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“Ugh…”

Blink, blink.

As soon as his eyes opened, his limbs stretched out, and he gave a long yawn.

“Yawn…”

His body felt strangely light and refreshed.

Sylvian looked around with dazed eyes.

‘Did they let me sleep through the evening without waking me up?’

An omega’s body really is amazing.

Feeling much lighter, he wiggled his fingers and toes.

No issues.

He was healthy.

“Duchess?! The Duchess is awake!”

Before Sylvian could greet Penny with a good morning, she yelled outside the door while holding a water basin.

Immediately, hurried footsteps echoed as people rushed inside.

“Paul? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Sylvian, I may be exhausted after staying up three nights because of the Duke but it’s nothing compared to you, who had collapsed. Are you feeling any pain?”

The first person to enter was Paul, his dark eye bags a stark contrast to his skin.

“I’m fine now. It seems like I’ve caused trouble for everyone. I’m sorry.”

Sylvian bowed his head deeply, clearly uncomfortable.

Seeing his apologetic expression, Paul and the servants exchanged sympathetic glances.

“It’s our duty, and it’s our joy to care for you, Sylvian. Please don’t feel uncomfortable.”

Elgana held Sylvian’s small hands tightly as he fiddled with the edges of the blanket.

“Thank you.”

At the warm gesture, Sylvian’s timid expression brightened like a wildflower in bloom.

The servants exchanged secret glances.

From now on, down with the Duke!

Unaware of the servants’ newfound resolve, Sylvian anticipated a few more days of pretending to be frail and enjoying an easy life.

That dream was shattered instantly.

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“Ah…”

“Duchess, you need to open your mouth a bit wider.”

‘I thought I’d get to rest…’

At the gentle voice above him, Sylvian opened his mouth a little more.

His jaw, already stretched to its limit, throbbed in pain.

“Ugh.”

He involuntarily tried to close his mouth as the long, hard object touched the back of his throat, but his chin was firmly held in place, preventing any movement.

“Duchess, don’t show your teeth.”

“Ugh…”

Tears streamed down Sylvian’s face.

It was his first time doing something so strenuous.

Why does this body fail me in so many ways?

Sylvian looked up desperately at Zeroth while sucking his c*ck in his mouth.

“Sigh, I didn’t think teaching you the proper use of a c*ck would be this hard.”

If you understand that, then stop!

Whenever his throat tightened in a gag reflex, Zeroth would skillfully adjust, pushing c*ck deeper without hesitation.

“Serving your master’s cck requires not only the back hle of an omega but also the upper h*le.”

“Ngh.”

Zeroth finished his explanation in a cheerful tone as Sylvian whimpered below.

Splatter.

“Ugh. Hic, thank you, Master. Thank you.”

As the large cck slid out of his mouth, cm splattered all over his face.

Shaking, Sylvian offered the thanks he had learned.

“Shall we rest for a bit and try again?”

“Ugh. My jaw hurts…”

At Sylvian’s tearful voice, Zeroth carefully touched his face.

His face was so small that one of Zeroth’s hands could easily cover it.

How could such sharp features fit on such a tiny face?

No wonder it’s tough.

Zeroth smirked at Sylvian’s pouty complaint.

At first, he had cried and followed orders with a frightened face, but now he had started to voice his thoughts.

“There’s so much you still need to learn, Duchess. How will we manage?”

“…”

At Zeroth’s exaggerated lament, Sylvian stopped whining and carefully watched his expression.

“I… I can do it.”

Trying to hold back his smile, Zeroth felt Sylvian’s small hand press against his thigh.

“This tiny mouth… I don’t know what to do with it. Should I keep kissing it until it grows?”

At his teasing words, Sylvian shook his head, looking utterly embarrassed.

So much for resting as Paul had said.

Just a few days later, Zeroth resumed his “lessons.”

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While receiving was better than giving, Sylvian wasn’t a fan of the bitter taste and smell.

He wasn’t bad at it, but it wasn’t enjoyable either.

Has this bastard ever done it even once?

Thinking back, Zeroth enjoyed foreplay but only for his own pleasure.

All the “service” and “training” were solely for Sylvian to perform.

What a selfish jerk.

Sylvian clicked his tongue internally, looking at Zeroth with a tired face.

“Let’s have some cool water and try again, shall we?”

Before Sylvian could protest, Zeroth’s hand guided him back to kneeling by the bed.

“Master…”

“Duchess, sclimax in full sentences.”

When Sylvian awkwardly mumbled, Zeroth lightly tapped his nose.

“Master, I will serve you with my mouth like my sweet h*le.”

Blush.

Even if he didn’t understand fully, he knew enough to be embarrassed.

The flush on Sylvian’s face stirred something in Zeroth as he reached out to open Sylvian’s mouth again.

“Ugh. Hic.”

“Use your tongue and think about taking it deep into your h*le.”

“Hnnng.”

“Don’t stop. This time, we’ll go all the way, Duchess.”

At Zeroth’s words, Sylvian’s teary eyes wavered like a stormy sea.

“Ugh. Nngh.”

“You’re doing well. You’re beautiful.”

Whimper.

Hearing he was beautiful, Sylvian’s mouth tightened around the c*ck in reflex.

“Ah… ngh…”

While Zeroth wanted to move roughly, he restrained himself, only gently guiding Sylvian’s head to prevent him from getting hurt.

“You did well. You took it all the way.”

The soft compliment on his head brought more tears.

Sylvian’s jaw, lips, and mouth ached painfully.

“Ugh!”

As the c* deeply stabbed at the back of his throat, Sylvian’s stomach churned, but Zeroth showed no sign of stopping.

“Ack! Ahk!”

With breathing nearly impossible, all Sylvian could do was gag and choke with his mouth wide open.

‘I really shouldn’t resist.’

Even as he gripped Zeroth’s thighs tightly, trying to pull away, his body trembled helplessly.

Zeroth paid no mind to Sylvian’s struggles and relentlessly thrust his c* deep into his throat.

“Ugh! Ngh! Hngh! Haaaah!”

“Goodness!”

“Haaah! Hic! Ugh!”

Breathing became unbearably difficult.

The moment he thought he might die, his breath catching painfully in his throat, Zeroth startled at Sylvian’s sobs and abruptly pulled away.

“It’s alright. You’re okay.”

“Hic, h-hic.”

Sylvian flinched as Zeroth’s large hand rose above his head, trembling uncontrollably.

I shouldn’t cry.

But tears wouldn’t stop falling, and his body wouldn’t stop shaking.

He really… really was trying to kill me!

Sylvian, at a complete loss, shut his eyes tight, bracing himself for the pain that was sure to come.

Pat, pat.

“I’m sorry. That was my mistake.”

The large hand, which just moments ago seemed poised to grab his head again, now gently patted it instead.

He could turn on me at any moment.

Yet the soothing, apologetic voice drained the tension from Sylvian’s body.

“I moved too roughly without realizing. It was thoughtless of me. I’m sorry.”

Drip, drip.

The self-reproach in Zeroth’s voice brought fresh tears streaming down Sylvian’s face.

“I-I was scared.”

His voice, barely a whisper, trembled as if it might vanish at any moment.

Zeroth reached out and lifted Sylvian’s frail body, settling him on his thigh.

Then, with careful arms, he embraced the trembling figure.

The narrow throat he pressed against was maddeningly irresistible.

Damn it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hic.”

“I just… I like you too much.”

What nonsense.

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