The Tyrant's Happy Ending - Chapter 8.3
Soon after, Marquis Petra, who had pulled Yernen’s trousers down below her buttocks, finally figured out the cause.
“Iced coffee.”
Marquis Petra lifted her index finger and pressed it down on Yernen’s swollen v4g1na.
“Ugh…!”
Yernen looked up at the mocking face of Marquis Petra and blushed with shame.
The last time they visited the island, they pierced Yernen’s n1pples, put large rings in them, and attached crude decorations to her genitals and perineum. And unlike when they pierced her chest, they didn’t even disinfect the decorations they had attached below.
At first, even Yernen didn’t realize that something was wrong. After experiencing something shocking, Yernen washed himself and slept under the blanket covered with dried semen.
After experiencing something bad, sleep always came rushing in as if trying to escape reality. It was the next day after waking up that he realized something was wrong with his body.
Yernen had been ignoring the shameful ornament all day, so he hadn’t even looked at the genitals.
But after not going to the bathroom for a whole day, I reached a point where I couldn’t hold it in any longer, and I had no choice but to go to the bathroom. And then I realized. The tip of my p3nis was red and swollen. I held my swollen p3nis and barely managed to urinate. But that was only the beginning.
Instead of going down, his p3nis swelled up day by day. And soon, the urine that had been flowing out little by little became a trickle no matter how hard he pushed.
But there was nothing Yernen could do, having no medical knowledge. All he could do was stare in horror at his cheaply ornamented p3nis, which grew increasingly horribly swollen by the day.
And after the urine that had been dripping down my swollen urethra was blocked, hell began. No matter how much I tried to hold out without drinking water, it was no use. All my nerves were directed to my genitals and lower abdomen.
I felt like I was going crazy. I thought I might die at any moment if I continued like this.
“Haauk… .”
Yernen could no longer even get up. He could not even touch his genitals and lower abdomen, which were in terrible pain, and he could only hold onto the dirty, worn-out blanket and desperately hope that the cabin door would open.
The first thing I wanted when I came to this island was for those horrible guys to come find me.
Enduring that terrible time, where every minute felt like an hour, Yernen felt a terrible sense of humiliation and misery.
“Ugh…! Don’t… press… it…!”
Yernen spoke in a crawling voice. It was a voice that was dripping with shame. But Marquis Petra ignored the trembling voice and continued to apply more force to his fingers.
“Ugh…!”
“Would you please look this way, Benjamin?”
When the Marquis de Le Creuset heard that, he stuck his head out and burst into laughter upon seeing Yernen’s condition. Then, he called the people around him and pulled out Yernen’s genitals as if he was pulling them out, and showed them to everyone.
“It seems like this male prostitute has finally felt a sense of crisis. He realized that if he keeps acting stiffly like that, the customers won’t keep coming back to him. So it seems like he’s finally planning a new show of his own.”
“Haha!”
“This is the first show that Namchang has planned with all his heart, so shouldn’t you watch it the way he wants? He worked so hard to collect all this urine.”
As he said this, the Marquis de Le Creuset struck Yernen’s lower abdomen with his large hand.
“Ugh…!”
Yernen retched slightly at the horrible sensation of his whole body shaking.
As the Marquis de Le Creuset stepped aside, the knights approached, made Yernen crouch down, and tied him up.
Due to those merciless hands, Yernen was forced to assume a humiliating position, with her lower body spread wide open and her feet on the edge of the bed, with her lower body still draped over her knees.
Her swollen, red v4g1na and protruding v4g1na were clearly exposed to everyone, wearing crude jewelry.
“Let go…!”
Yernen struggled to push away the knights who had bound him. He had discovered the Marquis de Le Creuset’s intentions.
No matter how much I wanted to pee, this wasn’t it. I didn’t want to show myself peeing in front of everyone like this.
But despite Yernen’s rebellion, the Marquis de Le Creuset only chuckled.
“It’s dirty, so please step back.”
As he said that, the Marquis de Le Creuset poured mana into the hand holding Yernen’s genitals.
“Ahhhh!”
As the Marquis de Le Creuset used his mana, the shape of the ring embedded in Yernen’s genitals began to change. Soon, the small hole at the end of the urethra stretched out as if it was about to tear, and grew as large as a little finger. Then, it quickly stretched out and became a large tube that began to roughly dig into the swollen urethra.
Yernen’s screams continued to pour out from his mouth as the pain of his genitals being torn to shreds continued.
And soon after, a new stream of cold water began to flow out through the tube stuck in my urethra. It was such a pleasure that it made my fingers and toes tingle.
“Hah…!”
The intense sense of freedom he felt after a long time and the pain in his urethra that felt like it was going to tear were mixed together and turned Yernen’s head into a muddy mess.
But the pleasure only lasted a short moment, and soon, Yernen was struck by a harsh reality. Yernen realized that countless people were looking at his genitals and the floor.
“Ugh…!”
Because he hadn’t urinated properly for several days, the concentrated, dark urine kept flowing out no matter how much he urinated, and the floor was covered in his urine.
“Ugh.”
“It’s dirty.”
Some of those who were watching the scene covered their noses, and some grimaced as if they had seen something dirty. And as they listened to the reactions of those who stood around and pointed at the stream of urine, Yernen’s face turned bright red.
Knock knock.
And finally, when the ejaculation that felt so terribly long had passed and a few drops of urine flowed down my genitals, the room filled with the smell of urine.
Yernen’s shoulders were shaking slightly, and the corners of her eyes were red with unbearable shame and humiliation, as if she would burst into tears at any moment.
“It’s not my style. It’s just dirty and doesn’t arouse my sexual desire.”
“I liked it. Especially when His Majesty opened his eyes while urinating.”
“I would like to keep the video, so could you make a copy for me, Marquis Petra?”
“Of course.”
As if they were watching a strip show by a male prostitute, comments continued here and there. I bit my lips hard and tried to force myself, but eventually tears fell and soaked the side of the blanket that was stained with urine.
“The smell is so bad I can’t stand it. Shouldn’t we clean it up?”
Someone said that and gestured with his hand, and with one or two gestures of the spirit, the dirty floor became clean again. But he only cleaned the floor. The other places where urine had splattered were still dirty.
“Hey, Namchang.”
The Marquis de Le Creuset placed his shoes on the edge of the bed with a look of displeasure on his face.
“I peed myself. What should I do?”
“…What do you want me to do?”
Yernen opened his eyes wide and glared at the Marquis de Le Creuset.
“What do you want me to do? If you dirty a guest’s shoe, shouldn’t you wipe it with your tongue?”
“what…?”
Yernen looked at the Marquis de Le Creuset with a pale face.
“Wipe it.”
As he said this, the Marquis de Le Creuset rubbed his shoe against Yernen’s face.
“Ahh…!”
Then, with a mean smile on his lips, he pulled painfully at the ring embedded in Yernen’s n1pple. Feeling the pain of her n1pple being torn for the first time, Yernen was helplessly dragged and had her upper body thrown onto the bed.
The Marquis de Le Creuset grabbed Yernen by the hair and held it close to his shoe.
“Damn, you didn’t even clean it. You couldn’t buy shoes with the daily wages you earned from being a prostitute in ten years. Shouldn’t you clean them properly?”
As he said this, the Marquis de Le Creuset brought his urine-stained shoe to Yernen’s lips.
“Lick it.”
“Ugh…!”
No matter how much he rubbed his shoe against his lips, Yernen never opened his mouth. Then, the Marquis de Le Creuset, annoyed by his behavior, struck Yernen’s head several times until it made a loud noise, then lowered it as if the air had gone out.