The Tyrant's Happy Ending - Chapter 1.1

“Being born into the Imperial family means I should be of some use, don’t you agree?”

“Lizi Merion. What are you saying right now?”
Yernen’s gaze could kill—his eyes sharp enough to tear her apart. Looking down at him, Lizi barely contained her excitement. In his fierce glare, she saw both fury and fear. It thrilled her.

When Lizi was younger, Yernen had once slapped her.

This beautiful, arrogant youngest prince, spoiled by the Emperor and Empress, had a terrible habit of hitting people who displeased him.

Though he’d gotten better as he grew older, there was a time when that was who he was.
Fatefully or not, it was during that phase that Lizi first met Yernen.

Shortly afterward, he struck her across the face—even though she was already the only daughter of Duke Merion and engaged to his elder brother, Crown Prince Harriet.

Most noblewomen would have cried over such treatment, but Lizi was different. From that day on, she began to imagine Yernen’s face in her mind every night.

‘The pretty face of a cat, twisted in humiliation.’
So when the prophecy came that Yernen’s child would become Emperor, Lizi saw it as a golden opportunity she thought would never come. Her husband, Harriet, had imprisoned Yernen, allowing her to finally satisfy the long-simmering desires she had held onto.

“What I’m saying is simple—since His Highness can’t father a child, he might as well offer himself to his ministers in other ways.”
“Lizi Merion!”

Seeing Yernen writhe and scream in rage was always a source of delight for her.

“Let go of me!”

Yernen gritted his teeth and struggled, but no matter how much he thrashed, the well-trained knights held him firmly in place.
He glanced around at the boots surrounding him—there were too many to count. His breathing grew shallow with panic, knowing full well what was about to happen.

Lizi Merion…!

He ground his teeth together, glaring at the spot where that wretched woman stood.
“We’ve been searching everywhere for His Highness the prince, and to think we’d find him in a place like this.”

A dry, mocking laugh filled the air. It was Duke Albert.

“No, no, no, Duke. You do realize, don’t you, that he’s not royalty.”

“Oh, yes!”

Yernen glared at them as if he would tear them apart. Part of him wanted to slap them and send them off to the mines of the far north.

“I will not tolerate anyone who insults my mother…!”

“Pfffftttt”

I heard a sneer from somewhere.

“Well, if you won’t let me, what can I do, you’ll never get out of here anyway.”

“What?”

I was about to snap.

“Then go ahead.”

They said something strange.

“What… what are you going to do?”

Start? No matter how hard I tried to calm myself, I couldn’t stop my voice from rising in anger. Then, something cold touched my waist.

“Ha, don’t!”

Yernen shuddered in surprise. Sharp scissors had begun to cut away his clothes. In an instant, his trousers were torn to shreds, and someone began to fondle his bare, white buttocks.

“This is too lean.”

The voice sounded as if it was assessing the value of an animal.

“Get your hands off me now!”

Yernen struggled and kicked him away, and the person who had been pinned down took offence and kicked him in the bum.

“Ouch…!”

It hurt horribly, as if it was going to bruise. But even worse than the pain was the overwhelming feeling of shame. Having his trousers ripped off and his bottom kicked, Yernen’s body shook with a humiliation he had never experienced before. The corners of his eyes widened, as if he might cry at any moment.

“You’re no longer royalty, but apparently you still haven’t let go of that heavenly pride. I’m afraid I’ll have to subdue you.”

I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

Yernen shuddered at the abject insult.

“Argh!”

But Yernen was no longer in a position to strike the man who had spoken. Someone had slammed the side of his face into the ground.

“…!”

Yernen soon found himself in a humiliating position with only his bare arce in the air. He turned around and caught sight of an unknown device. Strange, unrecognizable objects of unknown use.

“What, what are they trying to do…!”

Yernen tried to shout, but it was no use. His voice was already terrified enough to be instantly recognizable to anyone who heard it.
“Well, you can’t hold a beta male because his hole is dirty, so you want to clean up after him.”

“Nam… Chang…?”

The insulting, never-before-heard epithet jolted Yernen out of his reverie like a blow to the head.

“Ugh…!”

And before he had a chance to retort, something that felt like a long tube was jammed between his buttocks, and a stream of freezing cold water began to flow out of it and fill Yernen’s stomach.

“Argh…! Let go! Let go! Argh!”

Yernen began to seize frantically, as if her previous defiance had been a joke. It was only now that I realized what they were trying to ‘clean up’.

It was a procedure usually performed on male Omegas when they were about to manifest, carving a magic circle into their rectum to use as a penis. But it was horribly painful, and always performed after the use of sleeping pills or pain-relieving drugs. It was also considered so perverted that it was reserved for back-alley whores, the lowest ranks of male Betas, who were considered too kinky for non-Omega males.

“Ouch!”

“Ew!”

Unable to bear the indignity in front of this many people, Yernen finally summoned up the strength she had been taught to use and successfully rebelled, knocking two knights off their feet.

“Argh!”

But it wasn’t long before she was grabbed by the hair again and dragged away. The pain of his scalp being ripped off forced him back to the ground, and not only that, but one of the knights crushed him down to immobilize him.

“Ugh…!”

He could feel some of the water he’d just taken in leaking out as his stomach was pressed down on him, and he shuddered as he forced himself to push against his anus, not wanting anyone to see him.

“I don’t think I can do it, it’s too much resistance. Bring it in.”

Soon Yernen’s white, straight neck was fitted with a collar fit for an animal, and the leash was hooked to an old, worn bed frame.

“A rebellious dog should be chained, shouldn’t it?”

There were snickers here and there.

Eventually, after the three knights had tied him up, the cool water flowed over Yernen’s arce again.

“Hmph…! That’s enough…!”

The water filled her belly in an instant, but it didn’t stop flowing in, and even as she shivered from the cold, Yernen stamped her feet, worried that her stomach would burst. I looked down and saw that my stomach was swelling.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Hmph, hmph.”

But even more than the fear, what made Yernen shrink were the ten pairs of eyes that scanned his entire body.

He was miserable, and he wanted to die.

It was such a horrible disgrace that it made him want to take his own life at once, to the point where he couldn’t even remember why he was still clinging to this tenuous lifeline.

“Ahhhh…!”

Soon enough, my stomach swelled to the point where my top was tight.

“…I think.”

“Huh?”

Duke Albert repeated, hearing Yernen’s frightened little voice.

“What did you just say, Your Highness?”

“I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, my stomach’s gonna explode, I’m gonna die”.

“Hmph.”

There was a little scream that followed.

“Poof.”

“Hahahahaha!”

The humans surrounding Yernen erupted in laughter.

“Humans don’t die that easily.”

True to his word, the water stopped rushing in. But it was the beginning of another wave of pain.

“Hmph…”

The knights no longer tied Yernen down, for there was no need. Yernen was squeezed into the farthest corner his leash would allow, and he looked out at the eyes surrounding him with the eyes of a wounded animal.