Chapter 171: Laughable Sizes

Mika’s face paled in shock. He hadn’t actually expected her to take his earlier teasing so literally, and his hand shot downward in a frantic wave.

"Hold it, no, Anya. Absolutely not." His voice cracked sharper than intended. "That was a joke earlier...An example. You could’ve used your hand for a million other things—and I just blurted one out. It wasn’t an order, it wasn’t serious. And we sure as hell aren’t doing something like that in a lab, of all places."

"Just look at this place!" He gestured around wildly in a pleading manner furious. "This is a research lab! A holy place of learning! Not some sleazy brothel! We can’t desecrate it!"

But instead of being ashamed, Anya only smirked, sweet, wicked, and far too calm.

"Desecrate it? Mika, look around." She pointed lightly at the room, as if listing the disasters on her fingers. "You shattered a dozen students knees right here. I melted a boy’s face into a generator. I even cut my own arm off...Not to mention the floors outside are still slick with vomit."

Her eyes glimmered with innocence.

"This lab’s already ruined. If anything, they’ll probably have to demolish it. So tell me..." Her smile curved sharper. "What’s the harm in adding one more thing to the list?"

"Anya—" Mika started, but her hands were already sliding down again, decisive, stubborn.

"I told you before, Mika..." She whispered, looking up with that unnerving gaze of devotion. "...once an idea involving you gets stuck in my head, I have to follow through. You planted this one yourself, so you have to take responsibility."

Her fingers hooked into his belt.

"No, wait, no!" Mika caught her wrists again, his voice pitched with a real edge of panic.

This wasn’t reluctance, wasn’t even about propriety anymore and was because of something else,

"You don’t understand, it’s not that I don’t want it. It’s—" He stopped, realizing too late he’d admitted the wrong thing.

Anya tilted her head, her eyes widening with delight. "Not that you don’t want it?" She echoed, her tone dripping with satisfaction.

Mika clenched his teeth. "That’s not the point—"

But Anya cut him off with a chuckle. "Fine. Fine. If you really don’t want me to...then I won’t give you a handjob."

Relief washed over Mika’s face for the barest instant. He even started to let out a breath, until he saw her glance down at her hand, her lips curling in thought.

"Of course." She murmured, almost to herself. "That means I’ll just have to cut this hand off again."

"After all, the only reason I kept it was to please you. If I can’t do that...what’s the point of having it at all?"

Mika’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You’ve got to be kidding me! I told you not to blackmail anyone, didn’t I?!"

"I’m not threatening anyone else." Anya looked up at him with a cheeky sparkle in her eyes. "I’m blackmailing you, Mika. That’s different."

His jaw dropped. "...You—what—?!"

Her smile grew brighter, more devoted, almost angelic as she whispered. "You never said I couldn’t blackmail you. And if it’s for your sake, I’ll use whatever means I have."

The way she looked up at him, eyes shining with worship, body kneeling in perfect devotion, made Mika’s heart pound with frustration.

He knew, right then—he had no way out. Not unless he wanted her to actually go through with cutting herself again.

"Fine. Fine." His voice was tight, resigned. "But make it quick. Charlotte and the others are still waiting outside."

Anya giggled softly, almost girlish, but there was nothing innocent in the way her fingers slid to undo his belt at last.

"Naturally. You’ve seen my skills before." Her voice dropped into a teasing whisper. "I won’t take long. I could even use my blessing, if I wanted, make you come in seconds just by synchronizing with your body." She tilted her head coyly. "But where’s the fun in that?"

She leaned forward, her lips grazing the waistband as she tugged his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.

And then—

Whoosh!

Something massive sprang free, striking the air so hard it cracked like a whip. For a second, Anya thought a shadow had fallen over her face, but when she looked up, her breath hitched in awe.

It wasn’t a shadow.

It was him.

The cock loomed above her like some obscene monument, veined, thick, impossibly long. It swayed once, heavy enough that if it had struck her face directly, she was certain it would’ve bruised her.

Anya’s lips parted in shock and devotion all at once, her eyes wide and shining. She had seen it before, yes, but every time it still left her trembling with awe.

It wasn’t just big. It was monstrous. The kind of size that mocked the word "cock" itself. It looked less like flesh and more like a weapon, more like a bat than anything human.

Her fingers reached out shakily, reverently, as though she were about to touch something sacred.

"...Beautiful." She whispered, her breath hot and trembling.

And then she looked up at him, eyes glowing with feverish worship, her smile radiant.

"Mika...how could you ever think I’d use this hand for anything else?"

