Atar stroked his own chin. Taking on an air of deliberation, he broke into a bright smile.
“Aha. How about we start by changing my sleeping clothes. Having your hands on the emperor’s body would be a great honor too.”
“Use, my ass! If you don’t want to tell me, fine! I’ll go find it myself!” Unable to take it anymore, Da-on screamed.
Playing with people like this. He was already at his limit holding in his urge to piss. He had no way left to hold it any longer. Da-on turned around and strode off.
“…Better not to act as you please.”
At the chilling voice of Atar, a hair-raising metallic sound rang out — sring.
Sring?
Before he could identify the source of the sound, Da-on’s head snapped backward.
“Ack!”
Grabbed roughly by the hair, Da-on screamed and crashed down.
He landed hard on his butt, and his nether regions went numb.
He barely managed to tighten his belly and avoid an accident. Checking first whether he’d wet himself, Da-on glared daggers.
Before his fiercely raised eyes could reach Atar, a glittering light sliced across Da-on’s vision.
Clang!
“…!”
A sharp sword flew and embedded itself between Da-on’s splayed legs as he lay sprawled. The blade struck the marble floor with a sharp ring.
Startled, Da-on couldn’t even scream, his eyes wide. He felt heat on his thigh where the blade had touched. His heart dropped.
The sword, narrowly missing his vitals, grazed his thigh and struck the floor. Where the blade had touched, his skin flushed hot.
Atar leaned down, both hands still gripping the hilt. The point planted on the floor bore his weight. The large bulk pressing down tilted the point slightly, carving a deeper wound into Da-on’s thigh.
Something warm flowed down his thigh.
Blood flowing from the split wound, and yellow, transparent liquid spreading across the floor, mixing with the blood. Before the smell of blood, the musky smell of urine reached his nose first.
Da-on wet himself and met Atar’s eyes as he folded his body and looked down at him. More precisely, he didn’t dare look away.
“Who taught you? Tashishi?” Atar asked, leaning deeper.
Curly golden hair fell over Da-on. In the faint shadow, only Atar’s red eyes burned.
“Hff…”
“You weren’t even taught the basics.”
Da-on scooted his trembling body backward. He looked exactly like prey cornered.
Atar clicked his tongue shortly. Not answering when the emperor asks. How impudent did he intend to be?
Atar thought of the slippery Tashishi and frowned. He could picture the bastard coming out shamelessly with “teaching him would be the joy of it, Your Majesty, is he not a gift from the goddess?”
“Education, you mean…?”
Atar slowly withdrew the sword.
The wet clothes were red all over. As the touching blade pulled away, blood gushed up.
It was a wound that needed urgent treatment, but Da-on was too far gone in panic to even feel the pain.
Da-on gasped, pale as a sheet. Watching him, Atar’s eyes gleamed with amusement.
Atar’s gaze traveled downward. The sole of his sandal was getting wet.
“Potty training first, then.”
***
“Hff, hngh…”
The room filled with damp sobbing.
Most of the layers he’d worn were already stripped off and strewn on the floor. Da-on, with only a couple of thin tops on, had his lower body completely exposed.
Da-on sniffled and looked down at his nether regions.
The bandage tied tight over the wound was already dirty. Even the top he barely had on was so damp that wringing it would drip water.
With trembling hands he pulled his robe hem down. The long, trailing hem stuck to his flaccid cock.
A shadow fell over Da-on, who was stubbornly covering his cock.
“What are you doing?”
Atar’s voice came from above his head.
Da-on flinched and looked up, terrified. Just hearing his voice made the wound on his thigh throb.
Atar looked down, not a hair out of place. In Atar’s scarred hand was a white teapot painted with a crow.
“Did I permit you to rest?”
“Hngh…”
Da-on whimpered and grabbed the cup he’d set on the floor. As he lifted it with shaking hands, Atar poured tea into the empty cup with a gentle stream.
The cup filled to the brim. Green tea water rose plump over the round rim.
How many times had he drunk this tea? He’d given up counting after twenty.
He said it was a strongly diuretic tea. For three hours, Atar had ceaselessly fed Da-on tea and made him have accidents.
When the urge grew strong enough to ache his lower belly, Atar pressed his belly or gave it a light kick, driving Da-on to his limit. Now from the tip of Da-on’s cock came no stink of urine at all, only clear water bursting out.
Whenever he had an accident, Da-on had to strip off his clothes and wipe the floor with them directly. As a result of repeated accidents, Da-on looked like a drenched mouse.
“What are you doing. Drink up.”
When Da-on just sat there holding the teacup, Atar frowned.
He couldn’t bring himself to put the cup to his lips. Just smelling the tea now made him gag. Da-on twisted his lips and rolled his eyes.
The sword still gleamed, propped against one wall. Atar crossed his arms with a stern expression.
Looking back and forth between the sword and Atar, Da-on had no choice but to open his mouth.
