Gotham's Reigner: Chapter 45.5 - Size Matters // Catwoman - Selina Kyle

Themes: SPH, NTR, Size Comparison, Cuckolding

A/N: Update in regards to scheduling! I have decided to limit smut Tuesdays and Thursdays to just Thursdays. Today's post was supposed to be for Thursday but I thought I might as well drop it early. Hope that isn't a big deal!

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On a moonlit Gotham City rooftop, Batman and Catwoman stood in silence. The night was filled with a sense of tension, one that extended beyond their roles as vigilante and cat burglar. The job was done. It would always be done, because they were the Bat and the Cat. Together, they were unstoppable. No criminal could stop them.

Catwoman was the sexiest, most gracefully curved woman of the night. And the leather outfit she wore? Fuck, was it erotic. Purposely clinging to the tiniest dip in her curves. No wonder bullets couldn’t touch her. Men would lose sight of what was important before they could press on the trigger.

Arms on the edge to support her, back arched and rear purposely stuck, Catwoman knew what she was and how people looked at it. She looked over her shoulder and met Batman's gaze with a knowing look. "What's on your mind, Bat?"

Batman’s cowl concealed his emotions. He hesitated for a moment before speaking in his deep, gravelly voice. "Selina, we've been through a lot together. I can't help but wonder if there's a chance for us... to rekindle what we had."

Catwoman rolled back and stared at him. Over six-foot-two and two hundred and ten pounds, the Batman was a towering figure indeed, yet with Selina Kyle he chose to be vulnerable. His suit was made of strong, durable material from Earth’s best, and its colours are black and grey. He was a perfect fusion of strength, speed, and intimidation.

Catwoman's mischievous eyes twinkled with amusement as she brushed her hand against Batman's arm. "Oh, Bruce, you old romantic," she chuckled softly, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear. "You think you can just waltz back into my life and expect things to be just like before?"

Batman's breath hitched at the scent of her hair.  "I don't expect it to be easy," he admitted. "But maybe it's worth a shot."

"I love you, Bruce, but I am NOT going to spend the rest of my life with four inches." Selina pecked him on the lips while her hand groped his crotch. On this night, he wore the classic black trunks. An intentional choice. "But I will settle for something bigger." Squeeze. "Much, much bigger."

"Four and a half," he corrected. "You used to scream for those inches."

"I've moved onto better things, Bat."

He wrapped an arm around her snatched waist and pulled her close. "Have you really?" he asked.

Batman and Catwoman, together again on the rooftops of Gotham. Hooking up was inevitable. Her tits pressed to his broad chest, she looked up at him. She rubbed her legs together, feeling the burn in her womb.

A smirk wound up on her delightful lips. "How about a challenge? You make me moan once, and I will think about letting you tap this anytime."

"Once?" Batman went down to grope that delightful ass of hers. "I'll make you purr, Cat."

Her lips curled into a smirk as she traced a finger along his jawline. "Oh, trust me," she murmured seductively. "I'll make sure you're begging me to stop before that happens."

Her claws ripped through the underpants. Two inches fell out, alongside a small ballsack. Limp but stirring.

"Aw, I missed your little guy." She gave it a slow, sensual stroke, using only her three fingers. More giggled it twitched and writhed. Batman could feel himself getting hard, till she suddenly grabbed his balls and gently dug her claws. A small scratchy pain kicked in.

"Not yet," Selina said, softly scratching the underside of his sack. "How about something to really upstart the little bat."

Selina pushed herself off him and walked. He followed the sways of her shiny black costume. She spun on her heel, smirking, as her fingers went around the hoop on her collar and unzipped.

Down, down, down, till her breasts and navel were exposed. Down till—

'Fuck…!'

Bruce's hot side instantly activated at the sight of her cunt.

"Oh my!" Selina giggled. "So excited, aren’t you?'

Four and a half inches of cock sprang out. Four and a half inches from the Batman—from a man with fists capable of hurling beasts and a body tempered by the world's knowledge. Over six-foot yet…

Bruce exhaled, his cock twitching. He didn't dare to touch it with his own hand. Any comparison would deem it tiny.

