Chapter 62-63—Serlin Lebriam Next Play II [R-18]

[POV Change]

"I can't do this anymore because it's disgusting…Why on earth are you doing that?"

It was a phrase that Serlin had grown tired of hearing.

In her entire life, there had never been a man who satisfied her sexual preferences.

She felt like there was no one who understood her, even among witches like her.

In this way, Serline became a strange witch with unpleasant hobbies that no one understood.

'Is it because I have lived for such a long time?'

"I'm going to turn your armpits as sensitive as a pussy, shove my dick in there, and fuck you like a bitch. That's the first thing to do."

The moment Serlin heard those words, she felt as if tears were about to fall.

Serlin had to swallow her saliva without her knowing and moisten her throat.

"Okay, well… Give it a try….Try anything."

Serlin felt her own voice tremble slightly.

'What will he do? How does this man intend to treat her body?'

She couldn't help but feel excited.

"All right. Then can we start right away?"

"What?? Do whatever you want."

"Great. Then, please get on the operating table."

Serlin climbed onto the operating table with her heart pounding.

As soon as she got up, Author Crown was on both her legs and her waist. Then he wrapped a leather strap around her neck and fastened her tightly to the operating table.

Serlin was pinned down, unable to move.

 It didn't end like that. Author Crown had her raise both arms up and then have her arms grasp the forearm of her opposite arm. Then he also fastened her arms tightly to the operating table.

"I will put some oil on your armpits."

For Author Crown, she took the sachet she had brought with her and took out the oil and applied it to her armpits. Because her arms were behind her head, her white armpits were exposed to the air.

Smooth oil was applied to clean, soft armpits without a single wrinkle or hair.

"It's done."

"Now then, are you going to fuck me right away? In my armpit?"

"No. That can't be possible. Isn't foreplay important in anything? This is also the same for you Serlin."

"I'm curious. What should I do?"

Serlin's eyes glowed subtly.

If she was being honest, he was one of the few people who could pull off this body modification game very well. She lightly licks her lips with her tongue and looks at the Author Crown.

"If you don't do this right, you're going to be in quite a bit of trouble. You know my nickname is Sadistic Witch, right?"

"Today, I will change your nickname to the Witch of Masochism."

"You're pretty confident. Good. Let's start somewhere then."

"Then… Let's begin."

At Author Crown's command, the operating table slowly shifted from a horizontal position to a vertical one. Before long, Serlin stood upright on the floor, completely exposed before him. Lowering the table to position her face at chest level, Author Crown smiled as he gazed down at Serlin, who was bound and unable to move.

 "Ugh!"

A soft moan bursts from Serlin's mouth.

This happened as soon as Author Crown's hands were shaking as if dancing as he applied the magic.

Serlin felt the tickling sensation of something on her own tongue and she could tell right away that utilizing her body modification magic, Author Crown was now turning her tongue as sensitive as her pussy.

 To be more precise, he was creating a large amount of sensory nerves in her tongue, modifying her tongue to provide erogenous sensations almost at the same level as the clitoris, nipples or pussy.

'How is this person so good at this?'

Serlin must have been surprised, raising her eyes at her skillful play.

This was a magic Serlin had developed herself. Naturally, it felt somewhat clumsy in someone else's hands compared to when she wielded it, but the level of detailed control exceeded her expectations.

Author Crown handled it so skillfully that it seemed as if he had used it countless times before. He knew exactly how to wield her magic in the most efficient and effective way.

After about a minute of careful adjustments, Serlin became acutely aware—her tongue had become incredibly sensitive.

 "Tsk… Huh… Ha."

She couldn't keep her mouth shut. The moment her tongue brushed against her teeth or the roof of her mouth, a surge of intense stimulation struck her cerebral cortex, leaving her on the verge of fainting from sheer pleasure.

Panic set in as Serlin struggled, completely unsure of what to do.

AutCrown wasrown looking at Serlin cutely, who was trembling with her mouth open and sticking her tongue out of her mouth, trying not to stimulate it as much as possible, not knowing what to do.

"You seem to be in a lot of pain. You cheekily opened your mouth and drooled at the subject of your experiment. I'll make your stupid, idiotic face feel happy in no time."

Saying that, Author Crown lightly tapped Serlin's cheek.

He was unbelievably rude, showing not even the slightest respect.

After ruling as a queen for so many years, her deep-seated sadistic instincts flared up. Her eyes burned with fury as she prepared to lash out.

'How dare you look down on me just because you think something is wrong with me?'

Disdain welled up inside her, ready to spill from her lips at any moment.

But Author Crown moved faster.

Before she could speak, his hand was already in motion. In his grip was a pair of surgical forceps, the kind commonly found in operating rooms. Without hesitation, he clamped onto the tip of Serlin's tongue and forcefully pulled it out of her mouth.

"Higit!!!"

Serlin's eyes shot up with a funny scream.

The area between her legs suddenly becomes wet as she shakes her body.

Her thighs were wet from her love juices.

Her altered tongue, which had over-generated sensory nerves, was transmitting a level of stimulation to her brain that was difficult to describe due to the vicious actions of the pincers.

