The Tyrant's Happy Ending - Chapter 3.5

With that, the Marquis of Petra grabbed Yernen’s hips and yanked them to either side, spreading them apart until they could no longer be separated. She could feel the eyes of the men behind her focusing on the space between her crotches.

Yernen tried to keep his hips down, not wanting to show his inner walls, even though he was distracted by the terrible pain.

“Ugh…!”

The penetration seemed to be getting deeper, but she didn’t care and tried to lower herself down, but someone’s hand was holding her back, preventing her from doing so.

“Dang…let go!”

But no one listened to Yernen’s voice, which was almost feral.

“Look at him squirming. It must be feeling it.”

“I knew from the time I saw you as a child, Your Highness, that you were meant for this.”

A goosebumpy hand ran down Yernen’s straight spine.

“By the way, you seem to be quite young, as all the children in my house have lost their minds by this point.”

“You have a gift.”

“I wonder if you’ll be able to keep it up.”

“Is that what you’re doing now, Marquis de LeCrozet?”

“Haha, of course.”

“So a lowly prostitute has dared to do the Marquis de LeCrozet the honour of having his magic circle inscribed.”

“Haha! That’s true. But….”

Saying that, the Marquis de LeCrozet peered into the crack between Yernen’s gaping buttocks.

“I can’t see much inside.”

He then pulled a vial from his bosom and poured the drug into Yernen’s body.

“Hmph…!”

“This… is… weird…!”

The drug, which had flowed into the gap that the instrument had failed to widen, began to expand violently inside Yernen as if it were alive. Yernen’s back arched in an attempt to find some relief from the violent movement.

Unfortunately, the gesture only allowed the drug to carve out more space, and it raced frantically inside him.

“Ooook….”

It was horribly painful, like he was going to vomit at any moment, and Yernen muttered weakly, his voice cracking.

“Stop it….”

But still, all he got was a mocking laugh that made him miserable, and as he could barely resist the excruciating pain of having his body opened up, the nerve-shredding pain began, as if the pain before had been a joke.
“Huh…!”

His eyes widened.

“Ow!”

Yernen screamed. He could not care less about his dignity as he felt a terrible burning sensation from the inside of his abdomen.

The drug the Marquis de LeCrozet had injected into him had turned into tiny blades, carving magical markings into his inner walls. It was as if a sharpened knife had been sliced through his stomach.

Yernen’s mouth hung open, unable to scream. He struggled to hold on to his stomach. Physiological tears streamed from their unlit eyes.

Instead, they watched with amusement as Yernen wriggled like a bug crushed by a child. It was as if they were watching a performance unlike anything they had ever seen before.

“Hmph… hmph… ….”

The Marquis de LeCrozet’s voice came through his muffled hearing as he continued to breathe.

‘The slaves suffer the most when I do this.

“It hurts…”

Unable to bend, unable to stretch, the fire in his belly made it impossible for Yernen to stay awake. He could not hold himself up any longer.

The Marquis of Petra held her up.

“The procedure is not yet complete, Your Highness, and you shouldn’t be changing your position like this, should you?”

“Hmph…”

Yernen tried to push him away with her weak body, but it was completely useless.

That was that. The Marquis de LeCrozet poured a second dose into Yernen. The gem-ground drug flowed into Yernen’s mangled body and spun along the path of the magic circle.

The sensation of the magic circle being imprinted on a living body was an excruciating pain, even compared to the pain of having one’s insides torn to shreds, which he had found horrible.

Where did you get the idea to lick the bottom of my shoe?

Yernen wanted to tell him to get out of there, but the terrible pain was too much for him to bear and he passed out.
The first sensation he felt was hearing.

“Hmph, hmph.”

The beast’s ragged breathing in his ear.

The next sensation was pain.

“Oof…”

It hurt most in my lower abdomen, then in my coccyx and spine. And as I became aware of the pain, I began to feel it all over my body, large and small, unfiltered.

The next thing he felt was the touch of the beasts.

Yernen’s eyes fluttered open.

Duke Albert had grabbed Yernen by the hair and was mounting him, taking his stinking, slimy penis into his mouth and jerking it back and forth.

“Kkkkkkkk…!”

Out of breath, Yernen tried to struggle, but it was useless as his limbs were still bound.

Eyes locked with Yernen, Duke Albert quickly grabbed Yernen’s cheeks as he realized Yernen was trying to bite off his penis.

“Oof!”

In the end, Yernen was unable to resist and had no choice but to submit, even as a mess of semen and saliva grazed the tip of his nose.
And that wasn’t the end of it. Someone was probing Yernen’s bottom. I couldn’t see it, it was hidden by Marquis Albert’s torso. The hand grasping my thigh kept shoving my penis in and out of Yernen’s hole.

It’s horrible.

Transparent tears rolled down my temples, stained with semen.

