The Tyrant's Happy Ending - Chapter 4.8

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 then, as if all the pain he had endured up to that point had been a joke, the nerve-shredding agony began, as if he could no longer resist the excruciating pain of having his body opened up.

‘Huh…!’

His eyes widened.

‘Argh!’

Yernen screamed, unable to care less about his dignity as a horrible burning sensation erupted from the inside of his lower abdomen.

The drug that the Marquis de LeCrozet had injected into him had turned into tiny blades, carving magic marks into his inner walls. It was like a sharpened knife was slashing at his stomach.

Yernen’s mouth gaped open, unable to scream, and he struggled to hug his stomach. Physiological tears streamed from her unlit eyes.

Instead, they watched with amusement as Yernen wriggled like a bug crushed by a child, 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 stomach made it impossible for Yernen to stay awake, unable to hold himself up any longer.

The Marquis of Petra held her up.

‘The procedure is not yet complete, Your Highness, and you shouldn’t change your position like this, should you?’

‘Hmph….’

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

It was then. The Marquis de LeCrozet poured a second dose into Yernen. The gemstone-grinded drug flowed into Yernen’s mangled body and spun along the trajectory of the magic circle.

The sensation of the magic circle being imprinted on a living body was an unbearable pain, even compared to the pain of having one’s inner lining shredded, which he had thought horrible.

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

Jernen wanted to tell him to get lost, but the terrible pain was too much for him and he passed out.

The first sensation he felt was hearing.

‘Hmph, hmph.’

The harsh breathing of the beast in his ear.

The next thing I felt was pain.

‘Oof….’

It hurt the most in my lower belly, then my tailbone and spine. And once I became aware of the pain, I began to feel it all over my body, big and small, unfiltered.

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

Jernen’s eyes fluttered open.

Duke Albert had grabbed Yernen by the hair and was mounting him, taking his stinking, slimy p3nis into his mouth and jerking it back and forth.

‘Kkkkkk…!’

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

Locking eyes with Yernen, Duke Albert quickly grabbed Yernen’s cheeks as he realised how Yernen was trying to bite off his p3nis.

‘Oof!’

In the end, Jernen 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 else was lusting after Jernen’s backside, though it was hard to see against Marquis Albert’s torso. The hand gripping my thigh was repeatedly thrusting my p3nis in and out of Jernen’s hole.

‘It’s awful.

Transparent tears rolled down my cum-stained temples.

‘What the hell did I do so wrong?

If there is a hell, I wonder if it looks like this.

He lowered his heated eyelids, and the tears that had been pooling in the corners of his eyes slid down in thick trails.

‘Dirty.’

Jernen felt a terrible sense of humiliation at the horrible touch of another’s hands on his lower belly, in his mouth, on his arse. He wanted to kill them all, all of them. He wanted to inflict the cruelest punishment on them, to make them live the rest of their lives regretting having done this, but… he knew he couldn’t.

So Jernen hoped, hoped, hoped. For someone to take him out of this hell.

* * *

‘…….’ From head to toe, I was covered in saliva and semen. I couldn’t even open my eyes because my face was covered in semen so many times.

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 masterstroke.’

The Marquis de LeCrozet said as he swung Yernen’s legs up and gave him a painful slap across his exposed arse. Yernen, powerless to move, merely flinched, 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 hoofbeats didn’t move away, only closer to Jernen. A leather boot slammed into Jernen.

‘I thought you might be thinking about that, Your Majesty.’

‘…….’

‘The idea of ending his life.’

Ha ha.

A faint chuckle escaped me.

‘Do you remember Lyle Beltimore?’

Flinch.

Jernen’s motionless body shifted, a tiny, tiny movement, and the Marquis of Petra noticed it keenly.

‘…And you still miss him, even though you’ve been divorced for years?’

The Marquis of Petra grabbed the messy, cum-smeared ash blonde and pulled her up.

‘Hmph….’

A small, pained sound escaped Yernen’s throat.

‘Do you still miss him?’

‘Hmph….’

‘Well, well, well.’

Even though I locked him in here. A small voice came to me, faint as a phantom.

‘Ugh!’

The snake-like voice tickled Jernen’s ear, pulling at his hair as if to tear it out. Yernen barely managed to move his unwilling hand to push him away.

‘Oof…!’

But the Marquis of Petra didn’t like that shove, and yanked Yernen’s head back towards him, grabbed him painfully by the cheeks, opened his mouth, and violently ravaged his insides.

‘Hmph….’

A tooth-for-tooth, abusive kiss ensued. Jernen lifted his still weak arms and tried desperately to push him away.

‘Ha, ha.’

It was a long time before the Marquis of Petra’s lips broke away from Jernen’s.

‘Then know this. This is His Majesty’s mantra. He says that if you should ever commit suicide and defile the imperial bloodline, the Archduke of Baltimore will be your companion on your deathbed.’

‘…!’

The Marquis of Petra felt Yernen’s body stiffen coldly in his arms.

‘Then, I’ll see you at the next banquet.’

With that, the Marquis of Petra tossed Yernen’s hair like a doll that had been played with, and Yernen’s head dropped helplessly to the floor of the hut.

I wonder how much time has passed since then.

Hahaha.

He could hear the damned laughter drifting away. They had probably left the island by boat.

Despite the sound, Jernen couldn’t move. He could feel his vision blurring.

Awakening only in the first light of dawn, Yernen slowly pushed himself to his feet. Every part of his body was in terrible pain, and wordlessly, dragging his legs, he left the hut. After a short walk, his body collapsed, but he kept going. No matter how many times he collapsed.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jernen arrived at the lake. A huge body of water, still terrifyingly black.

