LM Chapter 9.1

Cedric arrived at the palace and cut the rope, causing Lyndon to tumble off his horse. He immediately fell to his knees and began vomiting.

The journey out had taken several hours. But returning to the palace took barely an hour. That’s how roughly Cedric had driven the horse on the way back. So it was only natural that Lyndon was vomiting.

The one silver lining was that perhaps because his body was so exhausted, his sorrow had faded a little.

“Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!”

Cedric grabbed Lyndon’s collar, who had calmed down slightly, and forcibly pulled him along.

“C-choke! Your… Your Highness! I… I can’t breathe…”
“Oh, Lyndon. You’ve made another mistake… I told you not to call me ‘Your Highness’.”
“… C-Cedric…”

But Cedric offered no reply. He simply dragged Lyndon off somewhere. 

What immense strength he possessed! Though Lyndon was a sturdy man himself, he couldn’t put up a proper fight and was helplessly hauled away.

And so, barely half a day after escaping, Lyndon found himself locked back inside that very bedroom.

Unlike when Lyndon had fled, iron bars now barred the terrace, and a large lock had been installed on the door. Seeing this, he swallowed hard, his mouth dry.

“First, go wash up. You look like a mess.”
“Ah, ah… I, um…”
“Aren’t you going to wash?”

Cedric ended up dragging Lyndon again. The moment they reached the bathtub filled with water, Cedric grabbed Lyndon’s head and shoved it into the tub.

“Guh! Guh! Guh!”

Lyndon pushed Cedric away in protest at the sudden water torture, but he was no match for Cedric’s brute strength. For a long while, his face was submerged in the bathwater, filling his eyes, nose, and mouth with water.

Just as he thought he might suffocate to death, Cedric grabbed Lyndon by the scruff of his neck and pulled him out.

“Well, do you feel like washing now?”
“…”
“Ah, still no?”

Just as Cedric was about to dunk him again, Lyndon shouted, “I’ll, I’ll do it! Dammit, I’ll wash!”

Lyndon jumped up, stripped off his soiled clothes, and climbed into the tub. He began lathering up and scrubbing his body. He grimaced at the stinging pain, but didn’t stop his hands in the face of the terror before him.

Cedric watched the scene expressionlessly. Then, he gave Lyndon an emotionless order. His calm expression and tone made it seem like he was instructing someone on something utterly trivial, as if it were nothing at all.

“Stick your butt out. Spread your hole.”
“…”

It was a humiliating demand. Lyndon froze, stopping even his washing.

“Deaf? Stick your ass out and spread your hole.”
“Huh, huh…”

After hearing the same command repeated twice, Lyndon slowly pushed his buttocks back and thrust them toward Cedric.

Plop.

Hearing the sound of water droplets falling from his buttocks, Cedric spread the hole open with both hands. The tightly closed, wrinkled hole let out an embarrassing puff of air, revealing its depths. It was utterly, completely humiliating.

Cedric, as if he’d been waiting for this, pressed his face right up to the quivering hole and began examining it thoroughly. Hot breath, thick with desire, tickled Lyndon’s rear.

Lyndon bit his lip hard, afraid a moan might escape. Then Cedric’s shocking question made his face crumple.

“Did someone stick it in you?”
“… What? Wha–? No, no way!”
“No?”
“Yes, yes! I, I didn’t do anything like that…” 

Thinking of Hayley made his heart ache again. Even in this moment, with his anus spread open, his rectal walls exposed.

How much time must pass before this sorrow degenerates, rots away, and corrodes into nothingness, as if it never existed?

Is that… even possible?

“Fuck, but…”

Without the slightest consideration for Lyndon, drenched in sweat, Cedric’s finger thrust into Lyndon’s spread-open rectum. It was a brutally inconsiderate, overbearing gesture.

At that humiliating touch, Lyndon moaned again. His once-clear eyes glazed over faintly. Psychologically repulsive and repugnant though it was, he felt pleasure once more.

As if waiting for it, his anus clenched around Cedric’s finger, and his flaccid, uncircumcised cock began to rise against gravity.

