Chapter 43

His heart sank as he hadn't sensed any presence at all. Cheong-ra was dragged somewhere before he could even make a sound.

"It's troublesome if you leave like that without my permission."

Dang Ran-yeong said in an ominous voice. He opened the door of the nearest room and threw Cheong-ra inside while firmly gripping his hair. The force was so strong that Cheong-ra barely avoided the disgrace of rolling on the floor. Then came the sound of the door slamming shut.

"I'll make you aroused as you said. It means I'll handle you personally. Aren't you happy?"

"Wh-what are you suddenly doing..."

Dang Ran-yeong's actions dazed Cheong-ra's mind as if he had been suddenly attacked by a beast. Dang Ran-yeong, who had closed the room door, reached out his hand. Cheong-ra, who had barely come to his senses, dodged and swatted away the hand trying to grab his collar.

However, the other was far superior in hand techniques and grip strength. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed one of Cheong-ra's wrists, struck the back of his knee, and knocked him to the floor. He caught the other wrist that was touching the floor and twisted it behind his back. Although it didn't hurt much, Cheong-ra gasped as both wrists were tied behind him.

"Dang Ran-yeong! Are you crazy?!"

"In return, from now on, you must obediently follow my orders."

Ignoring Cheong-ra's words, Dang Ran-yeong spoke in a calm voice and pulled on the rope binding his wrists. Because it felt like his shoulders would dislocate, Cheong-ra had no choice but to quickly raise his upper body. His face flushed red with bewilderment.

"Don't have any questions."

Dang Ran-yeong lifted the struggling Cheong-ra with one hand. Cheong-ra stood firm, terrified of what the other might do. However, despite his resistance, Dang Ran-yeong dragged Cheong-ra to a chair in the room. His touch was like handling a small child.

"Stay put quietly until I use you."

The overwhelming pressure made Cheong-ra momentarily forget what to say. He couldn't even get angry at being blatantly treated like an object. His chest felt painfully constricted, and at the same time, fear welled up. This place was completely Dang Ran-yeong's domain. If anything happened to him, or if he did anything, no one would know...

No one would know about his disgrace. How alluring a condition this was. Thinking this, Cheong-ra belatedly came to his senses and gritted his teeth.

"Let go of this!"

Although he resisted with all his might, he ended up being forced to kneel in front of the chair. He was extremely tense, not knowing what the other was trying to do. Dang Ran-yeong grabbed Cheong-ra's hair and pushed it forward. Although he strained his neck until it was stiff, there was nothing he could do while tied up.

"Lick it."

"...!"

The place where Dang Ran-yeong guided Cheong-ra's head was the front part of the chair's armrest. The end of the armrest, which came down in a graceful line from the backrest, was round and long. At first, Cheong-ra didn't understand and was dazed, but then he trembled with anger.

"No, you son of a bitch!"

Cheong-ra had rarely uttered profanities in his life. He believed that swearing was an act that made a person ugly. However, the act that Dang Ran-yeong was forcing on him now was so insulting that a harsh curse spontaneously burst out.

"Young Master Baek Ri, you don't want to?"

A surprisingly gentle voice flowed from behind. The fingers caressing his neck were soft, but it made his skin crawl terribly. Before Cheong-ra could say anything.

"Then I'll make you want it."

"...Kugh!"

A rope suddenly wrapped around from behind and strangled his neck. He unknowingly tried to fall backwards, but Dang Ran-yeong's knee pressed down on his back. If his hands weren't tied, he would have somehow broken the rope around his neck. But now, Cheong-ra could do nothing but have his neck strangled.

Soon his vision and hearing became muffled, and his sight turned black. His heart was beating madly with fear that he might be killed by the other. He twisted his whole body and struggled to survive, but it was just meaningless writhing to Dang Ran-yeong.

Light began to sparkle over his blackened vision. Just when he thought he was going to die, the rope strangling his neck loosened.

"Huk, heuk, keok...!"

As his blocked breath returned, coughing erupted. Dang Ran-yeong generously waited until Cheong-ra properly regained his senses. And when he seemed to have caught his breath to some extent, he grabbed his head again and pulled it towards the armrest.

"Lick it."

