Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 102

“...?”

Ayra, cheeks faintly flushed from the stimulation, looked up at Janus with a puzzled expression. She wiggled her toes and squirmed a little, wondering why he had suddenly stopped moving his hand. But instead of continuing, her partner only bared his teeth and gnawed slowly at her nape as if savoring something delicious.

‘What the hell...?’

Ayra stared blankly at the leather rug in front of her, listening to the whirring sound of the wind blowing outside. Meanwhile, the erection she’d worked up gradually began to soften. He’d said he’d make her beg for more—but compared to usual, she didn’t even feel that good.

She found herself thinking, Maybe we could just fall asleep like this, and was blinking heavily against her drooping eyelids when Janus, who had been playing dumb, suddenly wrapped his hand around her now-soft shaft and started stroking again.

Maybe because it had already been warmed up once, or maybe because his hand moved with uncanny skill, it didn’t take long at all to get hard again. But then—once more, just before the peak, Janus let go. It was only then that Ayra realized what he was up to.

“Janus!”

“What?”

Feigning ignorance, Janus lazily stroked Ayra’s body, deliberately avoiding every sensitive spot, his voice dripping with laughter as if to say, Do you want something?

“Ugh... quit messing around...”

If her hands were free, she’d have finished herself off by now, but the only thing she could move was her lower body. Even that was disrupted—when she tried to press her thighs together, Janus grabbed one leg and lifted it to block her.

“If you want more, beg for it. Then I’ll think about it.”

He ran his fingertip teasingly along Ayra’s lips, and she bit down on it with bared teeth. As if expecting it, Janus just laughed and hugged her tighter. He was clearly turned on too—something heavy and thick pressed against that ambiguous region between her thigh and butt.

“Knew you’d react like that...”

He trailed off meaningfully, rubbing the obscene weapon along her skin before slipping his hand back between her legs. Ayra flinched, but there was nothing she could do.

“Ugh, ah—ah!”

This time his touch was rougher, and Ayra shuddered. The coarse friction made her break out in goosebumps like she’d been shocked with static. Janus sniffed around her skin, inhaling deeply until his chest expanded.

“That’s strange... Your scent’s fainter than usual...”

Muttering suspiciously, Janus seemed to be talking to himself. Only then did Ayra remember she’d eaten a Red Bloom yesterday. His nose is scary-good, she thought, but before she could dwell on it, the overwhelming pleasure made her pant. Then, with uncanny timing, Janus returned his hand to her chest and began to stroke again.

He would take her right to the edge, then suddenly stop. Then, once the arousal faded, he’d start over—again and again, dragging her up to the brink of orgasm and abruptly abandoning her there.

Her core temperature had risen so sharply that a light sheen of cold sweat broke out across her pale forehead. She clenched her lips and endured until she finally let out a quiet cry. This time too, she was forced to stop just before coming, and a blue vein stood out along her white neck from the effort. Unbothered, Janus slowly stroked her thighs, his large fingers already damp with precum.

Desperate to reach release, Ayra squirmed and managed to slip out of his arms—but it was only an illusion. Janus had let her go on purpose. He watched, amused, as his lover crawled a few steps on her knees, then tackled her from behind.

“Feels good, huh? So good it’s killing you?”

His voice came out low and crushed between clenched teeth, straining with repressed desire. He wanted to push her down and slam into her right that second, but instead he bit down harshly on her ear and held back. Unfortunately for Ayra, this dragon had considerable self-control.

“Feels good, doesn’t it—uh, ngh...”

Even the brief touch of his cock brushing against the leather mat made Ayra pant raggedly. Biting her lip, she turned to glare at the beast pinning her down, eyes flushed and burning. Janus caught her sharp gaze—and smirked. His face glowed with delight.

“Still trying to keep your pride? Great. That just makes it more fun. Let’s keep going, shall we...”

The perverted-use system truly said something perverse.

Realizing the torment wasn’t over yet, Ayra instinctively drew her legs together—but that was quickly undone by Janus’s hot palms pulling her thighs back open.

With her legs spread and her arms tied behind her, Ayra had no choice but to flatten her upper body to the mat like a dog. Something soft and fuzzy brushed against her cheek—some unidentified patch of beast fur. The cold didn’t even register anymore. Ayra panted heavily, her breath short and ragged, and trembled under the gaze fixed on her exposed, naked lower half.

A firm hand grabbed her ass. Janus gently parted the cheeks and looked closely at the hidden spot before grabbing her waist in a tight grip. He massaged her tense lower abdomen with his palm, then grabbed the edge of her long coat that had trailed to the floor and flipped it up.

