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Trying to hide the growing heat in his body, Sylvian attempted to draw his legs in—but the taut chains made it impossible.
Clang!
“Kkh!”
“Did that hurt?”
In his desperation, Karl yanked the collar around his neck, hoping to loosen it, but the sudden tug only choked him instead.
“Ngh—!”
The pain somehow twisted into pleasure.
Sylvian stared down at his own trembling body, horrified.
“M-my body… ngh… i-it’s acting strange…”
At Sylvian’s tearful whimper, Karl’s face paled.
This damn bastard… Ugh.
Sure, he’d bragged about defiling Sylvian, but not like this.
Yet his gaze was drawn between Sylvian’s shamelessly spread legs—to the smooth length of his cock and the fluttering pink hole beneath.
Well, he had planned to ruin him anyway. This was just… an unavoidable accident.
“H-hyik! No! Don’t! Stop—Karl!”
When Karl’s hand drifted toward his half-hard cock, Sylvian thrashed in panic, scraping his skin raw against the shackles.
“Ah—!”
“S-sorry. The kidnappers said… it won’t come off unless we do this…”
As Karl withdrew with a muttered excuse, the duke’s wife’s face twisted in despair.
“I-I’m married… hic… t-to Zeroth… I c-can’t… can’t do this with anyone else…”
Karl gently wiped the tears dripping down Sylvian’s cheeks.
“I want to help you escape, Lord Sylvian.”
Even he knew how shameless that sounded.
But Karl forced a bitter smile, as if he, too, were just another victim here.
He didn’t want to be the villain to this sobbing man.
No, he’d rather coax the naive duke’s wife into melting into his arms willingly.
Even after learning the truth, he wanted Sylvian—not the duke—to ache for him, to have to love him in the end.
Wouldn’t that shatter Zeroth Graham’s heart?
There was no love here, but… he could afford to be gentle.
If Sylvian obeyed, maybe he’d even hold him sometimes.
“Sniff… N-no… hic…”
Sylvian bit his lip hard, stifling a sob at Karl’s words.
He was holding back laughter.
That fool, grinning like some harmless idiot—of course he’d messed up.
So Zeroth had him kidnap me?
Judging by Karl’s hesitant demeanor, he didn’t seem the type to force himself on him.
“K-Karl… hic… Y-you were c-captured too?”
“Yes. When I woke up, I was already in this room.”
What a smooth liar.
The key was probably with the marquis.
Sylvian let fresh tears fall, feigning disbelief.
“Hic… K-Karl… Nngh! N-no…!”
“Ah, Lord Sylvian…”
The moment Sylvian let his guard down, heat surged through him again.
If he slept with Karl, Zeroth would lose his mind.
Had they been drugged?
His burning body refused to calm down, fixated on the prey right before him.
Clink—!
Clank—!
“Ngh… hic… L-let me go… sniff…”
“We… we need the key first.”
Sylvian burst into tears as Karl glanced around, muttering helplessly.
Zeroth would never suspect him.
All the blame would fall on Karl.
Between his resentment toward Zeroth—who hadn’t found him in days—and the searing pleasure coiling in his gut, Sylvian’s resolve wavered.
“Please… we can’t do this…”
His soft lips trembled with desperation.
“…Lord Sylvian.” Karl exhaled, steeling himself.
“This isn’t about desire or some scheme.”
His hand closed around Sylvian’s cock.
“Hah—!?”
“Once I’m free, I’ll slaughter every last one of those who dragged us into this filthy affair.”
Karl’s face twisted as he tried to conceal the scheme he had orchestrated.
He reveled in the sight of the Duchess gasping under his touch.
The more Sylvian was defiled, the more his anguish and fury would grow—the mere thought sent a thrill through him.
He forced his tongue into his mouth as he bent forward with a moan.
“Ngh! Hngh—!”
Cold.
So cold.
Sylvian’s eyes flew wide at the deep, invasive kiss.
He shook his head desperately, as if pleading not this, but Karl’s long, firm fingers held him trapped.
