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Nael couldn’t see the expression clearly and lowered his head instead.

Even meeting the man’s gaze felt like being consumed entirely, leaving his whole body trembling as though paralyzed.

The man drained his glass before pulling Nael tightly against him.

His fingers delved into the tight entrance, forcefully stretching the narrow passage.

Even with just one finger, the pain was enough to bring tears to Nael’s eyes, but it wasn’t enough for the man.

Without warning, two more fingers joined, pushing the limits further.

“Hnngh… Master… It hurts…”

“If I don’t stretch it now, it’ll tear.”
A sound like flesh tearing—crunch, crackle—seemed to resonate from inside his body.

He was terrified.

He wanted to insist that this hole wasn’t made for something to go in, but he lacked the strength to protest.

Nael sat with his legs wide open on the man’s thighs, accepting his fingers.

Three fingers wriggled, playing with the hole.

As they moved inside, spreading in scissor-like motions against the inner walls, Nael twisted his hips in discomfort.

“Ah… it hurts. It feels like I’m being torn apart.”

“It doesn’t hurt. I’ll teach you.”

“Ugh, Master…”

“If it hurts, then scream.”

Tears spilled from Nael’s eyes, falling in heavy droplets.

It really hurt, but if he screamed, the baron might barge in and reprimand him harshly.

He had been hit by the baron for his mistakes before, but this was the first time his b*tt hurt.

Clenching his teeth until his jaw ached, he tried to endure.

Still, he couldn’t completely stifle the sobs that escaped.

“Hic… Hic…”

Nael’s frail crying didn’t make the man stop.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

Even following that simple command was almost too much for Nael.

His spirit, unprepared for the pain, crumbled.

The man licked away the tears trickling down from Nael’s long, golden lashes.

Unbeknownst to Nael, his tear-soaked lashes and slightly parted lips appeared intensely sensual to the man.

That face was the very reason he was putting in this much effort to steal Nael’s purity.

“Ah!”

When the man bit down on his shoulder, Nael clung even tighter to his neck.

To the man’s ears, Nael’s sob-laced moans sounded intoxicating.

A faint, sardonic smile appeared on his lips.

Nael could feel the man’s hot breaths weighing heavily against his shoulder.

The man pressed Nael’s c*ck against his own, their heated flesh touching.

Nael flinched at the sensation of something so hot and unfamiliar.

The size was incomparable to his own—it was so absurdly large that it looked less like something human and more like a weapon.

The dark, reddish c*ck was glistening with a transparent liquid.

A sticky strand dripped down, resembling the sharp fangs of a predator that had just found its prey.

“I’m going to put this in your b*tt. Got it?”

Nael’s face turned pale, almost green, as he looked at the ferocious, throbbing c*ck.

He shook his head violently, bursting into tears.

“…Ah, it won’t fit. I don’t think I can. Let’s use something else. This is too big.”

“Something else?”

The man couldn’t help but find him endearing.

How could someone be this clueless?

What if he suggested putting a fist in instead while asking for something different?

“Should I pour some alcohol into your b*tt?”

As the man held up a bottle and shook it teasingly, Nael buried his face against the man’s shoulder in fright.

“No, please! Hic. I was wrong.”

“My c*ck?”

Was this a choice between alcohol or his c*ck?

Nael wanted to wail.

From the start, there had never been any real choice for him.

The man deliberately sought confirmation.

The baron’s words lingered like an echo in his head, as if they were whispered right into his ear.

They were undeniable.

Nael took a shaky breath.

His voice, barely audible through his sobs, trembled.

“Your c*ck, master…”

At Nael’s response, the hand teasing his c*ck grew rougher.

It probed deeper, stirring the fragile inner walls mercilessly.

His heart pounded so loudly that Nael’s brows furrowed in pain.

Immersed in pitch-black fear, his tears wouldn’t stop falling.

A searing, cruel pain that felt as though his body was being split in half climbed up his spine.

Nael’s back arched, and cries resembling screams escaped his lips.

“Ah! It hurts! Hic, M-Master, please! Your hand, ugh…”

His b*tt quivered as it struggled to accommodate four fingers.

Despite Nael’s trembling, the man’s hand moved with greedy intent, thoroughly satisfying itself.

The searing inner walls, warmer than body temperature, enveloped the invading fingers snugly.

Every joint felt the slick texture clinging tightly.

“D*mn.”

The man cursed under his breath.

The moist heat of Nael’s insides was so tantalizing that if he didn’t soon thrust his c*ck inside, he felt he might spill into the air like an idiot.

His patience, stretched to its limits, was rapidly wearing thin.

The man quickly withdrew his hand.

Nael’s thighs trembled as he instinctively clenched his c*ck to fill the emptiness left behind.

Gasping, he collapsed into the man’s embrace, trying to catch his breath.

His thighs wouldn’t stop quivering, and the area around his b*tt throbbed with a dull ache.

A cool breeze slipped inside through the gap the man had forcibly stretched open.

“Ah!”

The man lifted Nael’s hips slightly and positioned the tip of his c*ck against the tight entrance.

He clicked his tongue, dissatisfied at how quickly it had tightened again after all the preparation.

“I’m going to put it in now.”

Such considerate words during an act like this.

A bitter sigh escaped Nael.

Though the man’s voice was soft, his body was a weapon.

Every part of him was forged muscle, unmarred by excess flesh.

Scars visible through the slightly parted robe hinted at the harsh life he had lived.

Nael gulped nervously. Even in the dimly lit bedroom, his figure stood out clearly.

In contrast, Nael’s body was pale and fragile.

Having barely scraped by doing menial tasks in the baron’s household, he was overwhelmed by the man’s imposing physique, trembling uncontrollably.

Between his white buttocks, he felt a mass as large as a fist pressing against him.

Shaking his head vigorously, Nael sobbed with fear.

He was terrified.

So terrified he thought he might lose his mind.

While Nael was consumed by fear, the man’s breathing remained calm, as if he was accustomed to this.

“Ah! Master, it hurts…! Ugh!”

As the man forced the tip of his c*ck inside, Nael gasped, struggling to breathe.

“Breathe.”

“Hic.”

Nael panted, weakly hitting the man’s arm with his small fist.

Instinctively, he tried to push the man away to survive, but the hard, immovable wall of muscle didn’t budge.

With his strength utterly outmatched, Nael knew he couldn’t resist.

His head tilted back, and tears streamed from his eyes, pooling in his ears.

The vibrant emerald hue of his irises dulled, and saliva dripped uncontrollably from his open mouth.

Without the man supporting his back, he would have crumpled to the floor.

“Hic…”

“Nael, relax your hips. Unless you want to cut my c*ck off.”

“I-I can’t… Ugh.”

“You can. I have to put it in, right?”

Nael’s hazy eyes, half-open, slowly turned toward the man.

His eyelids fluttered sluggishly as his muddled brain tried to process the words.

“D*mn, Nael.”

The impatient man, tired of waiting, hoisted Nael up, still holding him.

As more of the c*ck slid in, Nael convulsed like a fish skewered on a stick.

His limp hands grasped at the man’s hair before slipping away.

“Nael.”

“P-Please, please spare me, Master.”

“Alright.”

Nael begged desperately, his pleas dripping with humiliation and despair.

He felt like he wouldn’t survive, whether his body was torn apart or if the man struck him.

The man’s calm response was nonchalant, but Nael didn’t stop pleading.

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