Ch.377377. Mental Image (5)

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“While someone’s been running around like crazy, someone else is enjoying the good life here with wine, women, and song. Things are going just great, aren’t they?”

“…”

Eliya’s words make me break out in a cold sweat.

I desperately want to retort that they’re also here to squeeze me dry in this debauchery, but the other party’s demeanor is too menacing to voice such thoughts.

“…But didn’t you come here because you wanted to?”

Unlike me, however, there are people who can say such things regardless of how threatening the other party looks.

Faynol Leiphec, who was next in line to “get nailed,” opened his mouth with a visibly displeased expression.

He had been looking forward to what he was about to do, and finding these stray cats interfering clearly annoyed him…

“You’re just upset because you couldn’t keep your place in line and didn’t get nailed first. We’ll use him first and then hand him over to you, so please refrain from cutting in line?”

Wait.

What about my opinion…?

Is it just an established fact that I get squeezed like an object?

“Oh, you came all this way to fight?”

Of course, Eliya isn’t the type to let such comments slide.

As his expression turned fierce with anger rising to his head, the Luminary clapped his hands to draw everyone’s attention.

“Now, now, let’s not fight.”

Speaking with a relaxed demeanor, he continued with a grin.

“We all already agreed to share this person, and it’s not like he’s going to wear out from overuse.”

No.

Wear out…

Wear out…

Such desperate thoughts flashed through my mind, but the Luminary added another sentence, ignoring my thoughts.

“Then why don’t we all just pile on and do it all at once?”

“…”

How did we reach that conclusion?

Fortunately, I clearly wasn’t the only one who disagreed with this conclusion.

“…No, I mean, you’re the one cutting in line—”

Faynol responded with an expression that said “are you kidding me?”, but the Luminary approached him stealthily with his hands behind his back.

He was clearly up to something secretive.

“Don’t be like that. Could I borrow your ear for a moment?”

The Luminary leaned toward Faynol’s ear and whispered something.

I don’t know what he said, but Faynol’s expression went from “oh” to “oho” and finally settled on understanding.

“…If you’ve prepared even that, I guess I have no choice.”

“Right? Then let’s all do it together♥”

“…”

What is it?

What on earth is it?

“Honestly, I don’t really care about anything else, let’s just squeeze Darwood Campbell first, shall we?”

“…”

And our hero has clearly been spouting nothing but beastly words all this time, no matter what anyone says.

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It’s complete chaos.

The situation is clearly beyond common sense, starting with the fact that my body is floating in the air with no intention of coming down.

What’s keeping my body afloat is the Luminary’s magical power. I don’t know how he can do this inside someone else’s head, but I suppose it makes sense for someone who can even travel back in time.

And while floating in the air, his body is densely covered with women clinging to him.

It’s like a victim being devoured in a zombie movie.

Of course, the difference is:

Far from being covered in blood, he’s receiving “service” that’s excessive for any one person, happening in real-time.

“-hup, haah-“

“-mm, mmm-“

The pillars of the Empire…

These women are each hugging one of his feet and licking them devotedly.

They’re naturally performing gestures considered absolute submission in erotica, without any hesitation.

Body and soul, I offer to you.

While such declarations continue through their actions, Eliya and Faynol are clinging to his upper body.

Despite usually being at each other’s throats, the combination of them carefully licking his nipples is quite impressive.

Rhythmically, as if trying to stimulate his sexual arousal, they lick slowly with affection, suggesting that all the women before him are his and encouraging him to satisfy everyone’s desires with sticky, lingering licks.

It feels like his entire body is being licked by tongues.

How infatuated must these women be with him to throw away all pride and dignity, dedicating themselves completely to pleasing him?

In this situation, there isn’t a man in the world who wouldn’t become aroused.

And in this state, the one clinging to his groin and licking the glans with their tongue is the Luminary.

“-♥”

With an especially captivating gaze compared to the others, they look up at him while taking his member fully into their mouth, skillfully stroking the back with their tongue.

While the others seem to be acting naturally out of overflowing desire, this one’s every action seems filled with certainty.

It feels like they already know exactly how to satisfy Darwood and are acting accordingly.

Darwood’s uncontrollable moaning despite countless previous sexual encounters proves that this certainty is not misplaced.

“Haa- haa-“

Exhaling, the Luminary removed their mouth from his member, immediately extending their tongue to take his testicles into their mouth and roll them around.

With a happy smile on their face, they spoke in a low, husky voice with unclear pronunciation but clear meaning.

“You need to make lots and lots of baby seeds, my lord♥”

With a seductive smile that narrowed their eyes, they slowly placed hot breath on his testicles and continued.

“Everyone here, all of us, want to receive my lord’s seed on this occasion. You’ll need to work hard so no one is left disappointed♥”

While saying this, a deep kiss.

As if submitting to “this place,” they repeatedly plant sincere, affectionate kisses on his member.

“…I’ll, try, my, best…”

Darwood replied, sweating profusely from the pleasure coursing through his body.

Though he could barely string words together, trying not to look unseemly.

‘…Can I handle this?’

It feels good… but.

The heat in the multiple pairs of eyes surrounding his body is truly alarming.

It conveys a desperate determination to see this through to the end no matter what.

Perhaps the slight tilting of his floating body is the signal for what’s to come.

“-Well then.”

And in that state, Faynol, who had clearly been holding back until now, climbed on top with gleaming eyes.

Sticky fluid was not just dripping but practically flooding from her private parts.

“First serving, I’ll enjoy this-♡”

The insertion that followed was equally without delay.

Darwood’s face contorted from the hot sensation rising through his lower body.

How should I put it? The demons are clearly future versions of themselves, but compared to them, these women seem much more… “hungry.”

I can tell they’re not skilled. To speak frankly, Darwood himself has developed quite a few techniques after being squeezed dozens of times a day.

However, the determination to receive his seed is abundantly clear in every movement.

“Ha, haah-“

In fact, what’s visible beneath that gaze is something beyond sexual excitement—a kind of “achievement.”

Like finally obtaining something they’ve desperately wanted.

“-Do you know how difficult it’s been all this time, Darwood?”

“Hmm?”

The words that followed were likely in that context.

“Teasing me like that, with such a delicious scent, so, so much-“

“…”

“Now I can finally, as I please, to my taste-“

Saying this, Faynol lowered her head and kissed him deeply.

“-make you mine.”

“…”

Why is she so happy about this?

Darwood answered calmly with a bitter smile.

“Eat as you please. It’s all yours.”

“…—♥♥♥♥!!!”

Hearing that answer, heat visibly surged through Faynol’s entire body.

It’s clear how excited she became from just one sentence.

The problem is:

She’s not the only one who would get excited hearing such words.

“-Huh, what?”

Lucien Greyhounter and Yuria Greyhaunter, who had been lying dazed on the floor, both rose at the same time.

They must have felt the surge of energy nearby.

“Me too, I want to do it too-!”

Seeing the White Demon poking her head in with those words, Darwood’s mind went blank.

Ah, right.

These weren’t even all the people here…

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