Chapter 76

"Ugh, nnngh...!"

Cheong-ra, unable to move at all, let out a stifled groan.

Until just moments ago, he had thought the itchy sensation had reached its peak, but that wasn't the case. Unbelievably, it could get even itchier. It had been better when the metal device was inside him. At least then, his perineum hadn't been itchy.

Cheong-ra breathed heavily and then twisted his body with all his might. He tried to bang his head but failed, and he attempted to move his tightly bound legs but was frustrated. Even biting his tongue was prevented. He couldn't do anything.

He had never known before that itching could be this torturous. Curling up and enduring wasn't enough. He wanted to reach out and scratch the itchy places until they bled.

"Nngh..."

His groans gradually grew louder, turning into sobs, and then he cried out in agony. He had always considered himself good at enduring pain, but all his patience had evaporated and disappeared. His hands and feet, the only parts he could move freely, turned white.

Muffled screams came from his gagged mouth. His body, which could barely squirm, gradually became drenched in sweat. He felt like he would go mad from the itching. He would do anything if he could just shove something in his rear and scratch. He sobbed, screamed, and jerked his body.

The nipples where the poison had been applied earlier also started to become unbearably painful. Cheong-ra panted and reflexively rubbed his chest against the floor. His nipples barely grazed the floor, but it was far from enough to relieve the itching.

When would Dang Ran-yeong return?

It felt like he had been left in despair for at least four hours. Cheong-ra struggled for a long time, then went limp from exhaustion, only to struggle again repeatedly. From far away, he could hear the faint sound of someone screaming in pain. Was Dang Ran-yeong torturing someone else?

'I'd rather be whipped, or punched in the stomach...'

Compared to this current agony, he could endure that fierce whip or breathtaking stomach pain all day long. Pain was far better than itching. Cheong-ra's thighs cramped as he exerted himself until his whole body turned red. As he sobbed miserably, the iron door opened.

"Mmph! Mmmph!"

Cheong-ra screamed and called for Dang Ran-yeong. At first, he had hated the other intensely, but now he didn't care. If only he could relieve this maddening itch, he would even lick his feet.

Dang Ran-yeong entered with excessively leisurely steps and crouched in front of Cheong-ra. A hand reeking of blood gently stroked from Cheong-ra's head to his back. As his touch grazed him, Cheong-ra's body shook even more violently.

Untie me, untie me, now, please! I can't bear it anymore. I feel like I'm dying! Countless pleas and begging were swallowed by the gag. He had no pride left now.

"Count to thirty."

Dang Ran-yeong said with an amused voice, rubbing Cheong-ra's sweat-soaked forehead with his fingertips.

"One, two..."

Cheong-ra looked at the tip of Dang Ran-yeong's shoes with disbelieving eyes. Droplets of blood were spattered on the shoes that had returned from another torture session.

"Three, four, five... six. Seven."

His body's trembling gradually intensified. They hadn't even reached half of thirty yet. But the voice counting the numbers was endlessly slow and leisurely. A deep resentment welled up.

"Eight, nine..."

A hot palm slid from his nape down to his waist. He counted the numbers while pressing each vertebra with his finger. Ten, eleven, twelve.... By the time he reached his buttocks, he was counting twenty. When his fingers went lower, Cheong-ra wailed.

"Mmph, nnngh!"

The fingers very slowly caressed around the hole where the sizzling itch was concentrated. He lightly raised his nails, then firmly grasped the skin that wasn't itchy at all. His fingers slightly entered the rapidly twitching hole. Cheong-ra let out a boiling cry.

"Twenty-three, twenty-four... twenty-five."

Tears seeped from his tightly closed eyes. Twenty-six, his body trembled violently. Twenty-seven, his entire body became damp with cold sweat. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight. The fingertip inside his hole slowly drew a circle. Cheong-ra's body writhed as if having a seizure. Twenty-nine. The fingers went lower and painfully scratched his perineum.

"Thirty."

After what felt like an eternity, they reached thirty.

Dang Ran-yeong released the restraint that had fixed him to the floor. He prevented Cheong-ra from banging his head on the floor with his palm. Cheong-ra violently pushed his head into the firm grip. When he calmed down a bit, Dang Ran-yeong removed the gag soaked with saliva. Spitting out the cloth in his mouth, Cheong-ra rubbed his forehead against Dang Ran-yeong's palm and begged.

