⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
“W-wait a moment…”
“Hm?”
The cock thumped against the open hole. Atar rubbed the head against the hole, pressing his body close.
“Something you want to say?”
“Hiiik…”
A touch on a place he’d never once imagined, a feeling he’d never once imagined, poured over him. Da-on’s face went white.
Atar asked lazily, pressing the head he’d seized firmly against the hole. The round head pushed toward Da-on, and the hole stretched and shrank repeatedly.
Atar, testing the waters, narrowed his eyes. Tight.
“I wonder if you can take it properly. Since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll specially loosen your hole for you. A consideration I don’t easily bestow on a sex slave, so be grateful.”
“…”
“Ah. Tell me what you were going to say.”
“…No. Thank you.”
He gripped the bedsheet tight. Getting taken by a man. Just imagining it was revolting, but for Da-on, there was no way but to offer thanks.
It was a rear end that was going to get stuffed anyway. Then it was better to act cute than to earn pointless anger and get his back hole turned into a rag. His thigh, still split open, throbbed. Surely it wouldn’t hurt more than that.
Just endure a little. It’ll end faster than yesterday.
He just had to not throw up on the emperor’s body out of disgust. It was nothing. Just a matter of putting a cock in his asshole and taking it out. It wasn’t like he had some great chastity to protect.
Da-on breathed in long and exhaled to calm his quickening pulse. It was funny, soothing himself to receive a dick.
Atar fetched fragrant oil from the side table. With a pop, the oil’s cap opened. A rich scent of fresh flowers spread everywhere.
About to plunge the whole mouth of the small glass bottle in, Atar remembered the punishment he’d forgotten.
“Corax. Do you remember the tea you were supposed to drink yesterday?”
“Yes…”
Da-on answered, his eyes darting anxiously. He wasn’t going to make him drink tea in this situation too.
“How many cups was it total?”
“Thir… thirty-four cups.”
“Three teapots should do, then.”
Atar stood right up. He opened the bedroom door and was seen giving some order. With astonishing speed, three teapots were prepared.
He really means to make him drink it. Da-on dropped his head in resignation. The teapots weren’t big, so it wouldn’t be as hard as yesterday.
…If it’s tea with the same effect, he might make a mistake once.
Atar opened the teapot lids and poured in fragrant oil. The oil didn’t mix and floated roundly on top of the tea. Each pot was filled with oil the same way.
He lined the three teapots up on the side table. Atar lifted the foremost pot, and with his other hand spread Da-on’s buttocks apart.
“…Wh-what are you…! Atar!”
The teapot’s spout buried itself in the spread hole. A horrified Da-on cried out in a shrill voice.
“Don’t! Don’t, uugh!”
The pot tilted, and just like that, warm tea water poured inside. A shudder ran through him at the feeling of the oil-mixed tea traveling down the inner path.
He tilted the teapot relentlessly without giving the water room to go down. By the time the pot was empty, the bed was soaked with the overflowing tea.
Atar clicked his tongue.
“Can’t even take this? You’re hopeless.”
“T-take it out!”
“Relax your belly. Whatever tea water you spill, I’ll feed it right back to your mouth.” At the words that he’d put the water that overflowed from his rear hole into his mouth, Da-on bit his tongue. Fuck. Something he could never accept, even dead.
Da-on gave up shouting at Atar. He knew the more he refused, the more pitiful his own lot became.
Gathering the sheet together again, Da-on raised his hips properly high.
Atar smiled faintly and stroked the round buttocks. The oil-mixed tea made the buttocks gleam. Da-on’s appearance wasn’t far from a whore presenting herself to receive a fleshy pillar.
With that ridiculous name, “the goddess’s gift,” showing him such a lewd sight before him was quite to his liking.
Atar brought the second teapot.
This time he tilted the pot slowly, kneading Da-on’s belly so he could swallow all the tea. Thanks to that, Da-on’s back mouth gulped and gulped, dutifully drinking the tea water.
“Huuu…”
At the sensation of lukewarm water pouring in, strength kept going to the wrong places. His palms were damp with sweat.
The second teapot was soon at its bottom. Da-on, having safely swallowed a whole teapot, breathed a sigh of relief.
“Unt…!”
No sooner had his body’s tension released than the water filling his intestines sloshed. Da-on flinched and clamped his hole tight.
“Now, the last one. You can swallow it well, right?”
“Uheuk, yeees…”
Da-on answered with difficulty and adjusted his posture. Right away, the last teapot dug into his hole.
The intestines gurgling as they held the water quickly reached their limit. Even though the amount of tea he’d held wasn’t large, the short inner path was packed shut.
His belly felt bloated.
The belly that had gone flat from two days of starving was faintly swollen. It won’t go in anymore. Feeling the limit, Da-on curled his toes.
“A-Atar…”
Da-on called Atar in a voice on the verge of tears. Atar answered “Hm” calmly and tilted the pot even deeper.
