The One and Only Sami Chapter 16

When he took in that emerald glow, the first desire that surfaced was the sensation of wanting to ‘eat.’

Saliva continuously pooled under his tongue, and every time he moved his mouth, a sticky sound followed. His tongue felt perpetually wet.

Just when it felt like an impulse tiny Sami couldn’t possibly reject had swallowed his entire body—

“Sami. Still haven’t snapped out of it? This is trouble…”

“…Ah.”

When he came to, a shadow was draped over his face.

“Oh, thank goodness. You’re conscious now, right?”

A soft voice drifted down from above his head. It was Razard. However, he couldn’t see the man’s face properly. Sami was kneeling, and Razard was standing.

But right now, posture or position didn’t matter.

Once he realized the identity of the shadow covering his face, it wouldn’t have mattered if the person calling him was Razard, his young master… or even the old master or that terrifying sorcerer with the purple fingernails. He wouldn’t have been able to hear them properly anyway.

“…?”

That was because, having witnessed the flesh laid out before his face, there was nothing else he could do.

The long, thick shaft hanging before his eyes brushed against Sami’s face, radiating a lukewarm body heat. The back of the pillar, not yet fully hardened, tapped lightly against the tip of Sami’s nose.

“Haa, ah…?”

A man’s member.

Sami knew exactly what this piece of flesh resting against his face was. Even knowing, his mouth kept watering.

By all rights, he should have pulled away in horror, but his head wouldn’t turn as he willed it. Instead, every time he sniffled and let out a sob, the heavy scent of a man’s body only whetted his appetite.

“You like it, don’t you?”

I like it.

No, no.

Sami recoiled at the thought that had slipped into his mind and shook his head. There was no way he should feel good, yet for some reason, every time he caught the man’s scent—growing thicker with the rising heat—he felt a joy so intense it made his mind scatter like smoke.

His jaw tilted up unconsciously as he tried to press his lips against that skin. For a young man who had never even handled his own properly, let alone experienced another man’s, the smell was far too stimulating, yet he was desperate to lick it.

‘No, this is wrong.’

Sami, who had been dazed with his lips parted, suddenly felt a sense of dissonance. I have to snap out of it. It was the moment he reached out and finally managed to rest his hand on Razard’s forearm.

“No, no, Sami.”

A voice tinged with laughter fell over the crown of Sami’s head.

Razard’s hand touched his arm calmly but firmly. He swept his hand up in a caress before grabbing Sami’s wrist in one hand.

“You don’t need your hands right now, do you?”

His tone was coaxing, as if he were dealing with something cute, but his voice betrayed the fact that he didn’t really care either way.

Every time Razard moved, the member right in front of Sami’s face bobbed and landed against him. His heart thudded at the sensation of the flesh against his skin.

Though he felt the dissonance, he felt no disgust; the man’s member was elegantly shaped, long and smooth from the shaft down. The thick frenulum on the back of it stood out every time it brushed his lips, but whenever that plump part touched the junction of his upper and lower lips, he felt a sense of perfect, locking fulfillment.

I like it.

As strength left Sami’s body, Razard’s member gained it. Thanks to that, the glans, which curved slightly upward, nodded against Sami’s lips, rubbing against them as if they were sharing a kiss.

With his hand caught, he couldn’t pull his head back. In the first place, he couldn’t even look away. Saliva kept pooling in his mouth.

“Sami.”

And then, as if seeing right through this confusing lust, Razard called to him. So softly and sweetly.

“You can do it well. Hmm? Can you put it in your mouth?”

“Pardon?”

“Because you like it, don’t you?”

I like it?

I like it.

I like it.

That’s right, I like this smell, this taste.

The words ‘I like it’ that clouded his mind finally—

“Haah…”

Sami opened his closed lips.

The lips he hesitatingly parted were round and plump.

To Razard, the Sami he had seen was round-eyed, round-cheeked, and round-headed—someone so innocent he’d hesitated to even touch him—but seeing him flushed and hot all over, obediently parting his mouth… honestly, it was pretty hot.

‘His lips being round is actually quite nice.’

