The One and Only Sami Chapter 43

The jinn of Marut aren’t lewd for no reason. A potent scent carries with it a potent reproductive urge—especially when the timing is right.

Until he could determine that exact “period,” he had to engrave lust into Sami’s body. Constantly, relentlessly, and steadily until the scent could be harvested.

“So, shall we ‘kiss’ again today?”

Speaking to him was a deliberate choice. It was a setup to link the scent of estrus rummaging through his mind with the voice whispering in his ear and the physical sensations.

Efforts like these had even sparked a sense of pure curiosity in Razard for the first time in ages. It had been so long he could hardly count the years.

Razard pressed the tip of his nose against Sami’s skin. There was still no sign of what he would call a “body scent.” The body was soaked and full to the brim, as if about to overflow, but the scent within this shell had not yet ripened.

Taking a body scent meant taking that person’s talent as well.

Thanks to Sami, he had already obtained the Marut jewel much more easily than expected, and he intended to receive the same help in the future. Sami was more than valuable enough for that alone.

But regardless, Razard truly wanted to possess the scent Sami held within him entirely.

What kind of scent would it be? Since it was a precious talent, he expected it to be a quite appetizing body scent. Enough to make him want to bite into this soft flesh.

Razard stuck out his tongue and flicked Sami’s nipple. The nipple, which had grown hard from just that much contact, was every bit as sensitive as a sexual organ.

For now, it only transformed this prominently through the application of body scents and aphrodisiacs, but if he continued to put him to sleep and toy with him like this, the protrusion would become a tool of pleasure in its own right.

Razard tapped the sensitive area with his tongue—tap, tap—before puckering his lips to suck. He soaked the peaked nipple with saliva and breathed hot air onto the wet chest. As he gently felt around the shape of the erect protrusion with his tongue, Sami, no longer having the strength to twist or recoil, could only manage small tremors and increasingly loud, ragged gasps.

He glanced down again. Sami’s crotch had risen painfully high, but he didn’t touch it. Today was about building pleasure to the point of pain. He had no intention of soothing him easily. If anything, he would torment the chest more to make the twitching between Sami’s legs even more desperate.

The nipples were so sharp, yet the surrounding flesh hadn’t quite swollen to match. A greed bloomed within him to eventually create plump areolas that would perfectly suit those shamelessly peaked protrusions.

By then, he might even be able to decorate them with pretty jewels. What color would suit him best? It seemed like a good idea to hold them up to his body one by one, just as he had when he first brought him here.

Sami would probably notice by then, but it would be too late to cry or argue. By that point…

“Heh, eeh? Hoouu…”

…he would be such a fool that just rubbing his chest would make his front stand tall.

Ah, thinking of Sami mumbling with melted, slurred speech because his brain had dissolved through his chest made Razard’s own lower abdomen tighten.

“Haah…”

To make the chest even easier to suck and handle, Razard went back to licking it with great care. Harut’s body scent still swirled around the two of them like a veil enveloping the bed.

Without taking his mouth off the chest, Razard stretched one arm out and touched Sami’s lower belly.

First, he rubbed the navel. It was his way of signaling to the body that this area would be handled after the chest. Then, he slid his hand into the wet pants, past the penis and testicles, and pressed firmly on the plump mound of flesh. The perineum.

Finally, he rubbed the tightly closed entrance with two fingers. He didn’t insert them; he simply tapped and teased the puckered opening to stimulate it.

The perineum and the entrance were already being systematically tamed, just as Razard was currently doing by sucking his chest. Though he hadn’t yet reached inside to touch the inner walls, every inch of the exterior was an area Razard had been kneading and kissing for days.

In response, Sami’s buttocks twitched against Razard’s fingers as they rubbed around the puckered opening.

It was cute and funny how he pushed his heels into the duvet as if trying to flee, yet simultaneously rubbed his backside against Razard’s fingers, trying to chase the pleasant sensation.

“Pick one. Don’t be greedy.”

