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After laying Nael gently on the bed, the man poured oil onto his b*tt from a bottle sitting at the bedside.

The oil trickled down Nael’s hips, forming a puddle on the bed.

Even though the oil wouldn’t stop his over-stretched b*tt from tearing, it would help a little.

The man considered this sufficient mercy.

“Nael.”

“Yes…”

“Endure.”

With those words, he forced his way in with sheer strength.

It felt as though his c*ck was invading his insides, mercilessly pushing its way through.

The sensation in Nael’s pelvis was as if it were being crushed, like his lower body was being torn apart by the sharp fangs of a wild animal.

“I don’t know about this… Please, stop,” Nael pleaded desperately, but the words caught in his throat like a foreign object, unable to escape.

Nael gasped for breath, his head shaking violently, but the c*ck that had tasted his trembling inner walls pressed down on him ruthlessly.

Nael’s delicate, pretty features twisted in pain, hot tears flowing endlessly from his eyes, which were fixed blankly on the air.

The man began to thrust after only pushing in the tip.

The tight inner walls clung to him, as though slowly chewing on the c*ck.

The man relentlessly pushed, as if intent on shoving Nael’s organs upward.

Each time he forced a path, Nael’s entire body trembled.

It felt as if the lower half of his body was about to be severed.

A sharp, searing pain wrapped around him entirely.

It was as if he were struck by lightning out of a clear sky—he couldn’t even scream, only flail his hands in desperation.

When his fingers grazed the man’s arm, he clawed at it, but his nails couldn’t leave a scratch on the unyielding skin.

The brutal predator remained utterly unfazed.

“Huff… huff… I’ll… just take it,” Nael stammered out through a thick, broken voice.

His tears blurred his vision, making the man’s expression indistinct.

Wiping at his face with his palms was futile.

“It hurts… please, just kill me,” he begged.

The man cursed sharply, and Nael could only sniffle helplessly in response.

“D*mn it. You’re disgustingly tight.”

Nael didn’t resist; he swayed wherever the man’s movements took him.

The roughness of their s*x left his head spinning.

It was his first time enduring such pain, and he wanted to tell the man to stop.

That he couldn’t take any more.

That he’d rather be struck instead.

But his throat could only produce strained, ragged sounds.

His breathing hitched painfully.

Each time the c*ck that was already halfway in pushed deeper, it hurt so much he thought he might die. He wished he could just pass out.

Though there didn’t seem to be any more room, the c*ck forced its way in, carving a new path.

He was terrified that it might pierce through his navel and emerge from the other side.

“Ugh…”

“It’s all in,” the man informed him, almost mockingly.

His beast-like c*ck filled him completely.

Though Nael hadn’t eaten much all day, he felt unbearably full.

“Is it… over now?” Nael asked hesitantly.

“Ha, Nael,” the man whispered, his lips brushing against Nael’s ear.

The hot breath sent tingling shivers down his spine, making his fine hairs stand on end.

“It’s only just beginning.”

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Before Nael could even process his words, the c*ck began ravaging his insides again.

“Ah… ahh…”

The man moved relentlessly, grinding into Nael’s vulnerable insides.

Slapping sounds echoed from where their bodies met, as if he were being beaten.

Each time the man’s coarse hair brushed against him, Nael felt like his intestines might spill from his throat.

His pelvis seemed on the verge of breaking under the pressure.

He gripped the man’s shoulders tightly, his fingers trembling, but the man ignored him and continued with his single-minded focus.

The organs inside him felt as though they were being displaced, squirming as the pain in his lower body spread to his entire being.

Nael had no energy left to wipe his tears.

He lay exposed to the man’s merciless actions, praying desperately for morning to come.

When he turned his head toward the window, he despaired at the sight of the still-dark night sky.

The man grabbed his chin, forcing him to face forward.

“Don’t turn your head.”

His jaw ached from the grip, but Nael clung to a shred of hope.

If he could just survive the night, he might escape this room and return to his normal life when the sun rose.

A loud smack rang out, and his ears went numb.

A high-pitched ringing drowned out all sound. Nael cradled his stinging cheek, his head snapping to the side.

The man said something, but Nael couldn’t make it out.

He only saw the anger etched across the man’s face, the furrowed brows making Nael’s heart sink.

When the man raised his hand again, Nael clasped his own hands together in a desperate plea.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

Though he had thought being struck might be better, even a single blow was unbearable.

The man’s strikes were too harsh and brutal.

“I won’t look away anymore. I’ll only look at you, Master.”

The man’s hips moved even more aggressively, shaking Nael’s insides violently.

Nael kicked his feet in response, but when he struck the man’s leg, the man simply chuckled as if it tickled and continued his assault.

Nael’s tear-streaked, swollen face didn’t look away from the man.

He had no intention of defying him.

He didn’t want to provoke his anger.

If he stayed quiet and endured the night like he was dead, maybe he could return to normal tomorrow.

“Hngh…”

Nael did something he thought the man might like.

He wrapped his trembling arms around the man’s thick neck and clasped his hands together.

He struggled to suppress his sobs, trying to appear as if he wasn’t crying.

“Heh, so you do know how to be cute,” the man remarked, making Nael awkwardly force a smile.

His round cheeks lifted unnaturally.

“Should I give you a gift?”

“Ah….”

As the c*ck teased the opening and touched a particular spot, a faint moan escaped from Nael’s lips.

The man chuckled lowly and moved his hips in a slow, deliberate motion.

It was a gentler movement than before.

When the head of the c*ck persistently pressed against a specific point, Nael’s body, which had been slack, showed signs of life.

His flushed face, red from heat, carried a confused expression in his deer-like eyes, as though he couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

The man’s chest burned with an intense longing at Nael’s innocent and naive face.

A crying face that was too beautiful.

It made him want to torment him.

The man’s desires were painfully simple.

“Ahh… P-please, take it out. Something’s wrong. This isn’t…”

“It’s good, isn’t it? See? It’s not strange at all, Nael. I told you I’d make you feel good.”

“Good? It’s… good?”

“That’s right. Just feel it.”

Nael’s c*ck twitched and stood rigidly, swollen with heat.

Clear fluid leaked from the tip of his c*ck toward his navel.

Without realizing it, Nael began to move his hips slightly on his own, ignoring the c*ck filling his opening.

“Ahn…”

The man couldn’t help but laugh as Nael’s c*m brushed against his firm abdomen.

“Why? Hnngh… ahh…!”

“You’re doing well.”

Nael didn’t understand what he was doing well, but the man didn’t seem displeased.

Foreign moans poured uncontrollably from Nael’s parted lips.

He wanted to clamp his mouth shut.

He never imagined such sounds could come from himself.

He bit down on his teeth tightly, trying to muffle the sounds, but unfamiliar noises still tormented his ears.

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