Calyx gently brushed over the area above the hole as he watched the boy. The boy, biting his lip and groaning softly, was completely immersed in the pleasure being given. Reassured, Calyx continued to explore the small hole.
“Aahng…”
As he alternated between licking and sucking the shaft and head, skillfully delaying the boy’s release, the impatient boy began to rock his hips. Calyx continued caressing him and carefully pushed a finger into the hole.
“…What is it…?”
Sensing the foreign intrusion, the boy cracked his eyes open and whined. Calyx swirled his tongue around the small opening at the tip of the boy’s cock, teasing it gently. Startled by the sudden surge of pleasure, the boy squeezed his eyes shut again, his thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Tight.
Calyx clicked his tongue inwardly.
He had expected it, given the boy’s small frame, but experiencing it firsthand was even worse. Even after taking a long time to thoroughly loosen him up, he could barely get a single knuckle in. And yet, it clenched down as if it were trying to snap his finger off. Unless he put in far more effort than anticipated to loosen him, not only would it hurt the boy, insertion itself would be impossible.
“Patron… hurry…”
The boy twisted his hips, urging him on. Calyx decided to change his plan. At this rate, it would be better to make the boy climax a few times first, draining him, before trying again. Having decided that, Calyx sucked hard on the cock in his mouth.
“Ugh…”
My chest felt completely blocked. No—my airway. It felt like a boulder had been placed on top of my body. I panted for breath as I forced my heavy eyelids open.
“…Lyx.”
Strangely, I had no strength in my body at all. When I called out to the guy right in front of me, my patron gave me a lewd smile. The suffocating sensation made me gasp for air.
“Can’t… breathe.”
When I muttered weakly, my patron pressed quick kisses to my forehead. Then he whispered,
“I’ll make you feel good soon.”
Feeling deeply uncomfortable, I lowered my gaze.
“…Lyx. What is that?”
When I asked in a dazed voice, my patron let out a soft chuckle. Then he suddenly shifted his body slightly. As the weight on top of me moved, my breath was cut off completely. Not only that—it felt like my insides were about to spill out of my mouth.
Looking more closely, I realized my patron was completely naked. I was naked too. We were both stark naked, pressed tightly together—and that pressed-together part was the problem. I looked at my legs wrapped around my patron’s waist. And between those legs…
……
…
…a horse cock.
I thought to myself.
Why can I see that horse cock? Why can I only see half of it instead of all of it? Why is the part I can’t see inside my body?
As I stared blankly, my patron suddenly grabbed my hips firmly with both hands and smiled at me. A terrible premonition washed over me. I tried to push him away, but suddenly the world began to shake.
***
“K?”
I heard a small voice. I forced my stone-heavy eyelids open.
When I opened my eyes, my patron smiled at me with obvious relief. He stroked my back, smiling as if he were about to melt. It was the kind of smile that looked like sweet syrup was dripping off it. Then he pressed a light kiss to the top of my head and pulled back.
Nyaaah—
I cried weakly.
My whole body ached, and I had no strength at all. I could barely move, like when you’re pinned down by sleep paralysis. Even breathing was hard. I wondered if I’d come down with some serious illness. And now that I thought about it, my asshole hurt too…
……
“It hurts. I said it hurts, you bastard!”
“Shh, be good. I’ll make it feel good soon, okay?”
“I said pull it out! It hurts, it hurts! You horse-cock monster!”
“Yeah, yeah. Just endure a little.”
“Hngh… I feel weird…”
“Here? Is this the good spot? Like this? Hm?”
“Aahng… yeah. Th-that way…”
“Just one more time.”
“No, you bastard!”
“Yeah, yeah. Just one more. It felt good just now, didn’t it? Hm?”
……
“K.”
I shot a murderous glare at my patron, whose face was practically glowing.
You horse-cock monster bastard.
“Are you hurting anywhere?” my patron asked. I glared at him, feeling my sanity fly off to Andromeda. Where does it hurt? Where do you think it hurts, you bastard?
Unable to contain my rage, I sprang up from the bed. Then I snapped my head around and glared behind me. With my front paw, I yanked the sheet aside. There it was—the monster that had tormented me all night. I stared at the horse cock, standing proudly stiff in the name of “morning.”
