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“Please… uncuff me…”
“I don’t think I can do that.”
Ashard picked up the pink self-pleasure toy he had set down beside them.
The hidden opening below Eren’s clothes, which had been pulled down without resistance, cuteiy twitched open.
As Ashard slowly brought the tip of the adult toy to the pouting entrance, Eren’s body trembled.
The cold, hard object tracing his skin felt strange.
It was a completely different sensation from Ashard’s.
Focusing on the stimulation from below, Eren didn’t hear Ashard’s subsequent words.
“If I uncuff you, I feel like you’ll really try to run away today.”
Ashard slipped his thumb into Eren’s opening and spread it slightly.
The soft, stretched inner wall clung tightly to his finger.
As if everything was ready, lubricant oozed out from below with a wet squelch.
Thwack! Ashard thrust the toy in his hand inside in a single, swift motion.
Unlike previous times when they started with foreplay, it was rough, yet Eren’s hole instantly gripped it.
“Augh!”
Tears welled up in Eren’s eyes from the sudden, unannounced penetration.
The overwhelming pain he felt for the first time made his vision swim.
Although the wet hole allowed it to slide in smoothly, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
The toy’s rounded surface slowly pressed against the curves of the wet inner wall.
With his hands bound, being penetrated by a mere toy felt intensely erotic for some reason.
This was due to his unfamiliarity with such an act, despite having done far more extreme things.
Ashard began to slowly thrust the toy in and out repeatedly.
Though the speed increased continuously, even though it had only just been inserted, he paid it no mind.
As he roughly frictioned the twitching, wet inner wall, Eren’s insides clung to the object as if rejoicing.
Squelch, thwack!
What started with only pain naturally transitioned into pleasure.
Before long, Eren twisted his hips, letting out pleasurable moans.
“Heeung, Ah! Harder, thrust, Eung! Please, Hwaang!”
Ashard frowned at Eren’s plea for more force.
He enjoyed seeing him beg beneath him, but Eren’s wrists, tied with rope because of his wriggling, were starting to turn red.
Ashard gently pressed on Eren’s wrist as a sign to stop moving.
Feeling Ashard’s body heat on his wrist made Eren think that the object entering him was Ashard himself.
While being poked by the toy wasn’t bad, Eren instinctively craved something bigger and thicker.
Something hot and hard, like Ashard’s cock.
“Ah, Ashard-nim, Hooeut! Ashard-nim, put yours, Haa-eung!”
“You’re talking nonsense while gripping this so tightly. Wouldn’t this be more satisfying than mine, Eren?”
“No, Hit! Woong, Ashard-nim’s is, better, Hooeut, Heu-eu!”
“If you want it that badly, then.”
He abruptly pulled out the toy that had been fully inserted inside Eren, causing a sharp cry of ecstasy to escape.
It might not be as good as his own, but it had surely loosened Eren up enough.
Ashard didn’t hesitate to thrust his own penis in.
“Hooeh, Eung!”
In contrast to the cold toy, the entrance of something hot made Eren joyfully cling to Ashard’s shoulder.
This wasn’t a scene he hadn’t imagined.
As the original story was a tragedy/dark-themed genre, scenes of being bound and ravished appeared countless times.
The thought of being violated, recalling the written description, had just made him feel quite sick.
But now was different.
It seemed to be because he had been convinced that those who always violated him like this were the original male leads.
Now that the person had changed to Ashard, he naturally felt that this act wasn’t bad, but rather enjoyable.
Being tied up and forced into unwanted sex, and being beaten for the sexual pleasure of other men.
If the original plot started running again without Ashard, this would inevitably happen.
In that case, there would be only displeasure, not this kind of overwhelming ecstasy.
The things he had loathed were now okay, all because Ashard was by his side.
Without him, all of it would be utterly meaningless.
He had planned to leave Ashard to prevent him from getting hurt, but that didn’t mean he would willingly submit to the three male leads as the original plot intended.
He would do his best to escape them.
And he would return to Ashard only when they could no longer threaten either of them.
“Hwaang, Ah, Ashard-nim, Hooeung!”
In the meantime, they might find him, or, worst-case scenario, he might have to suffer helplessly.
Not everything in the world goes as one wishes.
That was the most painful lesson he had learned in this world.
Even so, one thing could still be changed.
No matter how much he struggled to run away, if it was destined to happen anyway…
“More, roughly, Hoot, take me, Aang!”
He would make every single one of those experiences a memory with Ashard.
Even if the act was this intense and rough, scary and terrible, he would give all his firsts to Ashard so that Ashard would be remembered.
So he could endure a little longer in a world without him.
Eren picked up the whip next to him and handed it to Ashard.
Ashard took it, conflicted. He wanted to grant Eren anything he desired.
But this would clearly hurt his delicate and weak body.
It meant he would have to inflict pain on Eren with his own hands.
“Please do it, if it’s Ashard-nim, it’s all, okay…”
Ashard’s expression hardened as he met Eren’s eyes.
In those eyes filled with urgency, he sensed a strange sadness, and even deeper, a desperate need.
‘Looking at me with eyes like that… I can’t refuse.’
Ashard gave him a light kiss and murmured softly.
“To ask me to hurt you with my own hands. That is quite a cruel request.”
Ashard grabbed Eren’s waist and turned him over, making him lie prone on the bed.
His round, tempting white buttocks were fully exposed before Ashard’s eyes.
He gently stroked them, as if preparing him, then swung the whip.
“Hoot!”
A small cry escaped. Even with just one swing, a red mark appeared on his delicate skin.
“Hwaang, I, feel, good, Aang!”
Overwhelmed by pleasure spreading throughout his body, Eren shrieked and thrust his hips up.
The whip descended once more on his buttocks, which twitched as if urging him for more.
Whenever the whip was swung, Ashard’s thrusts grew rougher.
It was as if he was trying to prevent Eren from feeling the other pain.
When his fair skin turned entirely red like ripe fruit, Eren reached his climax. Ashard climaxed at the same time.
For a long time after that—specifically, all night—Ashard didn’t let Eren go.
Eren, too, willingly submitted his body to him.
His ravaged, violated hole couldn’t return to normal and remained stretched and twitching.
After several rounds of sex, Ashard’s cock slid out, followed by a thick gush of fluid mixed with lubricant and semen.
Exhausted, Eren collapsed onto the bed.
Ashard lay down beside him and gently stroked his forehead.
The touch felt so good that Eren snuggled into his embrace.
“Are you… not in pain?”
Ashard asked Eren with a face full of regret, having let himself continue the flogging at Eren’s own pleas for more.
He rested his hand on Eren’s waist, afraid to touch him directly for fear of hurting him.
Eren gently shook his head and brought Ashard’s hand to his buttocks.
They were hot, but they didn’t hurt.
“Ashard-nim’s hand is cold, it feels nice.”
Ashard, who still couldn’t bring himself to remove his hand from the buttocks, slowly brought his finger toward the hole.
As Eren flinched with an anxious expression, Ashard chuckled and spoke.
“I have to take the semen out. Your stomach will hurt if I don’t, so bear with it for a moment.”
Eren hadn’t known this because he always passed out before their coupling was over, but it seemed Ashard always cleaned him up afterward.
His fingers were quite skilled at digging into the hole and clearing the semen.
Eren clamped his mouth shut as Ashard pressed and scraped his inner wall.
“Hoot…”
Despite his efforts, a moan still slipped out of his mouth.
At the unexpected sound, Ashard’s hand froze where it was.
Sensing an ominous feeling, Eren slowly raised his head and confirmed his suspicion.
‘Ah, looks like sleep is out of the question today, too…’
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