CH 30

Name:Show Me Your Stats! Author:
Chapter 30

“This cute hole has been twitching for a while now–this must feel good,” Janus said as he rubbed it gently with his thumb. Ayra could also see another hole–the one on his penis–twitch and drip clear fluid. Goosebumps suddenly traveled down his spine; he struggled to free his wrists from the mercenary’s grip. However, the mercenary only squeezed tighter. Janus seemed to be trying his hardest to pull an admission–the fact that Ayra felt good–out of the mage.

Janus, who rhythmically undulated his fingers until Ayra’s pink penis stood firmly erect, finally pushed his hands between his own legs. Reaching through that narrow gap, he released his penis from where it had been deliberately trapped between firm thigh muscles.

Ayra opened his eyes wide at that *thing*. He had never once thought that his own member was small. In fact, he had been inwardly pleased at its thickness, appropriate length, and pleasing appearance. However, when placed side by side against Janus’s penis, the young lord’s appeared relatively small…

Perhaps because the mercenary’s hair and eyes were such an impressive red, Janus’s penis also had a conspicuous tint of red to it as well. They were the same body part, but the mercenary’s seemed more like a club than a penis. Blue veins ran from the root into his towering shaft; his base, thicker than tree roots, was framed with impactful, curly red pubic hair.

Ayra unknowingly faltered back, but he was caught by the wrist.

“Come.” Janus slightly tilted his head, lowered his red eyes, and exhaled hot air. He grabbed his member, shaking and stroking it.

That sight was like a well-produced pornographic video. His thick penis bobbed up and down over the backdrop of sharp, sculpted abs. The loud, deliberate sounds of the mercenary’s strokes and rubs filled the air; several times, it bumped against Ayra’s member. Janus openly displayed his lust through his audible groans.

​​Everytime Janus’s penis bounced up and rubbed tantalizingly against the young lord’s member, Ayra felt the strings keeping his rationality in place becoming thinner. His pride disappeared; before he knew it, only the desire for pleasure filled his mind. Watching the mercenary masturbate, he wanted to immediately place his own member in the mercenary’s hands.

‘Hnngh….’  A faint groan of agony poured from the young lord’s swollen lips. Suffering from unfulfilled desire, Ayra finally surrendered. “Fine, I feel good, so quickly…”

Ayra’s companion definitely heard his begging, but the mercenary simply squinted his red eyes, as if he were enjoying the young lord’s pleas. The young lord tapped his feet–his shoes dangled from his feet. Ayra sighed in anticipation and impatience. However, he still had a faint sense of pride and fear left and couldn’t open his mouth easily–much to the disappointment of his companion, who desired Ayra’s total collapse.

After biting his lips several times, Ayra called out Janus’s name in an impatient voice. Eventually, the mage slouched and rounded his torso. He rubbed his forehead on Janus’s chest, looked up, and plaintively called the mercenary’s name, over and over again.

“Janus….”

His companion’s eyebrows wiggled when he heard the young mage’s strangely drawn out voice. The rise and fall of the mercenary’s thick rib cage was conveyed through the young lord’s skin; soon afterwards, the mercenary released the mage’s wrist.

“Ahhh, ah!”

​​A large, hot hand grabbed Ayra’s penis; the young mage shuddered, and his body jerked. After being tantalized for so long, the burning pleasure of someone gripping and rubbing his member was so indescribably sweet.

“How is it? Feeling good?” Janus bit the mage’s automatically parted lips; he grabbed both their penises in one hand. The sensation of both their penises rubbing against each other, paired with the hot palm–the answering sensation in Ayra’s earlobes–made goosebumps rise all over the young lord’s skin.

Ayra felt like his waist was melting from the pleasure and heat. “Nngh, Ah, Ah! I-It feels good…ngh…so good…”

Ayra, whose last vestiges of pride had just flown away, gasped and clung onto his companion. At a loss for what to do, the young lord rubbed his cheek against the man’s chest and reminisced on that searingly pleasurable kiss. He hugged Janus’s neck and kissed the mercenary–there was no need to hesitate, considering all that had already occurred. While sucking and biting on his companion’s lips, Ayra slowly blinked his gray eyes, teary from desire, and made eye contact with a pair of beautiful, red gems.

“Hnn, you feel that good?” Janus smiled crookedly–the bitten lips settled in an attractive, uneven line. Just when Ayra noticed that his pupils–in the midst of that vivid red iris–narrowed, Janus flipped the young lord onto his back. Because a single cape was the only shield against the cold, a chill permeated through the bare soil. However, Ayra couldn’t pay any attention to that.

While Ayra laid back, Janus moved his body. Somehow, the young lord felt that the color of the other’s eyes had become even more vivid. However, as soon as the thought popped up in his head, Ayra’s body flinched; the mercenary’s scarily large penis had stabbed his perineum painfully. “Ngh! It hurts!”

It felt like Ayra had been kicked between the legs; he tried to push the mercenary away. Needless to say, Janus wasn’t pushed back at all—not even a single inch. Gasping hard as if he’d expended all his energy, Ayra tried to raise the other’s waist. The man’s thick, club-like penis pushed up and slid down the line of flesh–to Ayra’s buttocks.