Trembling all over, Cheong-ra turned his head to the side. The corners of his eyes glaring at Dang Ran-yeong were red from what had just happened, looking as if they had been colored with rouge. A smile appeared on Dang Ran-yeong's lips, which had been indifferently strangling and ordering him.

"I don't want to...!"

"It's okay. I can wait until you want to."

Dang Ran-yeong, who had gently caressed his face, mercilessly pulled the rope again. A choked moan rose from Cheong-ra's lips as his head was jerked back. His eyes, which had been persistently glaring at Dang Ran-yeong, gradually closed. Dang Ran-yeong persistently admired how the corners of Cheong-ra's eyes and mouth became moist. Then, when his face turned from red to dark red, he loosened the rope.

Cheong-ra's body, which had been severely strangled twice and then released, was trembling more than before. As a martial artist, he was enduring this much, but if he had been an ordinary commoner, it would have been a level of asphyxiation that would have left him half-unconscious. However, even seeing this, Dang Ran-yeong felt no guilt at all. Rather, with the corners of his mouth raised, he mercilessly ordered Cheong-ra again.

"Lick it."

Gasping for breath, Cheong-ra barely managed to shake his head slightly. At this clear expression of refusal, he strangled his neck again.

"Keuk, keu..."

In the fear of being strangled to death and the pain of asphyxiation, Cheong-ra's mind became hazy. His face, flushed with blood, felt like it was about to burst, and tears were leaking from his eyes. His feet and hands twitched desperately, expressing his dire state of mind.

Dang Ran-yeong ordered several times in a monotone voice, and immediately strangled him if he didn't comply. The repetitive process was oppressive, like taming a disobedient beast. With each strangling, Cheong-ra's body gradually lost strength.

It was when he became convinced that this person would never stop until he obediently followed orders.

"...!"

This time, there was no knee pressing down on his back as his body fell backward. Cheong-ra's eyes, which had barely opened to look up, suddenly widened. Unlike the emotionless commanding voice, a satisfied smile had appeared all over the other's face.

"Heu, keu!"

Cheong-ra's head touched the other's crotch. Something hard and swollen touched the back of his head. At first, he was too out of it to realize what it was. However, the sensation on his earlobe was more sensitive than he thought.

Hot and damp fabric pressed against his ear. It moved up and down along his earlobe, allowing him to sufficiently infer its shape. His ear felt burning hot. As it rubbed as if to poke the tip, it felt as if even his ear was becoming lewdly wet.

Heat rushed between his legs, which had only been painful from being strangled before. It felt as if the other's excitement had transferred to him as the man's member rubbed against his ear and head. Dang Ran-yeong, without any shame, pressed and rubbed his thing against Cheong-ra's head.

"Young Master Baek Ri, I'm much more aroused than I thought..."

He slightly loosened the choking rope and rubbed Cheong-ra's wet eyes, who was barely breathing, and asked.

"Are you going to keep resisting?"

Sensing something ominous in that voice, Cheong-ra's lips moved. However, before he could say anything, Dang Ran-yeong strangled his neck with all his might.

This time, Cheong-ra couldn't make any sound. He could only tremble as he felt the man rubbing and grinding his member against his head as if it were a tool. The other's technique was very skillful and knew the limits well, slightly loosening the rope just when he was about to pass out, then tightening it again so strongly that it felt like his neck would break.

Only after what felt like nearly an hour had passed in agony did Dang Ran-yeong completely loosen the rope strangling his neck. This time, Cheong-ra collapsed to the floor, lacking even the strength to support his body.

Saliva dripped from his mouth, but he could do nothing about it. He could only open his mouth and gasp for breath, barely managing to cough. His neck hurt terribly and his head felt like it was about to burst. Before he could properly come to his senses, Dang Ran-yeong lifted Cheong-ra up.

The round armrest of the chair approached his eyes again. As his head kept drooping from lack of strength, Dang Ran-yeong held his chin to keep it in place. He didn't care at all whether the saliva that had flowed from Cheong-ra's mouth got on it or not. Only Cheong-ra flinched, conscious of that filthiness even in his dazed state.

"Lick it."

This time, he couldn't bring himself to say no.