“K?”
My patron called out in confusion. I turned my head slightly, gave him a nasty grin, then faced forward again. And I threw a front-paw punch straight at the horse cock standing right in front of my nose.
Papapapapak—
I alternated my front paws, beating the horse cock mercilessly. From behind me came a scream—“K, K!”
With all the strength I had left, I delivered one final punch with my right front paw and shrieked, “Kyaaak—!” in pure fury. Then I hopped off the bed and bolted for the door.
“K!”
My patron called after me desperately. I paused briefly at the doorway and looked back at him. Then I screeched, “Kyaaak—!” with every ounce of irritation I had left and ran out through the open door.
“It’s body aches.”
I snorted at the court physician’s words, though I was so weak it came out as nothing more than a faint hff. Even so, I hissed at my patron, who stood beside the physician looking worried.
I had body aches.
Julia’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked at me lying limp, so weak I could barely move my tail. Stroking my body, she cried, “Nabi, you can’t die.” Watching a ninety-nine-point woman cry broke my heart. As a man, that’s a failing on my part.
Even while weak, I made sure to hiss at my patron every chance I got, scolding him relentlessly. Taking advantage of me while I was drunk—what an utterly shameless bastard.
No, I’m the crazy one. I knew exactly what happened the last time I drank, and yet I still fell completely for that damn alcohol temptation.
Despite being scolded nonstop, my patron stubbornly kept me by his side. Whenever I hissed at him, he would briefly look apologetic. But soon enough, his face would light up again, radiating happiness like a glowing aurora. This time, I learned very clearly that my asshole’s misery was his happiness.
What a tragedy. I should’ve unsheathed my claws and gone all out when I punched that horse cock this morning. If I had, there’s no way he’d be smiling so blissfully right now.
I do admit that I was the one who, drunk and woozy, fell for my patron’s coaxing. But when you’re drunk, what wouldn’t you agree to? Treating consent given while drunk as real consent—that’s a blatant foul.
Lying limp and groaning, I made my resolve again and again.
I will never, ever sleep with you again. You bastard.
***
“Kyaaak—! Kyaaak—! Kkak—!”
Sharp cries leaked out from the bathroom. Startled, knights and maids rushed inside. And then they saw it.
The first thing that caught their eyes was the Crown Prince’s back as he stepped out of the bath. Like a man who had walked battlefields since childhood, his solid, muscular body emitted a fierce aura. It was a body perfect enough to make any woman blush—but rather than allure, the maids felt only intimidation, their faces stiffening at the sight.
Standing with his back turned, the Crown Prince was completely naked. The cloth usually tied around the waist during baths had come undone and lay at his feet. And facing him stood a black cat, ears flattened, screeching sharply at the Crown Prince—“Kyaaak! Kkak!”
Naturally, the knights were the first to realize.
The cat’s gaze, ready to pounce and rake with its claws at any moment, was clearly fixed on the Crown Prince. More precisely—between his legs. Upon realizing this, the knights did their utmost to conceal the flush rising to their faces as they watched the cat screeching at the Crown Prince’s manhood.
The maids noticed a moment later. And the instant they understood, they clapped their hands over their mouths, cheeks burning red, and fled the bathroom as if escaping. After a brief hesitation, the knights chose to quietly withdraw as well.
“Kkak! Kak! Kak!”
The sharp sounds continued to reach the knights’ ears as they resumed their post outside the bathroom. As always, they reminded themselves: We saw nothing. We heard nothing. And they shut their ears.
A cat screeching at the Crown Prince’s manhood was something best erased from memory—for the sake of one’s mental health. Especially the reason behind it. Wise knights protected themselves that way.
And for a while after that, whenever it was bath time, the cat would make a huge fuss screeching at the Crown Prince—more precisely, that part of the Crown Prince. Sometimes it happened even while walking down the corridor. Once, the cat even charged at the Crown Prince mid-walk and rammed its head straight into the center of his legs.
But people behaved as though they hadn’t seen anything, once again proving their wisdom.
That ongoing commotion finally disappeared one day—after the Crown Prince coaxed the black-haired boy into drinking with him once more.
Most fortunately so.