"Nngh, please, please... I'll do anything, give me... the antidote..."

If he were left like this for a few more hours, he would surely go mad. If he wouldn't give the antidote, he at least hoped he would untie his hands. Cheong-ra rubbed his forehead and wet cheeks against the other, who remained silent. He couldn't even care how abject and ugly he looked.

"Untie me, ah! Please, Dang Ran-yeong!"

"Don't you have something to tell me?"

Dang Ran-yeong asked, scratching Cheong-ra's chin as if petting an animal. Cheong-ra, out of his mind, was too busy trying to steady his rapid breathing to give the answer the other wanted. His body twisted in agony and his eyes became moist.

Dang Ran-yeong's hand, which had been scratching his chin, moved lower. He gently caressed the small flesh that was standing erect from stimulation, then suddenly pinched it as if snatching it. He squeezed it tightly between his fingers until it was flattened, and Cheong-ra felt a thrill rather than pain.

"...Ah, aah!"

It was an area that had been unbearably painful, though not as maddeningly so as his insides and perineum. As the delicate flesh was painfully twisted, instead of pain, only pleasure flowed out. Cheong-ra realized for the first time that he could make such sweet moans.

"Shall I do more?"

Dang Ran-yeong asked, caressing near his chest with the hands that had been twisting both nipples. Cheong-ra trembled and nodded his head quickly. However, Dang Ran-yeong, laughing softly, removed his hand instead of pinching more. Cheong-ra looked up at him with desperate eyes.

"Please..."

"Your nipples must be swollen. Beauty doesn't like that, right? So it can't be done."

Dang Ran-yeong spoke as if he was being considerate, then grabbed Cheong-ra's buttocks, which had become firm with tension. Then, rubbing the area that felt like it would drive him mad, he said,

"Instead, shall I scratch here?"

"...!"

As his fingers immediately plunged deep inside, Cheong-ra's mouth fell open. A pleasure he had never experienced before raced through his entire body. The sensation of fingers pressing and scratching his inner walls was so sweet that he couldn't come to his senses.

But that was only for a moment, as Dang Ran-yeong slowly withdrew his fingers that had been scratching inside. As he caressed Cheong-ra's waist, far from the itchy areas, Cheong-ra cried out desperately. Deep satisfaction filled Dang Ran-yeong's eyes as he stroked the defenseless body that was at a loss from the torment. He gripped Cheong-ra's neck, which was about to fall forward.

"Please, please, don't, take it out, ah! Aah! No..."

To Cheong-ra, who was begging in a state of near madness from the torment, Dang Ran-yeong asked again.

"You have a connection with the Blood Cult, don't you?"

At that moment, what flashed through Cheong-ra's mind was the hatred and killing intent Dang Ran-yeong showed towards the Blood Cult. Thinking of that cold and cruel gaze being directed at him made his lips stick together.

As he hesitated to answer, Dang Ran-yeong's fingers entered him again from behind. He pushed them in deep enough for his knuckles to touch Cheong-ra's perineum, then did nothing. That was even more cruel than doing nothing at all. Cheong-ra panted, sobbed, and struggled, trying to endure.

However, his body, remembering the ecstasy from earlier, finally surrendered completely.

"I, I do, I do... I do have... a connection..."

Compared to this maddening itch, death would be preferable. He trembled in fear. Would he die with his throat torn out like the Blood Cult member from before? However, unexpectedly, what came out of Dang Ran-yeong's mouth was not a threat to kill him.

"You answered well. So I'll give you a reward."

What followed the sweet praise was truly an ecstatic sensation.

Fingers that violently spread open his anus roughly probed and stirred inside. Normally, it would have been nothing but pain, but now it only brought extreme pleasure. A delayed sound escaped from Cheong-ra's widely opened mouth. Fresh cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Nngh, uh, aah..."

Stupid-sounding noises leaked from his open mouth, but he couldn't control them. He could only tense his entire body and gratefully receive the reward given by the other. Dang Ran-yeong, who had been randomly stirring inside him with squelching sounds, withdrew his fingers. Cheong-ra's breath, which had almost stopped, was roughly exhaled. The itchy sensation was returning, but the momentarily quenched thirst had been surprisingly sweet.