‘Like this… it’s as if… I’ve become some kind of beast…’

Where did this self-loathing that flashed through his mind every time pleasure overwhelmed him come from?

But Lyndon had no energy left for such deep thoughts. He could only moan and gasp.

“Huh, huh… Ug, ugh!”
“Hey, Lyndon. Why is your hole so damn loose, huh?”
“Huh, ah, no…“
”My fingers slide right in, you little slut.“
”Ah, ahhh.”

Cedric’s long fingers repeatedly probed Lyndon’s inner walls. With his innate athletic ability and exceptional sense of penetration, he instantly found Lyndon’s sweet spot and jabbed it repeatedly with his fingertips. Lyndon melted unreservedly under his touch.

Truthfully, Hayley wasn’t bad at it either, but Cedric and Hayley were on completely different levels. Comparing them was impossible.

And no wonder – just comparing the sheer number of times the two actually had sex made that clear.

Cedric, the epitome of a stud, had engaged in sex consistently every night since his first encounter as a youth – at minimum once, but often up to five times a night. He’d grown so bored he’d even started taking virgin maids.

Hayley, on the other hand, had only ever had sex two or three times a week at most, and only during periods when he had a lover. Setting aside the fact that he had sex with Lyndon every single day without fail. Their levels of experience were completely different.

Therefore, their capabilities were bound to differ as well. Cedric was inevitably superior when it came to delivering violent pleasure to his partner. He had instinctively mastered exactly which parts to thrust and touch, down to the last detail.

Thus, Lyndon’s breathless moans erupted incessantly as Cedric’s fingers thrust rhythmically. Unconsciously, he tensed his inner walls, gripping Cedric’s fingers tightly. 

Cedric gave a wicked (yet satisfied) smile and whispered to Lyndon, “You vulgar thing… are you trying to seduce me?”

“Ah, ahh! No, no…!”
“Lyndon.”
“Yes, yes…”

Cedric began probing the hole even more blatantly. His sharply manicured nails lightly scraped the inner walls, while his fingertips pressed down hard on the prostate several times, threatening to burst it.

Lyndon’s shamelessly erect cock dripped pre-cum steadily. The pleasure piled up unbearably. It felt like his brain would convulse. Now, truly, he felt like he would cum right then and there.

If only Cedric hadn’t said that…

“You’re dying of pleasure like this… Why the hell did you run? Should I cut off your ankles….”
“…”

His teeth chattered and shook noisily. That madman was truly, truly the kind of person who would cut off ankles. He’d known it from the moment he’d whipped his ass with that strange whip.

The murderous lunatic pressed for an answer again. But surprisingly, his voice was soft and gentle. It was as if his anger had subsided, “Why did you run away? Tell me honestly, and I’ll forgive you.”

Was it because of that affectionate tone? Lyndon’s ears perked up.

‘Forgive me? Really?’

He wasn’t sure exactly, but the Crown Prince was clearly furious. If things continued like this, today might be the day he was killed. Or even if he survived, his ankles might be chopped off with an axe or a greatsword.

‘But seriously. He’d forgive me?’

“It’s fine. I really hate lying. You went because you wanted to see Hayley, right? You went all that way to have sex with Hayley, didn’t you? Even trading the nipple bar I gave you.”

From Cedric’s perspective, it was unthinkable that someone would run away from him because of love or any such nonsense.

Cedric believed the emotion of pleasure far surpassed that of love. He was convinced pleasure had substance while love did not, which is why he threw out such a clumsy question.

Unaware of the situation, Lyndon hesitated for a moment. He pondered whether to speak the truth or beat around the bush. 

Just as he was vigorously shaking his not-so-sharp head, just before letting out a complicated sigh, Cedric leaned close to his ear again and spoke as if hypnotizing Lyndon, “You went to meet Hayley, didn’t you? It’s okay to be honest, Lyndon…”

His voice was clear, cheerful, and even sincere. In truth, it was also remarkably high-pitched. It was a voice that, when merely heard, lacked nothing.

Perhaps that was why the foolish Lyndon decided to answer truthfully. If he had lied – said he fled because he couldn’t handle the extreme depravity, or that he left something behind at the duke’s – it would have been better.