But Mika only scoffed, shaking his head with an incredulous laugh as he said, "Don’t start rating it like it’s some kind of holy relic, Anya. It’s not that big of a deal."

But to his surprise, she immediately shook her head, hard, her eyes blazing with devotion.

"No, Mika. Not just a cock. To me, this is a treasure...The greatest treasure."

Her voice softened as her hand wrapped more firmly around him, sliding slowly, from the thick base to the heavy crown. Her breath trembled as she spoke,

"Think about it. The rest of the world spends their lives digging through ruins, crawling through abandoned temples, hunting down artifacts and relics of lost empires, chasing things they think will make them rich or happy forever."

"...But those poor fools don’t know the truth."

She squeezed lightly at the tip, her thumb circling over the swollen ridge, before sliding back down the length again. Her eyes glowed with feverish devotion.

"The true treasure...is right here. In front of me. Not even a million relics could compare to this. Not even the crown jewels of all humanity could measure up to what I’m holding in my hand right now."

Her tone shifted, half-reverent, half-maddened, her strokes growing firmer as she looked up at him with that radiant smile.

"This cock of yours isn’t just big, Mika. It’s exceptional. Unparalleled. Among all the human race, this...this is something beyond."

Mika’s lips twitched despite himself, a blend of embarrassment and reluctant pride tugging at him.

He could feel his ego swelling, fed by her words, and as much as he tried to brush it off—he couldn’t deny the satisfaction curling in his chest. Anya wasn’t just admiring him, she was exalting him.

And damn it, it felt good.

But then her tone shifted again, casual yet cutting, as she rubbed her palm against his tip.

"And not to mention..." She murmured, almost coy. "...compared to the rest of the boys in this academy, well..." She giggled, a low, mocking laugh. "...they’re all a joke. Little children. Babies, really, standing next to this monster. They shouldn’t even dare to compare themselves."

The words snapped him out of his haze.

Mika’s eyes narrowed sharply, his hand shooting down to grip her head and tilt it upward until she was forced to meet his gaze. His voice was low, tight, dangerous as he asked,

"Anya...How exactly do you know that? The way you said it...it’s almost like you’ve seen them. Like you know the exact size of every guy around."

Anya froze. Just for a second. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a mischievous grin. Her shoulders trembled as a giggle slipped out, and she whispered breathlessly,

"Oh my god...you’re jealous, Mika. You actually are."

Mika stiffened, while Anya’s eyes lit up like fireworks, and she let out an unrestrained laugh.

"I can’t believe this! My dear Mika, showing me a jealous face, ahhh, this really is the best day of my life! Gods, if only I had my phone right now, I’d take a picture and keep it forever...No, I’d frame it! And maybe even set it as my wallpaper!"

Mika groaned, rubbing his temple with his free hand. "Stop avoiding the damn question, Anya. Answer me. How do you know their sizes?"

Her giggles softened into a small, sly smile. She leaned her cheek against his thigh, still stroking him lazily as she spoke.

"Calm down, Mika. It’s not what you think."

Her tone turned more serious, almost explanatory as she said,

"Because of my blessing...my body is always aware of the people around me. Just like someone with fire abilities can sense flames, my blessing automatically analyzes every body in my vicinity. I can tell if someone’s organs are failing, how much blood they have, how tall they are, the volume of blood in their and the likes."

She traced a teasing finger along the bulging vein of his cock.

"For girls, I could even rattle off their three sizes without glancing at them. For boys..." She giggled. "...I end up knowing their dick sizes. I don’t even mean to, it just happens."

Mika stared, floored, as she continued, amused by her own words.

"And every single time, I compare them to yours. And then I laugh...Gods, Mika, there have been so many times when I’d just burst out giggling in the middle of walking with my secretaries. They had no idea why. But it was just because...well, most of those ’men’ are pitiful little things next to you."

She chuckled shamelessly, biting her lip.

"Some of them don’t even clear an inch."

Mika’s hand tightened on her head, his lips clenching in disbelief. "You’re seriously telling me you’ve been walking around campus laughing at everyone’s dicks?!"

"Mmhm~" She hummed proudly, utterly without shame. "And sometimes, when I needed to put a cocky idiot in his place, I’d just lean close and whisper about his micropenis."

"...You wouldn’t believe how fast they fold. One whisper, and suddenly the toughest bastard turns into a trembling pigeon."

She laughed again, stroking him faster now, her eyes gleaming with playful cruelty.

"Honestly, it’s been one of my favorite tactics. There are way too many boys pretending to be men around here with their little toys between their legs. Comparing them to this?" She gave his cock a reverent squeeze. "...It’s honestly hilarious."

