Chapter 85

Having no choice but to accept that demand, Cheong-ra panted as he barely managed to hold his body still. From his straight, slender back to his buttocks, he tensed so much that his shoulder blades stood out more prominently than usual. His muscles ached with tension.

By now, Cheong-ra could no longer pay any attention to the outside world. All he could do was desperately wonder when this act would end, moistening the jade in his mouth with saliva. The washcloth blindfolding his eyes gradually became wet with tears.

As Dang Ran-yeong stroked long and deep inside him as if wiping, Cheong-ra's body trembled more intensely. The man behind him, finding this reaction amusing, persistently repeated the same action. Clear fluid dripped steadily from the reddened tip of his member.

Cheong-ra could no longer tell when he reached climax. Every moment was so intense that he could only endure. Hot blood rushed between his legs as if a hot compress had been applied, and heat surged. His cheeks, which had been pale from seasickness, were now flushed red.

'No more, no more...'

It was difficult to form coherent thoughts. He could only endure, hoping the other would show mercy.

Finally, his precarious posture balancing on one foot collapsed. His foot slipped, and his body tilted forward. In this position, his arms were in danger of dislocating.

However, as if anticipating this, a thick arm firmly gripped Cheong-ra's waist from behind. Dang Ran-yeong pulled Cheong-ra into his arms, supporting him solidly with his entire body. And surprisingly, as if he had been holding back due to the unstable posture until now, he began to ravage Cheong-ra's insides in earnest.

He pressed down on the sensitive area full of sweet nectar until it was flattened. In that state, he slowly rubbed, pressed, and ground against it. More sweet fluid trickled from Cheong-ra's slightly parted urethra.

"...Nngh, nngh!"

His suspended foot flailed wildly as he tried to endure the sensation that felt like he might faint. Lewd sounds came from his widely spread perineum. Before he knew it, bodily fluids that had flowed down his shaft to his perineum began to wet his rear entrance.

The cabin floor became dotted with dark stains. His toes, barely touching the ground, desperately tapped the floor before curling up and lifting into the air. Even as he writhed from the agonizing pleasure, there were no more slaps. Cheong-ra knew the sadistic man was thoroughly enjoying his desperate struggles.

Another ejaculation followed. This time, it was just his heated member twitching and leaking clear fluid. Instead, Cheong-ra's eyes became even more moist.

"Ahuk, hnng, hng..."

Cheong-ra's breathing stopped momentarily. After successive intense climaxes, he couldn't breathe for a moment. His body stiffened and then convulsed. Only when his neck was painfully bitten, leaving another set of teeth marks, could he breathe again. He thought that this should be enough, that surely the other must be satisfied after tormenting him so cruelly.

However, Dang Ran-yeong mercilessly didn't stop. Using his strong grip to forcibly spread and probe the inner walls that were tightly clenching his fingers, he merely said,

"Beauty, I knew you were lewd, but I didn't know you'd enjoy it this much. Shall we continue until nightfall?"

It was barely midday, and he was talking about continuing until night - how cruel a condition was this? Feeling he couldn't possibly endure, Cheong-ra desperately shook his head. Then he realized.

The other intended to continue until he dropped the jade from his mouth. He was demanding that Cheong-ra either endure whatever cruel acts were inflicted or submit obediently, drop the jade, and accept punishment. Either way was truly cruel.

Should he drop the jade? Surely the other wouldn't really lock him up at the top of The Pavilion of Golden Fragrance? No, he wouldn't. But even as he thought this, Cheong-ra clenched his teeth more tightly on the jade. For some reason, he felt he shouldn't let go of it.

The cruel torture continued again. Just like the itching in the prison cell last time, this too could only be called torture. The fingertips that relentlessly kneaded his tender insides were terrifying. He had no more fluid left to ejaculate.

When would it end?

Did he really have to... endure like this until nightfall? Another climax, he couldn't count how many, rose. This time, he had the illusion that his insides were becoming wet.

His body, which had endured and endured to the utmost, finally reached its limit. He made sharp, gasping sounds before his breath caught. His vision turned white, and his body trembled like an aspen leaf. A displeased clicking of the tongue was heard.

