Chapter 14: A Beast’s Strange Kindness

“Urgh—!”

The meat pancake the demon had forced me to eat landed right on top of the pile I had just vomited.

No—far more than the pancake, it felt as though my entire stomach was trying to come out.

The retching was violent.

It refused to stop.

Eventually only thin stomach acid remained, and before long, not even saliva would come up anymore.

With my fingernails digging into the tree trunk, I stayed bent over until the heaving finally subsided.

Only then did I begin to feel human again.

Yet the humiliation only grew.

Just what kind of grudge had that stupid, thick-headed demon carried over from a previous life to torment me like this?

Being subjected to such absurd food torture filled me with frustration and resentment.

Tears fell one after another.

Beneath the tree lay two untouched piles of meat pancake.

The first had been forced on me by Hwang Bo-min.

The second by the demon.

Why were those two so obsessed with feeding me?

I had clearly said I didn’t want to eat.

Alcohol weakened a person’s self-control.

Normally I would have simply clicked my tongue and moved on.

Instead, my eyes overflowed helplessly with tears.

Watching me cry as though observing a tiger from across a river, the demon casually asked,

“Does it hurt?”

“Is that even a question?”

I whipped my head around and glared at him.

Instead of answering, he reached toward the strands of hair stuck against my cheek, damp with stomach acid.

I slapped his hand away.

Yet his hand didn’t budge.

Instead, it gently cupped my face.

“Would you just…!”

I pushed against the lips moving closer with both hands.

Even that resistance was effortlessly overpowered by one of his hands as his tongue attempted to invade my mouth, still tainted by the taste of vomit.

Keeping my lips tightly shut, I twisted my head away as best I could.

“It’s filthy…!”

“It isn’t.”

As I stubbornly kept my mouth closed, he unexpectedly withdrew.

Instead, his tongue slid across my cheek.

It licked away the tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.

Perhaps I truly was drunk.

Otherwise…

Why did his tongue suddenly feel…

Careful?

The pointed tip slowly brushed across my eyelashes.

I sniffled, swallowing back the rest of my sobs.

The tears that welled from my eyes never had the chance to fall.

He licked them away before they could.

My body was gradually pushed backward.

Rustle.

Leaves shifted beneath me.

The rich scent of damp earth filled my nose.

Before I knew it, I was lying among the low bushes, pushed down by the demon.

The night sky stretched above me without obstruction.

Like soaked cotton, my body had gone completely limp.

I made no attempt to stop him as he undressed me.

As the demon himself had once said…

I was no different from a courtesan selling his own body.

Resisting now would only be laughable.

Besides…

No matter how much I struggled, things always ended according to his will.

I didn’t even have the motivation to try.

The moon was bright tonight.

Sniffling through my blocked nose, I quietly imagined what would happen next.

He would shake me around like a corpse.

Eventually it would all end.

I was exhausted from being dragged into an act that brought nothing but pain and self-loathing.

So I simply surrendered to the alcohol and lay there.

Then—

I sobered instantly.

“…!!”

Like a startled cat, every hair on my body stood on end as I jerked upright.

I hadn’t imagined it.

The demon was sitting between my spread legs, scratching my groin with his fingernail.

My tears dried up immediately.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“Why don’t you have hair here?”

He pointed directly at my smooth crotch as he asked.

Heat flooded my face.

Back when I studied at the National Academy, I had carelessly entered the communal bathhouse.

That was when everyone noticed I looked different down there.

The shame of that day had been so overwhelming that I had never allowed anyone to see me naked again.

I had almost managed to forget about it.

Being exposed was humiliating enough.

That it happened before this demon made it infinitely worse.

“D-Don’t concern yourself with it!”

The demon lifted his gaze from between my legs.

“If you don’t have hair, then you don’t.”

He sounded genuinely puzzled.

“Why are you getting angry?”

“D-Don’t touch me!”

He ignored my protest.

Instead, he began pressing firmly against the flesh between my legs as though examining it.

I kicked and struggled to throw him off.

The bushes shook violently.

When everything finally settled…

I was once again the one lying flat on my back beneath scattered leaves, gasping for breath.

Despite our fierce struggle, the demon remained perfectly composed.

He had one of my legs tucked securely beneath each arm.

As he pinned me there, he suddenly spoke about something entirely unrelated.

“The Emperor gave Seven-Half a coral ornament.”

“Who’s Seven-Half?”

“The Fifth Prince.”

“You mean Hyupbyeol?”

I had no idea why he called Hyupbyeol “Seven-Half.”

Still…

After spending the entire banquet silently cursing Hyupbyeol myself, hearing the demon use such an odd nickname somehow didn’t bother me.

“Do you want one too?”

“The coral?”

I frowned.

“Why would I?”

What use was coral?

It was certainly valuable, but it was nothing more than an ornament.

Only nobles fascinated by flashy decorations cared for such things.

It certainly wasn’t to my taste.

The demon must have drunk an absurd amount as well.

Judging by the nonsense he was talking, he was thoroughly intoxicated.

Even while speaking, he absentmindedly rolled my testicles around in his palm as though they were some child’s toy.

My temper snapped.

I drew back my fist, aiming squarely for his stomach.

Before I could strike, however, he caught my wrist and effortlessly lifted it above my head.

“Ah—!”

I thought my arm was about to come out of its socket.

Completely unfazed, he merely stared at my exposed armpit.

“Come to think of it…”

He tilted his head.