With a sly smirk, Selina slowly reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around Batman's throbbing cock. "Oh, I promise you, Batman," she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. "I'll make you cum to regret this."

"Do your best, Selina," he taunted.

Stroke, stroke, stroke. Then, eventually, to her knees, with Bruce watching every inch of her body lowering.

Behind his cowel, his eyes gleamed with anticipation as he watched Selina's confident movements. She used her hands first, giving long strokes that would have made any ordinary man cum in twenty seconds. He squared his shoulders, surrendering himself to her touch as she guided him closer to her mouth.

Selina took the Bat Cock into her mouth, teasing him with gentle strokes of her tongue. Immediately, Bruce sensed a sharp uptake in skill. She was faster, cooler, yet intensive. Her tongue swirled around his glans before engulfing him fully, eliciting a low groan from deep within Bruce's chest.

He wound up sitting and gripping on the edges of the rooftop, fighting against the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume him. The taste of Batman on her tongue sent shivers down Selina's spine, fueling an insatiable hunger within her.

Faster, harder, slicker. Suck, suck, suck. Her cheeks narrowed as her gusto increased. To push Batman from a proud standing man to a hunched over receiver was an accomplishment she was proud of.

"S-Selina, where did you—" A hiccup. A groan. A right clench of the fist.

She worked his cock with practiced skill, bobbing her head up and down his length, taking him to base each time with no exception. He thought he was hitting the back of her throat. Even if he did, Selina didn't seem to care. In fact, it was like she was used to it.

Her lips suddenly tightened around him, sucking hard enough to make Batman gasp for air.

Then she pulled out, gave his cock a kiss, and swallowed everything again, balls included.

Bruce felt like his soul was getting sucked out. Her juicy lips sucked on him like a vacuum.

"W-when did you learn this? Hrn!" He sucked in a breath. "S-Selina!"

No answer, merely a curve of her lips. A smile. Batman was close and it hadn't even been thirty seconds.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' He cursed in his head and used every trick in his book to hold back his tsunami of an orgasm. Unfortunately, his overseas training dealt with martial arts, detective work, and inner peace. Stopping yourself from nutting was NOT a part of the mission.

Even after all his years as a playboy, even as the Batman, he suffered the scourge of any man: cumming early.

He grabbed her, groaning, as Selina just kept sucking. Fucking hell, she was giving him no break. Spurt, spurt, spurt!

His balls tightened.

"Mmmmh…!" Bruce threw his head back. He let his balls do their job. God knows he needed it. He emptied himself inside her completely, shoulders sagging and breath calming, and sighed.

His eyes went cross wire and he hunched over again. A tight set of arms kept him in place, however.

"S-Selina?" His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Selina wasn't done. She was still sucking. His cumshots had tapered off yet she still didn't stop. Every little ounce of cum was extracted. Everything was stolen from him.

Just like that, in the next thirty seconds, he came again, but he was already so drained that his second climax was paltry compared to his previous one. His cumshors were watery and thin. Catwoman ended up swallowing it with ease.

Pop!

"And that's game," said Selina. "Unless of course you have something left?"

Batman pulled himself together. Huffing and puffing, legs trembling, he nodded. "Don't underestimate me," he said, despite his ragged state.

Selina winked. "Wouldn't dream of it, dear."

Batman was weaker than he should have been and let Selina take the lead in the kiss. Her arms around him, he placed too much comfort in her love and became enamoured with her. He didn't realize he was hard again or that he was flat on the floor before it was too late.

"Now then…" Selina licked her lips and unzipped her costume till it went past her wet cunt. The juicy fluids splattered ongo the abdomen of his armour. "Batter up. Hm, Brucie?"

Snickering, Catwoman mounted Batman's trembling cock, back arched and her lips connected to his. His slender member slid and that was when the night really began. The darkness of the rooftop enveloped them as she rocked her hips, relishing in the power she held over him.

"Mmh! Ah!" Bruce was the one moaning, not Selina. Damn her. This was going the way she wanted.

