## Chapter 135 – Jane. Aching Wound (1)
Aser gasped, unable to continue speaking after seeing what Jane had shown him.
“What the hell is this…?”
Isn’t a sculpture usually made using massive marble, stone, wood, or clay? It writhed as if it were a living organism, and he could feel the beating of a heart beyond the red surface covered in blood vessels. The grotesque appearance made Aser unconsciously step back.
Only after bumping into Number 25 did Aser finally stop, as Jane opened her mouth in a nonchalant tone.
“It’s the heart of an Outer God.”
“…What?”
He hadn’t experienced their strength firsthand, but from what he remembered hearing from Charlotte, they were beings that even most Demon Lords couldn’t handle. Aser stared at Jane in disbelief.
“How on earth…?”
Jane shrugged, saying as if it were nothing, “I hunted it myself. Luckily, it was a weak one without any special title.”
Aser was about to say something more, but Jane suddenly frowned and tightly closed her eyes.
Could she be sick? As Aser reached out to Jane with a worried hand, she abruptly opened her eyes and pushed Aser out of the basement, urgently chasing him away.
“Wait! I think I’m about to get inspiration, so get out quickly.”
Banished from the basement in the blink of an eye, Aser could only blankly stare at the firmly closed basement door.
He was worried about Number 25 being left alone with Jane, but he was still a trustworthy guy. Judging that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt Number 25, Aser returned to his room, feeling forlorn.
Jane stretched and smiled at Number 25.
“Well, now that the nuisance is gone, shall we enjoy ourselves slowly?”
Jane pointed to a small circular platform and said to Number 25, “Go up there. And don’t move at all except for the actions I tell you to do. Oh, and take off all your clothes.”
Number 25 obediently took off his clothes as Jane requested and went up onto the platform. He was now used to showing his naked body to others. He had suffered through worse things, so it was only natural.
However, standing still and holding a pose without moving was quite an ordeal. Even in the iron cage he had been confined to before, he had been given some freedom to move his body.
Number 25 even broke out in a sweat as he struck the poses Jane told him to.
About two hours passed like that, when Jane yawned, stretched, and casually spoke to Number 25.
“Don’t you need a break?”
Kneeling on the ground, Number 25 panted and asked back as if to confirm, “Am I allowed to rest?”
“Yeah, the artwork is important, but… the model’s condition is important too, right? What’s the point if you get hurt? Rest as you like in the room upstairs. I have more things to think about here.”
Number 25 bowed to Jane and came out, only to be snatched into someone’s arms.
Familiar size and softness. He couldn’t see, but he could guess who it was.
Aser hugged the unharmed Number 25 tightly and gently stroked his head.
With his face buried between Aser’s breasts, Number 25 barely managed to open his mouth from between the cleavage.
“D, Demon Lord… I can’t breathe….”
The monstrous size was literally a weapon. Just before Number 25 was about to happily suffocate, Aser finally pulled him away and immediately examined Number 25’s body.
“Are you okay? She didn’t do anything weird to you, did she?”
“I’m fine. The Demon Lord of the 3rd District was more considerate than I thought.”
In reality, Jane hadn’t done anything to Number 25 other than ask him to pose. From the start, she had treated him with care, as if he were a precious material.
Aser sighed deeply and apologized to Number 25, looking at the basement where Jane was.
“She’s not usually like that… I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need for the Demon Lord to apologize to me.”
After staring at Number 25’s face in silence for a moment, Aser asked Number 25 with a flushed face.
“Are you tired? Shall we rest for a bit…?”
He instinctively knew that Aser’s words about resting didn’t just mean resting.
Number 25 blushed, held Aser’s hand tightly, and nodded.
“…Okay.”
The two couldn’t even wait for the time it would take to go up to the room Jane had prepared. They groped each other’s bodies, kissed, and struggled to move their feet.
That brief foreplay made their bodies even hotter, and finally, the moment they entered the room, it was enough to turn each other into beasts with nothing but desire.
Aser roughly laid Number 25 on the bed and continued the lewd kisses.
“Hngh, ahngh… mwah….”
