Soul Shard Captor [BL] - Chapter 111

111. Used goods cannot be returned
Translator: Lucy Pan Dora
Noah’s scalp tingled. He tried to get the devastating image out of his head, but that single glance was enough to permanently sear it into his mind. Now, even when he closed his eyes, all he could see was the erotic image of his practically naked brother-in-law, with his finely-sculpted faintly glossy 8-pack and his…

His… his…!

Thick. Fat! Cock!!!

Which was currently both enticingly flushed and glistening wet from the action it had been having a moment prior!

The more Noah tried not to think about it, the more focused his thoughts became on that large offensive object, to the point that his mind couldn’t help but let out an internal screech that sounded more high pitched than a scream of a banshee. In fact, considering how grating it was, it was highly probable that even his scream was screaming in horror!

Noah’s left hand, which had been in direct contact with that python, burned, and he couldn’t help but realize once again how wet and sticky it was. He recalled the smooth texture underneath his fingertips even more vividly than he had felt it the first time around.

If before Noah had thought that all of this was a horrid nightmare that would forever haunt him, now he only wished he could disappear from the face of the planet right here, right now.

Where was Swiftrain’s bullet to the head when he needed it?!

Instant death was a far better alternative than facing the reality of what he had done – the mortifying fact that he had just jacked off another man who also happened to be a relative and his sister’s fiancé at that!!!

Yet the most disturbing thing of all was his muddled brain that couldn’t help but run off in all kinds of wrong directions. Such as making him wonder how that huge thing could even fit inside those briefs in the first place. Such as pitying whoever would be on the receiving end of its invasion. Such as making him remember the joke birthday present his friends bought him on Cradle.

Since Noah was a worldborn, and thus destined to be single, his bros thought it would be funny if they bought him a sex toy for his birthday so he could still ‘get some action.’ Initially, they had wanted to buy him a fleshlight, but when they had visited the sex shop and saw the selection…

Heh, boys will be boys. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And thus, when Noah unpacked his birthday present in front of his bros, who were already dying from how hard they were suppressing their laughter, what was inside the box was the biggest vibrating dildo in the store.

Noah at the time, (ꐦ凸◠‿◠)凸 “Scram, you assholes! I’ll remember this!”

Noah now, 😱 ‘Didn’t they say that was the biggest dildo in the store? Then how come brother-in-law’s thing is a size bigger?? Did those assholes mess with me till the end?!?’

No, wait! That was not the issue here!!! Why the fuck was his pig-teammate of a brain comparing sizes?!?

щ（ﾟДﾟщ）

This was totally the wrong time to be going on that tangent!!!

‘Focus! And try not to heave a heart attack, for goodness sake!’ Noah mentally slapped himself. It was one thing to be ashamed and guilty to death, but what was he doing acting like a shy maiden about to faint from fright of seeing a man’s private bits?!

What was he, Noah, a man, getting so worked up about? It–it–it was just a dick! H–h–he had one too! So what if he accidentally saw another man’s cock? Why was he so desperately avoiding looking at his brother’s snake in the eye as if it was a fucking Basilisk?!

Sure, touching it by accident was too fucking embarrassing, but it’s not like it was traumatizing! In fact, he didn’t even feel the disgust or aversion regarding this accidental touch, so surely this would blow over soon enough and become one of those mishaps they would laugh about in the future? Right, right?! Surely his brother-in-law wouldn’t be petty enough to constantly bring up this black history after this??

Blackie, who was dying inside from what he was forced to witness, spewed out metaphorical blood, ‘You far underestimate your brother-in-law’s shamelessness!!!’ ○|￣|_

Astar Levi was simply without principles! A thief crying thief! It was this rogue that energetically pulled his own pants down and poked his hardon where it didn’t belong, yet now that the inevitable happened, he was shameless enough to ask for compensations?!

Where else could you find a scoundrel who took sexual advantages of a fair maiden, not-so-accidentally got serviced and then turned around to ask for reparations?!?

(ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ┻━┻

This fucking embarrassment of a man was like one of those shady salesmen who put a fragile vase in a place where the customers were sure to bump into it, and then when they do, gleefully ask for reimbursement!!!

And his retard of a host was stupid enough to fall for it!

Just look at him! He fell into such an obvious trap, yet he wasn’t even questioning how it came to this but instead wanted to ‘atone for his crimes’!!

And just look at those teary eyes! And that face! His face was not just hot enough to fry an egg – it was hot enough to bake a fucking frittata!!!

Blackie wanted to die from the humiliation of being intricately related to these two buffoons. Noah, too, wanted to die, but from the shame of jerking off his brother-in-law. And the mentioned brother-in-law felt like he could die from happiness right now. ╰(*°▽°*)╯

He was wracking his brain on how to seduce his darling just yesterday, and today his baby gave him the perfect answer to his problems! Now that the deed had been done, he could just insist his baby take responsibility for him! (/≧▽≦)/

You touched it? Ok, now it’s yours! No exchanges! No takebacks! Used goods cannot be returned to the store! (︶^︶)ノ

Levi imposingly towered over his darling’s smaller form, feeling wicked pleasure from his baby’s current fluster. His little kitten was shrinking into himself meekly, with every inch of his pink skin looking as if a single pinch would be enough to squeeze out blood. His plump lips quivered, and his wide watery eyes darted everywhere as if looking for an escape route.

His right arm was put up protectively in front of him as if to create distance between him and Levi, while the left hand, still gleaming with Levi’s juices, was hanging limply to the side, occasionally clenching and unclenching, its fingers trembling.

It was as if Noah subconsciously wanted to hide this painful reminder of what had been done but had nothing to hide it behind. He didn’t dare look at it, didn’t dare think of it or recognize its existence. All he could do was to treat this limb like it didn’t exist or as if it was a carrier of a deadly plague.

Levi dug his fingers into the bedsheets to prevent himself from pouncing on the mouthwatering prey in front of him. How could his baby be so darn enticing?! How could he be so irresistible?! So cute, so lovely?!

And it was him, Levi, that had his private parts touched, so why was his precious baby the one looking like he had just been ravaged?! Tsk! How did he expect him, Levi, to hold back if each look at the imagery in front of him simply stole his soul away?! The more the little one looked like he had been ravaged, the more Levi wanted to make that ravaging a reality!!

Levi imperceptibly swallowed down his saliva, and his blue eyes rippled as if a stone had been thrown into a deep pool of stagnant water. Yet this seemingly calm surface hid frightening turmoil within.

“What’s the matter?” Levi’s chest rumbled with a husky laugh, “Why are you not finishing what you started? Hmm?”

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