Content Warning: This chapter contains scenes of intense physical violence, corporal punishment, and non-consensual degradation.
“Why did you have to get in my way, Yuan? Did you really think running down to this lower world would keep you safe from your duties?”
Yoon Seoho dropped these strange, confusing words into the room without caring.
To see a high-ranking, powerful being who had come down from a higher world purely out of foolish pity—now broken and crying, gasping for breath beneath his S-rank fists—made him want to completely conquer and break him.
The truth hit him clearly: the people in this world were completely useless.
The only thing in the entire universe that could satisfy him was the broken prize pinned to the wood right in front of him.
“Seo Yuan. Yuan.”
Yoon Seoho watched the boy with eyes full of wild, dizzying excitement.
The awkward, face-down pose, the tear-stained face, the swollen and bruised skin—every single detail looked completely captivating to him.
“Ah…… so this is what it actually feels like to be alive. Fascinating…….”
Murmuring to himself, he kept his eyes locked on the weeping, exhausted target as his long fingers reached down to part the space between his hips.
Because of the heavy punishment already given to the skin, his hidden private entrance was already wet and slick, with natural moisture pooling outward.
Dragging his finger through the clear fluid, Yoon Seoho said something that made the boy’s mind freeze in pure terror.
“Brother is going to spank your tight little entrance until it swells up just as plump and pretty as your bottom, Yuan. Doesn’t that sound like a good plan?”
“N-No…… please, no…… I hate it…… stop……!”
“I knew you would like it deep down. Excellent. Let’s start right now.”
Ignoring the boy’s desperate cries, Yoon Seoho raised his hand high above the exposed, twitching opening—and brought it down with a thunderous crack.
‘SLAP!’
“……H-HAAAAGHK!”
The hard hit instantly scattered the clear fluid, sending tiny drops flying across the dark wood.
The sharp, burning pain hitting his most sensitive nerves made Seo Yuan violently jerk across the table, his back arching sharply as a broken, choked scream tore from his throat.
His tongue pushed past his lips, his body shaking with a harsh tremor as his nervous system buckled under the force.
The shock hitting that sensitive spot was much worse than the spanking on his hips.
“Why are you leaking this much fluid, Yuan? You’ve completely splattered my hand.”
“Heugh…… h-haa…….”
“Don’t make such a vulgar mess, darling,” Yoon Seoho murmured coldly, his eyes checking the state of the opening.
The tight entrance was twitching and pulsing on its own, the delicate skin flushed a bright, angry red.
The faint, pale marks of his fingers were already showing on the sensitive skin, looking so raw and exposed that it nearly broke his self-control.
A hot, burning thirst clawed at Yoon Seoho’s throat, and he slowly licked his lower lip.
His own underwear was already soaked with arousal.
‘I am running out of patience.’
Clicking his tongue at his own lack of self-control, Yoon Seoho decided to speed things up to finish it.
His hand sliced through the air once more.
‘SMACK!’
The heavy palm hit the pulsing opening hard, without giving him a second to breathe.
“AHHGHK!”
Another sharp scream tore from the boy’s throat, his lower body twisting wildly across the table in a blind attempt to get away.
The surrounding skin burned with a raw, painful heat that left him completely paralyzed.
Paying zero attention to the boy’s distress, Yoon Seoho brought his hand down a third time, the wet hit making his skin stick for a second before pulling away with a thick, sticky sound.
The clear liquid stretched into thin threads before snapping, spraying randomly across his clothes.
Yet, while the boy’s voice screamed in pain, the physical response from his private entrance told a totally different story.
Instead of closing up, the responsive entrance kept twitching and pulsing—inviting more as it repeatedly opened up to show the deep red folds inside.
The bright red tissue looked incredibly tempting.
‘It really is like a forbidden fruit.’
Licking his dry lips again, Yoon Seoho let out a slow, controlled breath.
His breathing had grown heavy, his chest moving fast under the weight of his desire.
He kept a calm, cold look on his face purely to make the psychological torture worse for his prize.
He knew this whole thing was just an unhinged way to take out his built-up frustration.
But what did that matter?
He felt zero guilt or remorse.
It had all started simply: a common parasite had failed to do its job and needed to be put down.
Seo Yuan had chosen to step right into the middle of it—even putting his own hands on a piece of trash to protect it.
That was the exact moment the line was crossed.
“That is why I warned you not to get involved when a common insect is being dealt with, darling.”
“Heugh…… h-haa…….”
“You only have yourself to blame. I am just giving you the right punishment for breaking the rules, so why are you crying so hard, hm?”
Yoon Seoho softened his voice, making it sound sweet and comforting, like he was soothing a scared child.
Hearing that familiar, gentle tone return, Seo Yuan’s body stiffened with a sudden flash of hope.
Forcing his tear-blurred eyes open, he turned his chin over his shoulder, trying to look his captor in the eye.
Seeing the desperate, pathetic effort, a dark, sharp grin crossed Yoon Seoho’s face.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Yuan? I’m still not done.”
Because the boy was new to this world and didn’t know better, he foolishly thought a soft voice meant the punishment was over.
It was a very pure, very innocent mistake.
Yoon Seoho looked down at him with an expression of deep, loving obsession.
“Your total lack of common sense is what makes you so valuable to me. You are truly precious, yes.”
Even though his eyes were crinkled into a warm, smiling shape, his S-rank hand moved with fast, deadly force—brutally slamming straight down onto the pulsing entrance once more.
“H-HAAAAAGHK!”
