I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 14 Part 3

14. If You Want to Use… (3)

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After blurting out that way, Eve left the man behind and plopped down near the edge of the bed by herself. The man, avoiding Eve’s expectant gaze, had his nape and ears reddening, as she dangled her legs and wiggled her toes.

Castel undid the fastenings of his clothes on Eve’s command, pretending not to notice the sticky gaze that seemed to lick his whole body. The man removed all the cloth from his upper body, looking down, and barely swallowed his embarrassment.

‘Ah sh*t, shouldn’t you be the one wearing a bra, not me, as a human being?”

Eve thoroughly scanned his broad shoulders, tightly held chest muscles, gradually narrowing waist, and prominent abs, finally speaking as she looked at the trousers tightly hugging his thighs.

“You need to undress down there too. Should I help you?”

“No.”

Eve easily noticed that the end of his calmly uttered response was slightly trembling.

Castel took a long breath and touched the fastening of his pants. He hesitated for a moment, then clenched his teeth and pulled his jaw, silently removing the clothing wrapped around his legs.

The man neatly folded his trousers and underwear, one size too small, that he had rolled off. He gathered the clothes in both hands, bringing them forward. Eve, who had been watching his every movement with crossed legs, stood up at that moment.

Eve approached Castel with light steps, took the clothes from his hand, and flung them carelessly behind. Then, deliberately making eye contact with the man, she took his arms and turned them behind his back, as if she were embracing him full

“Now, hold your hands tightly like this. You must not let go until I give the command.”

Having said that, Eve wedged her foot between the man’s legs, tapping it lightly to make him spread his legs, and then stepped back a pace to carefully examine and feel every part of his naked body.

Following the neckline and collarbone, she explored his rock-hard shoulders and arms. Her long, slender fingers seemed to playfully caress here and there, tapping and drawing out the graceful curves of the well-groomed flesh.

Eve laid her hand on the tightly woven muscles of his abdomen, almost like a statue mimicking a mythical hero. The man, apparently very tense, twitched and reacted wherever her fingers touched. Eve’s hand, which had been circling around the twitching navel, moved back up.

The man’s physique generally aligned well with Eve’s tastes, but if she had to choose one part, it would be the hefty chest muscles that could not be completely covered with one hand; they were undoubtedly attractive.

Eve spread her hands and gently lifted the man’s chest, gathering them towards the middle, then lightly massaged them. The elasticity she felt under her fingers was even more than she had vaguely imagined.

Eve’s fingers slowly teased over the n*ppl*s and the buried nubs. Before long, his chest nubs began to harden little by little; when she took them between her thumb and forefinger and turned them as if to knead them without strength, a small sound like a stifled breath leaked from the inside of Castel’s throat.

“Really, it’s more than I thought.”

The man did not respond to her voice that suddenly popped out like a monologue.

It was because he didn’t know what would be good to retort.

Eve seemed not to expect an answer, and without concern for his silence, she took her hand off his chest and went behind the man.

Castel was holding both hands tightly together as if they were tied by an invisible string.

His arm muscles, filled with tension, were incredibly rigid.

Eve poked her finger into it, but it didn’t press in at all.

Because his hands were gathered, the shoulder blades were prominently raised on his back.

Eve slowly stroked his trapezius muscle above his neckline, the wing bones that rose beneath, and the hollowed-out spine on the inside.

Her fingertips, slowly falling down as if counting the number of vertebrae under his skin, suddenly changed the momentum and roughly grasped his rounded buttocks.

Eve giggled, feeling the twitching movement under her palm.

The buttocks suddenly tightened as if startled by the sudden attack.

Eve whispered in a soft voice, forcibly kneading the tightly clenched buttocks with both hands.

“Relax your muscles.”

Having teased enough, it was now time to genuinely act affectionately.

Castel put strength into his clasped hands, feeling Eve’s touch stickier than before.

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Eve, who was half-lying down, leaning against a pillow, with underwear and the like hanging around her ankles beneath her tunic, glanced down at her feet.

A man appeared, panting and breathing thinly, covering his eyes with a black blindfold, carefully licking Eve’s toes as if savoring sweet cream.

“Aren’t you too impatient? I don’t know how many times we’ve done this already.”

“Huff, huegh… I apologize.”

Her other foot, which was not being licked, was placed on his thigh, smeared and sticky with a white opaque liquid. Castel put down her foot he had been licking, groped for the other one, and carefully lifted it to his mouth.

He shamelessly licked Eve’s foot, unfazed by the s*m*n he had ej*culated into his mouth. It was merely because Eve wanted the filth that had dirtied her feet to be cleaned by the owner of that filth, with his mouth.

“You keep doing it without permission, making things difficult. You definitely need some training.”

Eve tossed away the underwear hanging on her legs, reaching out to grasp a pouch she had placed on the bed’s headboard. The first thing she pulled out was a black chastity belt made of soft leather.

Eve, looking at his p*n*s that was gradually hardening despite having ej*culated not long ago, fixed it with a less-than-affectionate touch by tightening the strap around the scrotum. The man’s breath roughened at her insensitive movements.

“Ah, hah, uh….!”

“Even so, you have to be choosy, Sir Castel. If you just do it anywhere, what’s the difference between you and a street dog?”

The sensation of the soft leather strap tightly pulling and digging into the base sent tingles down the man’s nerves. The uncomfortable pressure of the leather strap, coupled with Eve’s blatant mockery, aroused the man.

“I’ll teach you how to feel good without touching your p*n*s. Don’t cry.”

Eve bent down, lightly kissing the man’s nose, pretending to be a thoughtful master. The man, blindfolded, momentarily stopped breathing as her breath came close to his face.

“I told you I’ll make it pretty for you. I’ll make it all cute until you beg me to stop, crying.”

Her sweet breath lingered on the tip of his nose and then quickly disappeared. Eve watched Castel lick his dry lips as she pulled gloves and fragrant oil from her pocket.

“I’ve always wanted to raise a big dog if the conditions allowed.”

Eve, having a foolish thought that the industry must quickly advance to develop various tools, pushed the man back to lie down and rubbed oil with a faint lavender scent on her hands.

“Now, shall we lie on your back?”

Eve sat close to Castel’s lower body, his face tense as he turned over to lie on his back, and inserted her hand, soaked with oil, between his thighs.

“Let’s first see how it feels. I don’t know why, but all the men here seem to feel it well from behind.”

“Wait, lady, like that….!”

“I told you, you can just call me by my name.”

Eve immediately pushed her middle finger into his hole after finishing speaking. The man seemed to blanch at the unpleasant intrusion he was experiencing for the first time. It felt like Castel’s lifelong understanding of things was collapsing.

Eve, watching the man’s weak resistance and trembling with a joyful face, moved her deeply inserted finger, pressing the inner wall towards the front of his stomach.

“Ugh, ugh…! Please, not this…! Ahah…!”

“Does it feel good?”

“It’s strange. Please, stop…!”

Castel seemed to lose all composure as something entered a place he believed would never be intruded upon in his life. He even shook his head.