Sure enough, the water left its place. The backflowed water overflowed and ran down the crease in a stream. Passing his scrotum, water beaded on his drooping cock and dripped off.
“Uheuk…!”
No, I have to hold it in, I have to.
Da-on stamped his feet lightly, struggling to catch the overflowing water. But once the waterway was breached, the stream only grew thicker, never staying held for long.
He hated the idea of drinking the water he’d held in his rear, even dead. A miserable Da-on buried his head in the sheet and raised his waist even higher. To spill even a little less water.
“Haha.”
From behind, Atar’s small laugh was heard.
Too busy clamping his back hole to pay attention to the laugh. Da-on’s body, readjusting the gathered bedsheet over and over, was pierced through in one thrust.
“…!”
At the back hole splitting without warning, Da-on’s body stiffened for an instant. A burning pain hovered below.
It felt like his body was being split in half. Crash! The teapot dropped to the floor shattered to pieces.
“Ummm… I guess it couldn’t all go in after all.”
“Heeuk!”
Atar frowned at the cock that only went halfway in. He thrust his hips once more, and Da-on threw his head back and screamed.
Atar laughed languidly like a sated lion and lightly smacked Da-on’s buttocks. The hole squirming to hold in the tea water was so wicked. He couldn’t not shove his dick in.
“A-uh… huu.”
Da-on shook his body, nodding his head like a madman.
The cock that had spread his rear taut to enter, and the tea water pushed deeper inside because of it, were hard to bear. The tea mixed with lubricant had already dug all the way to his colon.
“A-Ata, uheuk!”
Atar gripped Da-on’s pelvis firmly with both hands and continued small thrusts of his hips. Da-on panted and trembled.
Through the hole spread wide without a single wrinkle, the vicious cock went in and out.
It was playful thrusting that barely dipped the tip, but the size was the size, and it felt like being beaten with a club.
“Eheu, uk!”
“Kut… relax, Corax.”
Atar was struggling too. Grimacing, Atar struck Da-on’s rump a few times. Each time the impact hit below, tea water leaked like drool.
Atar changed angles, stabbing the inside. Each time, Da-on only struggled, never softly wrapping the cock.
“Tch. Worse than a street whore.”
Clicking his tongue, Atar pulled his hips back. The cock plugging the hole was drawn out.
“U-uhuu…”
Even with the cock removed, Da-on’s body was rigid with tension.
Da-on, his head buried, opened his eyes wide. His belly, his intestines churned. He could feel his belly trembling with gurgling sounds.
“Hmm.”
Atar watched the writhing Da-on blankly, then reached out.
There was no flesh left on the swollen belly. Atar seized Da-on’s belly as if to tear off a handful of skin.
“Hheuk!”
At Atar’s touch, the hole that had been dribbling water opened. Like a faucet turned on, clear tea water poured from his rear hole in streams.
The tea splashed everywhere. Da-on trembled, his rear spread as wide as it would go.
The expulsion lasted a not-short time. At last, having expelled all the tea, the strength left Da-on’s waist.
“Is it all over?”
“Uhuu…”
At Atar’s voice, Da-on turned his head. Da-on finally checked Atar’s state and pressed his lips shut.
The emperor, Atar — his clothes and hair were soaked with the tea Da-on had spat out.
Da-on’s fingers trembled. He was scared.
Wasn’t this Atar, who tormented him with every excuse even without reason? This time his neck would surely fall, he despaired.
Atar swept back his wet hair. The sight of him trembling in fright was funny.
“Do you have no awareness that I am the august emperor of Quantara? Ah, perhaps the sword I showed you yesterday didn’t frighten you.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Corax. I am not afraid of incurring the goddess’s wrath.” Like you are not afraid of my sword. Atar added softly, stroking Da-on’s white neck.
Da-on shrank his body and made a crying face.
“P-please give me one more chance! I won’t make a mistake this time…”
“Oho. Even the back mouth is a mouth, so you must have liked the tea’s fragrance?” Da-on nodded recklessly without properly understanding Atar’s meaning.
At that, Atar laughed low.
“There’s no more prepared tea. What a pity.”
“Please…?”
Atar’s words — no tea — sounded exactly like no more chances left.
Da-on crawled on his belly, his face pale blue. Turning his body toward Atar, Da-on bowed his upper body deep. Atar’s words came back to him.
“I-I’ll drink it all. Since I agreed to drink what I spilled…”
Da-on groped the damp bed with his hand. Drink it — but all the tea had already seeped into the blanket and mattress.
The nape of Da-on, who looked ready to lick even the mattress, was seized.
“Stop.”
Atar stopped Da-on firmly.
“How would you pick up spilled water? I’ll give you a different chance instead.” At Atar’s words, Da-on’s head snapped up. This time, Atar’s voice felt generous.
Atar sat on the bed and tapped his thigh. His cock still boasted its majesty.
“Put it in yourself, to the very root. If you succeed, I’ll spare your life.” It was a size that seemed like it could never go in. But there was no such word as never in the world. Especially not right before your neck falls.
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