Her grin widened when she saw the faint tension in his jaw, that tiny crack in his mask. She knew he was unsettled...She knew he was jealous, so she decided to taunt him even though she knew it was useless to do so.

"And even though it’s so obvious that you’re jealous right now." She teased. "I know what you’re going to do...You’ll deny it. You’ll give me some cold excuse, like always. You’ll hide behind that wall of yours instead of admitting the truth."

Her hand squeezed him firmly, her grin daring him to prove her wrong.

"So go ahead, Mika. Tell me...What’s the excuse this time? I’m waiting for it."

She waited. Patient, expectant. After all, she had lived with his walls for years.

Mika never admitted to feelings, never confessed things outright. He always denied, always brushed it off. She had come to terms with it long ago.

So, she expected the same again. Another cold shrug. Another clever deflection.

But to her shock, Mika didn’t deflect. He didn’t deny.

Instead, he looked straight down at her, scratching the back of his head as he muttered with maddening calm.

"Yeah...I guess I am jealous."

Anya blinked. Her lips parted. For a moment she thought she had misheard. "W-Wait...What?"

Mika sighed, his lips curling into a wry grimace as he admitted,

"Don’t make me repeat it. You were right. When you said those things...I felt jealous. Irritated. Like I wanted to smack someone’s head against the wall until it cracked." His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone edged with restrained annoyance. "So yeah. I’ll admit it. You were correct all along."

Anya just stared, frozen, her breath caught. Slowly, disbelievingly, she whispered,

"You’re...actually agreeing with me? You’re not going to deny it? You’re saying...you’re a jealous Mika?"

"That’s right." He gave a short nod. "In the past, I would’ve denied it. Pretended I didn’t care...But not anymore. I told you already, didn’t I? I’m done being distant. I’m going to be honest about what I feel."

His eyes softened, though his voice stayed firm.

"And right now? I felt jealousy...Simple as that."

For a long moment, Anya could only gaze up at him, stunned.

Then, to Mika’s surprise, her eyes glistened.

A teardrop rolled down her cheek.

"Oi, what the hell—" Mika frowned, reaching out instinctively. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

But Anya only smiled through her tears, quickly brushing them away.

"Don’t worry. These aren’t tears of sadness." Her voice trembled with emotion. "They’re tears of happiness. Of relief."

Mika’s brows furrowed, but she pressed on, her words spilling from her like a flood.

"Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? For you to finally be honest with yourself? To actually show your affection, instead of hiding it all away?"

She gave a soft laugh between breaths, her tears glimmering.

"You don’t understand how much this means to me. And not to mention that you even admitted you were jealous because of me...That means you’re possessive of me."

"Do you realize what that does to my heart, Mika? It makes me so, so happy..."

Mika let out a low groan and muttered.

"Sure, sure..." He reached out and brushed his thumb over her damp cheek, wiping the tears away. "But still, you can’t just cry so easily like that. You’re the head of the Disciplinary Council, remember? You’ve got a reputation to uphold. If people saw you bawling like this, they’d faint from shock."

She giggled softly, but before she could respond, Mika’s tone hardened.

"Anyway, that’s not the only thing." His eyes sharpened as he went on. "I know you say it’s no big deal, but it doesn’t sit right with me—the fact that your blessing lets you analyze other men’s bodies...Even their private parts."

His voice dropped lower, possessive, unyielding.

"I don’t want you doing that anymore. If you’re going to think of a cock, it had better be mine...Mine and mine only."

Anya’s breath hitched. Her heart thundered as if he had just carved those words into her very soul. His possessiveness...his jealousy...it was everything she had ever wanted.

Her lips curled into a trembling, euphoric smile.

"Of course, Mika!" She whispered solemnly, her voice brimming with devotion. "From here on out, the only cock I’ll ever think about is yours. Yours, and yours alone."

She lowered her head in reverence.

"This beautiful, magnificent cock of yours...it deserves all the kisses in the world."

Before he could react, she leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on the swollen tip.

Mika blinked and he expected her to immediately follow with more—to start lavishing him with her usual fervor, like she always did once she got started.

But to his surprise, she didn’t.

Instead...her expression shifted.

The radiant joy vanished.

In its place, a sudden look of disgust twisted her face. She recoiled slightly, her nose wrinkling, as if she were staring at a rotting carcass rather than him.

Mika’s blood ran cold.

"What the—? Why are you looking at me like that?" His voice was sharp, almost panicked. "Don’t tell me...Don’t tell me my cock smells so bad it made you pull back?!"

But Anya didn’t answer immediately.

Her lips parted, her brows furrowed, and she looked utterly horrified, as though she had just uncovered something absolutely disgusting...