“… Yes, yes… Y-yes, that’s right…” He blurted out something foolishly honest.

His brain was half-melted from pleasure, but unfortunately, Lyndon was a man who had this kind of foolish side to him.

“What!? Yes? Did you just say ‘yes’? You crazy bastard, you think you can just blabber on with that big mouth of yours?!”
“…”

Cedric’s expression began to contort violently. At first, it seemed like a subtle twitch, but the fine tremor spread, soon twisting the very shape of his face. Rough vertical lines creased his once-smooth brow, and a sinister shadow fell over his sleek cheek.

It was an expression impossible to read at a glance, impossible to know what he was thinking. So, while it was clear he was in a bad mood, it was difficult to discern his emotions in more detail.

‘Is he angry? Contemptuous? Does he want to kill me?’

Cedric clicked his jaw and rolled his tongue, moving his mouth slowly as if chewing and swallowing something. Not anger, not contempt, not disgust. Something far more complex and baffling filled his face.

It felt like the bathroom temperature had changed. Even for winter, inside the palace, this place was unnaturally cold. Every last drop of moisture clinging to Lyndon’s body dried up instantly.

Lyndon instinctively hunched his neck and continued speaking as if making excuses. Truthfully, he was terrified of Cedric, as if he might wet himself at any moment.

“If I, if I tell the truth, you’ll, you’ll forgive me, right…?”
“Ha! This little bastard…“
”Huh…!”

Finally, tears began to flow from the corners of his eyes. Between his lips, something – whether saliva or the water he’d spat out during the water torture earlier – dripped down. Whatever it was, an unidentifiable substance streamed down. The same was true below his nose. It was thoroughly stained with a transparent liquid representing sorrow and anguish.

And that drenched face ignited the lust burning within Cedric. He raised one eyebrow high, gazing at Lyndon before letting out a hollow laugh. Even though binding and whipping him would be more than enough, strangely, he wanted to inflict sexual violence rather than physical. Though, really, it was all the same.

Anyway, that fucking face was just so damn tempting…

Cedric, his anger slightly subsided, issued another command to Lyndon.

“Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

Lyndon looked utterly confused, but promptly knelt and opened his mouth. His crimson tongue teased out from the gap in his wide-open mouth.

“Fuck…”

Cedric pulled down his pants, proudly revealing his massive cock. It was flawless, sculpted like a statue, mirroring its owner’s face. The glistening, angrily erect shaft had been deliberately stripped of its foreskin. Pre-cum dripped from the pulsing urethral opening.

He immediately smacked Lyndon’s cheek hard with it. He forcibly rubbed his cock against Lyndon’s cheek, under his nose, and between his eyelids. The pre-cum that oozed out stuck viscously between Lyndon’s cheek and eyelid.

It was truly erotic. He felt like he could cum right then, but he suppressed the urge with the discipline of a whore and commanded, “Suck it.”

“Guh, ugh, what?!”

Lyndon looked at Cedric with a flustered expression. For someone scared out of his wits, he couldn’t seem to do a single thing properly.

“If you suck it well, I’ll forgive you. Lick it like a dog.”
“…”

Stripped naked, in that ambiguous state of being neither clean nor dirty, Lyndon gazed at the massive cock before him with a pitiable expression.

It was a bit awkward. Not that sucking cock was awkward… It was awkward because he’d just been dumped by his beloved lover and now had to suck a man’s cock he didn’t care about.

It truly made him feel disgusting.

But compared to having his ankles cut off or his head chopped off… wasn’t sucking the glans of a man he disliked better?

Lyndon first moistened her lips. Then he slowly opened his mouth, preparing to take Cedric’s cock in. But then, Cedric suddenly barked a new order, “Stick out your tongue.”

“…”

Lyndon pulled his wide-open mouth expression tight and tentatively extended the tip of his tongue. Cedric then ordered again, “Don’t play cute. Stick it out all the way.”