"What a funny, stupid face. Is this the face of the great Serlin Lebriam? I want to take a picture and show it to everyone."

Author Crown's gaze looking down at her as he giggled was full of mockery and contempt. It was a gaze she could not bear at all.

Magical power begins to form in Serlin's hands.

 "D-did you tell me what to do?… Aahhh!!"

She tried to speak, her words slurred as her tongue remained trapped in the forceps. In that moment, she attempted to cast a spell on Author Crown.

No… she tried to.

It was as if he knew the exact moment she would attempt to unleash her magic. Before she could complete the incantation, his other hand swiftly moved to her tongue, stopping her in her tracks.

"Ah… Uuuuu!!! Aaaa… Ah… Ugh!"

And Author Crown's cold, clean, white hand began to play with her long, drawn-out tongue as if he were playing with a toy.

A soft, naughty hand touches her tongue. He touched it, pressed it, and sometimes even lifted his fingernails and pressed her lightly, as if to reprimand her for her rude manner of speaking.

"Ahh… Uhh… Haa!!"

Serlin began to cry.

Of course, she wasn't crying because I was sad. She shed tears of happiness because she felt immense pleasure from this devastating sensation that threatened to plunge her into madness at any moment.

'What is this? What on earth is this?'

Her pussy was contracting as if it was about to burst at any moment, and her love juices were flowing out as if it were her own urine.

Her womb was whimpering in heat, demanding a cock right away, and her nipples were erect and stiff, like a man's cock.

Her eyes were raised arbitrarily, giving her a goofy and foolish expression, her mouth was open, and her tongue was forcibly pulled out, and she was drooling like a child.

She couldn't look in her mirror now, but she could guess what she looked like.

Her whole body was bound, her arms were raised and pinned behind her, her armpits were clearly exposed, and she was making a lewd ahegao and spilling her love juices.

It was vulgar.

It was shameful.

Her pride as a witch was getting trampled.

Her pride, which she had built up as a sadist, also explodes.

Serlin Lebriam, a sadistic witch, gets so turned on by a single touch from a human man and act like an obnoxious bitch?!

"This.. this…"

Explosive magic blooms from Serlin's whole body and she just magically pushes away Author Crown and puts an end to this stupid play.

That was her intention.

She should have done that, but…

"Now. It looks like you are quite horny as you are spraying your love juices like urine. So, would you like to try today's main dish? I had said I was going to fuck you in your armpits, right?"

"Kyahaaaaa!!!"

Before she can even cast her magic, her right armpit itches like crazy.

The body modification magic was activated.

As with the tongue, sensory nerves were concentrated in her armpits.

"Hiya!! Ahhh!!"

As the sensory nerves become more concentrated on the sensitive area that already itches a lot, a truly goose bumps sensation hits her brain.

The relentless rush of pleasure made her so magical that she had no time to use it and could only let out her moans.

But it didn't end there.

"Ugh?… Uh oh!"

Something begins to form in her right armpit.

Her white, smooth, hairless armpits began to tremble and crack. It was like forming gills on a fish. A hole, like a pussy, began to form in an area where it shouldn't be.

She gasps and looks down at her own armpits.

This was dangerous.

Sensory nerves were concentrated in this armpit pussy to a much greater degree than those installed in the pussy wall.

 In addition, the heavily concentrated modified sensory nerves were even directly connected to her breasts and brain.

'If he push his dick in here…'

If that happens, she will be hit with a violent stimulus pleasure similar to having a dick directly inserted into her brain.

This was dangerous.

She never thought she would undergo such drastic and extreme body modification.

"Now, wait a minute. Author Crown….Wait a minute!!"

Author Crown threw away tongs, ready to be driven into the armpit.

Serlin was playing with her tongue that has become free thanks to this.

Every time she spoke, her tongue touched the inside of her mouth, and she felt such pleasure that she felt like she was going to pass out, but she desperately held back the pleasure and begged.

Pride as a witch? Feeling like a sadist?

Forget it!! If he fucks her like that, she might really die.

"Okay, let's take a break for a moment… Let's take a break for a moment. Please. Huh?"

"Serlin?"

Author Crown looks down on her as she desperately pleads.

"I've always loved your armpits. But no matter how much I searched for porn and sex, there was always only licking or rubbing, so I was very unsatisfied."

His cock, already swollen to the point of bursting, slowly touches her armpit pussy.

"Hey, hey! Ah… ahhh…"

Serlin was shedding tears, unable to tell whether from fear or pleasure, and looking down at Author Crown cock that was about to dig into her armpit with trembling eyes.

"And the moment I heard about Serlin's magic, I realized it. Do you know what the end of the armpit fetish is? That's just fucking!!!!!!!"

With that idiotic declaration, Author Crown tightened his waist and pushed his cock into her armpit.

Of course, even though it was an armpit pussy, it wasn't that deep, so he could only insert about 30% of the dick.

But that was enough.

"Ugh… Aaaaa!! Kyaaaaah!!!!!"

This was because a scream of fear and joy that could not be sweeter than this burst out from Serlin's mouth.