Da-on gripped the shower towel tight. Atar rose from the bath and sat on its outer edge. Water overflowed once more, tickling Da-on’s toes.
Watching Da-on stand there enduring like a scolded child, Atar opened his mouth slowly.
“Only one use remains. What to do with you?”
“I’ll do my best!”
“That’s it.”
Atar beckoned Da-on closer with a flick of his hand.
Da-on pressed his body close with an eager expression. Moving his body at Atar’s beckoning, before he knew it, Da-on was kneeling in front of Atar.
Atar perched on the edge of the bath, Da-on kneeling before him. As the arrangement turned strange, things he hadn’t noticed came into view.
…What is that size?’
Da-on swallowed dry air and pulled his upper body back. The cock Atar was kneading hard was no ordinary size.
It was like being struck on the head with a club — his mind snapped awake.
From the moment the sword blade dug into his thigh, Da-on hadn’t been able to judge the situation properly.
Forcing down tea and wetting himself over and over, kneeling before a strange man’s cock — how abnormal was all of it?
“Ugh…”
Seeing the cock twitching with veins bulging thick, Da-on bit his lip hard. Added to his already churning stomach came nausea. It was revolting.
“Now, if you satisfy me, I’ll permit you to relieve yourself.”
“…”
The moment he heard that word, his lower belly clenched. As if his insides had ears, his bladder convulsed at the word “permit.”
The sword still flashing, Atar who wielded it — he was scared, and he still needed to piss. As always, dealing with the bodily function came before judging the situation.
After a very short hesitation, Da-on laid a hand on Atar’s thigh.
He reached out recklessly to grab Atar’s cock. But Atar grabbed Da-on’s chin first.
“Mouth.”
“…”
“Open it.”
At Atar’s command, Da-on obediently parted his lips.
Sucking a man’s cock. Something he’d never imagined even once. Just as self-loathing crept in, a thought sprang up in defiance.
So what, did you ever imagine pissing yourself in front of a man?’ Da-on held his breath and took the head of the cock big into his mouth. It wasn’t as repulsive as he’d thought.
With the glans in his mouth, he spat and sucked it repeatedly. Da-on had never even received a blowjob, let alone masturbated often. There was no way he was skilled at this.
He swallowed the glistening, saliva-slick glans once more and raised his eyes. He’d meant it as devotion, but Atar’s expression was nothing but bored.
There goes his permission to piss again. Da-on anxiously met Atar’s eyes, cheeks bulging as he swallowed the cock.
Atar let out a small sigh and reached out.
Atar gripped the back of Da-on’s head with one hand and pushed his thumb into the cramped mouth with the other.
“Truly no talent for night service either.” “Sho, shorry…”
Da-on apologized, mumbling around the cock.
Atar looked at Da-on pitifully.
So, was he sucking a cock or tickling it? He seemed to have no idea how to use his tongue. He didn’t even think to hide his teeth. Did he realize he was wasting the emperor’s precious time?
Atar raised his eyebrows and firmly seized Da-on’s head.
“Ugh… gluhk!”
Da-on’s head bent forward and the cock rammed deep into his throat. His chin, reflexively closing, was held wide open by Atar’s hand.
Since he seemed to have no idea how to satisfy a man on his own, his remaining use was as a hole.
At the foreign intrusion, saliva soaked out and his tongue thrashed, trying to push the shaft away. Now this was getting interesting.
Atar thrust his hips a few more times just like that. Each time the cockhead struck his throat, Da-on twisted his body.
When he drove deep into the throat once more, the uvula was properly crushed.
Da-on, trembling, with his mouth held helplessly open, shoved Atar away hard. Where that strength came from was a wonder.
“Urggh, blehh!”
Shoving Atar away and falling backward, Da-on buried his face in the floor. The tea water filling his stomach reversed.
Da-on vomited as if to throw up all the tea he’d drunk. With nothing eaten, only stomach-acid-mixed tea water dirtied the bathroom tiles.
“Keugh, whek!”
Even after throwing up all the tea water, he dry-heaved several times. Barely stopping the retching, Da-on dropped his head to the floor.
“Hngh, heek…”
Even his breathing came out ragged and pathetic. Da-on, heaving his chest weakly, suddenly went stiff.
The urine he’d been desperately holding burst. Once his strength gave out, the stream of piss shot out violently as if a dam had broken.
With no will left to hold it, he let out all his urine. Da-on, having given up, slapped the back of his hand on his forehead.
Everything was the worst.
He hadn’t gotten permission — what now?
He wanted to just pass out. A sliver of fear — that he’d crossed the emperor’s temper again — lifted Da-on’s heavy eyelids.
Da-on blankly studied Atar’s expression.
Atar held his chin with one hand, looking either shocked or deep in thought. In the bastard’s red pupils there was…
Da-on doubted his eyes for a moment.
For in Atar’s red pupils hung a strange amusement.
“Done with your business?”
Atar asked in a tone like he was holding back laughter. Da-on gave no answer.
