The transmigrator is a masochist to the Seven Lords chapter 24

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Whish, cutting through the air, the whip struck the middle of his back once more, making Hayden’s feet curl up.

“Hiuk, I hate this…”

“It seems a couple of lashes won’t fix your stupid habit.”

Lashes followed the irritated words.

The whip fell irregularly on his arms, stomach, and thighs, creating a rhythmic hitting sound.

His skin swelled and burst, and his whole body grew hot as if he were in a furnace.

His brain throbbed as if the pain receptors were about to go numb.

Leviathan didn’t mind hitting the same spot again.

When the whip landed on the reddened flesh once more, Hayden lifted his waist at the doubled pain.

Rattle.

“St—hhp—stop… I hate this…”

“Your way of speaking still isn’t fixed.”

“I, I was wrong… Uhhp!!”

Hayden hurriedly opened his mouth, but another mark overlapped on his white back, which was already stained with lash marks and bruises.

“Hik, hhp… Uut.”

When the surface of the skin felt like it was burning, Leviathan’s whipping stopped for a moment.

Hayden, a mess of tears, dropped his gaze and finally managed to breathe.

Leviathan lightly placed his hand on Hayden’s back and scratched down the wounds.

He was clearly wearing gloves, but the sharp sensation of fingernails could be felt clearly through the slightly rough fabric.

The tied body, which was resting for a moment, trembled and sobbed.

“Huu, ugh… I was wrong. I was wrong…”

“About what.”

The sharp touch pressing down on the lash marks was terrifying.

His mind, broken by fear and pain, seemed to force him to submit without knowing why.

Hayden opened his dry lips and showed all the submission he could manage.

“Hhuk, everything, everything… so please… please don’t hit me… I hate it, hhp…”

Hayden begged while trembling excessively.

It was a very contradictory sight—he had spoken of death without hesitation, yet he feared being hit so much.

Moreover, rather than fearing Leviathan himself, it seemed as though Hayden was projecting someone else onto him.

“Please, Cher-hyung…”

Grip.

At the name Hayden accidentally muttered in his hazy state, Leviathan gripped the whip tightly.

Daring to think of another being while in front of him was enough to set Leviathan’s jealousy ablaze.

Even if he had no affection for the target.

Leviathan looked at the trembling back with a face full of deep anger for a moment, then stepped behind him and grabbed Hayden’s chin, pulling it toward him.

The twisted face was already stained with tears.

“You, what are you afraid of right now?”

Hayden cried and trembled as if he were out of his mind from the burning pain.

Rather than answering, it was closer to reciting something he had been brainwashed to say out of habit.

“Cher, Cher-hyung… I was wrong…”

The Second Prince, Cherbian.

He was Hayden’s half-brother who treated Hayden like a parasite or a fool and habitually used violence. It was unknown why he hated Hayden so much.

In fact, everyone in the Empire knew the name, but to a Lord who didn’t remember every single human detail, it was a name that didn’t matter.

It just bothered him because it was a name that came out during his education.

Leviathan, feeling unpleasant again, pressed down on the heated skin through his gloves.

This wasn’t just simple fear; it was like brainwashing that someone had engraved deep into Hayden’s mind.

If so, he had to break it.

“Are you more afraid of him than me?”

“Uuu…”

Despite the words that were close to a sneer, Hayden couldn’t snap out of it and struggled while staring into space.

Leviathan’s eyes sank with a chilling coldness.

“It seems you need re-education.”

Leviathan’s jealousy toward the unknown person who had engraved more fear and truth into the sacrifice than himself reached its peak.

The mere fact that there was someone who had given this sacrifice more pain than he had made an unpleasantness swirl through his head like a storm.

Because there couldn’t possibly be a better educator than himself.

Leviathan needed to sort out this unpleasantness and inferiority complex raging inside him.

Right. If he couldn’t forget the brainwashing caused by pain, he could just plant a greater pain accompanied by pleasure.

There are many directions for punishment and education, after all.

Leviathan put the whip back into the sub-space and bit the edge of the glove on his left hand with his even teeth.

Soon the cloth slid off, revealing Leviathan’s bare hand.

A hand with sharp green nails at the ends of unusually long fingers began to stroke Hayden’s thigh gently.

Leviathan’s light-blue eyes glowed.

[Modification]
Caster: Leviathan (Lord of Envy).
Leviathan’s unique ability to transform all physical senses and some body organs. Tuning and transformation are only possible by Leviathan. There is a risk of mental collapse due to extreme sensory tuning and physical transformation.

