Chapter 22: The Beginning of Distortion

The urge to urinate came over me.

No, perhaps it was not the urge to urinate.

But the heavy pressure weighing down on my lower abdomen was clearly demanding to be released.

The more the Devil stimulated that spot inside me, the stronger the pressure became.

It felt as though my bladder was being pressed, yet it also felt as though some unknown place was being squeezed.

The tightness resembling the urge to urinate only intensified the pleasure.

Though the flesh inside me was swollen, it bounced back with the elasticity of a dew-filled petal.

The Devil moved his fingers along that slick, clinging softness.

With tears blurring my eyes, I watched the Devil remain wholly focused on what he was doing beneath me.

Even if I begged, there was no chance that bastard would consider my situation.

Meanwhile, the pressure in my lower abdomen grew worse.

Clear fluid seemed to leak from the tip of my hardened cock.

I thought I might actually wet the quilt at any moment.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, pride and dignity meant nothing.

Trying to avoid the humiliation right in front of me, I blurted out,

“It is scented oil!”

“I put scented oil on!”

When I heard that the Devil had entered the imperial capital, I had neither gone to greet him nor run away.

I had hidden alone in my house and applied scented oil to the opening below.

I soaked my index and middle fingers in oil, spread myself open, and wet and loosened the inside.

I did not want to force open that tightly closed place or stretch myself from within.

But I did not want the barely healed flesh to tear and bleed again.

So I forced my fingers all the way in, sweating with effort.

I hurriedly grabbed the Devil’s forearm to stop him.

When his hand paused for a moment, I quickly explained.

“I-I applied oil beforehand because I was afraid I would tear again if I slept with you.”

But perhaps he was not listening at all.

When I felt him trying to press into the softened flesh again, I shouted,

“I told you!”

“Stop!”

“Who told you to explain?”

“You said it on your own.”

“I am not curious anymore.”

Y-you damned bastard!

Before I could stop him, the Devil gathered his fingers like a shovel and moved his hand rapidly.

The opening spread wide, and the pressure inside me increased.

His fingertips, gathered into a point, relentlessly struck the same place.

Until then, the flesh inside me had only opened unwillingly because it struggled to take the Devil’s enormous body.

Now I could feel it loosening and trembling on its own.

The sounds leaving my mouth gradually turned into sobs.

“Hah… hhk… stop.”

“Please stop…”

My leg, draped over his shoulder and swaying without direction, wrapped around the Devil’s waist on its own and pulled him closer.

His hardened body pressed hotly against me.

Pain would have been better.

Rather than suffer this unknown pressure, I would have preferred the pain of being torn open.

I rubbed myself against him and pleaded through endless tears.

“P-put it in.”

“Just put it in and tear me apart instead.”

“Please… please…”

The trembling response from my body must have stirred the Devil.

The bastard who had not moved no matter how much I begged suddenly pushed through the softened flesh in one motion.

Startled by the sudden intrusion, my legs tightened powerfully around his waist.

Unlike before, when everything had been tight and dry enough to bleed, the flesh inside me was soft and pliant, gripping him.

Being entered while so wet and softened felt entirely different.

The swollen flesh accepted him smoothly and without resistance, tightening around him completely.

“Hah… ah…”

“Ugh.”

I threw my head back and let out a wet cry.

The Devil gave a low groan as well.

Then he began to move slowly.

Each unhurried motion back and forth stimulated the flesh that had become unbearably sensitive.

I had always known he was too thick to grasp in one hand.

But this was the first time I truly felt that fullness pressing inside me as though it would burst me apart.

The thickness and length I had not noticed while writhing in pain now filled me completely.

Without rushing, he moved slowly through my wet body.

I threw my head back and trembled.

My heel against the Devil’s waist scratched down his back.

“Hah…”

A low sound fell near my ear.

Only then did I become aware of the Devil lying over me.

He noticed my gaze too.

Our eyes met.

His red eyes were so hot that they took my breath away.

