Chapter 77

Dang Ran-yeong painfully twisted Cheong-ra's nipples once more. As Cheong-ra panted, accepting the pain as pleasure, he felt the unbearably itchy sensation in his nipples gradually subsiding.

"Anti...dote...?"

As he mumbled dazedly and barely lifted his head, he saw a medicine container in Dang Ran-yeong's hand that hadn't been there before. It was a container full of beige-colored ointment. Cheong-ra's eyes wavered as his insides and hole were becoming unbearably itchy again. He felt even more desperate as a cool sensation spread across his nipples.

The itchy feeling returned to almost the same level as before, as if it had never been relieved. Tears rolled down from Cheong-ra's eyes as he looked up at Dang Ran-yeong with a desperate gaze. He had never felt so miserable and desperate in his life. Only then did Dang Ran-yeong caress Cheong-ra's cheek and ask,

"Shall I give it to you?"

"Yes, yes..."

He nodded frantically. He could do anything the other ordered. If only he would scratch him again, if only he would apply the antidote. Dang Ran-yeong smiled broadly again and moved his lips.

"Look kindly upon me."

Even in his dazed state, Cheong-ra understood what the other was demanding. He was urging him to repeat the words he had refused earlier. His hesitation was brief. A trembling voice flowed from between his wet lips.

"Please... look kindly upon this Beauty..."

"Is that all?"

At Dang Ran-yeong's response, Cheong-ra, who had swallowed his pride, lifted his head. What more should he do here? As Dang Ran-yeong closed the container with the antidote, Cheong-ra became extremely anxious. Heat was added to his cheeks, which were already flushed red. He tightly closed his eyes, and tears flowed again.

He forcibly dragged his legs, which were almost numb from being tied, and crawled forward slowly.

Cheong-ra desperately rubbed his forehead against the other's hand and took his fingers into his mouth. It was the hand of someone who could take his life at any moment. He licked it with his tongue, sucked on it making lewd wet sounds, and looked up. He repeatedly inserted and withdrew the index and middle fingers between his reddened, wet lips. And having discarded all his pride, he begged for the other's mercy.

"Look... kindly... upon me..."

His voice was choked as he begged while sobbing, his breath coming in gasps. The tail of his pleading voice, saying "please," was long. Dang Ran-yeong quietly observed this sight, then burst into laughter and leaned forward.

"That's not what I meant... But since you're cute, I'll do as Beauty wishes."

The relief from the hand caressing his cheek as if praising him was short-lived. Dang Ran-yeong reached for the torture devices hanging on the prison cell wall. Among them, he grabbed a whip made for beating people. Cheong-ra's gaze wavered, half in despair and half in anticipation.

'Is he going to hit me? Or could it be... he's going to put that inside me?'

However, as he watched Dang Ran-yeong leisurely apply the antidote from the tip of the stick, he felt it didn't matter either way. In his mind, where reason had become faint, there was only the base desire for that thing, whatever it was, to be inserted and stirred inside him.

The stick, shining with the applied ointment, looked very hard, as if carved from hornbeam. It was a vicious club of a thickness suitable for gripping firmly, capable of breaking bones if used to strike someone. Under normal circumstances, he would never have thought of having such an object inserted into him.

A large hand pressed down firmly on Cheong-ra's waist. Cheong-ra obediently lay flat on the floor but wiggled his hips impatiently. Shame, fear, anxiety, and anticipation complexly intertwined, bringing a hot flush to his face.

The end of the club rubbed between his buttocks. And then it pushed straight inside.

The long and thick object, sufficient to quench his thirst, parted his agonizingly itchy inner walls, plunging deep inside and then withdrawing. Then it entered and exited rapidly again, stirring his inner walls that had been red and itchy.

"Nngh, aah, aaah! Ah, ah, ah!"

It was incomparably more blissful than when fingers had scratched him. His breath caught, and sweet moans involuntarily escaped. The thick stick roughly prodded everywhere, spreading the ointment deeply. Ecstasy bloomed in each spot.

"Hik, nngh, ah, haah!"

Cheong-ra jerked his body and shuddered violently. Tears streamed down from his wide-open eyes. His mind was blank, unable to think of anything. All that remained was the sense of liberation, deep pleasure, and the touch of the man who had completely dominated him.