The first light of dawn was just breaking, colouring everything around them. It was the light that signalled the end of the night. The brightening sky seemed to tell him that the infernal hell was over.

Jernen barely made it to the water’s edge, barely able to move. Even in his exhaustion, his hands trembled with fear of the black water.

It was a cold winter day, and the sun had not yet turned. Normally, even with all his layers, he would have been freezing. But Jernen’s priority was not the cold, but the need to clean himself of the foul fluids of the beasts.

‘Hmph.’

With shaky hands, Jernen splashed water on my face. Again and again until all the slippery bodily fluids were washed away.

For what seemed like an eternity, he dragged the cold water through his clammy hands and washed himself. His hands were completely frozen, as if they would crack at the slightest bump, but Jernen washed himself frantically, and whenever he lifted his head to stare into the abyss, he felt nauseous and his head pounded, but he didn’t give up.

‘Dirty… dirty.’

The thought of dirt filled her head, and after washing herself in the cold water so many times, Jernen hesitated.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes at the thought, but she couldn’t help it; she didn’t want to bear the marks of those filthy bastards on her body.

Jernen chewed his lip until it bled, then spread his crotch.

He flinched.
The cold hands on my swollen, red anus felt like a knife slicing through my flesh. But there was no choice.

‘I have to get it out.’

With that muttered, Jernen barely managed to open the gaping maw that threatened to scream, and strained against the waist that kept trying to give way.

‘Mmph….’

He pushed for a while, but at some point, the cum stopped coming out, and Jernen had no choice but to dig himself in.

Cringing.

The tears came again, pooling under his eyes, blurring even the grass.

‘Ugh… black….’

No matter how hard I tried to get the cum out, I couldn’t.

‘Sh1t….’

I washed it off with water, but no matter how hard I tried, the smell of dirty men lingered in my nostrils.

‘Dirty… dirty…!’

‘It must still be there.

It was already morning, and the world was beginning to take on a brighter, brighter glow.

Yernen, still washing his inner walls, looked at the brightening light and realised that no matter how much he washed, he would never be clean.

‘Ugh, black.’

A sob threatened to rise from the back of his throat.

Barely stifling the sob, Jernen realised that his entire body was frozen to the point of breaking. His whole body was frozen red with cold. He wrapped the thin blanket he had brought with him. The semen-stained blanket was filthy, but it still didn’t keep him warm, and that fact made him miserable.

Jernen clutched the locket pendant around his neck.

It didn’t occur to him to open it. No, it would be more accurate to say that he didn’t dare.

‘…Lyle.’

Jernen curled into a ball, calling Lyle’s name quietly in his throat. A large teardrop that had been building up in her eye rolled down her cheek.

‘Lyle….’

Roxie said.

Jernen had told her that children are made when you spend the night in bed with the person you love, hand in hand.

Jernen snorted and didn’t believe her, knowing the answer was bullshit even though he knew nothing about relationships… but if he ever truly had a night of having children, it would be with Lyle. She thought she would grow up, like her sister Cecile, and have a wedding blessed by all, and then leave for the Grand Duchy of Baltimore, where she would have her first night with Lyle.

Jernen now realised that Roxie’s words were not entirely untrue. By spending the night, she probably meant what Jernen had done the night before.

He had thought that spending the night with only one person and having a child was a very noble thing to do, that they should only have each other.

Somehow, Jernen felt as if he could not stand before Lyle now, for he had given his body to him, and he had given it to him, and now he could not.

‘Ugh… Lyle….’

Because they’re broken, because they’re not meant to be each other’s only, and they know it.

‘Lyle….’

I missed Lyle.

I clutched the pendant tightly and brought it to my face. It was a desperate gesture, like a prayer to a god.

‘Hmph, Lyle….’

Hot tears rolled down her clenched hands.

‘Come get me.’

His ragged shoulders, covered in animal tracks, shook miserably. Jernen’s face, distorted by his weeping, turned toward the north, somewhere beyond the lake.

‘Pick me up, come…!’

The words were followed by a sob that she had been holding back for seven years.

‘Hmph, black, hmph!’

Jernen let go and sobbed like a child, taking in several breaths before he let go and sobbed like a child.

‘I, hmph, I want out!’

It was the first real words I’d spoken in seven years.

‘Let me out, hmmm, let me out, give it to me, ugh!’

I held on, pretending to be okay, pretending to be strong, but I wasn’t, because I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t, like I would let myself go, so I held on.

Even when my stomach churned, even when I got used to skipping meals for days on end, even when I was shivering in the cold and miserable with no more than a raggedy blanket to cover me, even when I was subjected to such humiliating acts by Lizzie, whom I hated.

I’d endured it all.

But not this. He could still feel the filthy touch of those hands, those ugly hands, running over his body, treating him like a lowly whore. It was miserable, horrible. Yernen had wanted to end his life at the humiliation he had never experienced in his life.

But now he really couldn’t even do that. And what if they….

‘What if they kill Lyle.

‘Eek, eek, eek!’
Jernen wiped away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks with a fisted hand.

Cecil, Lyle, he missed them so much.

Yernen cried out at the top of his lungs, longing desperately for the two people he loved most in this space, the ones who could save him. But in the end, it was those who crushed him who found him before those he loved.

Still, Yernen hoped desperately that those he missed would come to his rescue.

A month, two months. Time continued to pass, and Yernen’s tormentors now visited the island without interruption.

And so, after a spring as cold as winter and a sweltering summer.

Jernen had finally defied all expectations.