The Tyrant's Happy Ending - Chapter 5.3 (R19)
That wasn’t all. Yernen felt his eyes drawn to the holes that were bulging in a shameful manner as her buttocks spread apart.
In that humiliating position, where her entire v4g1na was exposed as if diagnosing a pregnant woman, Yernen’s body, which had been dyed red with a medicinal dye, became so red that it was difficult to see its original color anymore.
“…!”
Yernen’s eyes grew wide again, too wide to open.
“What… What are you trying to do?”
His wide-open eyes slowly turned towards my groin, filled with fear.
“What could it be?”
From below, the scent of alcohol, the same one that had been poured on his chest a moment ago, was rising, and the Marquis de Le Creuset smiled dangerously as he grabbed Yernen’s erection and pulled it.
The implications were obvious.
“Ha… Don’t do that!”
Bam.
“…!”
It was just a thin needle piercing the flesh. It was obvious that there would be no sound, but strangely enough, the sound rang loudly in Yernen’s ears.
“Ahhhh!”
Yernen screamed in excruciating pain he had never experienced before, not even knowing where he was.
“Ahhhh! It hurts…! It hurts…!”
The howl of a wounded beast, as if it were about to suffocate, flowed out through his vocal cords.
A mocking laughter rang in Yernen’s deaf ears as he trembled, unable to move due to the pain that came with even the slightest movement. The sound was like thunder.
“Just look at that lowly male prostitute. Who would dare to see that disgrace and believe that he is a noble man of divine bl00d?”
The obscene remarks filled with insults humiliated Yernen beyond recognition, but despite this, Yernen could not suppress the sobs that were streaming from his throat.
It was a terrible pain.
The Marquis de Le Creuset whispered to Yernen, who was trembling with pain and on the verge of fainting.
“This is all your fault, Namchang. Even if I beat you or trample on you, you still won’t come to your senses. Even if you’re uneducated, there’s a limit. How dare you piss before your master pisses?”
“Ugh… Ugh… .”
“What can I do if he won’t listen even after toilet training? Shouldn’t I just force him to stop it?”
As he spoke, the Marquis de Le Creuset held a rippling mana in his hand, and a cheap cubic zirconia glided past the crudely shining genital ornaments.
“Marquis Petra brought an interesting tool. It’s a metal that changes shape on its own in response to mana. Thanks to this, I’ll be able to properly educate you. Now, you’ll be forever unable to fight without my permission.”
At those shocking words, Yernen barely opened his mouth and asked in a trembling voice.
“Ugh… What…?”
“What do you mean? I’m saying that you can’t take this chastity belt off unless you cut off your genitals with a knife. And do you remember what I said earlier?”
The Marquis de Le Creuset spoke in a whisper.
“Piercings are a pair.”
And the last trinket in the hand of the Marquis de Le Creuset pierced Yernen’s perineum.
“…!”
When her sensitive erogenous zone was pierced, Yernen threw her head back and panted, unable to even breathe properly. As if to prove the pain, thick veins stood out on her thin, pure white neck.
“Kwaaak…!”
Every time the Marquis de Le Creuset’s hand passed by, a strange sensation arose below. It felt as if something huge was growing inside me.
“Dogs tend to take off their trinkets when their owners are away. It’s as if they have no learning ability. So, as the owner, you have to keep a close eye on them.”
The hand of the Marquis de Le Creuset, who had been standing below for a long time, fell, and soon the hands of the knights who had been supporting Yernen also fell. Yernen, with his face covered in cold sweat and tears, could barely breathe and endure the pain.
Although only ten minutes had passed, Yernen was overcome with a terrible fatigue and pain, as if he had been taking in everyone for a day.
Thick, hot hands lifted Yernen’s sagging thighs and spread her v4g1na open for everyone to see. The cheap cubic zirconia that adorned her genitals shone in the light.
Voices of excitement rang out here and there. And among them, there was only one voice. It was a voice that dug into Yernen’s ears.
“I really thought it would suit Your Majesty.”
It was the voice of the Marquis Petra.
“Doesn’t that make you look like a cheap, shiny jewel?”
The voice passed through Yernen’s heart painfully.
The dazzling lights illuminating the surroundings made Yernen
dizzy, so he closed his eyes.
Hot tears flowed down my temples.
Yernen felt the horrible touch of hands clinging to his body and smelled the faint scent that still excited his senses to the point of making the pain vivid.
I felt a hand spreading my buttocks apart, so painful that it felt like I would faint if I just brushed against them.
Before being trapped on the island, Yernen had not even known how to form a relationship with his lover, but now he knew more clearly than anyone else what would happen next. That was why Yernen prepared to face the coming pain without opening his closed eyes.
‘Lyle.’
Yernen softly called the name of the person he missed in his heart.
The anticipation faded away with the spring flowers and the summer greenery. Now I know he will never come back. But even so, the name was still a chain to Yernen.
‘I want to die.’
Yernen whispered a confession that no one could hear.
The p3nis of an unknown person was thrust into the hole, brushing past my sore perineum.