As Janus proved that chasing her until now was merely out of leniency, he quickly closed the distance between them. Ayra, her eyes widening, tried to turn and run, but he painfully grabbed her shoulder.
"Ugh!"
She stood her ground, but when he forcefully pulled her arm, she couldn't resist the difference in strength. Janus dragged her roughly and pressed her down onto the bed. Pinning her arms behind her back with one hand, he leaned his body weight on her, causing Ayra to struggle and groan.
"Ah, it hurts!"
As she gasped for breath under his weight, the pressure only increased. His large, firm palm gripped her neck, then swiftly removed her cloak with a ripping sound.
Thud, the cloak hit the floor. His hot breath and lips grazed her ear, soon biting down on her neck painfully. She could clearly feel him smiling above her skin.
"Do you like it rough?"
Unable to say no, because he firmly grasped her lower body, Ayra couldn't struggle anymore and stiffened. His fingers traced her outline over her clothes, clenching tight with each pass, making her body jerk.
"You don’t seem to hate it, considering you're not resisting or using magic. If this is your taste, I’ll indulge you as much as you like."
No, it wasn't that she liked it rough, nor had she been running away to provoke Janus. Ayra had been contemplating all along.
Should she really get closer to Janus here?
There were several reasons for her concern. Janus was powerful enough to take her life, his questionable character glimpsed occasionally, his unpredictable actions, his favorability that never changed from 3, and his demeanor that, while feigning kindness, showed no real interest in her.
'Besides, that thing is just too big.'
However, being strong didn’t necessarily mean danger, and Janus seemed relatively generous towards his lovers. More than anything, Ayra, as the lord of an estate lacking both resources and manpower, wanted to pull Janus to her side. To her, character flaws weren't a major issue. After living about twenty years in a labyrinth, one could become accustomed to all kinds of mistreatment and character defects.
Most of all, she needed an escape from all the troublesome matters for even a moment. Janus, who had nothing to do with Lord’s Castle and was unaware of her true identity, was perfect for that.
Ultimately, Ayra decided to close the gap with Janus further. Sexual gratification was an excellent source of stress relief.
"Then, uh, hurry up..."
Despite her resolve, the voice she managed to muster was already heated with embarrassment.
Ayra had been abstinent unintentionally due to consecutive all-nighters in recent days. Mages of the labyrinth were either driven to madness by their libido or lived ascetic lives focused on research, and Ayra was the latter. However, since visiting Dalum Gorge, she hadn’t even masturbated once, so her body quickly became aroused.
With her upper body raised on the bed and her legs trembling on the floor, his fingers continuously traced her outline, causing her penis to swell uncomfortably inside her pants.
"Ah, ah..."
She moaned softly, recalling the incident inside the igloo. The severe cold left her skin icy, but Janus’s boots kept her feet warm, the overwhelming pleasure, and the semen he had poured over her body.
Unconsciously, she rubbed her groin against her palm, but the soothing strokes stopped. The next moment, Ayra's body jerked up. He had dug his nails into the fabric and scratched down sharply. A sharp gasp escaped through her teeth. Reflexively, her legs curled, but Janus forced his thick thighs between hers and scratched again with his nails.
"Ah, don't, don't! Ugh, ah!"
From the area around her glans to her perineum, he scratched refreshingly a few times, causing her body hair to stand on end. Unable to bear it, she thrashed, but Janus didn’t budge, humming a tune as he moved his hand. Just when she thought he would soothe her, he dug his nails in until her earlobes flushed bright red.
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The sound of fabric scratching filled the air between the concealed legs. It wasn't painful, but the sharp stimulation was more agonizing than pleasurable. Yet, for some reason, the excitement didn’t subside, but her confined penis grew increasingly uncomfortable.
As her stiff legs finally bent from too much tension and touched the bed, his touch softened. Janus rubbed his nose against her sweat-dampened nape. He took a deep breath, making his broad chest swell, and then chuckled.
"You smell incredibly... erotic."
