The Tyrant's Happy Ending - Chapter 8.3

“That’s enough. You should wish for what you want. You should be thankful that customers keep coming in even though you’re doing this, Namchang.”

Then, he got up, threw Yernen’s head on the bed, which he had been holding painfully, and grabbed Yernen’s butt. At that gesture, a gasp could be heard from Yernen’s mouth, anticipating the horror that was to follow.

“Ugh…!”

“Under!”

The Marquis de Le Creuset laughed at the sight of her bruised and swollen buttocks shaking, then opened them. Then, the ugly hole that had been closed in pink at first was nowhere to be seen.

It was pierced countless times, and the hole was torn and bled several times. As time passed, the wounds all healed, but scars remained.

That’s why Yernen’s hole and the area around it were dyed a dark color, and her flesh was stretched out in an unsightly way. And as if she had become completely accustomed to her role as a male prostitute, she was waiting for a man just by opening up like this, and it was wide open and twitching. The Marquis de Le Creuset, who had played a big part in creating this appearance, was very satisfied with the sight.

He thought that he liked things that were trampled and tattered rather than clean and noble, so he called the others over.

“Take a look at this.”

At his words, one by one, everyone’s gaze turned to Yernen’s hole.

“Isn’t that a hole with a cheap color that won’t even close? No one who sees this sight will be able to tell that this guy isn’t a male prostitute.”

“…!”

Yernen, who had not even realized that the hole was open, heard those words and put a lot of force into his lower body. Soon, the dark-colored, bulging hole began to close in.

But Yernen didn’t know that the sight of her being humiliated every time she heard something like this, as if it were the first time, despite having been insulted for so long, was what made the man lustful.

“You have such a lowly body, yet you still think of yourself as a noble royal and don’t admit that you’re a male prostitute. How much longer do I have to roll over before you admit it?

Seriously. You can’t even engrave it into your body.”

As he said this, the Marquis de Le Creuset released Yernen’s buttocks, which he had been holding tightly.

When the grip on her buttocks disappeared, Yernen finally grabbed the blanket and crawled to the wall to hide her buttocks. Looking down at Yernen, Marquis Petra said:
“Then how about engraving it for me?”

“…?”

What are you engraving?

“It’s Namchang.”

Marquis Petra said, staring into Yernen’s growing eyes.

“To that body. So that you don’t forget your place.”

All eyes were on Yernen. And Yernen knew what was coming next.

These damn guys were really going to carve letters into their bodies.

“Where are you running away to?”

“Ahh…!”

Yernen quickly tried to run away from the bed, but was caught by a hand that roughly grabbed his ankle and dragged him down.

“No! Let go of this!”

Lately, Yernen had always been resigned to the situation and just let it go, but this was something he couldn’t stand. Yernen kicked away the hand of the Marquis Le Creuset, who was holding his ankle, with his other foot, and resisted by mercilessly hitting the cheek of the Marquis, who was trying to subdue him by lowering his upper body.

But in the end, it was futile. Soon, Yernen’s hands were tied and he was hanging from a chain hanging from the ceiling. Then, Marquis Petra put a gag with holes in it.

Yernen saw something suspicious, like a large, white candy, being put into the gag. He shook his head vigorously and resisted, but it was no use.

“Ugh…!”

Yernen, who was unable to speak, glared at Marquis Petra with wide eyes as if asking what on earth he had done.

“You look like you’re curious about what I put in there. Well, it’s not hard to tell you.”

Marquis Petra spoke with a mocking expression on her face, without releasing her grip on Yernen’s chin.

“It’s weak.”

“…!”

“Aphrodisiacs can enhance sexual pleasure, but they can also heighten the senses.”

“Ugh…!”

“Shouldn’t Your Majesty be able to feel the process of the letters being engraved on his body better? It seems that you still don’t know. Shouldn’t you be able to realize how low your situation has fallen?”

Marquis Petra said this while looking into Yernen’s trembling eyes.

“What would be good to start with?”

He opened his mouth as if he was thinking hard and then made a decision.

“Yeah, a whore’s son sounds good.”

“Sob, sob.”

Jjang.

The bridge, which had no strength to support, collapsed several times, causing the chain to shake incessantly.

Yernen’s swollen p3nis was erect and close to his stomach. But he could not ejaculate. The crude ornament was tightly blocking the hole of his p3nis and squeezing it painfully as if it were going to cut off the glans.

Even though he couldn’t expel it, the weakness continued to flow through his throat, so the stimulation applied to Yernen was so severe that he couldn’t come to his senses.

But there was something else that was more nerve-racking than the genitals that were stimulating him to the point where they felt like they were going to break. It was the magician who was preparing to carve letters into his back from behind. He swept from Yernen’s right shoulder blade to his left waist.

“How about something like this?”

“Great.”

As the others agreed, the Marquis de Le Creuset’s hand touched Yernen’s back. If he continued on like this, the words “son of a whore” would really be engraved on his back. The words insulted not only Yernen himself, but also his mother, Roxy.

“Ugh…!”

Yernen struggled to resist. The Marquis de Le Creuset, who was delicately controlling his mana in response to the gesture and was about to thrust his pen into Yernen’s body, withdrew his hand. Then a voice filled with deep anger rang out.

“This Namchang is…”

And Marquis Petra, who was watching the scene, said:
“If your body is free, won’t you have the strength to resist?”
Duke Albert, who had been sitting comfortably and admiring Yernen’s humiliation, asked while rolling his wine glass.

“Then what should I do?”

“Wouldn’t it be simple? Just make it so people don’t even bother getting tattoos.”

As he said that, his gaze fell on Yernen’s pink n1pples with large rings.

“I always thought it was out of proportion because the hole was a dark, vulgar color, but the n1pple was not. That’s why I happened to have this.”

Marquis Petra made a small gesture, and his servant took out two weights the size of a child’s fist. Marquis Petra accepted the two large weights and walked towards Yernen. The sound of his heels could be heard with each step.

And Yernen panicked.

“Eww! Eww! Eww!”

It was ridiculous. If you wear something like that on your chest, your heart will really break. However, you can’t run away. The Marquis de Le Creuset, who was holding Yernen’s body from behind, was holding onto her chest by pulling it together on both sides.

“Eww!”

In an instant, Yernen’s additionally hung br3asts sagged in an ugly manner. It really felt as if her br3asts and n1pples were going to tear.

The first terrible sensation made her body tense up, but no matter how much she tried to tense up, the pain did not go away at all. However, as if that was not enough, Marquis Petra grabbed Yernen’s hair and tilted her head back.

“Stop, stop.”

The pain in his chest seemed to double as the milky liquid that had been melting into his saliva and collecting inside the gag flowed down Yernen’s throat, making his body feel hot.
And just as Marquis Petra had said, while Yernen was still unconscious from the pain in his chest, Marquis Le Creuset stabbed a magical tool in the shape of a pen into Yernen’s right shoulder blade.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Sparks flew, the smell of burning flesh was present, and Yernen’s terrible screams rang out.

Cold sweat ran down the bridge of my nose.

“Ugh, ugh.”