Like a dog suffering in midsummer heat, I stuck out my tongue.

The Devil sucked on its tip.

“…”

He sucked my tongue as though nursing, our chests pressed together.

His cock, still thrusting upward, gradually gained speed as it moved in and out of me.

The sound of our sweat-soaked bodies sticking and separating rang loudly in my ears.

The wet slapping sounds between us made reality drift far away and return again.

Pinned beneath his heavy body, I gasped for breath.

Wrapped in heat like a burning desert, the powerful urge that had risen inside me gradually boiled away beneath that heat.

It turned into pale traces, like moisture left behind after evaporation.

It seared through my nerves, dried them out, and spread through my whole body.

My stomach trembled at the pale shiver, and my hands and feet curled.

I tightened around him with all my strength.

The soft flesh inside me clenched fearlessly, as though it would crush him.

Breaking through that tightness, he spilled deep inside a place no one had ever reached.

As if we had agreed, we both held back our voices and endured the wet pleasure.

It was hot.

It was distant.

The fall was so overwhelming that I could barely breathe.

White light seemed to bloom in the darkness behind my tightly shut eyes, like scattered fallen petals.

I dug my nails into his back and dragged them down, enduring the shivers running through our sweat-soaked bodies.

I held him tightly and endured the pleasure that felt ready to burst apart.

I felt happy.

I also felt sad.

The body that had tasted pleasure was nothing more than flesh, foolishly rejoicing.

But my mind, sensing the change that would come from this pleasure, understood that disaster was approaching and mourned.

A long tear ran down from my temple.

This coupling, which began with pleasure and ended with pleasure, would become the beginning of everything going wrong.

Night deepened.

The imperial palace was especially quiet at night.

It was a place where people were expected to be proper, so even during the day, loud voices were rarely heard.

At night, when most people slept, not even conversation could be heard.

After midnight, when even the insects fell silent, the stillness became as deep as the black darkness itself.

Only a few guards protecting the palace and officials assigned to night duty kept the palace lit.

I had volunteered for night duty for several days as well.

Sitting at a desk beneath a lantern, moving my brush across the page, I spoke without looking up.

“Get up.”

“No.”

The voice behind me was unchanged.

I put down my brush and turned around.

There was the Devil, lying on a narrow bed with his arms folded behind his head, lazily moving one foot.

The small cot prepared so officials on duty could rest briefly was far too small for the Devil’s large body.

Yet he had somehow made himself comfortable on it.

I did not know where he had found them, but he had piled several blankets on top of it instead of using just one.

His luxury knew no bounds.

“Have some dignity.”

“Do you not care what people think when they see you?”

“Yes, I do not know anything about that.”

“And you say there is only the two of us here.”

“Who exactly are you making a fuss over?”

“What if someone suddenly comes in?”

This was a duty room where people came and went.

I was not even asking him to dress properly.

But should he not at least avoid lying around as though this were his own bedroom?

I wanted to kick the Devil in the backside for behaving like an uneducated beast.

But that was physically impossible.

So, as always, I forced down the anger boiling inside me.

At this rate, I would die of rage before I could stop the rebellion.

As the dream of rebellion became reality piece by piece, my vague determination to prevent it became more concrete.

There were even clues to the rebellion.

In the dream, there had been incidents that clearly threatened imperial authority.

They were so impossible to see as ordinary human acts that I had not initially thought of them as signs of rebellion.

For example, one morning, the palace’s ancestral hall had been filled with the bodies of black birds.

I did not remember what kind of birds they were.

I only remembered that they were black.

I could not even clearly remember whether they were crows or magpies.

There was no chance that a flock of birds would all die violently overnight in that vast ancestral hall.

Someone must have devised a scheme to harm His Majesty.

Black bird corpses in a sacred ancestral hall.

Even hearing it sounded ominous.

But because it was not something an ordinary person could easily arrange, some believed it was a natural disaster carrying a message from the heavens.

They claimed that Heaven was angry because the current Emperor lacked virtue.

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