Razard set his teeth against the breast he was sucking. The sharply peaked nipple caught against his teeth. He toyed with it by flicking it with just the tip of his tongue, then bit down slightly. Every time he gave a sharp suck, the sound of the groan changed.

“H-hu, k-ugh…”

When Sami’s pleasure deepened, his voice actually became lower and raspier. The shameful moans that didn’t suit his slight frame only made Razard harder.

Because I want to just drive myself into you right now, too.

But he had to endure a bit more. The day to swallow Sami wasn’t today.

A bit more. Just a little more. Until he was perfectly ripe.

Razard intended to melt Sami down until he was thick and soft before devouring him.

Everyone in the palace expected the ruler, Harut, to sleep with and enjoy this pet human every single day.

It was a pleasant misconception.

Given the way he treated him, he certainly could have, but Razard hadn’t truly touched Sami yet. He was forcibly putting him to sleep with incense, sucking his chest to his heart’s content, and toyed with his entrance, but he had never actually buried his member inside those walls.

He didn’t want to spray his seed on unripe fruit. He would eat him whole only when he became a fruit so ripe that he would bruise at the slightest touch of a finger.

That’s what it meant to obtain the “scent.”

As if responding to Razard’s patience and desire, Harut’s body scent intensified again.

Sami let out a muffled groan and wet his pants once more. This time it wasn’t a leak. Yet, it was different from a vigorous ejaculation. It wasn’t pleasure won by rubbing his member; the semen, squeezed out from somewhere else, flowed down the standing penis in a thick, globby stream.

It was an emission that did nothing to subside the pleasure.

Razard pulled his hand and mouth away. This was enough for today. Just enough to leave the sensory memory layered in the subconscious without relief.

“I’m practically keeping my chastity because of you. Seriously, man. Right?”

Only Sami was unaware of such efforts.

While the sprawling Sami was trembling on the verge of fainting, Razard poked his cheek, talking like an awkward young man caught in a pure-hearted romance. The words sounded sweet enough, but coming from him in this situation, they were quite chilling.

“Now then, shall I soothe my frustration with those little thighs?”

He called him a “little guy,” but Sami was twenty. Besides, Razard doesn’t do things like tongue-kisses with actual children.

He gave a smirk and moved down between Sami’s legs. He gathered the thighs together and buried his member there, just as he had violated the space between his legs before.

“I bet you’re the first and last person to have the great Harut value your purity this much, Sami.”

Whether he knew of that honor or not, Sami was still hiccuping from the unreleased pleasure, his aching body convulsing. That was the only pity.

Razard leaned his waist down and let out a hot, heavy breath. The body scent he couldn’t fully control grew fainter and fainter, eventually swirling back into the mark on his neck.

“Haah…”

By the time Harut’s scent was completely sealed behind his neck, Razard looked at Sami. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed his lower abdomen firmly against the pressed-together thighs. His member slapped against the flesh. Red sparks flickered in his golden eyes. At the same time, they sank into a darkness like the desert night sky.

He wanted to ask what the scent was like.

“Huu, h-hu…”

He wondered how Sami would describe this scent, which was cursed so that it couldn’t be properly refined and could only oppress. What would Sami call the traces of this scent that even he didn’t know?

“Haha…”

Would he fear it, thinking of it like a mage’s terrifying magic?

That wouldn’t be so bad either. At least he would be recognizing his scent.

Razard spent a long while violating the space between those two plump thighs, and only after the sleeping incense had fully worn off did he ejaculate, drenching the space between the legs.

Whether he had lost consciousness or fallen into a total sleep, Sami merely closed his eyes and breathed softly even in that moment.

“Sami, hurry…”

Hurry and bloom enough for me to devour you. Let’s get just the right amount of worked up so we can lose ourselves in each other without your mind breaking from my scent.

With one last heated breath, nothing remained in the bedroom except the thick smell of bodily fluids.

And finally, all scents exited the room.

In that sense, a scent was the perfect crime. When caught in a breeze and blown away, it disappeared, taking every lewd and intimate secret that had occurred there along with it.