specially made for Heroes. I used to wonder why they'd make something like this, but ordinary restraints don't work on us, so it's made from a material that absorbs mana."
I could feel how sturdy the restraints were. I could also feel them absorbing my mana in real time.
These restraints were absorbing my mana and growing stronger.
If I seriously tried to break them, I probably could, but they were sturdy enough to withstand my body jerking reflexively as I reinforced it with mana in the middle of our play.
"Looks like they even took pictures of us while we were out and about. I guess we'll know everything tomorrow, huh?"
"Hh, ah…!"
When he said something that arousing, my body trembled before I could stop it.
Normally, it would have been enough to make me squeal with embarrassment, but with desire ruling my whole body, even my shame was turning into desire.
My body trembled, not from fear, but from pleasure.
"Here, hold this."
From the feel of it, what Dojin had put in my hands was the hem of my dress. It was… about waist-high.
In other words, I was blindfolded, lifting my skirt and showing Dojin my lower half.
What was this? It was incredibly arousing…
"You're already soaked. You're quite the eager one."
"Hh, ah…"
Not knowing what to say, I let out a heated sigh. I couldn't deny it—not when my underwear was already damp, from what I could feel.
I could feel my wetness slipping down my thighs where my underwear couldn't hold it.
I had no idea that not being able to see could make me this excited.
Squish, squish. Squish.
In a steady rhythm, Dojin pulled my panties aside and began fondling my pussy. Fondling? No, it felt more like he was playing with me.
He squeezed, tugged, flicked, and tapped wherever he pleased, indulging his own curiosity.
"Mm, ngh, ahh…!"
The problem was that my body welcomed even that as pleasure.
I could feel saliva slipping from the corner of my mouth, and the hand holding my dress trembled.
Honestly, I wanted to let go and drop the hem right that second. Pleasure had taken over every nerve in my body, draining all my strength.
But I reminded myself that Dojin was punishing me, and held on with all my might, trembling.
At least the wall was right behind me, so I could lean against it. Otherwise, with my legs shaking like this, I doubt I could have stayed on my feet.
There was only one problem now.
This was just the beginning, wasn't it…?
"Hah, ah…"
"You're so wet."
Dojin pulled his fingers away and stood up, then brought them to my mouth.
I almost bit down on what he'd suddenly put between my lips, but instead I relaxed my jaw and moved my tongue, gently licking his fingers.
Licking my own wetness felt a little unpleasant, but it wasn't all that strange. I'd even given him a blowjob during sex before, and I was used to licking up my own wetness.
After doing it several times in such arousing situations, my body had developed a habit of getting even more excited when I tasted myself.
It was like Pavlov's dog. In my case, you could call it "Lapis's wetness," too.
"Enough."
The hand that had been teasing my mouth disappeared. I could feel a thin strand of saliva stretching between us.
I couldn't see Dojin's expression through the blindfold.
That only made me feel more anxious and excited at once.
At the same time, a thought crossed my mind.
I'd really gone too far, hadn't I?
No. It was because I knew Dojin was right there. I wouldn't expose myself blindfolded in front of just anyone.
"Hh, ah…"
As soon as I thought that, my body shivered, and I felt my wetness trickling out thickly.
I heard a chuckle. I couldn't tell whether it came from me or Dojin.
"Honestly, is this even a punishment…? Seeing how much you're enjoying it, I'm not sure it counts."
Dojin touched my pussy again with his fingers.
Squish, squish, squish, squish…
Just like before, he played with me however he pleased, without holding back. It was far too rough and selfish to call it caressing.
But my body accepted it as caressing, forcing out pleasure until my waist went weak and trembled.
"Hm? Answer me."
"Hh, ah, ah…! I-I'm sorry…!"
Between my moans, I did my best to apologize.
To be honest, the pleasure was so intense that I would already have collapsed to the floor if Dojin hadn't noticed my shaking knees and forced me to stay upright.
If I hadn't been gripping the hem of my dress so tightly, I might have been touching my breasts and masturbating already.
"I-I'm… sorry, I'm sorry…!"
I kept apologizing, letting out little moans between the words.
Maybe my apology wasn't good enough, because Dojin kept thrusting his fingers into my pussy, and I couldn't get a hold of myself.
He squeezed, tugged, flicked, and tapped in an irregular pattern, stimulating every part of me without regard for what was sensitive. It was unbearable.
As I struggled to catch my breath, he found my G-spot.
"Hah—! Ngh!"
Pleasure made my head spin. It was taking over my mind. My pussy spurted wetness with each pulse.
My knees buckled, and only after I grabbed Dojin's head was I able to remain standing, even if I was still shaking.
"You forgot you're being punished, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't…"
I couldn't help wondering if it was my fault that I was overwhelmed by pleasure, but I was the one who'd done wrong. At least for now, I was completely at his mercy.
Apparently still unsatisfied, Dojin pulled me over to the bed and laid me down.
He fastened a chain to a post-like fixture on the headboard, then attached the restraints on my wrists to it.
"Don't lower your hands."
"O-okay…"
As if I could lower them anyway. The blindfold was still in place.
A little while later, I heard a ripping sound.
"Ah…!"
"Stay still."
Dojin kept me from moving and roughly tore at my clothes.
He gripped my cape coat and ripped it apart. The outfit was made from mana-absorbing thread, but once Dojin used telekinesis to enhance his physical strength and tear at it, there was no way it could hold up.
Rrrip, rrrip.
I heard buttons pop as the coat tore, while the dress split apart as if cut with scissors.
And as he did it, I grew even more excited, breathing in short, heated gasps.
It felt like being raped, and that thought excited me. I didn't have some fetish for being raped by just anyone.
It was simply that Dojin seemed unable to hold back his desire, as though he were imposing it on me without even asking. That was what excited me.