His lips curled into a wolfish smile. At least this was a challenge, he thought. His hands clapped onto her hips and started following the rhythm of her hips. He followed and groaned and came closer to another climax till he could read and then meet her every movement with an undeniable hunger.

Selina smirked. "I see you're finally awake. Good." She rubbed her ass down his pelvis, making sure his cock reached those lost places. "That makes things interesting."

Selina reveled in their raw connection, in the way their bodies moved in perfect syncopation. The rhythm they created danced between pleasure and control, teetering on the edge of surrender and dominance.

"Is this what you wanted?" Catwoman taunted, her voice dripping with seductive venom. "To fuck your tiny cock? To moan? What about me, hm? What about my satisfaction? Come on, Bruce. Do better!"

Faster, harder. Slam, slam, slam! Selina was dropping her ass down on him, her walls tightening into the shape of his member.

The great Batman's hands tightened their grip on her hips, his gasp for air barely audible from his pride. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they moved in perfect unison, bodies colliding with a hunger that defied reason.

Selina smirked, her sexy green eyes locked with Batman's as she leaned forward, her breasts grazing against his chest. "Is that all you have? Did you really think you could make me moan me like his?"

Bruce's grip loosened for a split second, his gasp turning into a look frustration. "S-Selina," he replied huskily, "the only thing that matters is who can last."

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in closer, teasing him with a flick of her tongue. "I'll make sure you won't be lasting for much longer."

Without warning, her movements quickened and became more demanding. Bruce’s head spun with conflicting sensations—wanton desire mingled with the intoxicating fear of losing control and cumming early.

'Fuck, why isn't she moaning!? Why is she just tightening and tightening—'

"Ooh! Ah! Fuck!"

'Am I really not going to be able to make her moan even ONCE!?'

At this rate, three minutes in, that was becoming a real possibility.

"Mmph!"

Bruce groaned. Selina went wide eyed, shocked by his lack of resolve. Not even four minutes had passed yet he tensed, grabbed her hips, and came as much as he could.

Selina lifted her hips till his softening cock slipped out. A string of cum dripped from her cunt. Selina was seriously surprised.

"Wow, Bat, even I didn't think you'd pop that quickly." She stared at their broken bond, then slowly sat back down on his pelvis. Bruce failed to control himself, his balls, and his breathing. He lay there, utterly drained, eyes closed as he recovered.

"I just, haaah, haah, need a second." His cum-coated member continued to shrink. "Just…one…!"

Selina rolled her eyes. "Bruce, please just give up. You are not satisfying me."

In a desperate attempt to prove her wrong, he grabbed her by the hips and kept her there.

"I…" He gasped for air. "...am Batman."

Sighing, Selina reached back with her gloved hands and jerked him off. She was still somewhat in costume, the entire front exposed and unzipped. Her expression, however, was bitter and disappointed.

"And I am entertaining you, Batman."

Selina stood up, smiling thinly, and walked over to the edge. As she did, she let her leather costume fall out, rendering her totally nude the rooftop. She jutted her ass out, hands on the edge. Gotham lay beneath her but she wasn't fazed. This wasn't new to the two of them.

Panting, Bruce gathered his strength, his arousal, and got to his feet. His cock twitched seeing her curves, her arched back, and her heart-shaped ass. His hand traced her shape, from her back down to her booty and her wet cunt.

On all fours, fucking her doggy style, Bruce pounded her cunt her at his own pace with no qualms from her. Unfortunately, she barely felt anything and Bruce knew it. Somebody had stretched her out. Somebody had ruined her for him.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

"How is it, Selina!?" Bruce asked, grunting.

"It's…okay."

Okay? Okay!? There was no way this was happening. He was going balls-deep!

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Selina yawned. She fucking yawned and sighed, as if waiting for him to bust a nut. There was no way—

'Come on, Batman! Harder!' In spite of his vigour, he already was moving fast enough to shame Nightwing.

Either he had always been mediocre, or all this time in their history Selina had been faking her reactions.

'No, no, no.' Faster, faster, faster! Clap! Clap! Clap! 'That's impossible. I can do this. I'm Batman.'

He grunted. 'I'm Batman, she's Catwoman. We belong together. Nggh!'

