The One and Only Sami Chapter 42

The peaks protruding from the smooth chest rose sweetly, as if begging to be sucked.

“Ah, ugh…”

A groan that was neither lewd nor particularly sensual spilled from Sami’s parted lips. However, that muddled voice, escaping in a daze of sleep, made Razard all the more satisfied.

Using the pad of his fingertip, he tapped the tip of the nipple—tap, tap, tap—neither too slow nor too fast. At the stimulation, Sami’s waist began to arch and twitch.

“Hnh, nngh… wh-hnh…?”

His rounded back trembled violently. His toes curled in response to the sensation, and wrinkles formed in the soft silk duvet.

Though his body was thrashing like this, his mind—intoxicated by sleep and unaware of his predicament—only spat out groans filled with confusion.

As his waist lifted, his chest naturally swelled. The way the tip of his nipple seemed to cling to Razard’s finger like a kiss was quite different from Sami’s usual shy demeanor.

“Hic, ah? Nngh, ut…?”

Touch me, touch me. Every inch of his body seemed to be screaming it.

“Sami. Not yet.”

Even though the boy wasn’t lucid enough to hear him, Razard spoke in a low voice as if they were sharing a cozy conversation.

Razard’s hands never stopped. He scratched and teased the heated nipple with his fingernails. The groans that had been circling inside Sami’s mouth reached the tip of his nose, gradually turning into something sweet and thick—nngh, ah.

“I saw you earlier, looking all expectant when I was kissing you. You curled up because you didn’t know why you felt that way.”

Razard’s shoulders shook with a chuckle as he hovered over Sami’s body. Then, he placed a hand on each breast. He didn’t just flick or tap them like before; he firmly caught the nipple between his thumb and middle finger.

A nipple that caught so easily against a finger was by no means an “innocent” chest. In fact, despite having a body that knew nothing of another’s genitals—save for what he’d seen of mouths and thighs—the fact that he possessed such breasts was inherently lewd. One could even sense the obsession of the person who had raised his chest to be this way.

“If you cry out well when I pinch you today, I’ll give you a ‘kiss’ soon.”

The obsessed man himself merely smiled. Only from the neck up was he so suave and gentle; his fingers were pressing down hard enough to distort the shape of the nipple.

There was no sign of mercy in his fingertips. Though it was a pitiful body that still didn’t know how to resist, Razard was relentless.

“You were waiting for me to do this, weren’t you?”

I’ll pull as much as I want. Let’s make these into dirty nipples. Razard gave a firm tug on the nipples he had pinched between his fingers.

“…! Hng-ugh, k-kh? Eh…?”

Sami’s legs flailed. Not content with just pulling, Razard used his index finger to scratch the tip of the nipple. Caught between shock and sensation, Sami panted without knowing why. His struggling legs eventually snapped straight and stiff.

“St-h-heuk? St-hoo…! Wha? K-kh, hngh?”

The mumbled groans grew louder, sounding like cries of pleasure. Razard swept his tongue across his teeth and scratched even faster. Sami’s hands frantically felt around Razard’s knuckles and forearms. His sleep-drunken touch lacked precision, hitting and patting the wrong places.

To pant this hard just from two points of stimulation—the bumpy nipples under his fingertips—was truly commendable.

A cute Sami who felt this much from foreplay deserved a reward. Razard was currently driving him into a corner while “praising” him like this.

Yes. You’re enduring this sudden “pet” treatment so well. I should tell you what a good boy you are.

A lot.

Very much.

“I’m going to ‘flick’ them now. If you finish here, there’s no ‘kissing’ today, Sami. Got it?”

Haah. Razard let out a sweet sigh filled with delight.

Sami’s head was thrown back as he panted heavily, his eyes half-open and breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes were open, but they were unfocused. He still hadn’t woken up.

The stimulation should have woken him long ago, but the thick sleeping incense in the bedroom clung to Sami’s mind, pickling him in a forced slumber so deep he couldn’t break free. Meanwhile, the medicine dropped on his chest had soaked into his nipples, making them tingle and crave sensitive pleasure.

“You have to hold it in.”

