terrified at the prospect of sukuna harming him.
he hesitantly tried closing his thighs , hiccups escaping him. his crotch felt warm , it was both uncomfortable and disgusting.
lip to remain silent , at least as silent as he possibly could be. occasional whines and whimpers escaped him involuntarily , tearing up as sukuna βs hand dipped in his panties.
he shook his head desperately , lips wobbling , on the verge of pleading him to stop yet still β
this ? his home ?
at the threat , megumi didnβt have a choice but to stay quiet. in all honesty , he didnβt even know what to say after such a revelation β that heβd be here for eternity.
a small sniffle escaped him when cold fingers caressed him. he chewed on his bottom β
β but , , i want to become a strong sorcerer when i grow up ! β
megumi continued to play with the man βs hair , running his fingers through it.
β please teach me how to be one . . β
his arms tightened around his waistοΌeyes closed.
β your skin is so soft and perfect ... never change. big muscles and rough skin will ruin your body.
attention , however. megumi βs head perked up , seeing nanami unbuckling his belt.
β sensei ? . . what are you . . β
trailing off , curious to see what his teacher was doing.
megumi βs toes curled as nanami pulled his fingers out. his pussy was so sensitive and raw from the fingering , even the air was making him shiver.
β i . . iβm sorry. β looking away in shame as nanamiβs disappointment was evident in his tone.
the sound of metal caught his β
βItβs training because itβs making you betterβ he hums as he was definitely turning the boy into a better lover
βSorcerers donβt get tired so easily.β He sighs disappointed as he slowly pulls his fingers out before reaching down to undo his belt βletβs change my methods thenβ¦β
β i - is this a dream ? β he asked , the innocence of a terrified child evident on his youthful face. β . . pl - please , i just wanna go home. β
tears prickled at the corners of his eyes , hands balled into small fists.
β i βm sorry for being bad , please let me go ! β
β th - that hurts ! stop β β the child whimpered as sukunaβs grasp tightened around his bony wrist , then , while thrashing , he was forced to straddle his lap on the throne.
megumi βs breathing came out ragged , but didnβt dare pull away from the curseβs lap this time. β