The One and Only Sami Chapter 19

“Ugh, gag…!”

This time, it really felt like I was going to die. Was he angry? Was it because I let my mind wander even while hearing Razard’s question?

Razard stared satisfyingly at Sami’s face, which was a mess of tears and snot, before finally releasing the grip he had on the back of Sami’s head.

“Haa, huff, hh…”

As the member slid all the way out, a scraping groan escaped his suppressed throat. Before he could even catch his ragged breath, Razard rubbed his slicked shaft one last time and brought it toward Sami’s cheek.

It was in that moment that a thick, white fluid traced a soft arc across the bridge of his nose.

The single line drawn by the pulsing movement of the member began to drip white traces over Sami’s tender eyelids, across his thinly trembling lips, and down to his chin, which was slick and diluted with saliva.

“Hic… heuu…”

Ah, it was happening again.

He wanted to cry because of the heavy, musky scent, yet his lips parted of their own accord. Somehow, the semen scattered all over his face felt like a waste.

Even though it was another man’s ejaculation, Sami forgot his shame and stuck out his tongue. As he nibbled and rolled it between his lips and into his mouth, a sensation so pleasurable it made his whole body tingle washed over him. His head turned toward the member still looming over him.

As if he wanted to take in even the last bit of fluid remaining at the tip of the urethra.

Razard, who had been calming the heat of his climax with a long exhale, caught sight of this and let out a deep, throaty laugh.

“See? I told you. If I’d left you like this, you would’ve been shoving every single cock in that household into your mouth.”

“…”

Despite the insulting words, Sami only took a breath and offered no reply. His amber eyes had sunken into a state that was dark and thick, like the bottom of a jar of settled honey.

He knelt there, submissively casting down his hazy gaze and presenting a face drenched in Razard’s seed. Even the hands that had tried to push Razard’s thighs away earlier were now folded politely on his knees, his expression utterly blank.

Unaware that he was even holding such a posture, Sami simply breathed through his mouth in a daze. He felt as though if he inhaled through his nose, his head would go strange again, just like when Razard had tamed him by putting his member in his mouth.

“…Hhu.”

He was confused. The viscous fluids in his mouth were strange and foreign, making him instinctively want to grimace, yet possessed by the Marut’s demonic energy—which craved the seed—he was on the verge of trembling from the urge to lick up everything stuck to his face. Trying to endure it somehow, he pressed his lips tight and swallowed dryly.

But it wasn’t enough.

The proof was in his parted mouth and ragged breaths, which began to twitch with increasing impatience.

Sami unconsciously looked up at Razard. His eyes, red and damp with moisture, somehow seemed to be blaming him for ‘coming on his face instead of in his mouth.’

“Sami.”

Seeing Sami, who had turned as sticky as a coconut drenched in pleasure, Razard tilted his head as if slightly troubled.

His face still wore that arrogant smirk, but it wasn’t just a trick of the light that the mirth seemed to have faded slightly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…How… am I looking at you?”

“How are you looking at me, you ask…”

He hadn’t been conscious of it at all. Without answering, Razard placed his fingertips on Sami’s face and rubbed gently. He swept his hand across his cheeks and lips, deliberately spreading the white clumps.

So that his thickest scent would permeate.

So that the Marut possessing Sami could reach a satisfying climax.

He delved into Sami’s mouth with fingers covered in fluids. The boy was surprisingly docile. It was likely because the craving burning in his mouth hadn’t cooled yet, making him submissive.

“Hmm…”

Kneeling quietly, hands on his knees, head tilted back, mouth open following his touch.

The fresh, twenty-year-old youth asking how he was looking.

When he pulled his fingers away, the man who looked as though he were draped in gold and sand opened his mouth with a furrowed brow for the first time. On a face that was always slick and confident, there was a rare look that could only be described as a sense of being thwarted.

“This won’t do.”