“What the hell have I done so wrong?”

“If there is a hell, I wonder. Does it look like this?”

He lowered his heated eyelids. The tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes slid down in thick trails.

‘Filthy.

Yernen felt a terrible sense of humiliation at the horrible touch of another’s hands on his belly, in his mouth, on his arce. He had a desire for death, for all of them. He wanted to give them the cruelest punishment, to make them regret it for the rest of their lives, but… he knew he couldn’t.

So Yernen had hopes, hopes, hopes. For someone to take him out of this hell.

* * *

“…….”

His entire body seemed to be covered in a mixture of saliva and sperm from head to toe. I couldn’t even open my eyes because my face was so covered in cum.

The inside walls were so full of semen that every time I breathed, chunks of semen would ooze out of the gaping hole.

It was a masterpiece.

The Marquis de LeCrozet said. He lifted Yernen’s legs and gave him a painful smack on his exposed bottom. Yernen, powerless to move, merely winced, not lunging for a fight, unlike his initial defiance.

“You’ve wasted even more time than I told His Majesty, my dear.”

“Aye, well, if you’ll excuse me.”

I could feel some of the footsteps moving away.

But the sound of the hooves didn’t move away, it just moved closer to Yernen. A leather boot crashed into Yernen.

“I had a feeling that might be on your mind, Your Majesty.”

“…….”
“Thinking of ending your life, perhaps?”

A low, mocking laugh followed the words.

“Do you remember Lyle Baltimore?”

At that name, Yernen’s motionless body flinched slightly. Petra Marquis noticed instantly, his sharp eyes catching even the smallest reaction.

“…How long has it been since the engagement was broken? Do you still long for him?”

The Marquis yanked Yernen’s ash-blonde hair, now filthy with sweat and semen, forcing him to lift his head.

“Ugh…” Yernen let out a small groan of pain.

“Do you still miss that bastard?”

“Mm…”

“Oh, I see, so it seems.”

Even after being locked away for so long, he still holds on to that? The mocking tone lingered in Petra’s voice.

“Ugh!”

His snake-like voice hissed near Yernen’s ear, as he yanked the hair harder, as if trying to rip it from his scalp. Yernen, with great difficulty, weakly tried to push him away.

“Mmfff!”

But the feeble push didn’t sit well with Petra, who yanked Yernen closer, grabbing his face forcefully and kissing him violently, shoving his tongue inside without restraint.

“Ugh…”

It wasn’t a kiss but more like abuse, their teeth clashing painfully. Yernen, with all the strength he had left, tried pushing him away, but it was futile.

“Hah… hah…”

After what felt like an eternity, Petra finally pulled his lips away, leaving Yernen gasping for breath.

“Then, let me share this with you—straight from His Majesty himself. If you were to defile the royal bloodline by committing suicide… Duke Baltimore would join you in the afterlife.”
“…!”

Yernen’s body went ice-cold, stiffening at the words. Petra could feel the shift instantly.

“We’ll see you at the next gathering, then.”
With that, Petra let go of Yernen, discarding him like a broken doll. Yernen’s head hit the cold floor of the hut, lifeless and without resistance.

Who knows how much time passed.

Laughter echoed in the distance as they departed. The vile sounds faded as the men likely took the boat back, leaving Yernen behind. Even though the noise of their departure reached him, Yernen’s body refused to move. His vision blurred.

When the light of dawn finally touched the horizon, Yernen stirred. Slowly, he forced himself to rise, though his body screamed in agony with each movement. Without a word, dragging his legs, he staggered out of the hut. He collapsed more than once, but each time he forced himself up again.

After what seemed like an eternity, he reached the lake. The enormous body of water loomed ahead, its dark, foreboding surface stirring old fears.

The pale morning light painted the surroundings in cold hues, announcing the end of the night—like the dawn was telling him that the nightmare had finally come to an end.

Yernen, barely able to move his battered body, finally reached the water’s edge. Even in his dazed state, his hands trembled at the fear of the dark waters.

It was still the cold winter, just after the new year. Normally, he would be shivering, even wearing several layers of clothing, complaining about the cold. But right now, getting rid of the filthy fluids the beasts had left on him took priority over the cold.

“Ugh…”

With trembling hands, Yernen splashed the freezing water on his face, again and again, until the slippery filth washed away. His hands were so frozen that even the slightest touch made it feel as if they would shatter, but he relentlessly scrubbed his body clean.

Occasionally, he would glance at the water’s unfathomable depths, and each time, nausea and dizziness would overtake him, but he pressed on.

‘Dirty… filthy…’

That thought consumed his mind. Despite having cleaned his body over and over with the freezing water, Yernen hesitated.

There was still one more place left to clean. The thought alone brought tears to his eyes, but there was no choice. He didn’t want to carry any trace of those vile men on his body.

Biting his lip until it bled, Yernen spread his legs.

