TGDHW - Chapter 81🔞

Erna cheered as she looked at the cord of light tightly binding Callion's wrist.

'This time, you'll be the one getting hurt.'

He doesn't know how many times Erna has cried on this bed over the past two days, or rather, over the three days, including the day before that.

True to his nature as a knight, Callion boasted truly terrifying stamina. Erna realized that she could actually die doing this. Of course, she didn't die. Though it was good enough to make her want to die.

As he listened to her pleas shifting from "I don't want to," "I can't," to "Please spare me," Callion leisurely licked up the tears Erna was shedding. When she glared at him in annoyance, he would say that seeing her like that only aroused him more, and he would thrust his hips mercilessly.

At that time, Erna made a promise to herself. That she wouldn't let it slide.

She could never defeat Callion by force. In that case, the only thing left for Erna was magic. However, she was inside the Grand Duke's castle, which nullified almost all magic.

'Still, it's not like it's completely unusable.'

The magic cast by the first Grand Duke, who was said to be a wizard, was like a very fine-mesh net. A net that filters out all magic used within it.

But magic is a living power. As time passed and it grew older, the mesh of the net grew larger and larger.

Thanks to this, although they initially could not even use light-generating magic, now magical light covers most areas of the Grand Duke's castle, and water pipes have been installed.

Of course, since the power of magic still remains, things like powerful offensive magic are impossible.

Erna moved her finger slightly.

“Ugh!”

Then, the tip of the light tightened its grip on Callion's wrist even more.

Erna fell into deep thought for a moment after confirming that it was no use even if Callion struggled to break free.

'Tying it up was fine..., but I couldn't end it there.'

Could I make Kalion suffer just as much as I did? As she turned over in contemplation, what came to mind was exactly what she was doing right now.

Erna gently unbuttoned her pajamas with slightly trembling hands.

Now, as if it were a matter of course, she was not wearing underwear when entering this room. After all, it would be taken off anyway. As she lightly pulled down the parted collar, the upper part of her white breasts was revealed.

“Erna, you...”

Crackle.

The sound of teeth grinding escaped through Callion's teeth.

“...Untie this right now.”

Callion spoke with a strained voice. Erna mumbled, pretending to clean her ears as if she couldn't hear.

"It sounds like someone is saying something, but I can't hear it clearly."

At the sight of Erna taunting him as if to show off, Callion tried to shake his wrists tied at the ends, but they did not budge, as if they were stuck to a wall.

Seeing that, Erna seemed relieved and began to unbutton her top. Unlike her usual attire, today she was wearing comfortable clothes divided into top and bottom. Once all the buttons were undone, her cleavage and flat, white stomach were revealed.

Callion stared at Erna's body for a moment, as if entranced.

He had been drunk to his heart's content for the past three days.

The body he had touched, bit, sucked, and rubbed as much as he wanted. That is why Callion was the only one who knew, better than anyone—no, the only one—how soft, fragrant, and warm that body was.

Even though I have held you for three days straight, far from getting tired of you, I still feel a longing for you...

“This... untie it.”

His voice was lowered to the lowest level, weighed down by desire.

“Would you untie it if it were you?”

Erna glared at Callion as if to say he was talking complete nonsense. That look made Callion feel wronged. "You enjoyed it, too! Why are you acting like this now?"

Annoyingly, Erna sat right where his body couldn't reach and shook her collar. A voluptuous female body appeared and disappeared through the fluttering fabric.

Thanks to this, Callion was painfully realizing what it felt like to be bound in the middle of the desert with water before you. At the same time, he thought.

What should I do if it gets resolved?

Unaware that Callion's eyes had darkened dangerously, Erna raised her arm and tied her hair. As she did so, her nightgown brushed against her chest even more precariously than before.

At the same time, Erna saw that Callion's lower body was getting angry.

He, too, was wearing pajamas made of thin fabric, just like Erna. Erna looked at his manhood with disgust, which stood erect as if it were about to tear through the fabric at any moment.

Erna, who was contemplating whether to just stay still, narrowed her eyes with a mischievous look.

“Callion, are you frustrated?”

“...Is that even something you can say?”

Watching him twist his body and struggle to speak, she felt as though the injustice she had suffered over the past three days was being relieved a little. She also felt a bit proud.

She wondered if he might have gotten a little tired of being hugged like that. But far from it, Callion...

Erna's gaze turned downward.

That's strange. It seems to have gotten even more ominous.

In any case, it was still far from satisfying. Since she had started, Erna decided to try a little more.

She drew the magic formula in the air again.

“You again... two?”

As Callion, realizing that it was the same magic as the formula Erna had drawn a moment ago, stared in wonder as to why it had been created again, two new strings appeared in the air.

As Erna moved her fingers, they tied Callion's ankles, and each tied the other end to the lower post of the bed.

After confirming that he was tightly bound, Erna sat between Callion's spread legs.

In the meantime, Callion's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins in his neck were tensed. His gaze was sharp, as if he would not let anyone who crossed his path get away with it. Is intense excitement indistinguishable from murderous intent?