“Haah…I’m dying to put it in.” 1

When the thick head of his penis rubbed blatantly between Ayra’s butt cheeks, the young lord’s excitement disappeared in an instant. ‘? Out in the open air–this isn’t even a bedroom? You’re okay with shoving that weapon inside under our current circumstances?’ Ayra shook his head desperately, “No, Nngh…nn…Don’t… If you put it in here…It won’t fit…”

Precum slicked the area; Janus poised his hard penis. It looked as if it could enter at any moment. “But, I can give you pleasure incomparable to anything else, hm?”

Ayra once again refused, shaking his head back and forth. He looked at his companion with trembling, anxious eyes. After a few moments of eye contact, the corners of Janus’s lips quirked up. He looked a little offended but seemed to have ultimately chosen to be generous.

Janus backed away and lifted his deadly weapon from between Ayra’s legs. With one hand, he tightly gripped Ayra’s penis and, with the other hand, he pressed his member against Ayra’s flat, white belly.

“…Hnn, Ahh! Mn, nnngh!” Ayra groaned, arching his back. White fireworks exploded in the edges of his vision. Janus moved, squeezing their members against his tight abs and his hands. His thick penis slid back and forth between the young lord’s pink member and the shallow dip of Ayra’s hip bones. The mercenary bared his white teeth and smiled.

That weapon-like thing pressed painfully against Ayra’s stomach; the head of the penis poked the lord’s belly button. Janus kissed Ayra’s mouth, swallowing his short and shallow gasps. When Ayra turned his head to the side to take a breath, Janus placed his lips next to flushed ears and whispered, “Next time, I’ll be doing all this inside.”

“Ah, haah…”

When Ayra whipped his head around, Janus impishly placed his penis against the mage’s stomach and drew a line with its head. He drew such a long line–Ayra’s complexion paled. Still, the mercenary continued in a cheerful voice, “Remember that well. From here, nnnngh, to here.”

Then, he painfully bit the mage’s earlobe. That sinful voice and the lick of his wet tongue lick from the mage’s earlobe to the insides of his ear made shivers run through Ayra’s body. With a burst of pleasure, Ayra’s body trembled as it reached its peak in the mercenary’s hot hands.

Janus’s movements became even rougher. His member, poking against Ayra’s stomach, ached. It almost felt like his glans was trying to penetrate his belly button. Finally, an immense amount of white, liquid affection poured out and pooled on Ayra’s navel. Still unsatisfied, Janus rubbed at Ayra’s red, burning penis, rubbing his semen there and down the mage’s abdomen.

Ayra, immersed in the afterglow of his climax, blankly watched the mercenary’s actions, gasped, and sagged in Janus’s hold. What he had done with the mercenary…felt better than he imagined. It was good, but… the young lord raised a listless arm and covered his eyes, releasing a sigh. Once again, the chill from their surroundings slowly crept in.

Strangely, Ayra couldn’t get rid of the ominous feeling that he was now caught up in something grave.

“Nnn… nngh”

‘I didn’t learn magic to use it for this reason.’ Ayra, though he loathed to do so, magically removed the liquid that splashed onto his body. ‘Sure, shoot on my face or on my body, but why must you be so perverted and get cum in weird locations…’ Ayra’s brows furrowed inadvertently.

After cleaning his body, Ayra shivered as he turned to look at Janus. This madman grabbed some snow in his hands and was rubbing his body with it as if it were a sponge. The snow melted on his muscular body; water flowed down in rivulets.

Ayra felt cold looking at the mercenary; the mage quickly dried him off with magic. Janus smiled and opened his arms wide, “You cold? Should I give you a hug?”

“No! I’m going to wear some clothes now.”

Janus didn’t interfere with Ayra this time. After wringing the moisture out of the cloth, Ayra picked up his cold and clammy clothes and put them on. After changing into his shoes, he turned around with Janus’s shoes in his hands. Only then did he notice the mercenary’s feet, bare against the frozen ground, and the wet clothes that he was still clad in.

“Ugh!” Ayra made a distasteful sound.

‘This guy lives so haphazardly…’

‘Nope! I feel cold just looking at you!’ Ayra couldn’t stand it anymore and removed the moisture from Janus’s wet clothes as well.

When Janus stood up, his cushion–the horses, which had been resting docilely, stood up as well. Only then did Ayra realize that all the horses had witnessed their heated actions. Though they were mere beasts, Ayra couldn’t help but avoid their gazes.

“Then, shall we set out again?”

“No, let’s rest for 10 more minutes…” Ayra said listlessly while sitting on the cloak. After the handjob, the young lord felt like he expended a lot of energy. His lethargy was further exacerbated by his lack of mana—a result of casting spells to counter the landslide.

After gathering mana from the surrounding environment, Ayra struck flint to light a fire. He glanced at the igloo’s ceiling while warming his hands. Would it melt? As the young lord’s body warmed up, he immediately felt the pangs of hunger.