He even had thoughts like that.

Razard reached out gently to the pliant Sami. He took the boy’s chin and tilted it back and forth, inspecting him, but the kneeling youth showed no sign of resistance.

A faint smile spread across the observing face.

“Tell me you like it.”

Sami’s gaze remained fixed on the member.

Until a moment ago, he had only been salivating and licking his lips. But now that his mouth was open and the flesh was so close it pressed against his round lips, he couldn’t shake the desire to bite. He wanted to take it into his mouth quickly, but Razard wasn’t letting him.

It was annoying that he kept asking him to say it. It was an unfamiliar emotion. He just felt impatient.

What if he keeps asking until he hears an answer? Am I supposed to just keep swallowing spit with an empty mouth?

I hate that. I didn’t want that.

Let’s just say I like it.

I want to take it in quickly.

Hic. Sami exhaled a sweltering breath. At the very moment he was about to say “I like it”—

He felt something catch in the back of his throat. Everything else was captivated, but that one ‘word’ wouldn’t come out.

When his prize hesitated, Razard, who had been waiting patiently, spoke again.

“Are you going to avoid it? Is it okay if I don’t give it to you, Sami? I’m letting you have your way with me as a birthday present…”

“Ugh, ah…”

“I’m letting you use my cock without even getting a ‘thank you.’”

Is that so?

It was strange. Even though Razard was bestowing this upon him without even asking for a ‘thank you,’ he felt a sense of rejection.

When the body gets hot like this, the flesh that touches the lips shouldn’t be a cock, but—

“Th-this kind of thing.”

Shouldn’t it be lips?

“I’m not thankful for this kind of thing…”

Even though someone was trying to force his head back, he held his ground. It was a bizarre sensation. The feeling that his body was not his own. Resisting the surging impulses over and over, Sami spoke as himself.

“…”

In the blind spot where Sami couldn’t see, Razard’s face momentarily froze into a cold mask.

Razard’s hand was still cupping Sami’s chin. Catching the amber light of the lamp, the rings on every finger glowed with enchanting colors.

The red gem shimmered like it held embers, the blue gem was glossy as if dipped in water. The green gem was somberly sunken as if placed in shadow, and the yellow gem was bright as if it had trapped the sunlight. Every jewel set in the rings was radiating a brilliant luster.

With those myriad colors beneath his face, Razard tilted his head leisurely, his expression blank.

But that silence lasted only a few seconds.

“You’re not falling for it?”

He soon returned to his original brisk and relaxed smile. He even added a bit of playfulness.

“Because, haah… it’s obvious, isn’t it!”

“Is it? Is it obvious?”

Razard tilted his head slightly and laughed with a furrowed brow. It was an utterly cryptic reaction.

“Even though you’re panting like this?”

He took his member and rubbed it gently against Sami’s lips. The touch caressing his chin was still dizzying enough to make him swallow hard. His lips were curved in a smirk, but his eyes were shining as sharp as a hawk’s, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

“Even if you aren’t thankful, you still want to eat it, don’t you?”

“Who…”

“Then why are you still sucking on it? You should pull away quickly.”

He couldn’t argue.

Because Sami’s lips were still stuck to his member.

From trying to press his lips against the nodding glans over and over, Sami’s saliva was evenly coated from the tip to the base. And that member, soaked from multiple kisses, was being rubbed against Sami’s face with a wet, squelching sound.

“Wh-why… huff… are me and… Ra-razard doing… this…”

Why? Because of the Marut.

Looking at Sami, who was stammering without knowing why he was acting this way, Razard narrowed his eyes.

There was only one reason. It was because the body possessed by the Marut Djinn was reacting severely to carnal desire. It was using Sami to satisfy its own hunger. Sensations, impulses… maybe even emotions.

Sami was not a person skilled enough in sorcery to withstand that power. His body had simply heated up and gone into heat just as the Djinn desired.

“Sami.”

Even though he knew this fact perfectly well, Razard didn’t tell him the truth. He just pushed back the boy’s wet hair with his ringed hand and smiled mischievously.