"Is it so difficult to ask me to stop?"

Saying this, Dang Ran-yeong pushed his fingers into Cheong-ra's mouth. His mouth, which had been barely holding the jade, opened weakly and spat out the wet green jade. Dang Ran-yeong took the jade in his hand and threw it to the floor. A foreboding clinking sound was heard.

Cheong-ra tried to cry out that it shouldn't be done, but what came out instead was a sob that resembled a moan. Startled by the sound he made, Cheong-ra tightly closed his lips.

Then the silk rope binding his body was also untied. As his body was about to collapse to the floor, Dang Ran-yeong lifted him and roughly threw him onto the bed. The washcloth blindfolding his eyes remained, but Cheong-ra had no strength left to remove it.

Just as he was feeling relieved, thinking it was over now, he felt a heavy weight on top of him. Cheong-ra flinched and curled up. An intense gaze moved slowly from his head to his toes. Even with his eyes covered, he could feel the merciless gaze full of sadism, causing him to exhale a trembling breath.

"Hnn..."

Dang Ran-yeong said nothing. That silence was so heavy that a faint moan escaped between Cheong-ra's lips.

He couldn't move at all, as if placed before a fierce beast. Cheong-ra's legs, frozen under the invisible weight, spread to either side. The man's hands firmly gripped the backs of his knees as he positioned himself between them. Then something touched his buttocks. Though obscured by the texture of cloth, it was an unmistakable sensation of a manhood.

The tip of the hard object pushed up against the flesh of his buttocks. That slow movement completely captured Cheong-ra's senses. Damp heat transmitted through the cloth.

There had been several times when Dang Ran-yeong had shown signs of lusting after him. But never had that desire felt as blatant as now. The other loomed over him, staring intently while rubbing his swollen member against him. He pressed against Cheong-ra's entrance as if about to penetrate at any moment. His thighs, painfully gripped by the other, felt like they might burst.

And when the other withdrew with a long breath, what Cheong-ra felt was disappointment.

But the disappointment didn't last long. Cheong-ra was startled when Dang Ran-yeong grasped his own member. After multiple climaxes, his thoroughly wet glans was trapped in the other's hand.

Reflexively, he tried to turn over, but was immediately flipped back. Rough hands gripped the insides of his knees. Then, spreading his curled-up legs, one was draped over a shoulder while the other was pinned down by a leg.

"Aah!"

A scream-like moan burst from Cheong-ra's mouth. It was because fingers had spread open his barely closed entrance and pushed inside.

The following movements were much more violent than before. Dang Ran-yeong pounded his insides, slapping against his perineum so hard it was worrying whether his rear might tear. His other hand roughly shook Cheong-ra's member, which had become soft and pliable.

Barely swallowing his cries of pleasure, Cheong-ra clawed at the blanket. His vision blurred as a violent heat pounded through his entire body. Soon, Dang Ran-yeong's hand became wet with fresh semen. But the movements didn't stop, and finally, Cheong-ra begged.

"Please, stop, hik! Sto-op..."

"It's too late, Beauty."

Dang Ran-yeong said, biting Cheong-ra's red-hot earlobe. The body pinned under the heavy weight jerked and convulsed. His hands moved involuntarily, reaching forward to grab the other's wrists to stop him.

However, once his hands touched Dang Ran-yeong's wrists, they didn't move further. In the end, all he could do was barely touch the skin with his fingertips before letting his hands fall limply as he writhed. He tried to escape somehow, but his legs were firmly pinned by the other as if caught in a snare.

"Ah, hnn, nngh!"

For some reason, every touch was cruel, as if deeply displeased. The climaxes that came in quick succession completely shattered the mind that had been pretending to be solid and firm. Cheong-ra viciously bit his forearm to stifle his voice, then barely gathered his fragmented mind to ask between pants. His voice was surprisingly pitiful.

"When, until when..."

"Until you learn to obey completely."

The answer came back without a trace of mercy. Nevertheless, instead of hitting or pushing the other away, Cheong-ra just gripped the blanket tightly and panted. The washcloth became wet again as the time of ordeal continued at length.