"What exactly does an erotic smell smell like?" Even as she considered the question, Ayra couldn't help but be curious—it was the mage in her. If one had a sense of smell as keen as a dog's, could they distinguish something like an erotic scent? Perhaps, when she had some free time, she could experiment on the relatively easy-going Bloom regarding sensitivity of all senses...
Her train of thought abruptly stopped.
Janus undid the cloth that served as his belt, wrapped twice around his trousers. The fabric that had been securing his waist slithered down like a long snake to the floor. Shoes that Ayra had once worn now pinned down the lower garment.
"Lift your foot. ...Right. And this one too."
His tone was commanding, as if it was only natural for her to obey. Like a well-behaved child, she lifted her feet, and now her lower body was completely bare, except for the shoes. Ayra’s cheeks flushed red.
Janus's commands didn't stop there.
"Bend your knees."
With a light smack on her buttocks, Ayra flinched and reflexively raised her knees. The bed was lower than her waist, naturally elevating her hips above her upper body.
Janus pressed Ayra's legs down to the bed, ensuring she couldn't bend her knees again. Her knees and calves were tightly pressed against the side of the mattress. She felt her head rush with blood, though the most intense rush was between her legs.
‘...Is roughness my preference?’
Didn't every human harbor latent masochistic and sadistic instincts? For the first time, Ayra doubted herself as Janus gripped her buttocks tightly and then released them, asking, "Got anything we can use as lubricant?"
Lubricant meant only one thing—it was going in.
She was unsure if this was okay, but the memory of how much better he had promised to make it last time echoed in her ears. After pondering what she had in her subspace, she recalled she did have lubricant. It was literally the stuff she used to oil mechanical magical devices when they squeaked. It was harmless to the body, so it should be fine.
"I have some. Let me get it, just let go of this."
She twisted her wrists still /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ held by Janus, but he did not release them. Gently tickling her reddened palms with his fingers, Janus said,
"Just summon it. You don’t need your hands for that."
Surprised by his knowledge—she usually performed a hand-summoning as a performance in front of others, though it wasn’t necessary—Ayra realized this experienced mercenary could tell. Resigned, she wiggled her fingers. A small, pink liquid-filled glass bottle appeared a little above her palm.
Janus caught the rolling bottle with his backhand. He pulled the top of his shirt over his back and bit into the bottle cap. Pop—the cap came off. Ayra swallowed dryly, anticipating the lukewarm liquid soon running down her backside.
Instead of the expected sensation, the cool touch of glass met the entrance. Janus tilted the bottle, applying some lubricant at the opening, then rubbed the long neck of the bottle against the area. Startled, Ayra tried to look back, but with her upper body pinned down, she could only move her head slightly.
"Ah! What are you doing!"
"Stay still. If I don’t pour it like this, you’ll get hurt."
The bottle’s neck was long and shaped for easy insertion—not just in machinery but elsewhere. With a bit of resistance, the slippery lubricant helped the bottle slide inside.
"Uh..."
Ayra bit her lip and moaned. Although no sound was actually audible, it almost seemed like she could hear the lubricant gurgling as it flowed out.
Shortly afterward, the bottle was removed from behind her. The discarded bottle rolled in front of her eyes, half-empty.
‘Half of this expensive stuff!’
In the labyrinth, she would have used it without a second thought, but since descending to her impoverished estate, Ayra’s sense of economy had become much stricter. But before she could lament the waste, Janus's fingers were exploring further.
Two thick fingers slowly entered her. There was a foreign sensation, but it wasn’t particularly painful.
Janus, his silver hair disheveled, looked down at her protruding red ears, moving his fingers. He pushed them in deep enough to touch with the back of his hand, pulled them halfway out, then pushed them in again—a simple back-and-forth motion. Yet, while doing so, his fingers were probing inside. With the help of the slippery lubricant, he carefully spread it across the soft flesh, pressing down as if searching for something.
Thanks to his exceptionally sensitive touch, it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for.