⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content, violence.
“What are you doing? Strip.”
At the order, jerked at him with a tilt of the chin, Da-on silently took hold of his ties. While he fumbled several times, peeling off the layered garments one by one, Atar merely loosened his own front.
Stripped, the state of the clothes was a sight — torn here and there, stained with dust and blood, no better than rags. Da-on, who had worn nothing underneath, began slowly folding the clothes. His head hung low; his fingertips trembled finely as he folded.
“What are you doing?”
“……”
A blunt glans poked at Da-on’s cheek. Da-on paused his hands for a moment, then went back to what he was doing.
Even Da-on didn’t know why he was tidying clothes he’d never bothered with. His head had just been foggy, his stomach bad, and waiting for Atar’s orders with nothing to do was too hard. Feeling the cock prodding his cheek, Da-on kept slowly folding clothes.
“…Fine, good.”
Atar lifted his chin and lowered his eyes — the tone of a man saying, let’s see how far you go.
He just left the cock rubbing against his cheek and hair alone. Even moving his hands very slowly, all the clothes were soon folded neatly. With no more clothes to fold, Da-on’s hands opened and closed on empty air. His cold fingertips had gone white.
“You’re not testing me to see how long I’ll wait, I hope.”
At Atar’s irritated words, Da-on obediently turned around. Kneeling on the bed, Da-on opened his mouth.
“Urk…!”
The cock came in without warning, striking the inside of his cheek. Gripping Da-on’s hair hard, Atar thrust his hips a few times as if using a masturbation toy. The thick cock jabbed at will near his uvula.
“Kkh, uuugh!”
Suffocating, Da-on bared his teeth without meaning to. The moment teeth touched, the cock filling his mouth pulled out at once.
“Huuuk…!”
As he gasped for suppressed breath, a thick hand flew onto his twitching cheek. Slap—! With a tearing sound, stars burst before his eyes. Da-on sucked in a false breath and hurriedly lifted his head.
Atar waited until Da-on sat upright, then raised his hand high again. Under the shadow falling over his face, Da-on’s pupils widened hugely.
Slap, slap!
He was struck on the same cheek several times.
If his posture crumpled he had to right himself before it was too late; if his head snapped, he had to snap it straight back at once. His nose had started bleeding again at some point; his whole face was red and blotchy.
Atar’s patience had run out while the clothes were being folded. If he’d been asked to wait until Da-on gathered himself — fine, he could have waited. But that wasn’t how Atar handled beasts.
This wasn’t violence; it was education. Wasn’t he beating him with the consideration not to knock out teeth or burst eyeballs?
With each slap, Atar stared steadily into Da-on’s eyes. He kept raising his hand until ‘fear’ was clearly engraved in those two black pupils.
When Da-on’s gaze had gone dull to exactly Atar’s liking, Atar stopped hitting him. He cupped Da-on’s chin and gazed quietly into his eyes. Trembling, Da-on didn’t dare avoid Atar’s eyes.
The blood-smeared, glistening palm came close. Da-on squeezed his eyes shut on reflex, then caught himself and forced his eyelids open. The instinct to escape violence only invited another blow.
“Corax. When you have my cock in your mouth, you mustn’t bare your teeth.” Atar murmured in a coaxing, almost tender voice. His filthy, blood-painted hand roamed Da-on’s face.
So it was the teeth.
Only then did Da-on understand why he’d been hit. He swallowed hard and nodded.
His exhaled breaths were unsteady. Watching Atar lightly grip and knead his own cock, Da-on clutched the bedsheet.
‘This time, be careful. Never let teeth touch…’ Repeating it as if engraving the words into his head, he opened his mouth.
Da-on did his best to meet Atar’s demands. But there was no end of things to be ‘educated’ about besides not letting teeth touch, the tense Da-on kept making mistakes, and today Atar had no intention of looking on him indulgently.
***
The horribly long night passed.
Gray dawn. Da-on, not even permitted to lose consciousness at will, blinked his half-open eyes. His ruined body lay sprawled on the bed however it had fallen.
He couldn’t even tell what hurt and what didn’t. Honestly it hardly mattered. Da-on just lay limp, opening and closing his eyelids. He wanted to faint dead away, but the blows that had followed his closed eyes came to mind, and he didn’t have the courage to let go.
His vision was dim, his ears muffled. Strange. Why were his ears like this? Da-on thought it, but just lay there insensibly. Apart from having no strength to twitch a fingertip, he simply didn’t care.
Beyond his muffled eardrums came noise. It was Atar, come out after washing alone. He didn’t sleep, but readied himself to go out at once.
Perfectly dressed, Atar came close to the bed. After looking at the collapsed Da-on a moment, he lightly took Da-on’s carelessly outstretched index finger.
Atar rolled his eyes lazily. The bedding stained with blood and fluids looked better thrown away. But the most ruined thing on the bed was something else.
“Corax.”
“…”
Atar called, almost tenderly, to the Da-on so ruined his original skin color could hardly be told.
Da-on’s body twitched as if answering the call. He wanted to say yes. But between his gaping lips only a faint metallic sound leaked.
Atar looked at him like a broken lump of machinery. Most badly broken — so shouldn’t it be thrown away first? Stroking the bruise-blotched cheek with the back of his hand, Atar whispered,
“I’ll let you know how precious what you’ve been enjoying was.”
“…”
Da-on’s twitching lips quietly closed.
What if he turned violent again? Da-on squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them. His blurry vision cleared a little. During it all, Atar had stressed many times not to turn his eyes away at will. So this time too Da-on steadily gazed at the face like a well-sculpted statue.
Atar’s lips curved.
He should have acted like this from the start. How foolish he’d been, handling Corax like some precious treasure. If he’d educated him properly from the beginning, there would have been no turning away from the emperor so carelessly as yesterday, and he wouldn’t have felt this displeasure.
Atar summoned someone and ordered Da-on moved.
The summoned escort knight looked bewildered, but soon lifted Da-on’s naked body, wrapped in a blanket.
Only then did Atar’s hand, still holding Da-on’s finger, withdraw. Atar, rubbing his index finger and thumb together as if missing the vanished touch, raised an eyebrow.
‘This is what comes of giving a mere sex slave the corner of my bed.’ Thinking so, Atar watched the carried-away Da-on for a long while.
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