Finally, Lyndon boldly extended his bright red tongue outward, as if extending a welcome. Cedric, as if he’d been waiting for this, began moving his hips and thighs, rubbing his glans against the red tongue. Lyndon’s face crumpled in utter bewilderment.

“Fuck, look at that wet tongue. Did you cum on your tongue?”

It was only natural for a tongue – not being covered by skin – to be wet, but Cedric didn’t care about logic. He was obsessed with making the composed, dignified Lyndon feel as humiliated and distressed as possible. That was the sole reason he kept spitting out such filthy words.

“Ehh… No… No…”

Lyndon still had his tongue sticking out, desperately shaking his head in protest. He was completely unaware that with each shake, the glans was being rubbed back and forth.

Cedric pretended not to notice, gripping Lyndon’s skull tightly with his hand and began thrusting his hips at a rapid, crude pace. He rubbed his cock against Lyndon’s wet tongue so violently it felt like it would wear away.

Just like in primitive times when dry twigs were rubbed ceaselessly to start a fire, just like in those ignorant days, he rubbed his cock rapidly over Lyndon’s tongue again. Thus, the cold, wet tongue gradually dried. The moisture, dampened by the hot heat, evaporated.

“Oh, my vulgar Lyndon. What am I to do if even your tongue is so lewd…”

Though he thought Cedric’s waist was more lewd than his own tongue, Lyndon offered no counterargument.

Having been caught while fleeing and subjected to a torturous cleansing, Lyndon knew well enough not to voice dissent in the midst of this oral sex.

His tongue burned fiercely, growing painfully hot. It felt like he’d been scalded by boiling food, or like the skin had peeled off slightly. The root of his tongue felt tight and sore, as if it might be pulled out at any moment.

Just as he could barely endure the various torments any longer, Cedric gave his second command, “Tuck your tongue in and open your mouth.”

“Huh–”

The moment Lyndon curled his tongue back, Cedric’s thick cock roughly thrust into his mouth. Immediately, the side of his lip tore, a sharp sting followed by the taste of blood.

“Ugh!”
“Suck it properly. Unleash your true self, Lyndon!”

Lyndon instinctively tried to pull back. Cedric grabbed the back of his head roughly and thrust deeper. The tip of Cedric’s smooth glans pressed painfully against Lyndon’s uvula. Naturally, as if waiting for it, the gag reflex kicked in.

“Guh!”
“Ha, fuck…”

But Cedric raced forward without a shred of concern for Lyndon’s agony. He thrust his cock roughly into the back of his mouth, shoving it in. He moved back and forth rapidly, over and over.

Lyndon was dazed by the cock plunging deep inside him. His lips were torn and stinging, his raw tongue burning.

The uvula was struck several times, choking off his breath. The bitter taste of precum and blood mingled and seeped into his mouth. Yet the cock pressed relentlessly, mercilessly, brutally beyond his throat.

“Haah! Huuuh! Fuck!” Cedric’s groan flowed from above his head. “Lyndon! You really are… a vulgar little bastard, both top and bottom holes, you know that, ugh! You know!?“

”Hmph, ugh!”

Who the hell was vulgar? He endured, thinking about how he kept spewing nonsense. He desperately waited for this crazy bastard to cum quickly.

And how many times had that massive cock repeatedly jabbed at Lyndon’s uvula? Finally, he felt Cedric’s cock tremble violently. Just as he exhaled, anticipating that sticky, fishy bitterness, Cedric pulled his cock out.

Lyndon, utterly bewildered, turned his eyes to Cedric. That glans, glistening wet with saliva, approached the opening of his nostrils.

“Ugh, ugh!”

He tried to turn his head away, but Cedric held his head down forcefully, making it impossible.

‘What the hell is this bastard trying to do?’

Cedric pressed the tip of his glans flush against Lyndon’s nostril. Then he began to rub it gently. A sensual moan escaped Cedric’s lips. Simultaneously, a pungent liquid poured into Lyndon’s nostril.

“Ha, haa…“
”Wah! Waaah! Guh!”

Sperm rushing into his nostrils? Not his anus, but ejaculating inside his nostrils?

