Chapter 297: Slave Auction House (10) **

Chapter 297: Slave Auction House (10) ** "Ugh, big... Hot. Hmm... "

Half of the moans were mixed with pleasure and half were moans of pain.

The difficulty level of Bisil's request to 'not move' was higher than expected.

I was now lying on a table of an appropriate height, with my legs spread in an M shape.

Since there was no distance to fix his posture, he was hugging his thighs.

Although it was a fairly difficult position, it was several times better than standing still when the medicine was applied all over the body and the person was in heat.

Because you can hold the thighs with your hands.

And if you apply a little force, the front of your thighs can be pressed against your stomach and rubbed.

Fortunately, Bisil didn't say anything about me stimulating her body like that.

It was quite a miserable feeling to have to be satisfied with just stroking and squeezing my thighs with my hands, not even my genitals.

I felt excited at the same time.

Even in my opinion, it was the castle wall that gave me trouble.

And of course, just being in this position didn't mean I was letting out those moans.

– Talk.

"... Haha... !"

Lie on your back and spread your legs in an M shape.

Then, of course, she sticks out her pussy as if to show off. It is also the attitude taken for such a situation in the first place.

Bisil stuck a stick into her pussy, which was sticking out as if offering up a woman's weakness.

Cock, cock.

In terms of intensity, it was a century in which a child would poke at something interesting with a tree branch.

However, it was a different story if the area being stabbed was one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body.

Even more so if the tip of the stick is generously coated with etiquette medicine.

The sensation of the stick meticulously sweeping the vagina, as if spreading a medicine to each and every curved fold of the vaginal wall, was crazy.

It felt good.

I felt it when my nipples were being caressed, but the beads on the end of the stick were not just round spheres, but there was something on the surface that could provide a lot of stimulation.

Scratching the vaginal wall with something like that gave me the same pleasure as licking the wrinkles of the vaginal wall with my tongue.

However.

The problem was that this stick was too thin.

The stick was thin, and the beads were small.

While the entire lower abdomen was hot and aching, the stick that was no thicker than a child's finger did not relieve the heat, but only provided a tantalizing sensation.

No, because the medicine was applied to the point where it dripped from the beads, my body became hotter and hotter each time I was stabbed.

The estrus is getting worse, but the command not to move the body has not been lifted.

I gritted my teeth and hugged her thighs with all my strength.

If I didn't do this, it seemed like they would try to attack Bisil at any moment.

In fact, she almost did it a few times already.

The moment I relaxed my arms and let go of my thighs, the leash tightened like a knife, so I failed every time and ended up writhing on the floor.

Thanks to this, the teaching hours continued to get longer.

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"Ah, tsk, tsk... "

I can't even moan comfortably with tantalizing stimulation.

Even though I was so hungry for pleasure that I could even perceive the act of plucking my throat open and scratching my vocal cords as stimulation, I couldn't move.

– Cook.

"Hiit?"

As if exploring the weak spot in the vagina, the stick that was being stabbed in every nook and cranny without missing a point finally reached the cervix.

It wasn't like he was stabbing her hard, or knocking on her baby's room, he just touched her with a 'nudge'.

However, the body that was starving for pleasure multiplied it and accepted it as if it were pleasure.

Her toes in the air twitched without stopping.

It felt like if I relaxed even a little, I would shake my waist without even realizing it.

I desperately hugged my thighs and endured the pleasure and urge.

– Knock, knock, swoosh, swoosh...

"Ugh... Ugh... Under... Eww... Ugh... "

Not knowing my desperate efforts, Bisil playfully poked the cervix or twirled the stick around.

The strangely strong bead continued to harass and attack the deepest part of the body.

It was very difficult to endure that stimulation...

At the same time, it was the pleasure I was able to truly feel for the first time while receiving training from Bisil.

At this time, I paid as much attention as possible to her lower abdomen and concentrated my senses so as not to miss even the faintest pleasure.

Originally, the vagina did not have any special sensation.

Even though it is a genital organ, it is an internal organ, so it is natural.

Just as the throat can be felt when food or drink is consumed, the vagina can also be felt when something enters the mucous membrane and stimulates it.