“I haven’t permitted you to relieve yourself yet. Should I put you in a diaper, or plug the hole?” Muttering, Atar lifted his foot. He stepped on Da-on’s belly and put weight into it.
“Kuh, hngh…!”
Da-on’s breath caught. Strong pressure bore down on his belly. His knees jerked, and the remaining urine trickled from his limp cock.
Watching the sight, Atar wore a pitying expression.
“Oh dear, Corax. You must show dignity worthy of your name.”
“Ugh, your foot…”
Da-on wrapped his hands around Atar’s ankle and dug his nails in. Unbothered, Atar stomped the belly skin a few more times.
“Ah. Is this dignity worthy of the name? Well. Birds never could control their bladders, after all.”
“Fuh…”
Fuck. Da-on rolled the curse on his tongue, unable to let it out.
Atar laughed merrily and pulled Da-on upright.
Da-on stood up awkwardly and leaned on Atar. His body that had rolled in filth, just as it was. Defiling the emperor’s body was… what was it again? Exhaustion snapped his thoughts off one by one.
Atar lifted Da-on in his arms and put him in the tub. Plunging into the water, Da-on floundered before finding his place. Red blood seeped from the wounds all over his body, spreading in the water.
Should I just shove his head in too? Wondering, Atar settled for pouring water over his head instead. Da-on, grown gaunt beyond recognition in a few hours, looked like he might faint.
“I, I’ll do it…”
Da-on, flinching every time water was poured, pushed Atar away. The dignity that had survived without dying raised its head.
At the feeble hands pushing him away, Atar felt displeasure. Wondering whether to get angry, he smiled brightly.
“Corax. Shall we do that ‘act’ again?”
“Yes?”
“From now on, you’re a pillar. Duration… until you leave this bath.”
“…?”
Bewildered, Da-on squirmed. Atar firmly grabbed Da-on’s body and sat him upright.
Have to play along with that unfunny joke again? The hours a few hours ago, having to hold his urge before so many people, flashed past.
He’d already let out a good amount, so there was no urge left to hold.
“For every tiny movement, every word spoken, a teacup will be added.”
“…Yeees.”
“One cup.”
So he wasn’t even to answer. At the cup added from the start, Da-on pressed his lips shut. Having to stay still with this emperor bastard behind him. Anxiety washed over him.
Confirming that Da-on was tense, Atar lowered his hand without hesitation.
“Huh…!”
At the touch passing his cock and parting his buttocks, Da-on sucked in his breath.
Atar felt along the wrinkled hole. Tightly closed — just as Tashishi had hinted beforehand, it seemed to be a virgin body.
At the touch feeling out the shape of the wrinkles, Da-on moved without realizing. Atar’s wrist was caught.
“Three cups.”
Atar said, resting his chin on Da-on’s shoulder.
He’d tried to push away Atar, who was fondling an improper place. But frightened by the growing number of teacups, Da-on slowly lowered his hand.
At Da-on immediately turning docile, Atar chuckled. An irritating laugh.
Atar pushed his finger into the hole as he was.
“…!”
Da-on screamed inwardly at the unfamiliar sensation. Everything was shocking, but he couldn’t recklessly lower his head to check below.
The finger that had been feeling the inside grew to two. Atar turned his head and stared intently at the stiff Da-on’s face. The fingers packed tight inside spread, and water hotter than body temperature rushed in.
“Hss…!”
Da-on shuddered at the creepy sensation.
“Four cups.”
Atar mercilessly increased the number of teacups.
Still only a verbal punishment, but to Da-on it felt like a death sentence.
The hole squirmed, trying to push out the unfamiliar intruder. He tried to hold it in, but it wouldn’t easily hold. Atar, who’d been toying with the hole at will, let out a long sigh.
“Haa. What kind of pillar in the world bites down on a finger?”
“I, I can’t help it…”
Da-on grumbled his complaint, wronged. Did he have to be scolded even for the parts he couldn’t control?
The hole that had never taken a man clamped down as if to bite the finger off. Atar’s brow furrowed.
He could have slammed in hard enough to tear the hole, but that would be quite a hassle on his end too.
Atar rose. As the finger slipped out from below, Da-on felt relief.
Too early to feel relieved. Atar’s eyebrow twitched as he brought over a toy of long-strung beads from under the shelf.
Da-on didn’t seem to know what the toy in Atar’s hand was. Atar pointed at the edge of the bath and said,
“Hands on, turn around.”
At the words, Da-on’s face — full of nothing but exhaustion — cracked. No matter how ignorant, these were the words of a man who’d just been fingering his backside. Da-on wasn’t stupid enough not to know what they meant.
Atar thought as he ran his eyes over each bead.
More trouble than an ordinary sex slave by far. Anyone else would have prepared themselves.
Clicking his tongue, Atar spread Da-on’s hole himself. It was, after all, the goddess’s gift he’d barely obtained. He meant to strip Corax of everything and then decide the bastard’s treatment.
Thankfully, the foolish Corax seemed to have a minimum of sense.
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