Chapter 3: Beauty (9)
“Well, of course. It would be such a shame if another child died because of you.”
It hadn’t always been this way. At first, Ronen had tried to escape—persuading the compassionate madam, seducing innocent maidens, bribing greedy young men with everything he owned, terrifying timid boys. He had tried countless times, but he was always caught. He never even made it far. Someone was always watching, following him or cutting off his path. And when he was dragged back, what awaited him was the Grand Duke’s fury—and the cold corpses of those who had tried to help him.
At some point, only young attendants remained by his side. The Grand Duke must have realized that Ronen felt more guilt and anguish over the deaths of children than anyone else. Moreover, whether they were men or women, those who were older often grew attached to Ronen—and that infuriated the Grand Duke.
After that, the suffering only grew worse. The Grand Duke tormented him so thoroughly it felt as though his very soul was being devoured.
“Please… If anyone deserves punishment, it’s me. Kill me instead.”
The Grand Duke, who had been lost in thought for a moment, finally withdrew his sword.
“Fine. If you had actually run away, I would have cut off your limbs and displayed them in front of you. But since you came back obediently, I’ll let it slide this once. It’s not easy to find a boy as well-behaved and hardworking as you.”
He tossed the terrified, speechless Osian aside and approached Ronen, gripping his chin and lifting his face.
“I’m curious. Why did you come back so obediently? You could have run if you wanted to.”
Even if he had escaped, he would have been caught eventually—but there was no need to provoke the Grand Duke by saying so. If he had managed to get away, he would have taken the opportunity. Instead, he kept his mouth shut.
“As I said, I only wanted to pray.”
“You could have prayed here. I went through the trouble of bringing you all these things for that very purpose.”
The Grand Duke tilted his head toward the table. It was piled with extravagant decorations—so lavish they would make even the wealthiest nobles blush. Statues of gods, adorned not for devotion but for sheer opulence, glittering with jewels and gold.
“I wanted to… confess my sins.”
“Sins? What sins? The sin of selling your body? The sin of sucking a man’s cock with your own?”
The Grand Duke found it absurd that Ronen would suddenly want to confess something he had done countless times before. Ronen answered calmly, his gaze lowered.
“It’s my body.”
“…What?”
“I have tasted pleasure… and fallen into depravity beyond redemption. Not even prayer can cleanse this lust of mine.”
The Grand Duke let out a disbelieving laugh, his grip on Ronen’s chin tightening as he forced his head up further. But Ronen’s eyes still wouldn’t meet his, so he commanded:
“Look at me.”
Only then did Ronen’s gaze meet his. The Grand Duke’s gray eyes were cold as steel, their small pupils making them appear almost pale, giving off an icy chill. In contrast, the dark red hair framing his face resembled blood.
His red lips parted slightly, the corners curling into a smirk.
“You… you experienced pleasure?”
“Yes.”
“Hah.”
The Grand Duke pulled back, his expression one of sheer incredulity. He cupped Ronen’s mouth and chin in his palm, studying him as if he couldn’t believe his own ears.
“Of course, your body… I’ve made you come countless times, so you must know physical pleasure… But you’re talking about mental pleasure, aren’t you? The pleasure of truly wanting it?”
“Yes. I enjoyed it. I wanted more. I couldn’t endure it.”
“I don’t know whether to be angry that you’ve only just discovered enjoyment… or pleased that you can finally savor the pleasure I give you.”
The Grand Duke had already trained Ronen’s body to respond—he could make him hard, make him come, make him climax whenever he wanted. But Ronen had always resisted, biting back his moans, masking his expressions, lying stiffly beneath him, as if none of it was his choice.
Except for that one time. The time he had lost control, writhing his hips, moaning without restraint.
“…That time, wasn’t it?”
Ronen must have felt immense guilt over that moment of surrender—the first time he had truly wanted it, making it impossible to excuse himself with “I had no choice.”
Only now did the Grand Duke understand why Ronen had been so desperate to go to the chapel. He sheathed his sword and began unbuttoning his shirt, then nodded toward Osian, who was still kneeling on the floor.
“Leave.”
Osian quickly stood and headed for the door. The Grand Duke tossed his shirt aside and said:
“The key. Leave the shackle key.”
Osian fumbled in his clothes and produced a key, his hands trembling as he handed it over. Then, at another nod from the Grand Duke, he hurried out.
“I can’t guarantee this won’t happen again, so I’ll keep this.”
“…Yes.”
“Your bathwater will turn to iron, but you brought this on yourself.”
The Grand Duke placed the key on the table and began undressing. Ronen tried to look away from it, forcing his gaze elsewhere as he spoke:
“I… I want to wash as well.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then at least… my hands…”
Ronen slowly opened his palm, revealing the semen coating it. The Grand Duke froze at the sight.
Then, he let out a short laugh.
“I never knew you had it in you.”
He stepped closer and lifted Ronen’s fingers, watching the semen drip down.
“…I want to see it. That depravity of yours. With my own eyes.”
The Grand Duke released Ronen’s hand with a strange smile.
“Do it again. Right now. In front of me.”
Ronen couldn’t refuse. With hesitant fingers, he wrapped his hand around his now-soft cock.
The Grand Duke tilted his head, looking down at him with a smirk.
“Not there. You have a favorite spot, don’t you?”
Understanding, Ronen turned onto his hands and knees, lifting his ass toward the ceiling and spreading his legs. The Grand Duke lost his words for a moment, simply watching as Ronen’s fingers slipped between his cheeks, smearing the semen over his entrance. Slowly, a finger pressed inside. The Grand Duke watched, transfixed, as the wrinkled hole swallowed and released the pale digit over and over.
He moved closer to the bed.
“…I like this more than I expected.”
With that, he fisted Ronen’s hair and yanked his head back, shoving his cock between his parted lips. Ronen, now fully hard again, looked up at him as he took the Grand Duke deep into his mouth. The gray eyes staring back at him were hazed with lust, devoid of even a trace of anger.
Grateful that this was the end of it—for now—he began to suck earnestly.
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“Hah… nngh…”
His entire body burned. His mind felt melted, incapable of coherent thought.
“Kugh… ah—!”
He focused solely on the intense pleasure surging through him, from his fingertips to his toes. His lower abdomen clenched, his thighs tensing. Blood rushed to his cock, making it throb, twitching with every movement. His throat, already tight, felt even narrower as his body tensed. For a moment, his teeth grazed the shaft, but then he relaxed, his throat opening wider, the wet membranes enveloping the cock deeply.
“Mmph… nngh… hah…”
It seemed too much for his mouth to handle, yet he didn’t stop, bobbing his head as if savoring every inch. His brows furrowed in strain, his green eyes wet with tears, his cheeks flushed, his lips stretched wide around the thick, glistening shaft moving rapidly in and out.
“Ugh… Ronen… ah…”
The cock pulled back until only the tip remained, and Ronen smirked, flicking out his tongue to lick the sensitive head. The teasing sent a jolt through him, and he gripped the back of Ronen’s head, fingers tangling in his fine hair.
“Nngh! Mph! Nngh!”
Ronen’s head was forced down as the Grand Duke thrust his hips, his cock hitting the back of Ronen’s throat. The strain brought tears to Ronen’s eyes. His mouth was too small to take it all, too narrow to deep-throat without risking injury—but the Grand Duke still had enough restraint to consider Ronen’s limits.
He only pushed halfway in before pulling back, repeating the motion as he fucked Ronen’s mouth. Soon, his body burned with the need to come. Sensing his impending climax, Ronen gripped the Grand Duke’s thigh for support and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. Then, bobbing his head, he took him deep again.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
