Chapter 74

A rough hand swiftly removed Cheong-ra's shoes. As a cold metal object touched his ankle, Cheong-ra began to struggle wildly.

"No! Stop, let go of this!"

He kicked with all his might, but his ankle was simply grabbed and painfully pressed to the floor. The cool metal sensation moved from his ankle to his calf, and then to his thigh. Cheong-ra belatedly realized that the object touching his skin was scissors. The sound of cloth being cut filled the air as his clothes were removed.

Knowing that resisting might only lead to more harm, Cheong-ra had no choice but to grit his teeth while his body trembled. Pausing in cutting the clothes, Dang Ran-yeong caressed the exposed white skin with his fingertips and spoke in a seductive voice.

"Poor thing, you're shaking. You must be scared... If you're like this already, what will you do later?"

The coldness in his voice, feigning sympathy, was so unfamiliar and chilling that Cheong-ra's heart sank.

"I really have no connection to the Blood Cult."

Even as Cheong-ra denied it once more, his clothes were methodically cut away. In the process, he was left completely naked. As the cool air of the prison cell chilled his skin, his body's trembling intensified. Dang Ran-yeong leisurely admired the well-toned muscles of his back, buttocks, and thighs.

"This looks good."

Saying this, Dang Ran-yeong put the scissors down on the floor, and Cheong-ra felt relieved. He had been afraid that the other might use the scissors to cut or slice his skin.

"It's not too late. Tell me honestly."

Dang Ran-yeong urged him to answer. His long, firm fingers trailed from Cheong-ra's lower back to his buttocks. What might have seemed skillful at another time now felt like he was gauging where to inflict pain. Having truly no connection to the Blood Cult, Cheong-ra shook his head with all his might.

"I've already told you. I have no connection to the Blood Cult...!"

"I see, so you still have no intention of speaking honestly."

The voice saying this seemed more satisfied than disappointed. As if he was pleased to have the opportunity to torture Cheong-ra.

Cheong-ra's nerves were on edge. His gaze kept drifting to the blazing brazier. He had seen many burn victims during his travels in the Central Plains. Imagining himself with such burns, they were all such horrific scars that he didn't want to live at all. He just desperately hoped that Dang Ran-yeong wouldn't touch his face.

Fortunately, Dang Ran-yeong's hand didn't reach for the branding iron. Instead, he placed some unknown heavy metal object on Cheong-ra's lower back. The cold sensation made Cheong-ra tense up, his back muscles contracting and forming a hollow.

"Wh-what!"

Then Cheong-ra was startled. Dang Ran-yeong's fingertips rubbed between his buttocks. He blatantly rubbed and pressed against the tightly closed entrance, leaving no room for misunderstanding. It was a part Cheong-ra had never imagined anyone else touching, and certainly not expected to be touched in this situation.

"Don't touch...!"

Cheong-ra's words of refusal were cut short as a finger invaded him. The longest finger forcibly spread his tightly closed rear and plunged in deeply at once. The mental shock of that moment was so great that his breath stopped for a moment.

Why was he touching such a place? Was he planning to torture his insides? Or was he going to roughly handle him like Neung Jeong-dong had been violated at The Pavilion of Golden Fragrance, intending to break his spirit first?

Cheong-ra's face turned bright red with shame. There was some pain, but it was negligible. However, having someone's finger inside him was indescribably bewildering and embarrassing. When a second finger immediately forced its way in, Cheong-ra couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.

"T-take this out! Take it out now!"

"You should be begging me to caress you gently."

Cheong-ra cried out with a single "Ah!" This was because Dang Ran-yeong, sneering, pushed in yet another finger. Feeling increasingly painful and extremely uncomfortable, Cheong-ra swallowed hard and twisted his body. As the fingers began to stir around inside him randomly, he started to break out in a cold sweat.

"Beg, 'Please look kindly upon this Beauty.' Then I'll loosen you up nicely."

