The One and Only Sami Chapter 56

The sound of wet friction from between his legs echoed shamelessly. The beads hanging from his chest caught Sami’s tremors and vibrated once more. They squeezed and shook his nipples without a moment’s rest.

The sensory overload made him feel as if he were dying. At this point, it was no different from having his head held underwater in a bathtub filled with aphrodisiacs.

“Hi, hee-euk, k-eu-euk…!”

Moans that should never have escaped those small, plump lips spilled out. It was a guttural sound, torn from the depths of his belly—a primitive, rasping cry like a cornered animal.

The sound was so thick with heat and lust that it was hard to believe it came from such a slender frame.

If he could just ejaculate, this maddening itch and stimulation might finally be quenched, but the rod plugging him allowed no such release. Sami’s face contorted as tears poured down his cheeks.

“K-eut, ha… I, I want to, I want to come. If you block it, I can’t go… Hic, I have to let it out here…”

“…Where? Say it properly.”

“My, my thing. My cock, my cock, h-heuk, I have to go, hic, please. Razard, please…”

“…”

Razard stopped the hand that had been rhythmically prodding his back. Instead, he used his index and middle fingers to press and release that internal sensitive knot with a flicking motion. Sami’s thighs flew wide apart before desperately clamping back together.

“Sami.”

“…Hh, e-euk…”

“From now on, this place is just going to be for pissing.”

As Razard flicked his member with his other hand, Sami gasped and shuddered, swallowing dry, jagged moans.

“I don’t think I can call it a cock or a dick anymore. Even if fluid comes out, it’s just getting hard.”

“Nng, h-heuk…”

“Let’s call it a clit from now on.”

Sami had no reason or dignity left to push back with his usual ‘I don’t like that’ or ‘How can you say such things?’ He simply nodded frantically.

“Ye—yes. Clit. I’ll call it a clit.”

“Usually, it just gets hard and can’t release anything, but since Sami is begging to come, I suppose I have no choice.”

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry. I, ah, ah, I can’t hold it. I want to piss, I want to. Please, h-heuk, hic…”

Though his tone remained smooth and instructional, there was no trace of a smile on Razard’s face. He was exerting so much self-control to suppress his own arousal that his jaw was tight with tension.

“Fine, I’ll take it out. But you have to keep pressing this.”

Razard tapped Sami’s hand, which was buried deep between his legs. The club—too thick for his small hands to fully wrap around—was still firmly prodding his perineum.

When Razard pushed against the back of his hand to apply more pressure to the area, Sami nodded his head in a frantic blur.

Sami gritted his teeth and pressed the lumpy, fruit-studded club against his perineum with everything he had.

“Euk…”

It was painful and stinging. The back of his knees twitched and spasmed as if they were broken. He eventually reached a peak, his legs splayed wide and trembling, but he didn’t dare let go.

Because Razard said if he kept pressing, he’d release the plug in his urethra.

So, even though Sami had reached his absolute limit, he endured. If he did this, he could finally let everything pent up inside flow out.

“Good boy.”

Razard gripped the end of the rod that was dangling piteously from the tip of the urethra. A sound like a crushed frog escaped Sami’s throat. His eyes had already rolled back; he couldn’t even see what was happening between his legs.

His fingers slowly drew the rod out. The surface of the rod, slick with extract, clung to the urethral lining, making it even harder to pull out than it had been to insert. It felt as if the membranes were trying to suck the rod back in.

“Hh, h-heuk, ah, hu-ok, u-uuuuuung…!”

Sami’s inner thighs spasmed violently and his hips arched high off the bed. His waist remained locked in that taut, trembling arch, shivering until the very last bit of the rod was extracted.

Even as Sami struggled, Razard never pulled it out all at once. Just as he had when inserting it, he withdrew the rod with agonizing slowness and care.

“Ha… fuck…”

A crude curse was spat from those handsome lips. Sweat rolled down Razard’s temples as well.

Finally, the member that had been blocked all this time was liberated. The moment the very tip of the rod—the part that had been poking at his core—slipped out:

“…!”

The backed-up semen began to flow out in a continuous stream. At the same instant, Sami’s arched waist collapsed, and he fell completely limp.

Mixed with the internal fluids, the semen was thin and watery, spilling out in messy heaves rather than a forceful ejaculation. Razard stared blankly at the fluid drenching the fingers he had wrapped around the penis.

“Ah.”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He tossed the rod onto the bed and lunged over Sami, pinning him down.

“Huu-euk, haaa…”

He hurriedly fumbled with his own waist. Sami’s eyes were glazed, while Razard’s eyes were wild and sharp.

“Wake up, Sami. You can’t pass out yet.”

