Chapter 98

"As an apology, shall I tie them for you personally?"

"Wh-what!"

Cheong-ra, who had repeatedly sworn to himself that the base acts with this man were over, was startled. He tried to shake off the other, but as always, it was futile. Even though he used footwork techniques to escape from the disadvantageous position, Dang Ran-yeong had already taken his back and suddenly embraced his upper body.

"Young Master Dang! Let go!"

Afraid that others might come, Cheong-ra shouted in a small voice. However, the powerful grip and the sensation of the firm embrace he had tried so hard to forget mercilessly penetrated Cheong-ra's heart. He immediately recalled the humiliation the other had inflicted on him, and the pleasure that had stemmed from complete submission.

He twisted his body to shake off that sensation, but was pushed against the wall with a thud. Dang Ran-yeong pulled at Cheong-ra's waistband and whispered in his ear.

"Behave. Do you think it's common for me to serve you like this?"

"What kind of... service is this...!"

Cheong-ra's voice, which was about to argue, was swallowed back. It was because Dang Ran-yeong had firmly grasped his manhood. Goosebumps spread as the hand with enough strength to crush a human skull kneaded his testicles.

"Waking you up personally, serving you... isn't Beauty enjoying a luxury?"

Dang Ran-yeong said in an amused, sinister voice as he carelessly wrapped the ties around the shaft. Cheong-ra tried his best to endure, but eventually became fully erect in Dang Ran-yeong's hand. And he realized anew.

He still loved this humiliating situation far too much...

Dang Ran-yeong's hand moved lewdly inside his waistband. He gripped and shook the tip of his manhood fully in his palm, then rubbed it slickly with the pre-fluid leaking from the glans. He painfully squeezed it or tightly constricted it with the ties. It was a sensation that a man simply couldn't ignore. Cheong-ra tightly closed his eyes, trying to hold back the "Huk" sound escaping his breath.

"Wait, is this how you tie it?"

"Nngh, stop...!"

As his testicles and shaft were tightly bound together, an unbearable pain arose. As he endured, tensing his buttocks and thighs, Dang Ran-yeong caressed the blood-flushed glans, teasing him.

"Beauty, don't just enjoy it, you should tell me how to tie it properly."

"Ahuk, what... do you want me... to do!"

Cheong-ra shook his head while sobbing. The torment grew with each passing moment. If it were just the pain of his manhood being constricted, he could have endured it.

However, what was even harder to bear was his longing for Dang Ran-yeong.

As his resolve to cut ties with the other crumbled helplessly, he found himself wishing for even harsher treatment. He wanted to be helplessly subjugated by this man again. And he had no doubt that he would soon do so to him. Because that's how it had always been until now.

However, surprisingly, Dang Ran-yeong did not subjugate Cheong-ra.

A low laugh sounded in his ear. After painfully biting his nape once, he skillfully tied the lower garment ties with one hand. Though it was quite constricting due to his full arousal, it was exactly the same as how Cheong-ra usually tied them. Without giving any more pain or stimulation, his hand withdrew from inside the pants.

As Cheong-ra just stared in disbelief, Dang Ran-yeong smiled, patted his cheek with his fingertips, and left.

Left alone in the room, half-aroused, Cheong-ra writhed in frustration and shame a moment later. Even by that afternoon, and even the next day, Dang Ran-yeong did not touch Cheong-ra.

However, he continued his subtle torment in other ways.

A few mornings later, Cheong-ra stared stiffly at the food laid out before him. The table was luxuriously set with roast duck, braised pork belly, sweet rice cakes filled with nuts, and various other dishes. It wasn't a suitable breakfast spread.

"What's all this...?"

As Cheong-ra looked at him very warily, Dang Ran-yeong just smiled nonchalantly. There was a reason Cheong-ra couldn't simply accept this kindness. Recently, throughout their journey to Beijing, Dang Ran-yeong's torments had always been disguised as kindness.

"Eat well. Who else but me would take such good care of Beauty?"

Dang Ran-yeong said in a deliberately gentle voice as he heaped braised pork belly with its delicious oil and bok choy onto Cheong-ra's plate. Wi Je-ho, who had been swallowing his saliva looking at the food, shuddered upon hearing that voice. Cheong-ra also stiffened before reluctantly picking up his chopsticks.

The meal was delicious. It didn't seem to be poisoned, nor was he forced to overeat. Even with high-quality tea, it was a perfect meal. That's why it was more unsettling.