Razard let out a slow click of his tongue, then grabbed Sami by the shoulders and pushed him down. It was a large bed that wouldn’t be shaken much just by one Sami falling, but the scent pooled between the fibers scattered faintly with the impact.

“Ah…?”

“I won’t put it in. I’m just going to rub it a little, okay?”

“Put… it in? Uh… isn’t it, over?”

“No. I haven’t gotten the jewel out of you yet.”

“The jewel… the Marut?”

“Yeah.”

“Wh-what do I have to do? Is ‘rubbing’ enough?”

Razard offered no reply to Sami’s timid, mumbled question.

He acted as though he had no intention of explaining, or as if there were things far more important than explanations. For instance, the act of gathering Sami’s bare knees together.

The palms gripping his knees felt hot and damp, heated by arousal.

“You ate my seed earlier, didn’t you, Sami? So…”

Razard hoisted Sami’s gathered legs high.

“…!”

“Pressing your legs together for me isn’t such a big deal. Is it?”

“Wait, Razard, this is weird…”

Even saying that with a face covered in another man’s seed only made him more appetizing. And the culprit behind that white mess skillfully grabbed the legs that were flailing like a lithe deer and thrust his hand between the joined thighs.

“I told you. It’s no big deal.”

The tips of his fingers, digging in from behind the tightly pressed thighs, peeked into Sami’s view.

“Right here.”

Razard licked his teeth and then, as if to show Sami, repeatedly pulled his fingers in and out of the space buried between the thighs. His fingertips would be buried in the pressed flesh, then forced their way out, then buried again.

When he had touched his cheeks, he thought the skin was soft yet firm and resiliently smooth, but the inner thighs were a different story; the unripened, young flesh pressed against his fingers with a pleasant tightness. He had thought the space between his legs would be dry and hard since he was flat and slender.

“My cock is going in.”

Razard, resting his cheek on Sami’s propped-up knees, let out a soft chuckle.

It was a light and jaunty way of speaking that matched his flexible smile, but the owner of the thighs that had to be pressed together for that cock to enjoy itself was Sami. Naturally, it was a radical act for the innocent young man.

“…No. I don’t want to…”

“I’ll make sure you get to taste every bit of the seed that comes out of here, too.”

Since he had already anticipated this level of resistance, Razard coaxed him skillfully. His voice, sweet and sticky as honey, spread through the air like a thick, poisonous fog.

“So, make me happy. You can do that, right?”

Out of those shameless, forced words, only one thing shook Sami’s mind.

‘I get to taste it all.’

No, this isn’t right. The person swallowing saliva while thinking such things wasn’t him.

As an irresistible temptation and impulse surged, the first sensation Sami felt was terror. His eyes grew damp with fear. Finally, with a face smeared in semen, Sami sniffled and began to sob.

“I, hic, sob… I’m strange. Razard…”

To have the desire to suck up semen even in this state. He couldn’t be in his right mind.

“You’re not strange, Sami.”

Because this has to be the natural way.

Razard’s answer was soft yet firm. Given the momentum that suggested he would never go easy on him or let him off, there were few things Sami could do. Sniffling while pressing his thighs tightly together himself was the best answer.

“I told you you were smart.”

Except for the part about taking a cock. Well, I suppose he hasn’t learned that yet, so it’s natural to be clumsy. He’ll do well once I teach him. Sami is a quick-witted and diligent servant, after all.

“Ngh…”

Even with trembling fingertips, Sami reached around the back of his knees and pulled them tight. The more he did, the gentle, soft contours of his thighs pressed together, creating a snug crevice of flesh.

Usually, sex begins by spreading the legs, but Sami was preparing by doing the opposite. That clumsy aspect actually fueled the heat of Razard, who was well-versed in carnal affairs.

It had been quite a while since Razard had immediately achieved a throbbing erection again right after climaxing. Part of him wanted to thrust deep into the boy’s belly, but if he did, this precious talent might truly run away, so he decided to be satisfied with this for now.