Free Web NovelChapter 18: Research on his thing
Norelia knelt on the library carpet like a bronze statue, completely forgetting the basic biological function of breathing as her logical brain had completely crashed.
She had expected an average, modest specimen, so she could easily laugh at him, to secure the upper hand in their little psychological war.
But the thing standing inches from her face had caught her entirely off guard.
It was a staggering, cataclysmic monument of manhood. It looked less like human anatomy and more like a vieny dragon, having a thick, rigid length tightly wrapped in distinct, prominent veins that gave it an imposing, predatory aesthetic.
Norelia’s gaze was utterly glued to it. She read countless books. She had imagined the size of a male protagonist’s asset a thousand times over, always concluding that the authors were exaggerating to sell copies to lonely maidens.
This is even bigger than the ones in the books. This is illegal.
"You..." Norelia finally managed to talk, pointing her finger at the throbbing monster. "Are you... Are you using dark magic to increase its size? Just to defraud your way through life?!"
"Hey, give some credit to my genetics, Miss Librarian," Eren replied smoothly, his hands resting confidently on his hips as he looked down at her with a devastatingly smug smirk.
In truth, when he had first woken up in this trashy noble body weeks ago and taken his first trip to the washroom, his own jaw had hit the floorboards.
Back in his previous life, even the high-tier adult film stars he had watched on the pixelated screens didn’t possess a massive, monstrous entity like this. Without a doubt, it was the single greatest stat upgrade his new body possessed.
A legendary-grade artifact handed down by the heavens.
He looked down to see the top-tier prodigy remained kneeling in shock. She was practically drooling, and he decided to tease.
"What’s the matter, Miss Librarian? Don’t tell me you are actually scared of the size of the research?"
Norelia’s pride blazed, snapping her out of her trance.
"Scared? Of this? Don’t make me laugh!" she retorted. She glared up at his insufferable smirk, making her cheeks burn. "Just stand there like the useless statue you are, pervert."
Her eyes turned back to the staggering, nine-inch staff looming right in front of her face. It was terrifying, but the smut-loving degenerate hiding deep within her was absolutely screaming with excitement.
How could she pass up the golden opportunity to experience something that usually only happened in her favorite novels?
She slowly extended her fingers, hesitantly poked against the smooth, burning skin of the shaft.
The massive beast gave a twitch at the moment her finger touched him.
Norelia let out an involuntary gasp, curiosity shooting straight up her face. And the wicked smirk slowly came its way back onto her petite face.
"Hmph. Maybe you’re only good for your size."
She leaned forward and gently wrapped her small hand around the base of his thick length, tried to close her fingers to get a proper grip, and her smug expression instantly faltered. Her hand was too small.
No matter how much she stretched her fingers, they struggled even to cover half of his massive circumference.
Eren stood perfectly still, happily surrendering himself to the sensation of her warm, incredibly soft palm wrapped around him. True heavens.
She slightly pulled her hand downward, giving it a slow, testing stroke.
The immediate sensation made Eren’s jaw tighten. Looking at the expression of a noble brat gave Norelia a triumphant thrill. She deliberately repeated the soft, rhythmic movement with a torturously slow speed.
She leaned closer with pure degenerate curiosity, her nose practically against it. Her hot breaths made the beast throb.
"Smells like... pure, concentrated arrogance," she murmured with a giggle.
Before Eren could process her commentary, Norelia gave a teasing lick directly across the tip.
"F-Fuck..." Eren wheezed.
Fueled by his reaction, the petite librarian gave him more hesitant, wet licks, her tongue swirling around the crown. Eren’s hand instinctively placed on her soft brown hair, holding on just tight enough to anchor himself, practicing a heroic level of self-restraint to avoid shoving her head down.
"It tastes... strange. Slightly salty and sour. And incredibly hot."
Norelia mumbled, though it wouldn’t stop her research.
"Chu... mwa~!"
She began placing soft, wet kisses all over the veiny shaft, her small hand maintaining that slow stroke. Her red eyes locked onto his blue eyes filled with lewdness.
"Consider yourself the luckiest pervert in the entire world, Eren Volsver," she muffled with a sweet mockery.
Norelia leaned forward with her lips wide open, completely enveloping his thing with her warm, wet mouth.
She aggressively tried to swallow as much as she could, determined to show off.
"Mmmph...?" she hummed questioningly. No matter how hard she tried to push forward, she couldn’t even manage to take in half of his length before her throat blocked the path, making a muffled gag, her cheeks were already aching.
She tried to pull back to rethink her tactical options, but Eren’s hand blocked her head from escaping of her own making.
He chuckled looking down at her trapped, wide-eyed form. "What’s the matter? Tapping out because you couldn’t handle the basic course?"
Norelia’s red eyes narrowed at him with fierce glare. Wanted to bite the damn thing right off. If he thought he could treat her like a helpless amateur, she was going to prove that his massive size was the only thing he had going for him.
She would make him beg, twist, and unravel on this very carpet in under a minute.
Even though it was her first time handling a live cock, her extensive research in suspicious literature gave her basic ideas.
She wrapped both of her small hands around where she couldn’t reach, while her mouth aggressively took in the top.
"Slurp... glk... mmmh~!
She accelerated the pace, her tongue swirling around the dick. To her utter shock, the weapon in her mouth felt as hard as steel. None of her inanimate toys could ever match this.
Meanwhile, Eren was happily floating in paradise.
A few days ago, he ruthlessly devoured a tanned muscle mommy, while leaving his own thing locked away. Now, the cosmic scales had beautifully rebalanced. He was casually leaning against the bookshelf, greedily enjoying the tight, soaking warmth and electric friction provided by a cute librarian who was older than him.
One minute turned into two, and then three.