Razard rubbed his rock-hard member against the face of the semi-conscious Sami.

“Hmm? Don’t you want to eat this? You ate it well last time, didn’t you? It fits your throat perfectly. I’m going to open up your back later, too, so you should get used to the taste today.”

Did he even remember that this was supposed to be about retrieving a Marut? Now that Sami had lost his senses, Razard had lost his reason.

“Sami, say it with your own mouth. Just like you said you wanted to come with your clit earlier.”

Tell me with your own mouth that you want to eat my cock.

Speaking with a terrifying, gnashing intensity, Razard rubbed himself all over Sami’s face. He poked into the soft cheeks until the shape of the lips was distorted and pressed hard against the tip of his dainty nose. Just as the Master’s heavy scent pierced the unconscious man’s nostrils and overwhelmed his pleasure-melted mind—

“…!”

Something strange happened.

Sami suddenly spasmed and his mouth fell open.

Those small, plump lips parted, and a red tongue peeked out from between them. His limp body was still unconscious.

Yet, as if driven by some primal instinct.

His tongue reached out slowly but desperately, licking and tasting the back of the penis. He looked like someone possessed, determined to devour the cock that was rubbing against his face.

“…”

It was Razard who froze. Given his previous ferocity, he should have shoved himself into that mouth right then, but he didn’t move an inch.

“Just now…”

His voice held a quality entirely different from lust or excitement—a rare moment for a man like Razard, who didn’t know how to be flustered.

He reached back and touched the nape of his own neck.

As he hurriedly traced downward, the tattoo covering the back of his neck vanished, and a heavy, potent fragrance flooded the bedroom.

Reacting to that scent, Sami twitched again, his tongue crawling over the penis. The tip of his unconscious tongue was clumsy. But Razard couldn’t take his eyes off its movement.

The saliva surrounding the soft flesh, the sweat covering the skin, the tears pooling in his raw, red eyes.

Sami’s body gave off a scent like unripened fruit—green and fresh.

The kind of desire that makes you want to crush it in your hands even though you know it’s not ready.

The impulse to bury your nose in the surface where the juices are starting to bead.

The urge to sink your teeth in and claim it as your own, even though you know it will taste tart…

“…Ha?”

Razard exhaled sharply.

There are a few in this world born with a scent. Usually, they become beloved talents, and sometimes, they become Mages. They are destined for a life that cannot be ordinary—carrying a unique scent they might never recognize unless they awaken to the mystery.

Razard breathed heavily.

His eyes were wavering with a rare agitation. He couldn’t even blink as he looked down at Sami.

“What…”

Razard held his breath.

Sami seemed so utterly ordinary that one would never guess he had a scent, yet he possessed a talent more precious than anyone’s: the talent to smell the Marut.

But he shouldn’t be making a Master like Razard feel this impulsive with such an unripened scent.

There was no way he should be drawn to a scent this hard and green.

He should have just found this immature scent cute, playing with it and enjoying it like he did last time. But…

“Ngh…”

A frantic breath escaped his parted lips.

Arousal. A primal arousal so intense it made cold sweat drip down his spine pulled painfully at Razard’s lower abdomen.

He wanted to eat him, right now.

If he had waited even a moment longer, Razard would have pried the unconscious Sami’s legs apart and taken him right there.

But the young scent was soon overwhelmed and snuffed out by the Master’s own scent.

By the time Razard stopped himself and regained his reason, Sami—suppressed by the Master’s scent—was twitching in his unconscious state, wetting the bed again as his body jolted.

After staring down at the pinned Sami for a long time, Razard slowly pulled away.

He touched the back of his neck with an unusually careful hand. From his fingertips, a black stain spread, quickly drawing out a large, intricate pattern.

On the soaked bed, only the naked, drenched Sami lay sprawled alone.

Razard gazed intensely at the naked body with a pitch-black stare. Somewhere between lust and wariness, Razard dissected Sami with his eyes. His golden pupils burned with a fierce energy. It was a gaze so obsessive it seemed to weigh the soul within the body.

Without him even realizing when it happened, a small, black, glittering gem had been placed on Sami’s chest.

Right, this was for the Marut retrieval. He had been so sure of that until just a moment ago—when did he forget?

He couldn’t believe he had been so indulged in Sami’s body that he’d forgotten the Marut.

Razard glared at the gem as if he wanted to devour it, then grabbed it. He brought the jewel to his nose. It smelled very faintly of flowers. It was a distinctly different fragrance from the green scent that had burst forth earlier and startled him.

“…Ha.”

Razard let out a sharp breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

Then, he leaned forward abruptly and pressed his lips against Sami’s, as if trying to swallow them whole.

He wanted to feast on his very breath.