But now it is marinated in a weak medicine.

I took advantage of my incomparably more sensitive state than usual and did my best to seek pleasure.

Round and round.

Her beads rotate and lick the cervix.

I was so focused that I could picture the size of the deepest part of me in her mind.

"I can't believe I started training to feel with my womb. Has this already been developed? Or did you have talent from the beginning?"

It seemed like Bisil was saying something, but she couldn't hear it properly because all her attention was focused on her lower abdomen.

The more you concentrate, the more pleasure you can feel.

Like an RPG where you level up as you gain experience, your senses became more and more sensitive.

"But let's leave it at this for now. Because I have to do other things too."

-Talk.

"Hmm... !"

– Tap, tap, tap, tap.

"It, hee, heh... Huh... !"

The stick that was in the deepest part falls out.

It doesn't just come out, it touches various parts of the vagina as it goes out.

At most, the small beads only touched a few places, but my senses jumped to a strange degree and my body started jumping.

It's like picking out only the weakest part of the body and touching it...

A weakness has already been discovered?

So fast?

– Tap, tap, tap.

Even while I was panicking, the stick was touching a few more places, and a chilling sensation gradually rose up each time the bead touched.

I put a lot of strength into my arms and endured the rushing sensation.

I didn't endure it for any particular reason.

As I tried to hold back my body from moving as it wanted, I ended up enduring the pleasure as well.

However, if you try to stop the oncoming flood with a flimsy dam, the flood will eventually burst.

I intuitively knew that the longer I endured it, the more amazing the approaching climax would be.

– Sigh...

However, just at the point where it seemed like it would have been possible to go just a little further, the stick touched the last spot and slipped out.

"Under... Ha... "

The pleasure that reached its peak in a body that had become sensitive due to a weak drug and then stopped.

I was overheated and looked up at Bisil with a dazed head.

Bisil shrugged his shoulders and looked to the side.

My head also turned to follow that gaze.

There was an hourglass with all the sand gone.

... Ah.

When I saw it, a memory I had forgotten for a while came to mind.

– If you can not move until this hourglass runs out, I will finish today's training here.

This was what Bisil said before spreading her legs in the shape of an M.

When my thoughts reached that point, I checked the hourglass again.

... No matter how many times I checked, there was no sand left at the top of the hourglass.

Is this the end?

My body, which has never been there before, aches like this. Is this the end?

Ah...

When she turned her head, Bisil and her eyes met.

My five senses became extremely sensitive, and I was able to see my face reflected in Bisil's eyes.

Even if I couldn't see the details, I could read the general expression.

Deeply red cheeks, slightly moist traces of tears in slightly opened eyes, eyes filled with despair and longing despite the melted face.

It was difficult to pinpoint what kind of expression it was due to the mixture of various emotions, but it was a sexy face anyway.

"Fuha. What is that expression? There is no such thing as a bitch in heat. Good. As promised, today's teaching assistantship ends here. I'm not allowed to move."

As soon as permission was given, her hand moved.

– Creak, creak, creak...

Without a moment of hesitation, I started masturbating with my hand dug into my lower abdomen.

Insert a finger into the hole with one hand and circle the clitoris with the other hand.

A primal pleasure, as if it were scratching an itch, covered my head.

I feel good.

"Oh... Ohh... Hmm... "

A moan comes out arbitrarily from the open mouth.

It may have been quite an unsightly appearance, but I didn't have time to worry about how others looked.

I moved my hands just a little faster, just to get more pleasure.

"... Sigh!"

Thanks to my fingers working so hard that it was ugly, the climax came quickly.

Her muscles twitched arbitrarily, and a tingling pleasure that felt like electricity ran through her entire body.

The first peak.

It was as desperate as the rain during a drought, and it felt just as good.

But...

It's not enough.

My fingers were not enough.

I needed something thicker, harder, and capable of penetrating deeper.

Finish.

Something like that is right in front of you, right?

Bisil, who had been watching my depravity right under her nose, looked a little annoyed when our eyes met, as if for some reason things were going as planned.