“...!”

The moment the fabric fell over her face, Ayra flinched. Hot, damp breath filled the space beneath the coat. She tried twisting her upper body to clear her vision, but then froze. The fingers that had been stroking her skin were now pressing firmly against the entrance to her back hole.

“Wait a second... ah!”

A single finger, slick with some unknown fluid, rubbed against her wrinkled rim and slipped inside. It pushed in and out lazily a few times—then another finger joined it.

Up until then, Ayra had secretly felt relieved, thinking Janus was finally losing control and about to enter. With how sore her cock had become, penetration almost seemed like a blessing. She’d held onto that hope—but it didn’t last.

The two fingers pushed all the way in and began searching. Without fumbling, they found what they were looking for and pressed in.

Ayra sucked in a breath. Goosebumps ran down her spine as waves of pleasure surged from her lower belly. As the fingers rubbed in slow, circular motions inside her, her hips lifted off the ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ ground, and a moan spilled out of her lips.

Soon enough, the teasing stopped pretending. Janus’s fingers began thrusting in and out aggressively.

“Ah—ah, ahh, aah!”

Her lips parted, releasing wave after wave of moans. Even in the darkness behind the fabric, flashes of white light flickered. Her body twitched uncontrollably at every jolt of stimulation. The sensation wasn’t like the physical friction on her cock—it was something deeper, more overwhelming. Her mouth, which had been dry moments ago, now filled with thick, sweet saliva.

Ayra’s hips rocked instinctively as she chased the stimulation—but just as she reached the verge again, she twisted her body in despair. A hopeless sigh escaped between her wet lips. Once again, Janus had stopped just before she could finish. He’d done it so many times that she was on the brink of a tantrum.

Panting heavily, Ayra whimpered as Janus calmly rubbed his cock along her thigh. It was terrifyingly hot—blazing against her skin. She pressed her forehead into the soft fur of the rug in anguish.

If I just endure a little longer, maybe Janus will give up first... Ayra clung to the last shred of pride, wanting desperately to somehow win against the dragon.

That, too, was a complete miscalculation.

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“Hk... aah, ahh, huh...!”

Her body jerked violently, trembling like a seizure. Her limbs ached from staying in that same prone position so long—but she hardly noticed anymore. Even a light stroke across her waist made her thighs quake.

I... I want to come...

Driven by longing, her pale butt clenched tightly. When the fingers buried deep inside her suddenly withdrew, her hips followed up before falling back down in exhaustion. Her entrance, now utterly loose and pulsing, gaped open with every twitch of Janus’s teasing fingers. From the tip of her heavy cock, a string of clear fluid dripped down, soaking into the mat.

“Delicious, huh? You’re practically desperate not to spit it out.”

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Janus, sounding smug, pumped just a single knuckle in and out. Ayra couldn’t even deny it anymore. She just gasped for air.

How long had she been tied up like this? How many times had the towering peak of pleasure been toppled right before the end, leaving nothing but ruins? Now, she was so overstimulated she might come just from a single touch.

And then Janus did something even crueler.

“Ngh, ah, let me go... ngh!”

Ayra writhed and thrashed, but Janus’s hand clamped down around her cock didn’t budge. He gripped it from the base to the tip, stopping her from climaxing by force. Her toes curled tight, cramping as she whimpered.

“Ahh, you bastard...!”

“Bastard? My, what a classy mouth my lover has.”

With a chuckle, Janus traced slow, lazy circles across the arch of her sole. Ayra’s reaction was dramatic—just that light tickling had her screaming, moaning helplessly.

Janus’s gaze roved over her with naked lust. The twitching body, the clenched hands and feet, the way her white ass kept swaying side to side—it was all too enticing. No longer able to restrain himself, he slid his fingers back into the loosened hole and murmured,

“Come on. Say it with me now.”

“Nnngh, mmh, ah, ahh—ah, ah!”

As his fingers stroked one specific point inside her with practiced precision, the entrance clenched tightly around him. Voice thick with heat, Janus whispered into her ear, tongue slick and wet:

“I love it. I want you to stuff me full—anything, just fuck me hard.”

“...Hah, ahh—ahh!”

The moment he said it, his fingers began moving violently. With loud, wet friction, he slammed into her from behind. Ayra thrashed as if her nerves were being pummeled into pulp. For a second, her consciousness faded—then returned. The motion finally dislodged the coat that had been covering her face.