At first, it was just an unpleasant feeling. A warm, foreign sensation invaded the inside of his nose, taking over. Then, that discomfort instantly began to transform into excruciating pain.

The sticky liquid gradually seeped deeper into his nostrils. Simultaneously, a burning heat and a sharp, stinging pain surged through him. It was so numbing it was almost unbearable. It felt exactly like his mucous membranes were being scorched.

“Huh, hhuh!”

Driven purely by the instinct to survive, he gasped for air, but the viscous fluid immediately seeped deeper into his nasal passages. Instinctively, he gulped down the semen, letting it flow down his throat. It felt like a disgusting sensation was clinging viscously to his entire body. He thought it was over, but sadly, it wasn’t.

Some of the filthy semen began climbing up the mucous membranes, stabbing at the tear ducts. Perhaps because this disgusting thing, no different from a virus, had invaded so arbitrarily, pressure surged upward, forcing tears to stream down.

His eyes, nose, and entire throat were stinging and wet.

“Guh, guh-huh! Guhk! Guh-wuk!”

Semen that hadn’t quite made it down his throat flowed out below his nostrils. Soon, it drenched his lips.

“Guh… guh-eek. Guhk! Puh-huhk… Guh-ruk… Kya-huk…!”

Somehow, it felt even more intense and overwhelming than when he’d taken the semen in his back passage. In other words, it was intensely and overwhelmingly unpleasant.

”Ugh… Huuu… Uuugh…! Ugh… Ugh, ugh…“

With every breath, the pungent smell of semen filled his nostrils. No matter how fiercely he inhaled or exhaled with a huff, a part of that filthy, sticky semen remained lodged inside his nose. It clung stubbornly and obsessively, inflicting immense pain upon Lyndon.

It was just like Cedric.

It was repulsive, dreadful, and clinging just like him.

Perhaps even the semen itself was as unpleasant as its owner.

“Huh… Huhhh…”
“Huh.”

Unlike Lyndon, who was noisy with agony, Cedric exhaled a thin, long, yet deep sigh.

With an expression of apparent satisfaction, he withdrew his cock from beneath Lyndon’s nostrils. A thick, sticky line of semen, like a trail of slime, connected the tip of his glans to the nostril.

Lyndon immediately convulsed. Pushing Cedric away, he dashed to the corner of the bathroom and began to vomit.

“Waaah! Ugh! Ugh!”

After violently scraping his throat, he vomited a pitifully white mass of semen and tears. Then he slowly rose to his feet. His eyes, visible through the reddened, bloodshot corners of his swollen eyelids, were red and inflamed.

He had so much he wanted to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak it easily. So he repeated it in his mind.

‘Is it all over now? Will you forgive me? Will you set me free?’

He wanted to ask those things. But from Cedric’s mouth came: “You spit out the semen I fed you… You really can’t do a single thing right, can you? All you’re good for is wailing with your pretty little face. Is that all you can do?”

“…”

Unable to find any words to answer, he bowed his head, his eyes darting about. His nose, throat, and torn lips still ached. His heart, unable to overcome the separation, felt the same. In truth, there seemed to be no part of him that didn’t hurt.

Cedric gradually drew closer to that suffering man. He wanted to run away somewhere… 

He had already fled, only to be recaptured.

For him, there was nowhere, absolutely nowhere, he could go. Lyndon, who had only ever exploited women, was a lonely man with no one to lean on.

What if he hadn’t stolen Anna’s mother’s keepsake to gamble away? It was a meaningless hypothetical now, but Lyndon wished he could retreat into that fantasy.

“Unfortunately, forgiveness is off the table. You blew your last chance, Lyndon.”
“…”

Fear mingled with despair in his expression. Cedric, looking thoroughly satisfied, met Lyndon’s gaze with a deep smile.

“Well then, shall we play a fun little game?”
“…”
“You deserve punishment, don’t you? Right?”

Lyndon’s Adam’s apple shot up before falling back down with a hollow gulp.

It was just his Adam’s apple that fell. Yet, strangely, it felt like his heart had plummeted.

Perhaps that was why… 

Closing his eyes, he lost consciousness.