Bruce was growing so fucking desperate. He spanked her. He went balls-deep repeatedly. He did everything he was supposed to be doing.

What did he get? A smile that said, "You're doing okay," and no moans. No orgasms, no cries of his name, none of the usual reactions to getting dicked down by the Batman.

His balls clenched. Her wonderful wet walls brought him excruciatingly close to orgasm.

Batman growled. It was time to risk it all. Going in balls-deep, he came inside Selina as hard as he could. Spurt, spurt, spurt! Seven thick strings of cum directly into her deepest region.

Pulling out, Bruce panted and slapped her left ass cheek. Small trails of his white sperm leaked from her pussy.

"Is that all you have?"

Fuck. He froze. "No," Bruce said hurriedly, jerking himself off to resist the biological imperative. Through sheer willpower, he ignored the refractory period.

After that, it was the reign of Catwoman.

His nuts were utterly squeezed of their sperm. The Batman panted as if his life depended on it.

Yet Selina giggled.

"I love these little guys." Selina squeezed his nutsack. "So cute. So eager. But not enough, I'm afraid."

"I'm not, haah, done yet."

Again and again and again.

Five hours passed. The sun rose in the distance.

Selina rode him like an animal. Unyielding and bucking on him mercilessly. By the time she was done, Bruce Wayne was reduced to a cumming mess, clutching his family jewels which had been wrung dry and forcing them to eject jets of sperm, no matter how little there remained in his balls.

On his first night with Silver St. Cloud, he made her orgasm eleven times. 'Deedee,' Silver called him, short for double-digits. He made her orgasm eleven times in one night. It was probably the best performance of his life and what convinced Silver to commit to marrying him.

That reality would have occurred if she hadn't died.

But his current reality was with Selina. He had known that since the moment he proposed to her. So why? Why couldn't she moan? Why couldn't their souls connect like before?

His cock was still inside her, soft and unable to get back up for the time being.

Whereas Batman looked to be utterly exhausted, Selina mirrored a woman that had just done mild exercise. Sweating but unfazed and capable of so much more.

"Well," she said coyly, "that was certainly. something."

Batman struggled to meet her gaze. "You, haaah, could say that again," he replied, exhausted.

"No moan from me though," Selina commented.

"Mm…"

There was a moment of silence between them as they both caught their breaths. Finally, Catwoman spoke up again.

"You know," she said playfully, "I never thought I'd see the day when the great Batman would be reduced to a quivering mess by little old me."

"Shut up and ride me already."

Catwoman chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh? Such brave words. You think you can back them still," she asked, arching an eyebrow in challenge.

Batman's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he leaned in closer to her. "Oh yes," he replied, his voice low and husky. "I'm always at my best when I'm with you. I will make you moan."

She pretended to be impress before leaning in to kiss him deeply. The kiss was slow and languid, filled with the promise of more things to come.

"Sorry, but…" Selina grabbed his limp cock and let it slip in. "...words are not enough to best me."

He started to get hard. Trembling, Bruce put his hands on her waist and let her do her thing. He tried to follow her rhythm and thrust back as feeling returned to his manhood. He failed.

In the next ten minutes, Selina rode him till she rendered him nearly comatose, till she milked him of another load.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

"There it is," Selina purred. "The very last of the Bat's baby batter."

With a shudder and a groan, Batman's balls became empty. He lay on the rooftop, stripped of his costume from the waist down, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Selina removed herself from his little dick and nestled between his legs.

Selina licked up his soft member and cleaned it, earning a dried out groan from Bruce. Then, she let it slip it out of her lips and flicked the wet worm, giggling. "Aw, look at it~! Little Brucie, all tuckered out. Need a kiss?"

She was mocking him. Slapping his little dick against her cheek.

"I can still—"

A flick to the balls and he was hissed into silence. Selina got up and went over to grab her costume. She zipped herself up and eyed her fallen lover after the matter.

"Bruce, you're ten inches too small to be fucking me."

The sunlight shining on his drained nether regions, he slowly got up. The fantastic rear curves of Catwoman were in front of him. He couldn't call himself a playboy if he gave up now.

