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The transmigrator is a masochist to the Seven Lords chapter 28

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Hayden’s breath caught as his cock, which had been blocked for a long time, throbbed painfully.

Leviathan’s lips moved softly against Hayden’s throat, which moved as he swallowed.

“Was it a lie that you could learn hard?”

“Hi-eut…!”

The moment the glove brushed his sensitive glans, Hayden put strength into his lower abdomen and tightened his hole again.

Moving closer, Leviathan forced three fingers into the hole that was trying to push his hand out.

Simultaneously, the cock-plug began to slowly turn and slide out.

“Hheut, ng, ah, strange, he-ok…!!”

Hayden, holding Leviathan’s shoulders, stood on his knees for a moment, but Leviathan’s hand didn’t leave.

His long fingers began to strike the inner walls everywhere as if flicking his prostate, and the plug repeatedly spun out and was shoved back in.

His urethra felt like it was burning as the cock-plug moved up and down, scraping the hole.

It was a natural progression for his insides to be shaken as if by an earthquake and for his whole body to spasm and tremble. He couldn’t stop the flood of fluid or the surging climax.

His thighs became soaking wet, and his eyes rolled back.

Only a fraction of Hayden’s light-purple eyes remained visible, shaking as if broken, as he couldn’t even let out a proper moan.

At that moment, Leviathan whispered.

“Hayden.”

Barely snapping out of it at the call, Hayden rubbed his body against him and panted for breath.

Leviathan looked down at Hayden, who was squirming in his arms.

“Answer me.”

As the cock-plug was slowly pulled out, a surge of semen followed.

The semen, which had been blocked while filling the urethra, screamed to be released.

At the act that seemed to offer a chance to ejaculate, Hayden’s eyes sparkled as he shook his small cock.

“Who are you?”

At the voice flowing into his ear, Hayden opened his mouth as if possessed.

“I am…! The sacrifice… who serves… the Lords, u-dat, hheut…!!”

“And your job?”

“To obey the Lords, and, uu-ng, to work for the Lords’ pleasure, hah, hhuk…”

“Do you understand why I am spending my time going through this trouble?”

“Because… I’m not good enough, because I was wrong, ha-eung… because I was wrong…! That’s why the education… uuu-ng! Hik!”

Leviathan shoved the cock-plug—which had been pulled almost all the way out—back in.

The thick semen that had reached the tip was pushed back, creating a massive amount of pain along with pleasure.

Hayden’s toes curled, and his thighs squeezed together.

By this point, Hayden truly felt everything was his fault.

‘Did I answer wrong? That’s why he’s punishing me.’

He gave me a chance, but I’m too stupid.

Thinking that, a wave of sorrow hit him, and tears he thought were gone began to well up again.

Through his blurry vision, he resented the emerald handle dangling from the end of his urethra, and he hated himself for not being able to take the chance Leviathan-nim had given him.

At least, that’s how it looked to Leviathan.

Hayden, his eyes darting around in confusion, barely calmed his bubbling stomach from the accumulated pleasure and chose his answer again.

“Hhuk… huu, uut… I didn’t do… my work… because I was… receiving Lucifer-nim’s seed…”

Was he right this time?

Leviathan, holding the cock-plug handle, did not move.

Hayden carefully caught his breath and, while staring at the inserted plug, began to confess his faults in detail.

The trembling in his voice grew worse.

“Even though Leviathan-nim is educating me, I didn’t listen, uu-ut… I was stupid and made Leviathan-nim tired… I dirtied the office, and, hhuk… I didn’t think about doing it myself and just acted like a baby to my master, and, so… everything, everything was my fault… please, quickly…”

Leviathan pressed his fingers deeper into the hole as if hesitating.

Though he had managed to answer with a head consumed by pleasure, Hayden’s answer wasn’t a perfect one.

However, it was also true that he had reflected quite honestly for his first time.

‘Well, not bad for a first lesson.’

Leviathan, who was clear about rewards and punishments, accepted this and decided to embrace the sacrifice’s shortcomings like a generous master.

He just had to teach him to behave better as a sacrifice from now on.

“You have committed many sins, and as your master, I am taking time out of my way to punish and even educate you.”

“Yes, yes… I’m… sorry… hheut…”

Hayden nodded his head wildly, barely listening.

“Do not forget what you learned today.”

Leviathan began to slowly pull out the cock-plug.

At the sensation of the wet plug sliding out of the hole, an expression full of expectation appeared on his flushed, tear-stained face.

His waist and thighs trembled on their own at the sensation of ejaculation rising along with the plug.

Press.

As the rod pulled all the way out, Leviathan poked Hayden’s sweet spot hard with his finger.

“Hhp, hhuuu-ng…!!”

From the erect member between Hayden’s spasming legs, a thick white fluid spurted out, soaking the black cloth covering his chest.

Hayden let his face go slack as he tasted the pleasure, yet he pressed his hand against his swollen glans, fearing his semen would splash on Leviathan.

The sensation scouring his whole body was insanely sweet, and the climax continued endlessly.

Leviathan, watching Hayden’s actions, stroked his arched back.

“How lewd.”

Leviathan ran his tongue over his lips and gently scratched Hayden’s buttocks.

Only minor tremors and an afterglow remained to haunt Hayden.

“Hhuuu… hhu…”

Leviathan leisurely stroked Hayden’s hair.

At the touch that stroked the silver hair scattering between his long fingers quite tenderly, Hayden suddenly sucked in a breath.

Even though he had been dazed just a moment ago, intoxicated by the afterglow of the climax, his eyes suddenly became clear.

“Good work.”

At the calmly falling voice, Hayden bit his lips and gently grabbed the sleeve of the departing Leviathan.

