The Tyrant's Happy Ending - Chapter 8.4
The pain in his chest, the stimulation of his genitals, the pain in his back, they were all excruciating to endure.
That’s why Yernen’s entire body was drenched in sweat and glistening after enduring the words carved into his back for a long time.
And the sweat dripping down made the black letters engraved on his pale, lean back, which clearly showed off his elegant bone structure, stand out even more.
The Marquis Le Creuset looked with great satisfaction at the work I had created, put down the pen he was holding, and began to trace over the letters carved into Yernen’s back.
“Son of a whore. Isn’t that the perfect word to describe your identity, male prostitute?”
“… … .”
There was no answer from Yernen. But the Marquis de Le Creuset was satisfied enough. His small shoulders were visibly shaking, unable to bear the humiliation.
“How is everyone ?”
The Marquis de Le Creuset gathered around and asked those who were looking at Yernen’s back what they thought.
“Your Majesty, you would do well as a painter rather than a magician.”
“This is it, from tomorrow onwards, the prostitutes in the brothel will also start a fuss, saying that you and I will follow Your Majesty and tattoo vulgar words on our backs, okay?”
“At this point, His Majesty will know his duty and will quietly spread his legs. Haha!”
Here and there, voices could be heard that were cutting into Yernen’s heart. They were words that branded Yernen’s heart like an indelible brand engraved on his back.
Big tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Ugh… .”
As for jewelry, you could just take it off. No matter how magical the device was, that was all. With the help of a magician, you could make it look like it never existed. Even wounds and scars could be healed with divine power.
But as far as Yernen knew, engraving letters was different. It could not be erased by magic or divine power. Even if the wound was burned and cut away and then divine power was used, it would remain.
As the tears flowed ceaselessly, even the faint light that remained in Yernen’s eyes went out.
Now I can’t even hope to leave this island. Even if I leave this island, I have a stigma on my back that can’t be erased.
No, it would be more correct to say that I hope I don’t leave the island. If I don’t stay locked up here forever, more people might see this shameful body.
He could never show his body to others who knew him, and he did not want to be seen.
“Ugh, turn it off.”
A heartbreaking sob escaped her mouth, muffled by the gag.
I knew that no one would come to save me, but I still harbored such a dream somewhere in my heart. But now, even Yernen doesn’t want that to happen.
I just wanted to end up here, being treated like a toy in a child’s hand, receiving men’s genitals. Wouldn’t that be much better than showing this to someone and having my remaining pride shattered?
Yernen lowered his head in resignation. But even so, a corner of his heart still felt like it was screaming out in pain as if his flesh was being cut off.
But to those who watched him, Yernen’s suffering and resignation were nothing more than a source of pleasure that satisfied their twisted sexual desires. They felt a sense of sadism flowing out of them as they watched the miserable face of the beautiful woman shedding tears incessantly.
“What do you think would be a good idea to engrave next?”
“Please give me some. How is it?”
“Isn’t that what Your Majesty says best? That’s quite good.”
“How about a semen toilet?”
“That’s good too. Aren’t there a lot of seats here?”
The Marquis de Le Creuset pointed to Yernen’s back, buttocks, and the back of her thighs as if he was doing her a favor.
“This is a place where everyone can write, so everyone, please speak comfortably.”
The pen filled with mana passed over Yernen’s back over and over again, and the letters filled with insults were written one by one, and soon his once white back began to turn into a scribble pad.
The Marquis de Le Creuset was not pleased when Yernen did not respond as before, only wincing in pain. It was time for something more stimulating.
“Now that the back is like this, how about getting it engraved somewhere else?”
“Where else do you mean?”
“Well… for example… here.”
As he said this, the Marquis de Le Creuset grabbed Yernen’s left buttock and stretched it, revealing the buttocks bone inside.
And only then did my body, which had been motionless until then except for a slight trembling, begin to squirm in confusion.
Gulp.
I could hear someone drooling at the provocative suggestion.
“I, I’m fine.”
“I like it too!”
“Then, let us all unanimously agree to engrave the text here next.”
“The Marquis de Le Creuset is always right, yes.”
Duke Albert, who was very drunk, had already taken one foot out and was laughing heartily with his shrunken genitals sticking out of his trousers.
“I am honored that Your Highness likes me.”
The Marquis de Le Creuset gave his audience a great showmanship.
“By the way, how about engraving this next one as Namchang Hole?”
“Ugh…!”
“That sounds good!”
This time too, voices of agreement were heard here and there.
“Haha! Then I guess everyone agrees. Hey Namchang, spread your legs.”
Yernen tried to resist the hands that were forcibly spreading her buttocks apart, but it was a futile effort. The tightly clenched flesh of her buttocks was split open on both sides as if it would tear apart, revealing a dark hole that had been closed between them.
“It’s so dark. I wonder if it would be noticeable even if I engraved some letters on the side.”
“That’s true.”
There was a crackling sound of sparks and the most delicate flesh was burning. It was a pain unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
“Eww! Eww! Eww!”
Yernen twisted her whole body, unable to bear the excruciating pain. Every movement of her body pressured the large additional n1pples on her chest as if they were going to be ripped off.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Shedding tears without stopping, Yernen’s inarticulate screams leaked out through her teeth like the howls of an animal.
“Huh, huff”
Unable to hold on any longer, Yernen pushed hard enough that his buttocks cramped. Then, a large hand struck Yernen’s buttocks, which were struggling pitifully.
“Isn’t this bastard doing it right?”
“Ugh…!”
It was violence that had already hit me countless times, regardless of my head, stomach, or buttocks. However, just because I was used to it didn’t mean I didn’t feel pain. Every time a thick hand struck me, I felt like my buttocks were going to burst.
I wanted to release the strength from my buttocks right away. But if I did, the space between my buttocks would widen and I would have to experience that horrible pain again.
Anyway, everything will go as they want. I knew that this resistance was meaningless. But still, the procedure of engraving the letters between my buttocks was too painful. Too much to bear.
As Yernen was enduring the hand hitting his buttocks, not knowing what to do, he heard a familiar woman’s voice.
“The audience has come, so shouldn’t you put on a good show, Your Majesty?”
“Gallery?”
There was a time when Lizzy would say such things. It was when there were more people looking for this place and trampling on Yernen.
It was already painful enough. Having to receive the semen of more than ten men back and forth, the excruciating time would often last through the night and past dawn.
But more people are being added. Yernen couldn’t believe those horrible words and looked towards where Lizzie was standing. And.
“…!”
Yernen’s pupils contracted slightly. It was someone who knew Yernen. The man of the past, in his glorious days.
“Ugh…!”
Suddenly, my head snapped up.
“Your Majesty the Empress is right, Your Highness. Since the audience has come, you should put on a good show. It won’t be difficult. Just do as you usually do.”
“Keuheup…!”
A thick, sticky, milky substance, melted and thick inside the gag, slowly slid down his tongue and throat along his broken neck. The thick liquid quickly flowed down and blocked his throat, and Yernen had no choice but to swallow it to breathe.
“Ugh…!”
My throat moved slowly but steadily, and I felt a hot, burning liquid flowing down my esophagus and pooling somewhere inside my body.
“Okay, now. Open it.”