"Selina…" Bruce called out, getting to his feet. "I—"

In a flash, she closed the distance between them and grabbed his balls. Not in a fun sort of way, she grabbed in a half-threatening way. Bruce tensed up.

"Why do you think we keep breaking up? If the Batman’s dick was THAT good, then I would have stayed." Selina tightened her grip on his empty nuts, then sighed and released them  "I'm sorry, Bruce, I've moved on. You should too."

She flicked his dick up, letting it jiggle back down.

After that, she ran and hopped to another rooftop. Batman stood there, alone, stripped from the waist down, tiny dick exposed and his love unrequited.

The sun continued to shine on him. He must have stood there for ten or twenty minutes, simply staring after the love of his life.

"Bruce?"

'Oh fuck.'

That voice. He looked over his shoulder and saw long, addicting legs.

Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman was in Gotham and it just happened to be when he was in the worst state of his life.

Diana's arrival startled him. Her feet touched the rooftop and halted mid-step, eyes widened and taking in the unexpected sight of Batman's uncharacteristically incomplete attire, particularly his butt. Her usually composed demeanor faltered, a slight blush tinting her cheeks as she struggled to maintain her unwavering poise.

"Batman," she began, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment, "there's urgent Justice League business to attend to." Diana quickly averted her gaze, out of respect for Batman's privacy and dignity, allowing him a moment to rectify the situation.

Batman, usually unflappable, found himself in an uncharacteristically awkward predicament. 'Where are my—Selina. She took them. Including my utility belt. Damn her.'

How was he supposed to move across the city now? The sun was up and the people of Gotham were beginning their days.

Then there was the issue of Wonder Woman, who was perhaps the sexiest woman on Earth. Perhaps the strongest too.

"S-should I grab some pants for you…?" Wonder Woman asked, coughing.

Batman put his hands over his manhood and turned to face her. "...no need."

Six foot tall, she was a Greek goddess of a woman. Long black hair, a tiara, and of course those muscles flexing across her arms and legs. It would be accurate to call her flawlessly toned, the opposite of the absurdity that he and Clark possessed.

His com-link buzzed and he received a message from Justice League communications.

"Attention Justice League Personnel! Please, report your positions! I repeat: report your positions!"

On instinct, he put a hand to his ear. That left his remaining hand, which slowly detached itself from his manhood due to the urgency of the message.

"Diana, what's…wrong?"

Her expression was in disarray but it was the wrong of disarray. It came from something other than the message. It came from what she was shyly eying—the flaccid Bat Cock.

Those wonderful blue eyes of hers were transfixed. Her sculpted jaw had dropped. Her soft, red lips were in an O-shape.

The stunning Wonder Woman went beet red and quickly turned around. Bruce panicked; what would a woman of her calibre think—

"B-Bruce, please. Put that sorry thing away." She looked over her shoulder for another glance. Wonder Woman might have worn panties from time to time but even she had her private parts exposed. "I…I will get you pants."

Embarrassed yet angry, Bruce covered himself and grit his teeth. 'Selina…!'

***

A week passed.

Bruce was walking in the halls of Wayne Manor after a gruelling day of patrol. The sun rising, he assumed there were only a handful of people left. Which is why he found it strange when the serenity of the empty manor was ruined by a muffled sound nearby. His curiosity got the better of him and he peeped through the half-crooked door.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Bruce's eyes widened as he saw a cock significantly bigger than his own fuck the life out of his Catwoman. Still in costume, still plentiful and curvy, and getting the life fucked out of her by the largest cock he had ever seen. Her zipper went down, down, down, her breasts spilled out and shaking, and exposing her squelching cunt.

It was THAT outfit. The porn outfit. The outfit Bruce personally made for Selina so that he could fuck her on rooftops.

And she was using it with someone else. Someone with a cock that seemed almost absurd.

'W-what is that size? How can it be so much bigger than mine…!'

Who did the cock belong to? To whose pelvis did the thick, veiny connect to? Whose balls were engaged in steamy hot drumming with Gotham City's greatest ass?

