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Despite it all, Nael didn’t release his hold on the man’s neck.

The only thought that occupied his mind was that he needed to please the man to make it through this night safely.

Tears streamed endlessly from his green eyes, revealing his dizzy, chaotic emotions.

“Mmnh… Hngh…”

As the force driving into him began to slow and the movements softened, his body, which had been trembling, seemed to cling to the man’s c*ck.

When the man’s c*ck withdrew slightly, the opening tightened, as though unwilling to let go.

When the man’s hips retreated, Nael’s own hips instinctively lifted to follow.

Nael pushed back the sweat-matted golden strands from his forehead.

Their eyes locked, gazes tangled in the air like threads.

The man looked at him with an intense, pure expression, making him think of a shimmering moonlit lake.

The man felt a strong urge to consume even those transparent eyes.

“Where did such a thing roll into my life?”

“Hnngh… Master… ah…”

Clear fluid dripped from Nael’s erect c*ck onto the man’s abdomen, leaving sticky trails.

‘Nael, are you spilling sugar water or something? How can it smell this sweet?’

The man chuckled softly.

“Do you want to c*m?”

Nael shyly nodded.

The man pressed a brief kiss to Nael’s rounded forehead before bearing down on Nael’s stomach.

Every nerve in Nael’s body seemed to focus on the spot where the man’s c*ck pressed.

“W-wait… Aah!”

The sensation of fireworks exploding inside him caused his head to tilt back.

His mind blinked white, then returned, only to repeat the cycle.

Nael’s entire body trembled as though seizing, unable even to produce a moan from his gaping mouth.

A sharp inhale, and the blocked air finally rushed out as milky fluid spilled between their stomachs.

The liquid smeared against the defined contours of Nael’s abdomen.

Such a small body, yet he released so much.

‘Are you gonna empty your c*ck?’

Even the man’s pubic hair was slick with Nael’s fluid, making him chuckle in disbelief.

“You’ve given me a gift, so I should return the favor.”

Before Nael’s overwhelmed body could regain its senses, before the remnants of pleasure could fade, he lay limp, half-conscious, with half-lidded eyes.

The man slipped his hands beneath Nael’s knees and pushed gently, exposing the connection between them.

Nael’s stretched opening, bruised and reddened, bore faint tears that left streaks of red on his pale skin.

“Blood…”

“It’s fine. That means you are very tight.”

Though the man spoke casually, the forgotten pain surged back with doubled intensity at his words.

Nael’s limp body began to tremble.

“Agh! It hurts, it hurts!”

“Look at me. Stay focused, Nael.”

As Nael squeezed his eyes shut in pain, the man’s dark voice cut through sharply.

Forcing his eyes open halfway, Nael tried to meet the man’s crimson gaze, but tears blurred his vision.

It felt like wandering in a dense fog as Nael searched desperately for the man’s eyes.

The previously tender tone vanished, replaced by movements clearly intended as punishment.

As though to crush Nael entirely, the man thrust harder, causing the bed to creak ominously under the strain.

It felt like it might break under the man’s force.

The opening, which had barely managed to take a few fingers before, was now enduring a c*ck as thick as an arm.

The once-lubricated passage had become dry and rough, and the stretched skin began to bleed slightly.

“Ahh…”

Even the pounding rain outside seemed to quiet.

Nael felt as if his mind and body had been disconnected.

The man’s earlier medicine seemed to help, clearing the darkness in his vision, though it flickered back intermittently.

“Hnn… it hurts, ah, it hurts…”

The man lifted Nael’s legs over his shoulders, folding his body in half.

His muscles screamed in protest from the strain of both the day’s torment and this night’s ordeal.

The man gripped Nael’s c*ck and began to stroke it.

“Please… please be gentle…”

Nael’s voice trembled as he pleaded.

His overly sensitive body, still reeling from the previous release, twitched under the rough touch of the man’s hand.

The friction stung, leaving him in discomfort.

Nael’s dazed gaze fell on the peculiar sight of his body being violated, his lower half trembling with each movement.

His attempt to grip the bedding was futile; his weakened fingers let the fabric slip away.

“Open your mouth. Wide. Stick out your tongue.”

Nael’s lips parted hesitantly, revealing the tip of his crimson tongue.

The man ordered him to open wider, his hand moving with deliberate speed.

The pink tip of Nael’s c*ck peeked out between the man’s thumb and forefinger, glistening like a ripe fruit.

Despite the rough handling, Nael’s body reacted against his will.

His abdomen tensed, and his thighs quivered in an attempt to hold back.

But it was no use.

“Ahh… I-I’m going to… again…”

“Don’t close your mouth.”

Nael’s trembling body betrayed him, and a much clearer, thinner fluid began dripping from his c*ck.

As some of it missed his mouth and dripped down his chin, the man clicked his tongue in disapproval.

With one swift motion, he swept the liquid from Nael’s chin with his finger and pushed it into his mouth.

The salty, sticky fluid spread across Nael’s tongue and slid down his throat, leaving him no choice but to swallow.

Without waiting for another command, Nael gulped it down, his lips closing instinctively.

The man patted his thigh in a rare gesture of approval.

“Good. From now on, you’ll handle your mess. Understood?”

Though unsure of the meaning, Nael nodded.

Seeing the man’s satisfied expression gave him a fleeting sense of relief.

“Are we done…?” he asked weakly.

“Not yet.”

Before he could register what was happening, Nael felt his body flipped over.

A fiery sensation erupted from behind, and dizziness set in as the sudden movement disoriented him.

His face pressed into the pillow, and his hips were raised high, leaving him exposed.

The man’s hands spread him apart, and his soft flesh yielded under the firm grip.

The man’s c*ck loomed, still imposing and unrelenting in its size.

“You haven’t even made me c*m yet.”

“Please… slow down… It feels like I’m going to break…”

Nael’s muffled cries were drowned in the pillow, his desperate plea reduced to incoherent murmurs.

He tried to reach back to loosen the grip on his waist, but the man effortlessly caught both wrists, pinning them.

Nael could do nothing but endure, his body trembling as he surrendered.

The pressure on his knees made them ache, and his toes curled involuntarily.

Powerless, tears slipped down his face, soaking into the pillow.

Sweat dripped down his spine, mixing with his sobs.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, accompanied by the creaking of the bed.

Each thrust sent waves through his abdomen, and Nael couldn’t suppress the pitiful sounds escaping his lips.

The bedframe slammed against the wall with rhythmic thuds, reverberating throughout the estate.

Surely, everyone—be it the baron, the baroness, or the servants—could hear the noise.

Yet no one came.

Shame and humiliation twisted inside Nael, making his chest tighten painfully.

“Please… I can’t take it anymore…”

“Humans don’t break that easily.”

Nael’s stomach clenched as he felt the man’s c*ck grow harder and even larger inside him.

The sensation was unbearable, and he buried his face into the pillow to muffle his cries.

With one final push, the man drove deeper, the unrelenting force causing Nael’s body to quake.

The man’s erratic breathing grew heavier, signaling the end was near.

His movements slowed, each one deliberate.

Nael felt a warmth spreading deep inside him, realizing the man had finished.

The release seemed to stretch on endlessly, filling him to the brim.

When the man finally withdrew, Nael’s body slackened, utterly spent.

The now-gaping entrance oozed a mixture of fluids, trailing down his thighs.

The odd sensation made Nael instinctively clench, but it was futile; the evidence of their actions continued to drip out.

It was over. Finally over.

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