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When Nael wriggled and tried to escape, the pressure on his back intensified.

Finally, a thick finger forced its way into the tight space, which tensed reflexively.

“Ugh…”

The unprepared area was crudely explored, and Nael’s body trembled and twisted under the unfamiliar and invasive sensation.

He gasped for air as the pressure on his chest made it harder to breathe, instinctively tensing his lower abdomen.

The man, dissatisfied with Nael’s weak resistance, asked in a low voice, “Do you want to stop and leave?”

“Mm…”

Nael thought it might be better if the man simply hit him.

From the beginning, what the baron had told him was to serve at night or, if worse came to worst, endure being beaten and avoid being thrown out.

So Nael resolved to endure, even if it felt like his bones were breaking, as long as he could protect his sister.

This man was the type who could just as easily do this to his sister.

There was no room for hesitation.

Nael shook his head weakly.

“I’m… I’m sorry… Please don’t throw me out… I beg you.”

The man added another finger.

Despite only two thick fingers entering, it felt as if his insides were being torn apart.

Nael’s thighs quivered under the invasive sensation.

He clenched his toes and tightly shut his eyes as his tender inner walls were relentlessly pressed and scraped.

He worried his body might tear apart, but all he could do was endure if he wanted to remove the man’s suspicions.

After what felt like an eternity, the fingers tormenting his inner walls were withdrawn.

“Nothing. I thought the baron might have slipped in poison or something.”

As the pressure on his back disappeared, Nael collapsed and sniffled, his face flushed red.

The man observed Nael’s prolonged sobbing with confusion and asked, “Why are you crying?”

At the seemingly innocuous question, Nael flinched and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

He bit his trembling lips to stop the tears and tried to steady his heaving chest.

Finally, in a voice he couldn’t fully hide the quaver from, he replied, “I won’t cry… Master.”

The man handed Nael a small bottle.

Nael accepted it, looking up at him with tearful eyes, unsure of its purpose.

“Drink it. It’ll keep you from fainting.”

“Fainting?”

“Yes. I don’t need someone who collapses like a limp rag. If you don’t want it, you can leave.”

It was the worst.

This man had even prepared medicine to ensure his victims wouldn’t pass out during punishment.

It was a chilling realization, plunging Nael further into despair.

Nael opened the bottle with trembling hands and drank it in one go.

The liquid had a faint fruity flavor.

Though it was his first time drinking it, he figured it wouldn’t kill him, offering a sliver of comfort.

As he braced himself, the man’s voice fell over him like an unyielding command.

“Stand up.”

Nael stood, covering himself with his hands, his head hanging low.

His eyes darted nervously as he chewed his lower lip, unsure of what the man wanted.

The man regarded Nael with a detached gaze.

His fair, soft skin and slender body lacked any muscle to speak of.

Everything about him suggested he had never been touched by another man before.

The man’s expression shifted into one of satisfaction, like a predator finding a fascinating new prey.

“Do you know what men do together?”

“Huh? N-No…”

The man’s fingertips teased Nael’s spine, slowly trailing downward.

Every spot he touched seemed to draw all of Nael’s nerves to it, making his body flinch and tremble.

The only sound filling the air was the patter of rain, and the man remained silent.

His hand, which had been playing along Nael’s back, moved toward the hand Nael was using to cover his chest.

With a casual flick against the back of Nael’s hand, the man startled him, causing Nael’s eyes to dart around nervously.

“Move it.”

The man’s steel-like voice shattered any will to resist.

Taking a deep breath, Nael moved his hand behind his back.

“Ugh…”

The man’s fingers flicked against Nael’s n*pple.

It stung and felt strange, but above all, it was humiliating.

A small droplet formed on Nael’s pink n*pple and dripped down.

The hand that had flicked his npple moved lower, reaching his btt.

As if checking what was inside, the man kneaded and pressed them, only pausing when Nael let out a soft groan.

“Hng…”

Amused by the reaction, the man wrapped his hand around Nael’s b*tt.

When Nael, flustered, tried to pull back his hips, a sharp slap echoed, and his b*tt was struck.

Even with just one hit, his b*tt stung.

“Don’t move.”

Nael nodded slightly, and with that signal, the man’s hand began to move back and forth.

The hand, which had initially gripped gently, now roughly worked Nael’s c*ck.

The skin felt as though it would peel under the intense pressure, making Nael wince.

Though it hurt as if his btt would be torn off, his cck began to respond, slowly rising under the man’s relentless touch.

Any attempt by Nael to move resulted in a fresh smack to his b*tt.

“Ah!”

Nael’s small c*ck burned with heat.

The shame of having his c*ck harden while being spanked overwhelmed him.

He couldn’t understand what the man wanted, but as blood rushed to his c*ck, Nael twisted his hips.

Despite the relentless spanking, his arousal refused to subside and instead grew, exactly as the man seemed to intend.

The man’s hand was so large that even Nael’s c*ck in its erect state could fit entirely within his grip.

“Even your c*ck is small and cute. And it’s pink too.”

“Ahh… Master, this is… strange. Please, your hand… your hand…”

“My hand what?”

“Stop… Stop touching me. You can just hit me directly. This is too strange… Hng.”

The man let out a faint chuckle.

To think such an innocent thing was brought to him.

D*mn that baron—had he lost his mind?

Ignoring Nael’s pleas, the man moved his hand faster.

The small cck emitted a lewd, squelching sound as it dripped pre-cmmed.

Nael, his face flushed red, looked up and met the man’s gaze.

Seeing Nael’s melted expression, a darker desire stirred within the man.

The plan to just tease him a little and send him away changed.

“Hng… Master, please… stop… Ah!”

Nael’s hips quivered. He was nearing his climax.

The man’s hand moved even faster on his c*ck.

Unable to bear it, Nael, who had been wiggling his toes helplessly, suddenly grabbed the man’s wrist.

“Hng!”

Nael’s cck twitched in the man’s hand, spurting cloudy smen.

Startled, Nael dropped to his knees, unsure of what to do.

The c*ck, which had just released, was now half-shrunken and dangling awkwardly.

“I-I’m sorry. Let me clean it up right away.”

The overwhelming thought of having made a mistake overshadowed any pleasure from release.

Nael, flustered, crawled on his knees to retrieve the robe he had set aside earlier and returned in the same manner.

With careful attention, he began wiping the man’s hand, but the sticky remnants of his release clung stubbornly.

“Nael.”

At the sound of the man’s voice, Nael looked up.

His drooping eyes glistened with unshed tears, reflecting his nervousness.

“Are you tense?”

“Pardon?”

The man poured himself a drink and downed it in one go.

The sharp scent of the liquor masked the faint, floral scent lingering from Nael’s earlier release.

“Come here.”

Cautiously, Nael moved closer on his knees.

His overheated c*ck, abused by the man earlier, throbbed uncomfortably.

He clasped his hands together to cover himself, only for the man to reach out and seize his wrist.

In an instant, Nael found himself perched on the man’s thigh, his wide, green eyes blinking in confusion.

His gaze reflected nothing but pure bewilderment.

“Between men, you see…”

Nael’s attention was captured by the man’s voice.

His crimson lips parted slowly, whispering into Nael’s ear.

The man’s hands had already found their way to Nael’s rounded backside, gripping it firmly.

His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, squeezing until it bulged between them.

They teased the dry, wrinkled entrance hidden within.

“Ah…!”

“This is where it’s done.”

“Ahhh… It hurts, Master… Hngh.”

The man smirked, lifting only one corner of his lips.

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