“You don’t have hair here either.”

“Enough with the hair already!”

“Then why is your head full of it?”

“Urgh…!”

Tonight…

Even if it meant meeting my late father in the afterlife after receiving the beating of my life…

I was determined to land at least one punch on this bastard.

Yet, as always…

He subdued me with ease.

By the time I was pinned down again, panting heavily, the demon had already climbed on top of me.

Even the darkness cast by the moon couldn’t diminish his overwhelming presence.

Of course.

There was no way he would simply stop here.

His thick thumb rubbed slowly against my tightly closed entrance, pressing just enough to threaten entry.

When one finger slipped deeper, stretching the still-healing wound inside me, a quiet groan escaped my lips.

“Ah…”

The night breeze brushed across my hunched shoulders as I endured the pain.

My body had already been burning from the alcohol.

The anger he provoked had only made it hotter.

Now that my rage was cooling, the cold rushed in all at once.

Instinctively…

I searched for warmth.

It wasn’t far away.

The demon’s body radiated heat as though fire burned beneath his skin.

I hated the thought of pressing my bare skin against his.

Yet if I pulled away…

I would be shivering uncontrollably.

People often said alcohol clouded the mind and drove people to madness.

Perhaps they were right.

Because I found myself doing something I never would have while sober.

I shifted my waist ever so slightly.

The moment my skin touched his, the cold began to fade.

As warmth spread through me, the trembling gradually stopped.

A languid sigh escaped my lips.

Leaning against his body to escape the chill, I eventually realized…

The finger inside me had stopped moving.

No matter how long I waited…

Nothing happened.

Unable to understand why, I cautiously asked,

“…Why aren’t you doing anything?”

The words left my mouth before I realized how they sounded.

As though…

I were asking him to continue.

My mouth snapped shut.

Too late.

The words could not be taken back.

And unfortunately…

The demon had heard every one of them.

Apparently, he interpreted them exactly as I feared.

Or perhaps…

Something about my words stirred him in a way unlike ever before.

Because what happened next…

Was something I had never experienced in my life.

“Hk—!”

At first…

I thought he was biting it off.

I had always believed those stories from the marketplace—about men whose manhood had been bitten off by rabid dogs and whose wives abandoned them afterward—were nothing more than rumors.

It took only an instant for me to understand exactly how those men must have felt.

I instinctively tried to struggle.

But before I could even begin resisting…

Something warm and soft enveloped me.

My mind went completely blank.

“Hii…!”

A tongue slid beneath me.

The soft, living warmth drew me into his mouth.

Though the demon himself was crude and rough…

His tongue was unexpectedly gentle.

Firm.

Careful.

It slowly caressed every sensitive inch of me.

I had never felt anything like it.

It wasn’t fear.

It wasn’t pain.

It wasn’t suffering.

Yet my heart pounded violently enough to frighten me.

I felt as though I were floating weightlessly through the air…

While simultaneously being dragged into the deepest abyss.

I had never even touched myself before.

Even when the demon violated me from behind, that part of me had remained limp.

Yet now…

Inside his mouth…

It steadily hardened.

The head brushed against the base of his tongue, catching just at the entrance of his throat.

The tight pressure around it shot through my entire body.

Heat pooled low in my abdomen.

My stomach tensed until it trembled uncontrollably.

Unable to bear it any longer, I begged,

“P-Please stop…

It’s…

It’s filthy…

Please…

Please…”

At that very moment…

His cheeks hollowed.

The scorching heat inside his mouth tightened around me with terrifying force.

The sensation was so overwhelming that I forgot my fear of being bitten off entirely.

Every muscle in my body curled involuntarily.

My vision flashed white.

Countless brilliant sparks burst across my mind like shooting stars.

The fist that had been pounding against his back lost all strength.

My upper body collapsed forward.

The demon crouched between my legs, his broad frame bent over me.

Without realizing it, I leaned against him as weak groans escaped my throat.

“D-Don’t…

Don’t…

Ngh…

Stop…

Please stop…”

I knew what I should do.

I only had to pull away.

Everything would end if I did.

My mind understood that perfectly.

Yet my body refused to obey.

Instead, I clung desperately to the demon, panting helplessly.

Sometimes the pointed tip of his tongue lightly scraped along the base.

Other times the broad surface wrapped around me, tightening and loosening in slow rhythm.

Each gentle squeeze sent violent tremors racing through me.

Then warm saliva slipped beneath the sensitive ridge below the tip.

Goosebumps erupted across my entire body.

The next instant…

His throat tightened around me.

The more he did it…

The less I understood what I was supposed to do.

An overwhelming loneliness welled up inside me.

Like a child abandoned in the marketplace.

I struck weakly at his back with trembling fists.

“D-Don’t…

I said don’t…

Y-You…

You bastard…

I’ll kill you…

Hngh…”

Before long my entire body shook uncontrollably.

My head fell back.

His mouth tightened once more around me.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Forgetting entirely that I was still inside his mouth…

I climaxed.

As though he had been waiting for that very moment…

The way he sucked changed.

He swallowed everything.

Then he began drawing on me over and over again like an infant nursing.

Except the force behind it was incomparably stronger.

It felt as though I were being pulled into endless darkness.

Terrified, I could only tremble.

Yet the demon seemed intent on draining even my very soul.

He moved his head back and forth, pulling at me again and again.

My length slid in and out of his mouth.

His crimson lips remained sealed tightly around me with every motion.

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