With a pop, my bra was torn away. It had probably been fairly expensive, but it didn't matter now. It was probably too damaged to wear again.
I heard him toss aside my panties after cutting them away as casually as if using scissors.
With both hands tied above me, I was completely naked before him.
Thinking about my trembling body being exposed to him made me even more excited.
I was a lost cause. When it came to Dojin, if desire stirred in me, I felt like I would accept anything he said.
"It'll restore itself, right? Make it again."
"Hh, ah…"
His low, deep voice gave me an order.
Before my mind could respond, my mouth opened and spoke the activation word.
"Shine…!"
With a soft whoosh, I felt my torn clothes reappear on me. Even after dressing, I was still without underwear.
My hands were still bound. Apparently, it didn't have an escape function.
I thought I heard a flutter. The dress was short, and Dojin must have lifted it. Cool air brushed against my pussy.
"It'll restore itself anyway, so I'm going to dirty it however I want. Got a problem with that?"
"N-no…"
Dojin heard my answer and immediately started doing what he'd planned.
Squish, squish, squish, squish.
Just like before, he squeezed, tugged, flicked, and tapped me at will—but now he was caressing me rather than simply playing around.
The problem was the intensity. It wasn't a pace that let me savor the pleasure. It was just enough to push me over the edge.
Shlup, shlup, shlup, shlup.
Squish, squish, squish, squish.
Dojin's long middle finger moved relentlessly inside me, forcing pleasure upon me.
"Hh, ngh, ahhh…♡!"
"Hh, ah, ahh…♡!"
I cried out, squirting repeatedly as I came. My back arched stiffly, and my whole body trembled.
My breasts bounced on their own as my body reached its peak.
I felt something trickle down over my clothes.
"Huh…?"
"Whew."
The blindfold snapped away, and my vision returned. It seemed Dojin had lost interest in it.
And what I saw was… my clothes, soaked through.
Haha.
Dojin had really made up his mind.
2.
"Whew."
With a wet sound, Dojin's cock slipped out of Lapis's pussy.
He had never once finished outside before, but tonight was an exception.
He used the bound Lapis like a masturbatory toy, pulling away whenever he neared his release and spilling over her clothes instead.
Normally, her pussy would be hot and gaping, fluttering as Dojin's semen dripped from it, yearning only for his cock to enter again.
If Lapis hadn't been restrained, she would have spread her legs and begged him at once.
"Hah, ah, please… finish inside me…!"
Lapis begged, her hips twisting in the air. Her eyes seemed to burn with the fire of pleasure.
She usually savored the afterglow of him finishing inside her, but today he hadn't done so even once.
His enormous cock pounded against her uterus, and she could barely breathe through the pleasure. But without him finishing inside her, it didn't feel like things had properly ended, and her body only grew hotter.
And now, for the seventh time, he ruined her clothes.
The thirst that made her want to break free of her restraints drove Lapis nearly mad.
Even so, Dojin was stricter than usual today. It was clear how often he normally gave in to Lapis.
"No. This is your punishment."
"B-but…"
"Today, I'm finishing on your clothes every time."
"Hh, that's so mean…"
Her clothes were already in no condition to wear, stained with her own wetness and his semen. The dried mess clung to them, leaving a stale odor.
Honestly, she wanted to take them off. Wearing clothes that were dirty, damp, and smelly was miserable.
But every time she heard Dojin call it 'punishment,' Lapis realized she was getting excited.
An erotic punishment from the person you loved—wasn't that more like a reward?
Even if she was yearning for him now, if this was one of the ways he showed his love…
Lapis was willing to play along with a smile. She might not be able to smile during the scene, since it was so intense.
"Come on, let's do it again. Be ready."
"Hh…! O-oh…!"
Lapis caught her breath as he pressed in all at once, reaching deep into her womb.
As always, Dojin was huge and heavy. Whenever he entered her, Lapis felt as though she were being skewered.
Still, she was certain Dojin was the only one with a cock this good.
As he pressed into her again and again, Lapis writhed, overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Hngh, ah…! I-I can't take this…!"
"I told you to stop enjoying it so much."
Dojin smacked Lapis's breasts. It felt less like he meant to hurt her and more like he was trying to snap her out of it.
The sharp sting made Lapis jerk as if lightning had flashed through her mind.
Her pussy kept squirting, shamelessly reveling in pleasure despite this being a punishment, as if it weren't bothered at all.
Dojin thought so and smacked the place where they were joined with his palm.
"Hoooh…!!"
Lapis thrashed, twisting her body. As she did, her pussy clenched around him from a different angle.
It was a surprisingly good sensation. Usually, Dojin was the one leading, and she only squeezed him in little pulses while lost in pleasure. But when she was this overwhelmed, the way she clenched around him felt different—almost like her mouth.
If he learned to enjoy that, it would be hard to hold back…
Thinking so, Dojin pressed down on her stomach.
His size was already extraordinary, and Lapis had an average build with little body fat, so when he pressed down, his shape showed through her stomach.
Normally, something this large would make sex feel like torture, but mana users were different. Their bodies differed from ordinary humans in ways like this.
"Hh, ah, ah! Th-that, I can't…!"
"What?"
"I-I'll go crazy… I can't, I can't…!"
When he pressed down, she felt even more full, and his already imposing size seemed even larger.
Lapis could do nothing beneath him but thrash.
The restraints on her arms were too sturdy to break reflexively. The casual reinforcement she used on her body wasn't enough to break them.
But if she deliberately tried to break them, Dojin's punishment was still underway.
It was lucky the punishment wasn't only painful and she could still lose herself in pleasure. If it had been nothing but suffering, her patience might have run out, and she might have created a blade to smash the restraints.