Dang Ran-yeong urged, painfully pressing on his insides until it ached. Gritting his teeth to endure the pain, Cheong-ra retorted.

"Get lost, you son of a bitch!"

"Refusing such a kind offer, how foolish and pitiful..."

After roughly pushing and probing as if he might insert his whole hand, Dang Ran-yeong abruptly withdrew his fingers. Cheong-ra's body stiffened. While the stirring inside had just felt uncomfortable, the moment the fingers slipped out, they brushed against something that caused a faint sensation of pleasure.

However, he soon couldn't focus on that anymore. Dang Ran-yeong picked up the heavy metal object he had placed on Cheong-ra's waist. As the tip of the unidentifiable device was positioned between his buttocks, Cheong-ra's face turned pale.

"D-don't! Dang Ran-yeong!"

"Beauty, you seem to be mistaken."

The cool tip of the device twirled, rubbing his perineum before moving upward.

"You're being tortured right now, so saying such things will only pique my interest."

With those words, he forcefully pushed the metal device in. Naturally, something so much thicker and harder than fingers couldn't enter easily. It barely managed to take in just the tip, and as the resistance increased, Dang Ran-yeong muttered.

"As expected, it's not going in well due to lack of experience."

But using lubricant would be too merciful, wouldn't it? Saying this, the man firmly gripped Cheong-ra's thighs. Then, applying strong force, he forcibly wedged it in.

"...Aagh!"

Finally, a painful scream escaped Cheong-ra's lips as he trembled and tried to endure. He reflexively struggled and crawled forward, but Dang Ran-yeong caught him and pinned him to the floor.

Pinned under the heavy body, the painful process continued. Cheong-ra gritted his teeth and endured. But no matter how much he tensed his stomach and tried to push out, it seemed to only help the insertion go more smoothly. The unidentified device steadily twisted and parted the soft flesh as it pushed deeper inside.

His fingers, bound behind him by the shackles, turned white. Finally, fearing the endlessly invading object, Cheong-ra begged. His rear was unbearably painful and raw.

"It, it hurts, please no more... Stop."

"Your mouth is complaining, but down here..."

As Dang Ran-yeong grasped between his legs, Cheong-ra panted and squeezed his eyes shut.

"You seem to like being poked with this so much?"

You were born incredibly lewd and lascivious. Dang Ran-yeong said, pressing his lips close to Cheong-ra's ear. Cheong-ra wanted to stop Dang Ran-yeong's hand, but the pain in his rear made it difficult even to curl his legs. Above all, the other's words were true. Pre-cum was dripping from the tip of his member, which Dang Ran-yeong was tapping in an insulting manner.

Even with this pain being inflicted, even in this terrifying and anxious situation, his body kept shuddering. His arms bound behind him by the shackles, the situation where he could only be violated no matter how much he struggled, these forceful and merciless acts...

Hating and ashamed of himself, Cheong-ra tightly closed his mouth. The inside of his eyelids filled with hot moisture.

"Next time, shall I poke you with something longer and thicker?"

The mocking voice scraped against his ear. The repeated mention of "next time" suggested he wouldn't be killed. That was the only relief.

Finally, the seemingly endless torture came to an end. As if the unidentified torture device had been fully inserted, Cheong-ra felt something hard resting against his buttocks. He felt relieved, but only for a moment. Dang Ran-yeong turned a screw on the device lodged in his buttocks. A faint clicking sound was heard. A moment later, Cheong-ra's eyes widened.

Somehow, it felt like his rear was being spread open. He tried to reassure himself that it must be his imagination, but it wasn't. As the screw turned, his rear was gradually being spread wider. He couldn't move a muscle out of fear. Setting aside the shame, at this rate, it felt like his rear would be torn apart.

"Stop, stop it...!"

Unable to endure any longer, Cheong-ra cried out. This was truly the limit now. His rear was stretched taut; if it was spread any further, even his insides might tear. This torture, experienced for the first time in his life, terrified him. All sorts of ominous thoughts began to swirl in his mind.