While kissing, Aser’s hand headed to Number 25’s groin, grabbed Number 25’s stiffly erect cock, and roughly shook it up and down.
Being teased in both his mouth and his cock at the same time, Number 25 twitched his waist and occasionally let out pleasant moans.
But that wasn’t enough, so Number 25 slightly raised his upper body, gave Aser a light kiss, and carefully said, “C, could you… do it with your mouth?”
There wasn’t a woman who hated cleaning her beloved’s cock with her mouth. Aser smiled and lowered her head.
She kissed Number 25’s glans and was about to put it in her mouth when…
Without knocking, Number 25’s door opened with a quiet sound.
However, the two people who were absorbed in mixing their bodies didn’t hear the sound.
Jane cleared her throat once and carefully spoke to the two people who were about to have sex.
“Sorry to interrupt while you’re all heated up, but it’s about time.”
Only then did Aser belatedly confirm Jane’s presence and was more concerned with hiding Number 25 than covering her own nakedness. Her breasts jiggled, and Aser, who was hiding Number 25 behind them, glared at Jane with a wary look.
“What kind of hospitality is this? I clearly told you to let us rest comfortably, didn’t I?”
“This is my castle, and my words are law. And I think my immediate inspiration is more important than your getting horny, don’t you think? You can do that kind of vulgar act anytime.”
Jane strode over, snatched Number 25 from behind Aser’s ample buttocks, and left the room as is.
Aser chased after Jane without even covering her nakedness, but she had already disappeared into the basement with quick steps.
“W, wait a minute!”
No matter how much she shouted, there was no answer, and Number 25 didn’t return.
Aser slumped down in the empty room and blankly stared at the basement where Number 25 had disappeared.
There was only one way to soothe her throbbing pussy, which was dripping with sticky fluids.
Aser crawled and took out a masturbation tool made to the same size as Number 25’s cock from her luggage and began to comfort herself.
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“Now, strike the pose again.”
Number 25, stiffened by her more forceful tone, went up onto the platform.
The distinctly different atmosphere and oppressive feeling made it seem as if even breathing in this basement wasn’t allowed.
Jane’s arm, holding the carving knife, was moving quickly, but the furrowed brow that grew more pronounced over time showed her dissatisfaction.
That dissatisfaction was directed entirely at Number 25.
“A little more dynamic! No, put dynamic yet static movements naturally into those fingertips! Why can’t you understand this? Did you get a hole in your head from only having sex with Aser?”
Demands that ordinary people couldn’t possibly understand poured out of Jane’s mouth. Dynamic yet static movements, there was no greater contradiction. Besides, Jane’s swearing was unpleasant to hear.
Charlotte was also foul-mouthed, but that was only with affection mixed in. Number 25 wanted to move as she wanted, but eventually reached his limit.
Number 25, who had slumped down on the platform, said to her as if begging, “I, I can’t.”
“Ha, how can this….”
Seeing Number 25’s attitude, Jane threw down the carving knife, roughly hit the wall, and swore.
“This fucking sucks! Why can’t anything go my way?!”
Number 25 was frightened by Jane’s distinctly different attitude and lowered his eyes.
“I can’t do it. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Jane swept her hair back with one hand and approached Number 25 as if she had made up her mind.
“Ah, it doesn’t matter anymore. If you can’t do it, I can just make you do it.”
He couldn’t understand what she meant at all. I can just make you do it? That question was resolved soon after. In the worst way possible.
The moment Number 25 looked into Jane’s eyes, Jane’s dead silver eyes shone brightly. Seeing the light emanating from those eyes, Number 25 felt it instinctively.
A sensation as if his whole body was entangled in the tentacles of an unknown creature, a feeling as if he had lost control of his body like a doll tied to a string.
Number 25’s body, which had been deprived of its freedom, was moving on its own accord, regardless of his will.
“The natural beauty of the model striking the pose himself disappears, but it can’t be helped.”
After finishing her words, Jane sat back down and picked up the carving knife.
Number 25 couldn’t imagine what awaited him at the end of this painful time.
All he could think about now was regaining his freedom as soon as possible and returning to everyone else’s side to be embraced. That was all.