“I don’t know who you slept with or who you were educated by before, but remember this well, Hayden.”

[Sensitivity, 10%… rising…]

[Pain, 10%… rising…]

“There is only one name you can call during my education.”

Slap!!

“Hu-uk…!”

Leviathan’s hand strongly struck Hayden’s round buttocks, which boasted their shape even through the cloth.

“There is only one name you can call during my education.”

Slap!!

“He-uk…!”

Hayden, gripping the chains with his hands, arched his back deeply and sucked in a breath.

It felt like a flash of light exploded before his eyes.

Unlike the whip, the large hand hitting his rounded buttock had a wide surface area, making one side of his seat burn instantly.

Even though he was hit only once, the left side where the hand touched was extremely painful.

Hayden looked at Leviathan in confusion. Something was different from before.

As the long fingernails traced slowly over the fabric, his body became excessively hot.

A strange sensation, as if a pain sharper than before was piercing through his skin to tickle his insides, made Hayden tremble all over without knowing why.

Leviathan raised his hand again and struck the same spot.

Slap!

“Ack! Ah, huu, wait, wait a minute… uut, something is weird, uh-eut…!”

Hayden shook his head at the edge of a tingling pleasure that started from his buttocks and rang through his spine and legs.

The lining inside his hole fluttered and grew wet, and his member hardened on its own.

Leviathan whispered as if he were pathetic.

“You are currently taking responsibility for your mistakes. I have given you my precious time, so instead of begging me to stop, you should express gratitude for my generosity.”

“Hu, hhuk…”

“Surely you aren’t so dim-witted that you can’t even say thank you.”

Leviathan slowly stroked the tip of Hayden’s trembling chin as if tickling him.

Even that was too stimulating.

The whipping, which had been nothing but pain just moments ago, kept encouraging excitement, and he could clearly feel the weight between his legs.

Without knowing shame, his erect member soaked his underwear and clothes with cloudy pre-cum every time it brushed against the fabric.

Even the chill of the chains brushing his wrists and ankles whenever his body shook felt like a hot scratch against his skin.

“Hayden.”

At the low call, Hayden’s lips moved.

“Tha… thank you…”

Slap!!

“Ah-hhp, thank you-uuut…!”

Leviathan watched Hayden, who was confusingly shedding streaks of tears, while focusing on striking the left buttock.

As the large hand landed strongly on the same spot a second and third time, and the long nails passed over it like a scratch, Hayden’s groans grew louder.

How many hits had it been?

Once the count passed ten, proper thought became impossible, as if something in his brain had broken.

Around that time, Leviathan’s light-blue eyes glowed again.

[Sensitivity, 30%… rising…]

Slap!!

“Ack, hi-ik! No, ah, stop, ha-eung…!”

At the same time a static-filled voice rang out, Leviathan slapped the buttock flesh hard.

The hand that stuck to the buttock with a loud sound didn’t leave but instead twisted the flesh over the fabric with a strong grip.

At the pleasure that jolted through the space between his legs, Hayden arched his back once more.

Splurt. Drip.

Hayden, with his tongue slightly out and soaked in saliva, shuddered and ejaculated.

Most of the hanging cloth between his legs absorbed it, but it couldn’t stop the thick liquid from clumping and flowing down between his spread legs.

Finally, the white semen dirtied the floor of the luxurious office.

Leviathan slowly dropped his gaze.

When those cold eyes finally reached the floor, a clear expression of contempt appeared on his face.

“Hu-eung… uut…”

When saliva flowed down his trembling chin and soaked the glove, Leviathan raised his gaze again to stare at the half-dazed Hayden.

Not only did he skip the thank-you, but he also dared to spray dirty bodily fluids; Leviathan wondered where he should even begin teaching him.

Had Lucifer not even done this basic training?

“Tsk.”

Clicking his tongue as he thought he would have to replace the office floor entirely, Leviathan shoved his gloved hand into Hayden’s mouth.

Since he was replacing it anyway, he intended to educate the sacrifice properly, even if it meant dirtying the floor a bit more.

When the stiff texture of the cotton touched his soft tongue, Hayden slowly raised his blurry light-purple eyes.

Leviathan put strength into his fingertips and pressed down firmly on Hayden’s tongue. Hayden’s waist trembled slightly as his body’s sensitivity rose.

“Take it off.”

‘As expected, a demon is a demon…’

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