Chapter 117

When Cheong-ra came to his senses, all the dishes were scattered on the floor, and he was pinned upside down on the table. Only his lower body was draped over the table, with his upper body almost falling off. Cheong-ra tried to flip over and get up, bracing himself against the floor, but his arms were already tied to the table legs with a whip.

"Dang Ran-yeong!"

Cheong-ra, upside down, shouted angrily. Blood was already starting to rush to his head. Dang Ran-yeong, firmly gripping Cheong-ra's ankles, laughed gleefully.

"Remember, Beauty. While you're here, you'll wear and eat what I give you. You can resist or rebel if you want. But know that every action will have rewards and punishments."

"What on earth did I do to deserve this...!"

Hadn't they just been having a pleasant conversation and enjoying a meal? He had clearly seen that Dang Ran-yeong was satisfied with how deliciously he ate. Did he really look that unsightly while eating? As he was thinking this, the reason he received was absurd.

"You didn't drink the tea."

"That's because there's been poison in the tea you've given me twice already!"

Cheong-ra protested and tried to free his arms, but the whip was incredibly tough, made of some unknown material. Dang Ran-yeong pressed down on his struggling legs and retorted.

"So?"

Cheong-ra was at a loss for words at the response that implied, "What does it matter if there's poison in the tea I give you or not?" Dang Ran-yeong gently massaged the inside of Cheong-ra's thighs and said,

"Since you've eaten your fill, it's better not to vomit and just endure. Then I'll feed you another meal."

"What, what are you trying to do..."

Strong hands stripped off Cheong-ra's pants while keeping him hanging upside down on the table. Cheong-ra's voice trembled with fear, as everything Dang Ran-yeong did to him was outrageous and shocking. As he said, not wanting to vomit, he barely swallowed down the rising bile.

Cheong-ra tried to struggle once more but soon gave up. The situation of having blood rush to his head was harder than he had thought. Moreover, being half-naked with only his lower body exposed and legs flailing, he felt too unsightly to do anything.

Dang Ran-yeong's hands grasped his buttocks. It was truly shameful to have his lower entrance fully exposed while hanging upside down in broad daylight. He squeezed his eyes shut, just wishing for this situation to end quickly.

Dang Ran-yeong climbed onto the table with a light movement. He pressed Cheong-ra's legs down with his body to keep him from falling, then spread his buttocks.

"The condition has improved quite a bit."

Feeling the intense gaze persistently examining his swollen entrance, Cheong-ra bit his lip. As he was panting and fearfully wondering what would be done to him, two fingers entered him from behind. His entrance, now accustomed to the sensation of insertion, involuntarily clenched, causing Cheong-ra's already flushed face from the blood rush to burn even hotter.

"Eut, eueut..."

Dang Ran-yeong seemed to deliberately tease Cheong-ra, slowly inserting and withdrawing his fingers, enjoying the twitching reactions. When he firmly pressed a familiar spot, Cheong-ra let out a gasp. Even in this situation, a tingling pleasure resonated. As he squeezed his eyes shut and just endured, Dang Ran-yeong's words rang in his ears.

"From now on, if there's anything you don't eat and leave behind, I'll put it all in your rear hole, so learn well today."

"Wh-what...! Wait, wait!"

He'd put everything left uneaten in his rear hole? Did that mean even what was left today? Although he had eaten all the food, he hadn't drunk the tea, so Cheong-ra's body stiffened. As he was thinking "Surely not," Dang Ran-yeong pronounced his sentence.

"From now on, drink all the tea without leaving a drop."

With an amused voice, Dang Ran-yeong spread the fingers he had inserted into Cheong-ra's rear.

Cheong-ra's eyes widened as he panted and shouted.

"N-no! Dang Ran-yeong, don't! What are you doing...!"

It wasn't like forcing him to drink the tea, how could he put it in from behind! This was something Cheong-ra had never imagined in his entire life. As he struggled desperately in shock, Dang Ran-yeong clicked his tongue briefly.

Soon, a sharp, stinging pain spread across his buttocks with a harsh friction sound. Dang Ran-yeong had slapped Cheong-ra's buttocks with his hand. This humiliating spanking, which he had experienced before, felt even more painful today, perhaps because he was hanging upside down.

Slap, slap! Slap! The spanking fell repeatedly on his right buttock. Spanking the buttocks is usually a mild form of punishment used by adults to discipline children. However, Dang Ran-yeong's hand was incomparably more painful than that. It was because he was not just any martial artist, but a particularly strong one.

The martial artists of the Tang Clan of Sichuan specially train their hands to throw various hidden weapons accurately. Dang Ran-yeong was no exception, so although his hands looked good on the outside, his fingers and palms were hard, with skin like tough leather.

Being struck with such hands on his buttocks was unbearably painful as well as shameful. He thought it might be better to be hit with leather instead.

"Huuk, hueuuk..."

Finally, Cheong-ra gave up resisting and went limp. He just wanted to get it over with quickly and end this situation of being hung upside down. As if pleased with this, Dang Ran-yeong stroked the reddened, swollen buttocks with his fingertips. The touch was so skillful in tickling the sensitive skin that it sent shivers down his spine.

"Stay still. You might get hurt..."

The words "Then you shouldn't do it" rose to his throat. But surprisingly, even in this mortifyingly humiliating situation, Cheong-ra's member began to harden gradually. Not wanting Dang Ran-yeong to notice his arousal, he clenched his lips tightly, but that didn't last long.

Cheong-ra was startled when the spout of a hot teapot touched him. Only then did he belatedly remember the temperature of the water that had been steaming hot. His back muscles tensed with fear that his insides might be scalded. Strong hands spread his buttocks wide.

Before he could say anything about it being too hot, the tip of the hard spout was firmly inserted. As the hot tea flowed in, warming his insides, a short scream escaped Cheong-ra's lips.

"Ah!"

"Don't exaggerate. I cooled it down appropriately."

Is that a lie? It feels so hot? Trembling with fear, Cheong-ra barely recalled how Dang Ran-yeong had shaken the teapot annoyingly earlier and then seemed to check the temperature with the back of his hand. Only then did his anxiety subside a little.

Once he was certain he wouldn't be injured, all that remained was intense shame. The tea continued to trickle into his belly. It seemed like he was deliberately letting the tea flow in slowly. Although the amount of tea in the teapot didn't seem to be much, his stomach already felt full.

As he endured with his eyes tightly shut, the slow stream of water finally subsided. However, just as the teapot's spout was slowly being withdrawn, it was pushed back in. And then repeated. Squelch, squelch... As the repetitive sound continued, Cheong-ra realized he was being terribly toyed with. His fingers, braced against the floor, curled.

"Hueut, ha, stop it!"

"Well, it's too short to satisfy Beauty, isn't it?"

It was so shameful that he felt tears welling up in his eyes. It was even more so because his member had become completely hard in this situation, far from going limp. Shouldn't he not be getting an erection when hanging upside down with blood rushing to his head...

However, Dang Ran-yeong's punishment didn't end there. Something hard touched where the teapot's spout had been. Cheong-ra fluttered in surprise, only to receive another slap on his buttocks. Frozen by the silent warning to stay still, Dang Ran-yeong firmly inserted something unidentified.

"Ah, aah!"

It wasn't particularly painful, but his body, having experienced long nights of lovemaking until last night, reacted sensitively. Now knowing the pleasure from insertion too well, his toes curled in the air. The insertion wasn't deep. Something round entered about two finger joints deep and then stopped, blocking the entrance. Cheong-ra finally realized it was a plug.

His breathing involuntarily quickened.