After finishing the meal, Cheong-ra felt slightly queasy and went to the inn's backyard with his sword. But Dang Ran-yeong followed him out. Cheong-ra, who was about to draw his sword, hesitated. Dang Ran-yeong took out a dagger from his bosom. Cheong-ra tensed up and asked,

"Why? Is Young Master Dang going to practice too?"

"No, I'm going to be Beauty's sparring partner."

"I don't need..."

Cheong-ra protested, meaning that he could practice alone just fine, but Dang Ran-yeong ignored him.

"It's not often you get to receive teachings from a master like me. You should gratefully accept it."

His eyes shone particularly wickedly, as if inlaid with green jade, as he spoke, clearly enjoying tormenting Cheong-ra immensely.

Since Dang Ran-yeong's words weren't wrong, Cheong-ra reluctantly trudged to stand before him. The realization that this was why he had been fed so well flashed through his mind. Wi Je-ho, who had been crunching on an apple for dessert, quickly came out to watch, which was somewhat annoying.

"Are you planning to face me with a dagger?"

"A dagger is enough for someone like Beauty."

As Dang Ran-yeong skillfully played with the dagger in his hand while speaking, Wi Je-ho spat out an apple seed and made an "Oho" sound.

"If it were me, I would have completely crushed someone who said such things, but given who the opponent is, that's not possible for Beauty."

Cheong-ra thought exactly the same. However, unlike Dang Ran-yeong and Wi Je-ho, who seemed warlike martial artists in every aspect, he didn't get very angry at such insults. He just hoped this sparring session wouldn't be too grueling.

"Now then, Beauty. I'll let you attack first."

As Dang Ran-yeong gripped the dagger in reverse and smiled with his eyes, Cheong-ra's heart trembled at how attractive he looked. Cheong-ra swallowed dryly and slowly raised his sword. By now, expectation for this sparring match had grown abundantly in his heart. Unlike Wi Je-ho, it wasn't because of a competitive spirit, but because Dang Ran-yeong was an opponent who could easily defeat him even with just a dagger.

"Huu..."

A tense breath escaped between Cheong-ra's lips.

Too many openings were visible in his opponent, who stood in a relaxed posture holding the dagger. Due to the difference in weapon length, the dagger was overwhelmingly disadvantaged compared to the long sword, so this was natural, but the opponent was Dang Ran-yeong. To Cheong-ra, every opening seemed like a trap.

As he calculated while looking for an opening, Cheong-ra's form suddenly sprang forward.

Heavenly Cloud Twelve Illusion Sword, Ultimate Move: Ten Thousand Changes Willow Cloud Sword.

Cheong-ra gave it his all from the first attack. From the sharp sword tip, a soft yet unpredictable sword technique unfolded like a cloud. Remembering that Dang Ran-yeong often used his left hand, it was an attack aimed at the opening on the right side. The sharp blade sliced towards his flank but was blocked by the dagger before it could even touch his clothes.

Cheong-ra, who had fully expected his attack to be blocked, continued his assault without blinking. He then unfolded another technique. The Ten Thousand Changes Willow Cloud Sword flowed seamlessly into the Dark Cloud Heavy Descending Battle Sword.

Adding the subtleties of illusion swordsmanship to his specialty, swift swordsmanship, created a dizzying sword path that embroidered the surroundings. Any ordinary martial artist would fall without even knowing where and how they were being cut.

But of course, Dang Ran-yeong was not deceived by Cheong-ra's illusion sword.

"Illusion swordsmanship is meant to deceive the opponent's eyes and attack their weak points. But if the attack pattern is so visible like this, can it really be called illusion swordsmanship? This is just flashy swift swordsmanship."

"...Ugh!"

Along with Dang Ran-yeong's scathing critique, each end of Cheong-ra's sword path was blocked by the dagger. The skill with which he smoothly deflected the blade with the flat of the dagger was truly marvelous. Gritting his teeth, Cheong-ra moved his sword even faster. The sword tip, which left faint afterimages, could barely cut Dang Ran-yeong's collar.

"Now, let me help you until you realize that speed isn't that important in illusion swordsmanship."

With those words, the tide turned. The dagger that had been one-sidedly blocking Cheong-ra's attacks changed its movement. Just by taking one step forward, a fierce aura rose.

In that instant, a suffocating pressure weighed down on his body.