A jolt of pain hit him.

The freezing touch of his own hand against his swollen, red-raw opening felt like a blade slicing through his skin. But he couldn’t stop.

“I have to get it out…”

Muttering to himself, Yernen carefully opened the area that felt like it might make him scream, using all his strength to steady his shaking waist.

“Ugh…”

Each time he tensed his abdomen, clotted semen spilled out. After a while, when nothing more came out, Yernen had no choice but to reach inside himself to clean it out.

His body convulsed.

Tears welled up again, blurring his vision as they pooled under his eyes.

“Ugh… sob…”

No matter how hard he tried to get it out, it wasn’t working.

“Damn it…”

He had scrubbed his body as thoroughly as he could, but no matter how much he washed, it felt like the filthy scent of those men lingered around him, clinging to his nose.

“Dirty… so dirty…!”

‘There’s still some left inside, I know it.’
Morning was approaching, the world growing brighter with each passing moment.

Yernen, still desperately trying to clean out his insides, looked at the growing light. As the morning broke, he realized something devastating—no matter how much he washed, he could never truly cleanse the filth that stained him.

“Ugh… sob…”

He felt tears welling up in his throat.
Barely managing to suppress his sobs, Yernen suddenly realized just how cold his body had become. His whole body was flushed red from the biting cold. He wrapped himself in the thin blanket he had brought with him. The blanket, dirtied with semen, did little to shield him from the cold, and that realization filled him with deep shame.

Yernen reached for the locket around his neck.
He couldn’t bring himself to open it. No, it wasn’t that he couldn’t; he didn’t dare to.

“…Lyle.”

With a voice choked with emotion, Yernen quietly called out Lyle’s name, curling up into himself. Large, heavy tears finally began to fall from his eyes.

“Lyle…”

Roxie had said.

When Yernen once asked how babies are made, Roxie had told him that if you spend the night holding hands tightly with the one you love, a baby would come.

Even though Yernen had no real knowledge about relationships, he knew that answer was nonsense, and he scoffed at it. But deep down, he thought that if he were to truly spend such a night, it would only be with Lyle. Just like his sister, Cecil, Yernen imagined that when he became an adult, he would have a blessed wedding, travel to the Grand Duchy of Beltymore, and share his first night with Lyle.

Now, however, Yernen realized that Roxie’s words weren’t entirely wrong. Spending the night together must mean the acts forced upon him the previous night.

He had always believed that he would only share such a moment with one person, that it would be a sacred bond between two people meant only for each other.

But now, Yernen couldn’t imagine standing proudly before Lyle anymore. He had thought his body was something only to be given to Lyle, just as Lyle would give his to Yernen. But now, that was no longer possible.

“Lyle…,” he sobbed.

They had broken off their engagement. They were no longer destined to be each other’s one and only, and yet, despite knowing this…

“Lyle…”

He missed Lyle terribly.

Gripping the locket tightly in his hands, Yernen pressed it to his face, his gesture so desperate, as if in prayer.

“Lyle…,” he wept, his hot tears spilling down his hands.

“Come… come for me.”

His frail shoulders, stained with the beasts’ remnants, trembled miserably as his tear-streaked face turned toward the north, where Lyle might be, somewhere beyond the lake.

“Come for me… please!”

As soon as those words left his lips, the sorrow that had been repressed for seven long years burst forth.

“Hic, sob, waaaah!”

Yernen cried like a child, his sobs loud and broken. He gasped for breath between sobs, unable to hold back.

“I want to leave! I want to get out!” he screamed, revealing his true feelings for the first time in seven years.

“Let me out… please, let me out!”

He had tried so hard to pretend he was fine, to appear strong and dignified. But it wasn’t true. If he didn’t keep pretending, he would’ve lost his mind. He would’ve given up completely. That’s how he had managed to survive.

He had endured the hunger, grown used to going days without food, shivering through freezing nights without even a decent blanket. He had even endured the humiliations from Rizi, who did such unspeakable things to him.

He had withstood it all.

But this… this was different. The rough, degrading hands that had treated him like a common whore still lingered on his body. It was unbearable, horrifying. Yernen had never felt such humiliation in his life, to the point that he wanted to end it all.

But now, he couldn’t even do that. What if they…
‘What if they kill Lyle?’

“Hic, sob, hic!”

Yernen wiped away his tears with clenched fists.
He missed Cecil and Lyle so much.

In that wretched space, Yernen cried out, longing for the two people he loved most, the ones he believed could save him. But in the end, it was not them who came for him. Instead, it was those who tormented and degraded him who found him first.

Still, Yernen desperately hoped that the ones he longed for would come to rescue him.
One month, then two. Time passed, and those who defiled him began visiting the island without pause, with no fixed schedule.

The cold spring came and went, followed by the sweltering summer.

And in the end, Yernen gave up on all hope.