Feeling that Callion's breathing had become ragged, Erna reached out and grabbed Callion's knees.

“...!”

His body stiffened as Erna's hand touched him. Erna, undeterred, reached out and groped his body through the fabric.

Even though it was covered by a cloth, she could feel the solid muscles. It was a body so tightly packed with muscle that she wondered if this was what the thighs of a wild horse truly looked like.

Erna's admiring hand groped a little further on the inside of her thigh.

Now, Callion did not call out to Erna. He merely bit his lip while glaring at her with eyes full of resentment.

He cast a gaze at Erna like that of a trapped beast with its prey right in front of its eyes.

At that look, Erna changed her mind. She had originally planned to play a prank and let him go, but seeing him in this state, she decided she would have to keep him tied up until morning.

When Erna's hand reached the innermost, most intimate part of his thigh, Callion finally let out a groan. His penis could be seen throbbing, pushing up the cloth as if begging to be done.

"Ha..."

Callion exhaled the breath he had been holding. His hot breath touched the parted chest of Erna, who was sitting in front of him. The moment she felt the temperature of his seething desire, Erna quietly stepped back.

“You really... stop...”

“How were you when I told you to stop?”

“...I kept going.”

“Then I know exactly what to do, don’t I?”

Erna's long fingers scraped across the prominent tip of his body beneath the cloth, as if tickling it. At that, Callion's body flinched violently as if struck by lightning. Erna was suddenly frightened by the intense movement.

'I, I'm not going to die like this, am I?"

However, no matter how hard she searched through her memories, no one died just from being tied up and touched a little.

"It's hard?"

“...”

“...Callion?”

Blushing bright red, Callion turned his head away from Erna's words and did not answer. Wondering why he was acting this way, Erna looked down and realized the reason. She saw that the center of Callion's lower garments was slightly wet. He had already ejaculated.

“Are you a pervert? I tied you up... and you came?”

“You made me like this... you monster-like... no, you’re even more vicious than a monster...”

Callion looked at Erna with a look of disgust. In that gaze, thick desire dripped along with resentment.

Instinctively sensing danger, Erna stepped back a little further.

'Did I torment him too much?'

But... honestly, it’s fun. Watching Carillon stare at me, groaning and unable to do anything.

I guess I'm the pervert.

Erna turned her head away and fell into thought. Indeed, it seemed she had a bit of a problem herself. After all, watching the panting Callion, she was getting wet down there, too.

Then her gaze fell upon the magic that bound Callion.

'The Grand Duke's castle's magic is weaker than I thought.'

Honestly, she didn't think she would succeed on the first try when she used this spell. You might think it's just a simple spell to create a string, but there were many additional letters drawn in to precisely target the objective.

'I could write a letter or two, but this is over ten.'

Even if all the letters used are of low power, if combined correctly, like the magic you just used, you can cast a spell capable of neutralizing the opponent.

Suddenly, Erna's expression turned serious. This is not a matter to be taken lightly.

'Should I overhaul the Grand Duke's castle's magic completely?'

It is a magic that has not been repaired since the first Grand Duke. Most of the records from that time have been lost, and if repairs were to be made, the entire process of re-understanding it from scratch would have to be undertaken.

Erna could not see that one of Callion's hands had come loose from the ropes binding him, as she was suddenly lost in deep thought about a different problem after having tormented Callion just moments ago.

Much later, the moment Erna realized that he had neglected Callion.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, her body fell backward.

Erna struggled in surprise, but Callion's body, which had approached in an instant, knocked her onto the bed and pinned her hands down so she could not move.

“What! How!”

"It unraveled on its own."

"What...?"

“The magic disappeared while you were distracted thinking about something else and leaving me alone.”

“That can’t be…”

Erna opened her eyes wide and turned her head. She saw faint magical letters appear and disappear on the ceiling of the room. Her face lit up at the sight.

'So, the power to restore itself still remained.'

Even though the first Grand Duke's magic had weakened, it seems that a power remained to cause any magic cast within this place to be extinguished as much as possible.

Erna, having memorized the letters that had quickly appeared in her eyes, said in an excited voice.

“That’s it. It’ll be easy to repair with this! Hey, get out of the way. Right now....”

“Get out of the way? What do you mean, get out of the way?”

Callion firmly grasped Erna's wrists with one hand and removed his shirt with the other. Then he tied Erna's wrists tightly. At this, Erna's face hardened.

“You, surely not...”

Callion chuckled, then hung the clothes with the wrists tied on the ornament of the bed headboard. He then covered Erna's eyes with the small remaining part.

“Alright, now it’s my turn. My wife is quite the laid-back one. She puts me through this and then thinks about something else. I’m not curious right now what you were thinking. Because there is work to be done before that.”

Cold sweat ran down Erna's spine. Callion pressed her struggling thighs down with his body and whispered in her ear.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be tough today, so I won’t hug you. So...”

His calloused hand slipped through the parted collar and stroked the soft skin.

"You go alone too."

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