>edging two: the revenge
>this time chougi is strapped to a bed
>and blindfolded
>it's a guessing game of which body part I'm going to lavish with attention next for him
>every minute you do leaves him delirious with pleasure
>every second you don't leaves him begging for more but at the same time relived at the momentary respite
>all the while his dick stands in attention like a meaty flagpole, sensitive to the faintest breeze or brush of your fingertips
>you've turned him into a human piano that emanates the lewdest of noises from your expert hands, loud gasps and moans with every pinch of his nipples, stroke of his dick, or squeeze of his balls
>admire for a long while the good job you've done making this once proud and smug sword into a quivering and panting mess
>notice he's filled to bursting
>he's finally reached his limit
>"okay, now you can go"
>as if on cue rivulets of white escape from its prison of flesh, long strings of cum staining his well toned stomach, even reaching up to his face
>this isn't moaning anymore he's making, it's something akin to a piece made by beethoven or chopin, the most beautiful of sounds
>"good sword" you say as you give him a peck on the cheek and leave him as he is, cum soaked and exhausted
>and still blindfolded
