Chapter 595: 13.93 (R-18)

*10 Inch straight to my heart #1*

Matthew suddenly brought him into a secret room that was locked all the time. It was so dark that Yunyu couldn't see anything.

"Let's do the ritual, Jean."

Matthew sat Jean on a long sofa, and then he put a blindfold on Jean, which terrified the Young Master. 

Jean struggled reluctantly when he was blindfolded. The room was already dark, but this blindfold, it made everything ten times scarier for him. 

"M—Mathew, can we not use blindfold? The room is dark already. You don't need to use the blindfold, right?"

"No, you need to use this, Jean. This is part of the ritual and obligatory, if I can say."

"Wu… it's so scary…." Jean whimpered out of fear. He didn't know what would happen next, but he was sure it wouldn't be good for his heart. 

"Just relax, and give your body to me, okay?" Matthew whispered in Jean's ear. It was like a devil whispered to him, enchanting him with his sweet, mellow voice. Yet, what Matthew did right now was the opposite of sweet. 

It was terrifying, sensual, but terrifying. 

Matthew grabbed Jean's wrists and pulled it up. Jean, who was already terrified, got even more scared and started sobbing. He felt the rough sensation of a rope tying his wrists, hanging up to the ceiling. This position got Jean completely vulnerable, and he kept struggling lightly a few times. 

"M—Matthew… Jean is scared…."

"Don't be, Jean. I'm always here with you," Matthew replied, trying to pacify his beloved Young Master. 

[Okay, seriously, what is happening right now?]

[He is touching you, of course.]

[Okay, good. Let him touch me more.]

[Pupa:…]

After the preparation was ready, Jean felt something wasn't right as he sensed Matthew's breath suddenly disappear from around his neck. He struggled and called, "M—Matthew? Husband? I'm so scared, please don't leave me!" Jean begged. 

…

…

There was no answer.

"M—Matthew? Please don't joke like this, wuwuwu… I'm scared, I'm so scared!!" 

"I'm not leaving you, Jean. I'm setting up my paint. Now stay still and give yourself to me," Matthew said. 

"Give myself to you?"

"Yes, whatever happens, you cannot object. Don't you love me?"

"Y—Yes…"

"Then you cannot object to what I'm going to do with you. Trust me," Matthew said, followed by a slight chuckle that got Jean terrified. 

…

…

There was no movement and no sound from around the room. Jean was convinced that Matthew really left him alone in this dark room. 

Until he could feel a cold touch on his cheek that made him jolted, "M—Matthew?" 

…

There was no answer, but he could feel the cold hand slowly creeping on his chest and started unbuttoning his tunic. 

"Uuu…. So cold… Matthew, husband… your hand is so cold…." 

…

There was still no answer, but the hand started caressing Jean's chest gently. He flicked Jean's pink nipple few times to get more reaction.

"Ah! Ah! P—Please, not my nipple, wu… my nipple is so sensitive!" Jean begged. But such begging only made the cold hands even braver than before. He started pinching Jean's pink nipples. 

"Uhhh! Ahhh!" Jean started struggling. His body jerked back, trying to avoid the hand. But he suddenly felt a big hand that touched his smooth and slim thigh. 

"Wu—WUAH!" Jean was shocked when two hands held his thighs, and the hands pulled his pants down, exposing everything. 

Jean shivered as he felt the cold hands were touching everything, only leaving out his cock that had been hardened for a while and his pink chrysanthemum. 

The cold hands crawled up and grabbed his waist. He raised Jean and then sat on the same chair with him. When the cold hands put him down again, he could feel that he was sitting on top of a pair of strong but cold thighs. 

Jean leaned in, and he was also surprised by how cold Matthew's body was right now. 

He shuffled a bit, and he could feel the big cock rubbing in-between his but cheeks. 

But it was also cold, everything about this Matthew was really cold, and this cold was like an ice that stung Jean's skin. 

"M—Matthew, why are you so cold? I feel like I'm sitting on ice…."

"It's because I've been working tirelessly in the woods for you, Jean…." Matthew replied. But his voice was far away. It didn't make sense because Matthew was supposed to be propping him, the man Jean was sitting on right now. 

"M—Matthew, this is really you, right?"

"Yes, it's me. It's always been me, Jean. Will you give me all of you… your heart, and your body to me? This would be your first time, right?" Matthew asked.

[Okay, seriously, what the fuck is happening right now? I feel like Matthew is quite far from me right now.]

[Pupa: There are two Matthews right now. The original one is currently sitting quite far from you, painting something on his canvas.]

[Pupa: The one propping you right now is his shadow. You know, the same monster that popped out when Matthew manifested his dark magic.]

[Ah, I see. So what you mean is… I'm currently having sex with a monster version of Matthew?]

[Pupa: Yes.]

[Nice! He has a big cock as well! This one is even bigger, about 25 centimetres! This one will pierce straight to my heart, I bet.] 

[Pupa: You seriously have no fear about this.]

[I mean, I've been sex-deprived in this world for too long. Do you know how hard I hold myself, so I won't just like… pounced on someone and start riding his dick?]

Jean shivered as he felt the cold hands caressing his inner thigh and then poking on his pink hole. He was still a virgin, and he was scared because his first time would be a 25 centimetre or near ten-inch huge cock. 

He would be dead when that huge cock pierced straight to his heart. Yet, he was aroused when the cold hands started poking his hole, making his cock stood straight and twitched.

"P—Please be gentle. I'm so scared…."