His member, constricted by the string, had been unbearably painful, but somehow managed to reach climax even while bound, spilling onto the floor. The ambiguous tightness of the binding, meant to allow for normal daily activities, only added to his torment.

Semen was messily splattered on the floor between his legs. The joy he had never experienced before was so sweet that it felt like his entire body was melting.

The antidote was truly effective, quickly making the itchy sensation disappear. However, the movement of the stick stirring his rear did not stop. Soon, a different tingling sensation arose. The angle of the stick, which had initially been meant just to apply the medicine, changed.

The club moved in circles inside him like a mortar pestle. Every time it moved up and down, creating a path, his body twitched, and a tingling sensation arose from his knees to his solar plexus. Cheong-ra sobbed and shook his head from side to side.

"Ah, ah! Why, whyy, again.., poison, huk, ...ah, ah, ah!"

"Does it feel like I've applied poison again?"

Sneering, Dang Ran-yeong pulled the club out from between Cheong-ra's buttocks and then pushed it back in. Cheong-ra's body jerked violently. An incomprehensible light flickered in his thoroughly wet eyes. Sweat flowed down his white forehead, mixing with his tears. While cruelly crushing and toying with the body experiencing anal pleasure for the first time, Dang Ran-yeong said,

"It's your body that's lewd. It's tingling, begging to be stirred more."

"Uu, aah, ah! Nngh, huk!"

His toes, which had turned white from lack of blood circulation due to his tightly bound legs, curled with all their might. When Dang Ran-yeong tickled him with his fingers, he writhed, not knowing what to do. When the end of the club kneaded his insides, he gasped for breath and trembled as if having a seizure.

Once again, his reddened, almost overripe member painfully and laboriously ejaculated. Dang Ran-yeong, clearly aware of the pain caused by the binding string, did not untie it. Instead, he savored that agony while continuing to thrust the club.

"Aagh...! Ah, aah! Stop, stop...!"

No matter how hard he tried to curl up and escape, his flattened body didn't budge. His waist and buttocks tensed and relaxed repeatedly. Another severe spasm came to his thighs.

Dang Ran-yeong firmly grasped the inside of his spasming leg while pushing the club in as deeply as possible. A very pained groan escaped from Cheong-ra's prone mouth. He was probably feeling pain as if his stomach was being pierced.

"...Ha."

Finally, a strange exclamation escaped from Dang Ran-yeong's mouth as he watched the scene. The image of Moonlight Flashing Sword, who always maintained an obsessively neat appearance, was nowhere to be seen. There was only a pitiful loser, completely broken and disheveled, submitting, crying, and begging.

Dang Ran-yeong's eyes darkened with desire and lust. He glared at the ceiling, then looked down again, his mouth twisting upward.

Cheong-ra barely turned his head and looked up, narrowing his eyes with difficulty. His eyes were extremely wet, their depths unfathomable. As his red lips moved, trying to say something, Dang Ran-yeong leaned in to listen for a moment.

"Make me... pretty..."

He was saying very softly. It was an astonishingly abject and weak voice. Dang Ran-yeong's jaw clenched briefly before relaxing. Finally, his hand moved downward.

As he untied the strings of his lower garment, a frighteningly aroused manhood sprang out. Pushing aside the black silk robe, he grasped the member that had been on the verge of bursting with heat for quite some time. He held the thing as large as his big hand and stroked it slowly.

Cheong-ra looked up at the other's face as if entranced, panting. A red energy swirled in the cool eyes staring at him. Seeing the clear traces of lust, a tingling pleasure spread through him. It was a stimulation coming from mental satisfaction.

His breathing became somewhat rough, and soon pre-ejaculate spilled from Dang Ran-yeong's glans. The dense semen was messily sprayed over Cheong-ra's waist and buttocks. The briefly roughened breathing was the only sign of his excitement. After readjusting his lower garment, he showed mercy.

"Ah, nngh..."

As the string sticky with bodily fluids was untied, Cheong-ra's member was freed. As the deeply inserted club was slowly withdrawn, the floor was once again wet with semen. Dang Ran-yeong easily broke the club, soaked with bodily fluids and ointment, in half and threw it into the brazier.

After being severely tormented by long and cruel stimulation and pleasure, Cheong-ra collapsed, finally liberated.