Aaron Reigner, the fucking chef of the manor. He was pounding her from behind. He was giving her backshot after backshot.

And she was MOANING. With every thrust, her back arched and she moaned. She climaxed. She fell deeper in love.

"Harder! Harder! Mmmmph!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

'H-how…' Bruce remembered his own experience. He remembered how failed to make her moan ONCE. Yet this man was succeeding where he failed. Where Bruce came early, he lasted. Where Bruce couldn't reach Selina's G-spot, Aaron crushed it.

Aaron Reigner, the chef, got Selina to cum and grip the sheets as if she was having the best sex of her life.

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"Pound me, you stud! Pound me! Don't stop! Don't EVER stop! Just—mmmph!" Selina stretched her body. "Keep that cock coming, babe! Keep destroying this pussy of mine! I've never had a cock like—ooh~! Like this! LIKE THIS!"

No, she was having the best sex of her life—and that sex wasn't with either billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne or the Batman.

If Bruce had to guess, Aaron was three times bigger than him, in both length and girth. Sliding out, seeing his ludicrous length, Bruce didn't stand a chance. Even he knew, in all his male ego, if a woman had to choose between him and Aaron that they would pick the chef every time. Without exception. Money didn't matter. He could throw a million bucks at a woman and they would prefer the performance of the better dick every time.

Women gravitated towards bigger cocks. It was probably why Selina abandoned him at the rooftop. With a cock like that, there would be no use for Bruce.

He watched in awe as Aaron's nutsack swayed back, just to slap Selina's ass. It should have been painful since she was still in her leather costume but not for him apparently. His testicles were literally built differently. They were bigger than Bruce's cock. Individually!

It was infuriating! Bruce was average, more or less (okay, less), and had a huge, buff body to compliment it. On top of that he had wealth, branded clothes, a nice car, he had everything. He was Batman, for Christ's sake! The Batmobile, the Justice League—a majority of America was under his thumb!

"Your cock is so big!"

...except that, apparently.

He pressed his ear against the door, hearing each and every single one of her whines and moans. Then he peeked through the crack of the door again. Her eyes. Her glorious green eyes, once sharp with pride, were absorbed into lust. Lust over the cock ramming into her pussy without restraint. Ecstasy from how stretched her walls were. Addiction from the sheer number of times she came.

How? Why? When? The World's Greatest Detective couldn't answer any of those questions.

"You're so big and deep and fuck! Unh~! Ah~! That's all I've ever wanted! I'm cumming~! Aaron, I'm CUMMING~!"

Hearing her tantalizingly horny voice, he pitched a tent. He couldn't help it. Despite how badly he was getting cucked, it was still hot. Selina was still sexy and her getting railed by another man wasn't going to change that.

She came over and over again. She experienced peaks that Bruce had never been give to her. Back-to-back orgasms that shook her body in ways that he had never seen. Forget Selina, Bruce had never seen a woman get fucked that hard period.

"Ah! Ah! Oh! Oooh~! Just like that, Aaron! Nice and deep like thaaat~!"

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Bruce might hear," Aaron commented. Bruce froze, thinking he was caught.

"Who fuuucking cares! His little dick can sit there and listen!"

Little dick. She announced to the world that Batman had a little dick.

Fuck.

It wasn't like he could argue against it either.

They just kept going. They just kept fucking as if the chances of someone overhearing was irrelevant.

Aaron and Selina, it was like they belonged together.

Selina's moans got louder and louder with every passing second. Bruce wasn't even worried about getting caught anymore. Those two were in their own little world, kept together by their considerable gifts, and he was weirdly honoured to be a part of it. Although he recognized he'd never be able to fuck Selina again, at least he got to watch and listen.

Batman never thought he'd be a cuck. He was a playboy. A man that had slept with hundreds of women, including Vicki Vale, Talia al Ghul, Charlotte Rivers...

He didn’t mind, however, because all the built up arousal and anger and frustration was channelled to one thing: the mission. Batman became the Bat Cuck for the sake of Gotham City. He stayed there, listening and watching, a tent pitched, because it would help Gotham.

At least that was what he told himself while clenching his fists in pure envy.