In that sense, Razard’s words were nothing short of a cruel joke.

Releasing his grip, Razard curled his fingertip and brought it to the rock-hard nipple. He released the tip of his middle finger, which he had been holding back with his thumb, and flicked it hard against the nipple.

“…? Heh? …! Nngh, nng-aaaaah…!”

The aftershock of the sensation hit him with a delay. When it first flicked, he merely jerked and stopped, but soon he was thrashing his waist and twisting his body violently. His pants, which hadn’t been removed yet, became damp. The rapidly spreading moisture wasn’t from ejaculation.

“You still can’t reach the end just through your chest.”

Even though he was soaking through his pants and into the blanket, Razard just kept that beaming smile. He liked the way Sami panted like a puppy with his tongue hanging out.

“Hmm, if this keeps up, I can’t give you that kiss.”

Razard reached back and hooked a finger into the waistband of Sami’s pants. He pulled them back slightly to glance at the damp interior and used his fingertips to gently rub the mound below the navel. Even at twenty, he was still so soft.

“Since we decided you’d move around a lot, I’ll make this time a special exception.”

Without having received a single bit of actual consent from Sami, Razard decided everything on his own.

Razard leaned down over Sami, who was still sobbing out breaths. As his lithe, large frame lowered and clung to Sami’s body, he transformed into something dangerous, like a predator digging into its prey.

He blew a light breath over the upper chest. Though his mind was melted and oblivious to what was happening, his body seemed to know what was coming next, as his lower half began to hiccup and tremble.

Leaving the chest sensitive and unsure when the “kissing” would strike, Razard nonchalantly reached behind his own neck.

He brushed his hair up, revealing a tattoo that had been hidden. It was a tangle of strange, chaotic patterns.

While tracing the tattoo with his finger, he rolled his tongue to gather saliva. With a leisurely gesture, he tapped a few spots on his neck, and the tattoo vanished.

At that moment, a heavy scent crashed down into the bedroom that had been acrid with the smell of sleeping incense.

Scent? Was “scent” even the right word for this?

Usually, a smell was described as refreshing, sharp, or sweet. That made sense, as “scent” was a concept that tickled the olfactory senses.

But what now covered the bedroom was hard to categorize as any mere smell.

It was simply heavy and violent. If this bizarre thing had to be defined as a “scent,” there would be only one reason: because when inhaled, it rummaged through a person’s mind even more forcefully.

“H-hng-ugh…?”

“That’s right, Sami. Take a deep breath.”

An energy with a distinct presence—as if it had mass and texture—pressed down on the room.

And Sami, who was asleep and didn’t know how to hold his breath, inhaled that “scent” right along with his panting gasps.

“Ugh-hic…! Hic, hng-ugh…!”

The reaction was immediate. Sami’s body convulsed again, just as it had when his chest was being relentlessly teased. His fingers snapped shut at random angles, his waist bucked, and his legs fell open.

He gasped like a flipped frog, but this time, Razard didn’t touch his chest or anything else. He simply kept Sami pinned beneath his body.

The reaction was so violent it seemed he might faint rather than sleep. Razard just looked down calmly at the thrashing Sami, who looked like he was about to lose consciousness at any second.

“Yes, wonderful. Endure a little more. Just a little more…”

You’re a precious child. You’re a valuable being who can feel the scent of Marut.

You’ll be able to feel the body scent of Harut even more intimately.

To someone who couldn’t perceive it properly, this body scent would only feel like the overbearing aura of a monarch. But for Sami, who could track the scent of the Marut jewel, it must feel like every corner of his brain was being raked through right now.

Razard had never seen anyone who could sense a body scent this strongly before, so he couldn’t be sure exactly how much Sami was feeling. However, if he were conscious, it would likely be intense enough to drive him beyond arousal and into madness.

So, there was a sort of excuse for keeping Sami asleep.

He had to cover his own body scent thoroughly to prevent other accidents… It was a cruel treatment for the current Sami, but it couldn’t be helped.

This was the first reason for toy with the sleeping Sami.

“And…, you need to learn a lot of dirty sensations, too.”

To obtain the “scent,” one had to be opened up to lust.