This was revenge.
“Hah! Haah—! N-No! Ngh! K-Karl!”
His body was already dripping with arousal, yet his mind fought to push me away.
Karl never broke the kiss, his hand gliding smoothly over the Duchess’s sensitive flesh.
Had he slipped something into his dinner?
His body responded obediently to every touch.
The way he whimpered was so intoxicating, I couldn’t resist kissing him again.
‘So this is the pleasure the Duke was addicted to.’
Karl studied Sylvian with dark fascination.
Even the lightest kiss made him melt, his moans spilling freely.
To think his body could be this weak, this lewd.
This was all Zeroth’s fault—for failing to control his own wife.
The last shred of Karl’s conscience had long been sold.
He kissed Sylvian again.
“Mmh…”
A shallow moan escaped their joined lips.
His fingers were already slick with Sylvian’s arousal.
Clank.
Clatter.
As the kiss deepened, the shackles around Sylvian’s neck unlocked.
The chains slithered away, pulled back into the bedframe.
“As I thought… this is how you break free.”
Karl exhaled slowly, his fingers gently tracing Sylvian’s now-bare throat.
“Hah… H-How…?”
Sylvian’s swollen lips trembled as he stared up in dazed panic.
“Keep this a secret from the Duke. And I… will stay silent too.”
He couldn’t afford to become an accomplice.
Sylvian shook his head weakly at Karl’s words.
“Y-You… You’d really stay like this?”
“Hah! N-No! Ngh—!”
Karl’s touch turned ruthless, stroking him firmly—unlike Zeroth’s rough handling, his fingers were methodical, precise.
Sylvian shuddered violently.
His moans pitched higher, his eyes widening in shock.
“Hhah! Ngh—!”
“This… can’t be helped. We have to survive, don’t we?”
Sylvian hesitated, then gave a small, reluctant nod.
Tears streamed down his face as his eyes squeezed shut—acceptance.
A smirk curled Karl’s lips.
His hand slid higher.
Whatever that underling had done to prepare Sylvian, it didn’t matter now.
He knew exactly what to do next.
“Hih! Ah! Ahn—!”
When Karl’s fingers closed around his glistening nipples, Sylvian’s body jerked.
Sparks of defiance flashed in his eyes—God, fuck.
This wasn’t Zeroth.
He should resist, but his drugged body welcomed Karl’s touch instead.
“Hah… Hk—!”
Clank.
Only after his nipples were swollen and oversensitive did the shackles around his wrists finally unlock.
“Hhng! K-Karl! Ngh! S-Stop—!”
“Too late.”
After relentless torment, Sylvian’s hands were free.
He clutched Karl’s hair in panic, but the composed man only looked more depraved with his mouth around Sylvian’s cock.
The moment the collar unlocked, Karl had known—wasting no time in torturing his nipples.
Sylvian, who’d been sobbing helplessly, stared in shock as the shackles truly fell away.
Had Karl really never had the key?!
“Hih! Ngh—!”
But—this wasn’t part of the deal!
Tear-streaked and desperate, Sylvian yanked at Karl’s silver hair, trying to shove him back—but Karl’s face refused to leave the heat between his thighs.
‘I thought he was a perfectionist—no, a clean freak?!’
Sylvian, who had secretly believed Karl’s personality—or at least his sexual habits—were pure, felt his soul nearly leave his body at the sight of Karl eagerly sucking his cock.
“Nngh! Slurp! Alone—ah! Nn! Now—ahh!”
As if refusing to let him speak, the suction grew even more intense, dragging him deeper.
“Shouldn’t I… leave this room too?”
Karl pulled away briefly, his face serious, as Sylvian’s thighs—spread wide by the chains—trembled violently from pleasure.
“Hah… hng.”
Sylvian grimaced at his own body, shaking uncontrollably.
He had been wet for a long time, soaked under the pressure on his cock.
Worse, the hole trained by Zeroth had been dripping slick since earlier.
He shouldn’t be seeing this.
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