“That’s it.”
Glug, glug. At the sight of him holding his breath and gulping the tea in one go, Atar smiled with satisfaction.
He forced the tea down and let out a strained, “Phew.” Before Da-on could collect himself, his wrist was caught and lifted.
“Time for another cup?”
“Heek…!”
Atar grinned and poured tea into the empty cup once more. Da-on panicked and quickly pulled his arm back.
Crash!
Yanking his hand away hastily, the cup fell straight to the floor. The luxurious cup shattered, ringing with a sharp crack.
“Oh dear. How many cups has he broken now?” Atar gazed at Da-on with pity.
Da-on looked up at Atar’s face, grinding his teeth. Looking at him like that, he’d casually pull out a new teacup like it was nothing.
His insides felt full of water, sloshing. He didn’t even want to swallow his own spit, let alone any liquid.
Da-on put both hands on the floor and crawled on his belly toward Atar. A shard of the broken cup stabbed his palm.
“I can’t drink any more.”
He’d said it to Atar many times already. Each time, Atar had only worn a cold expression, never giving any real response. This time was the same.
Da-on let tears fall drop by drop, clutching at Atar’s trousers.
“Really! I can’t drink any more, okay?”
Atar clicked his tongue and lowered himself.
Squatting before Da-on, Atar laid a hand on his round head. Having to teach even these basic things. Who could call this a gift?
“Listen well. In front of me, the words ‘can’t’ and ‘won’t’ are forbidden.”
“Hngh…”
Did that mean he couldn’t even speak of it? Da-on wept thick tears in misery.
At this rate, his body might go pop like a balloon. Da-on let both corners of his mouth droop and stammered.
“I, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
At the thoroughly cowed apology, Atar smiled brightly.
“Also forbidden: laying those filthy hands on my royal person.” Da-on dropped the hand clutching his trouser leg with a damp face.
“Y-yes, sorry… AACK!”
The scream burst out before the mechanical apology even ended. Da-on’s hair had been grabbed in a fist.
Swallowing his groan, Da-on staggered to his feet. His body was already heavy, and with strength forced into it, his stomach churned.
“How about serving me in the bath? You’ve dared defile my royal body, so a flogging would be right, but for the sake of the goddess Anais’s name, I’ll be lenient.”
“…th-thank you.”
Da-on gripped Atar’s hand that held his hair in a twist. Contrary to the gesture that tried somehow to shake the hand off, a greeting slipped from his mouth.
Atar strode toward the bathroom, still holding Da-on by the hair. Da-on walked with the feeling of being dragged to a slaughterhouse.
The bathroom attached to the bedchamber was enormous anyway. Bath tubs steaming everywhere, grand enough to put any public bathhouse to shame.
Atar threw Da-on onto the bathroom tiles as if tossing a bundle.
“Ugh!”
At the huge impact, Da-on curled his body into a ball. Water dribbled from the tip of his flaccid cock. Da-on strained his belly and barely held his urine in.
Leaving Da-on rolling on the floor, Atar slowly undressed. The fabric rustled softly.
Naked in no time, Atar walked past Da-on. Da-on watched Atar’s movements with hazy eyes.
Clatter, clatter, splash…
He couldn’t tell what he was doing. His whole body ached as if beaten, and his bladder, tautly swollen, clouded his mind. Da-on closed his eyes tight and focused all his mind on holding in his urge.
Not long after, hot water poured over Da-on’s head.
Startled, Da-on thrashed like a live fish and sat up.
“Stay still. You’d serve my bath with that filthy body?” Atar kept Da-on standing still and poured clean water over him several times. Da-on pressed his palms tightly together and pressed his nails into them. If he had an accident here too, he’d be in big trouble.
Once Atar had cleaned Da-on’s body, he dragged him to the largest bath.
Atar first sank deep into the bath. Water at just the right temperature overflowed and wet Da-on’s feet.
On one side of the bath was a shelf full of cleansing supplies like soap. Atar pointed at the shelf with his chin.
“Need me to teach you how to use them?”
“N-no.”
He had no time to waste listening to explanations. Da-on, desperate to get permission to relieve himself as soon as possible, rummaged through the shelf recklessly.
He grabbed whatever came to hand — soap, shower towels. Da-on quickly worked up a lather and slapped the towel onto Atar’s shoulder with a splat.
The urge felt bearable, then surged back in waves like the tide. Anxious, Da-on rubbed and scrubbed Atar’s body any which way. Far too careless for bath service.
“Stop.”
Atar, who’d been watching Da-on’s performance for a moment, stopped him. Da-on’s hand halted upright.
Atar’s gaze lingered a moment on the white hand on his chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he unconsciously swallowed. Atar raised his eyebrows and looked up at Da-on.
“No talent for bath service either, I see.”
“I’m sorry…”
At this rate, forget getting permission to relieve himself — he’d end up wetting himself in front of the emperor again.
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