Holding a piece of fabric barely the length of a finger joint with his slightly trembling fingertips, Hayden moved his lips as if he had something to say.

His red lips opened and closed a few times, and his lowered eyelashes trembled as if he were scared, so Leviathan narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

“Speak.”

Light-purple eyes, wide as if asking how he knew, looked straight at Leviathan.

The human’s soul, which should have been muddily dirtied, was strangely clean.

“…Just once.”

Hayden looked down again as if hesitating, then seemed to make a decision and began to mumble quietly.

At the first short sentence, Leviathan didn’t answer because he didn’t know the meaning, but Hayden raised his voice slightly and carefully lifted his gaze.

“Just once more… could you stroke my head…?”

“…”

Leviathan’s light-blue eyes wavered for a very short moment, as if he had heard something unexpected.

“Just once more… could you stroke my head…?”

“…….”

For a very brief moment, confusion flickered through Leviathan’s eyes.

He could not deny that he felt a surge of an unfamiliar emotion. He simply did not know the name of a feeling he had never experienced in his life.

‘He doesn’t have much immunity to this kind of thing, does he?’

Hayden did not miss Leviathan’s momentary lapse.

It was quite exciting to see Leviathan, who had lived for hundreds of years, lose his stoic composure—even for a second—at a human’s small act of acting like a baby.

Hayden watched the silent Leviathan for a moment, then lowered his eyes in disappointment and let go of the sleeve he had been barely holding.

The sleeve fell away with a light brush against his wrist, and Hayden’s small hand wandered in the air, unmoored. A gloomy shadow instantly draped over his face as he pressed his red lips together.

“I’m sorry… I said something… overstepping my bounds…”

With a face so bleak it was obvious he was thinking, ‘I should have stayed quiet,’ Hayden looked like a terribly lonely child.

A child who had tasted affection for the first time but didn’t even know how to be greedy for it—terribly lonely and pure.

“Being done once was enough…”

Fearing that even the warmth of the stroke Leviathan had given him might be taken away, Hayden hurried to add more words.

Was it really that important?

Even after being forced into the role of a sacrifice and punished for failing his duties, was this all he wanted?

Did he just want a bit of affection, a bit of praise?

From Leviathan’s perspective—always efficient and rational—it was something he could not comprehend.

Leviathan loathed incompetent creatures who were emotional and inefficient, who wasted time and resources by involving useless things and ultimately failed to get what they wanted.

Because of this, no one around Leviathan ever appealed to him emotionally, and certainly, no one handled matters ambiguously.

To approach Leviathan emotionally usually meant death.

That should have been the case.

And yet, he didn’t feel pure loathing for the sacrifice.

Hayden wasn’t a cunning person trying to snatch Leviathan’s power, nor was he a filthy person with hidden motives.

While fearing Leviathan, he foolishly desired kindness.

It was truly inefficient and excessively emotional. Terribly stupid and stubborn.

A useless waste of time and feelings.

But that was…

Something Leviathan did not need, and at the same time, something he did not possess.

Slide.

“I’ll make sure nothing like this happens again…!”

Thump.

Hayden flinched at the large hand placed leisurely on his head, then carefully met Leviathan’s eyes.

His slightly trembling light-purple eyes watched for a reaction as they met Leviathan’s expressionless face.

When Leviathan moved his long fingers to gently ruffle his hair, Hayden finally realized his intent; he lowered his gaze and curved his eyes shyly.

His eyes rounded, and between his lashes, his pure pupils sparkled like jewels.

A slow-spreading smile lingered before Leviathan for a long time.

“…Thank you.”

As if he had received something precious, he caressed the spot where Leviathan’s hand had stroked, seemingly savoring the touch.

Seeing Hayden smiling so brightly, Leviathan felt a sudden ache in his heart, as if it were creaking.

It felt like a gear that had been stopped since the moment he was born had suddenly jolted into motion.

What was this?

Was it because the human expressed joy without hesitation at his touch?

Or was it because this soul, which didn’t get dirty even when dragged into the abyss, looked delicious?

‘Irrational.’

Looking down at Hayden, who was beaming with a messy, wet face, Leviathan wrapped his left arm around Hayden’s waist and brought his right hand to the red lips.

Knowing the meaning of the glove being thrust forward even without being told, Hayden quickly bit and pulled the glove off with his even teeth.

Had the small tongue that appeared briefly between his teeth always been this captivating?

His clean hand moved down and stroked the side of Hayden’s left thigh.

The bumpy, bruised flesh felt foreign. Hayden looked up at Leviathan, startled by the stinging pain.

The eyes of the human he was taking his time to corrupt were still clear and pure.

That, too, was something Leviathan did not possess.

‘And inefficient.’

Leviathan is the Lord of Envy.

He envies and resents those who have what he does not have or chooses not to have.

If the greedy Mammon is one who wants to possess what he doesn’t have, the envious Leviathan is one who wants to destroy what he cannot possess.

Leviathan had crushed the talents of others, ruined lives, and taken lives without hesitation.

Those who suffered at his hands consistently hated and feared him, but… well—Leviathan was merely expressing the only emotion he could feel.

To feel that he was alive and to create a reason for his existence.

Lords were, after all, creatures without much else in the way of emotion.

To prove he was a living being in this tedious world, Leviathan certainly had to take away what the sacrifice before him possessed.

A lowly sacrifice could not be allowed to have what he lacked.

If he could strip away these swamp-like, thick emotions, Leviathan believed he could breathe more easily.

So, he had to break him.

He had to take it.

He had to devour the soul that wouldn’t corrupt, snatch away those pure eyes, and tear apart that face that smiled shyly at his touch and this body that held warm heat.

Because he did not have it.

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  1. rswifnu says:

    Oooohhhh we gyatt more lore abt demon lords👀👀

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