You Are Such a Stubborn Brat!

"Do you want me to continue? Just say it if you want me to continue." Huvel bowed down and said softly into Parcivel's ear.

Parcivel was definitely in heat. He really wanted an orgasm but his sense of pride was holding him back from asking for it. He clenched his teeth forcing himself to not speak.

"You sure are a dishonest brat!" Huvel said as he lost his patience. "The more you act like this, the more I want to tease you."

Huvel spat a mouthful of saliva to the crack between Parcivel's squishy meat loaves.

"Ekk! What… what are you doing?" Parcivel could no longer stay silent after that.

Huvel did not reply him but poked his middle finger towards the small crack. The finger slowly pierced into the crack. About half of its length entered before it could no longer continue its advance.

"It's weird! STOP IT!" Parcivel cried.

"You shut your mouth when I asked you and now you are being noisy! Shut up for a bit!" Huvel said as he slapped the already red meat loaves with his free hand.

He looked around to find something. His eyes stopped at the sight of Parcivel's feet. He took off the shoe and sock from the left foot. He shoved the dirty and smelly sock into Parcivel's mouth before he could say anything. Parcivel almost shed tears when the bad smell entered his nostrils. Although he could not see well, he could tell that the cloth in his mouth was his own sock. But the smell was out of his expectation!

"Woo…woo woo!" He wanted to shout but he could not; the sock was firmly stuffed in his mouth.

"Hey, what if that man you like poke his cock into you like this…" Huvel whispered into Parcivel's ear while his fingers slightly rubbed the place around it.

"Oliver's cock?" Parcivel could not help but imagined when someone said out something that he dared not think even in his fantasies.

"That is right. The hot thing between his legs!" Huvel continued because he could feel that the inside was loosening.

He spread his mana into Parcivel's body and found the weak spot he was looking for in no time. His wet finger crawled toward the spot while fighting the suppression of Parcivel's rectum wall on it.

"Ukk!"

Parcivel jolted. His nipples tingled. He did know what happened but he felt something strange and good.

"Ah!"

He felt it again! The feeling was clearer but he still could not figure out what it was. He wanted it more.

"Hey, your little brother is spatting, do you know?" Huvel said playfully.

Only when Huvel said, Parcivel noticed something. He was downright embarrassed because he thought he pissed!

"I'll give you one more chance, beg me if you want me to continue. But if you became noisy again, I'll cut off your thing down there!"

Huvel removed the cloth in Parcivel's mouth. Parcivel huffed heavily once his mouth became free. He dared not shout because he was afraid Huvel would really cut off his thing. But he still did not beg for what he wanted. He stubbornly shut his mouth.

"After sexualizing your friend, you still refuse to give in to me?" Huvel said scornfully. "Ungrateful bastard! Fine, do your thing yourself as you like."

Huvel drop Parcivel on the ground as he lost interest of him. He picked the wallet on the ground and stood up.

"If you still think you could enjoy a woman, go find one in a brothel with this money." Huvel said as he threw some coins towards Parcivel.

Parcivel was still lying flat even after he was free from Huvel's arm. The spell, [Paralyze], Huvel put on him was still in effect.

"And a piece of advice for you." Huvel said without turning back before he left the ragged room. "If you cannot tell your feelings to that man, it's better if you leave him. The sooner the better."

Parcivel watched Huvel leaving, with puzzled eyes. He could not understand him at all. But his mind went back to his unsatisfied frustration. He moved the hands that were tied together by a rope to his crotch. His hands were still weak but he grabbed his hot p*nis after trying for a while and he started moving his hands up and down.

"WHY?" Parcivel cried in anger after moving his hands a few times. "Why don't it feel the same as when he beat it!"

Dissatisfied, he moved his hands to his bottom and poked one of his fingers into himself. He hurt himself as he abruptly shoved his whole finger. He continued despite not knowing how to do properly and hurt himself more because his fingernail scratched the inners.

"WHY?! WHY CAN'T I FEEL THAT AGAIN?! WHAT DID HE DO TO ME!!" He wailed in agony but Huvel was already too far away to hear him.

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"Master, is it fine to leave him just like this? Shall I send him to the city guards?" Karl spoke out after walking for a while.

"It's fine. He is just a naughty yet pitiful boy. Everybody has their own struggle in life. Well, that's not my concern though." Huvel replied nonchalantly.

Karl said no more and led the way to Laurent's house. He observed his surroundings carefully as he walked. The region they were in was quite quiet. There were very few people on the street. He even regretted not protesting his master and bringing a cart. He could only sigh when they reached their destination safely.

"Is this his house? Such a good house he is living in!" Huvel murmured when he saw Laurent's house.

It was a two-storeyed building with a small yard. It was painted in white with some decorations in orange. It gave the air of a noble's housing.

"He should just sell his house instead of seeking help from someone rotten like me! Just why did he decided to take all the torments?" He blurted out.

"Then, do you mean you were tormenting him the whole time?" The oblivious Karl posed a question.

"Ahem! That depends on how he received. If he likes it, it is not torment but pleasure." Huvel tried to justify himself.

"I remember that he told you not to visit him. I bet he would not let us in!"

"It'll be fine if we barge into the house before he sees us."

"…."