TTQI 11

“Worries? What kind of worries all of a sudden? Did His Majesty give you some homework or something?”

“It’s not that…”

“What kind of worries are making you waste a perfectly good afternoon, skipping class just to sulk here? Huh? You dimwit.”

Ade playfully scolded while giving Zizlon’s arm a light smack. But Zizlon’s reaction remained lukewarm at best. He rubbed his struck arm slowly, his face clouded with gloom.

“…”

“Hey.”

“…”

“Hey, Zizlon.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Caught off guard, Zizlon, who had been lost in thought, flinched and responded. Seeing this, Ade pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. He found his friend’s behavior somewhat suspicious but chalked it up to lingering aftereffects of some distress and quickly brushed it off. Instead, he focused on lightening the mood. With a cheerful and teasing tone, he persistently kept the conversation going.

“Who cares? So what if you skip a class or two? There’s nothing more for you to learn anyway. What’s that old man going to do, just gloomily chat with you?”

“It’s part of the lesson. It’s about sharing perspectives on historical events…”

“Pfft, same difference.”

“Hmm… well… you could see it that way.”

“Anyway! That’s not the point. Are you just going to sit here all day?”

Ade suddenly placed his hand on his scabbard and shouted with enthusiasm. Zizlon looked at his sparkling eyes with a puzzled expression.

“I don’t know? Why?”

At his response, Ade made an incredulous face.

“Hey. Did you even hear me? Your history teacher is looking for you! If you stay here, you’ll get caught in no time.”

“Oh…”

“You don’t want to get caught, do you? Getting spanked at your age would be embarrassing, right?”

Zizlon let out a dazed laugh, and Ade burst into chuckles.

“Unbelievable, you’re so sloppy for your first time skipping. Alright, for my goody-two-shoes friend new to ditching, this bad influence will personally lend a hand. Let’s get out of the palace.”

“Outside the palace? Where to?”

“The tavern!”

Zizlon blinked innocently, and Ade answered as if it were the most obvious thing. Since the idea was out, there was no need to delay. He sprang up, forcibly pulling Zizlon to his feet. Zizlon, caught off guard with a “whoa,” was dragged by the arm down the stairs. They headed toward the palace gates without hesitation, Ade boasting about teaching him the thrill of rebellion.

“Wanna bet some money at the tavern? You’ve never gambled, have you?”

Ade vaulted over the terrace railing and looked up at Zizlon. Zizlon stared blankly at his lively face. Ade’s boisterous demeanor was infectious, lifting Zizlon’s sunken spirits. In the next moment, he let out a soft chuckle without realizing it.

“…Alright, do whatever you want.”

“Great. Of course! Hey, bring plenty of cash.”

Zizlon’s heart was still heavy, but for the sake of his friend’s efforts, he decided to go along with Ade’s whims for a while. Who knows? Mingling with people might free him, even briefly, from the worries plaguing him.

*

Zizlon was still helplessly caught in the queen’s grasp, continuing their illicit affair.

At night, when he opened the door to a knock, every night was the same. The queen brazenly poked his face in as if he owned the room. Once the door closed, his loyal attendant stood guard outside like a prison warden. Each time Zizlon gave in to the queen’s threats and opened the door, he felt himself sinking deeper into an inescapable quagmire. How dreadful it was to realize he was walking into a trap yet unable to change course.

As this immoral relationship continued, his shining pride gradually faded. Trapped in a room guarded by a doorkeeper, forced to satisfy another’s desires, who would still consider him a noble prince? He was no different from a lowly p**stitute. Whenever such thoughts arose, Zizlon felt his existence was insignificant, worthless.

Yet, Zizlon believed their relationship was distinctly different from a mere affair. One day, the queen made the prince kneel before him on the bed. For a prince of a kingdom to kneel before anyone other than a king was absurd. But the queen forced him to do so casually, as if it were nothing. Zizlon was somewhat shocked.

He said he loved me, so how could he do this…

The queen, with a blooming smile, declared.

“Today, I’ll teach you how to please me with your mouth.”

With my mouth? …What does he mean by that?

As Aion spoke cryptically, he stroked Zizlon’s hair as if petting a cute dog. Zizlon could only blink anxiously. Then the queen ordered him to open his mouth, and reluctantly, Zizlon complied. Aion slipped his long fingers inside.

“Ugh!”

“Go on, l**k them.”

His fingers reached the back of Zizlon’s throat, triggering a gag reflex. Ignoring it, Aion moved his fingers back and forth, rubbing them against Zizlon’s tongue. The motion was reminiscent of intercourse. As his fingers brushed the soft palate, physiological tears welled up. Zizlon gagged repeatedly, reluctantly s**king on the fingers. He instinctively grabbed Aion’s legs to push him away, but Aion, anticipating this, firmly held Zizlon’s nape.

“Now, wrap your tongue around them and rub. Hold back the urge to gag and open your throat.”

“Ugh, ugh…”

“Your voice has no charm at all. Still, you’re adorable… but try harder. You’re so clumsy, you’ve got a long way to go. Later, I’ll make you feel it with your tongue too.”

Aion’s fingers gently scraped the soft roof of Zizlon’s mouth before withdrawing. Zizlon coughed and wiped his lips. He inwardly dismissed Aion’s words as nonsense.

Aion softly caressed Zizlon’s face, then grabbed and pulled his cheek.

“You did terribly, yet you still look so cute. I can’t bring myself to be strict with you, prince. Now, open your mouth.”

“No…”

Zizlon’s refusal was swallowed by Aion’s mouth. Aion grabbed his cheeks and forcibly pressed their lips together. Aion’s soft tongue invaded the mouth opened for speaking. It felt less like a kiss and more like being devoured. As Aion’s tongue roamed freely, Zizlon, trapped in his embrace, trembled and gagged. After thoroughly enjoying the kiss, Aion nibbled Zizlon’s lips before letting go. Zizlon hurriedly covered his lips, feeling as if they were bleeding.

“Get on the bed.”

Aion, already on the bed, leaned comfortably against the headboard and called to Zizlon. Following orders, Zizlon tried to climb up, but Aion abruptly raised a hand to stop him.

“Take off your clothes, then come up.”

Zizlon hesitated.

“Why… only me…”

Aion was fully clothed, after all. At that, Aion laughed as if he’d heard a hilarious joke and grabbed Zizlon’s hem.

“I said, take them off.”

“Alright, alright! I’ll do it. I’ll take them off, so let go.”

Blushing, Zizlon hurriedly grabbed Aion’s hand. Aion released him obediently and leaned back against the headboard. Feeling Aion’s leisurely gaze, Zizlon was hit with a wave of self-pity about his situation but forced the thought away.

Zizlon grabbed his hem and turned away. He timidly undressed with his back to Aion. He heard Aion click his tongue and mutter.

“Still so shy after all we’ve done? People might think you’re a v**gin.”

“…”

Ignoring Aion’s words, Zizlon slowly climbed onto the bed. Embarrassed, he kept his legs close, resulting in a crawling motion. Aion spread his legs and patted the space between them. Zizlon crawled to the spot and sat demurely.

Aion silently scanned Zizlon’s n**ed body for a moment. His smooth, closed thighs were enticing, and between them, his red c**k peeked out. Unaware, Zizlon’s innocent demeanor created a provocative atmosphere.

Perhaps sensing Aion’s gaze, Zizlon subtly covered himself with his hand. Aion let out a mocking chuckle.

“Now you have to please me.”

“…?”

“With your mouth.”

Aion grabbed Zizlon’s chin, tapped his lips, and let go. Zizlon, clueless, stared blankly at him. Aion began undoing his front, pulling out his c**k. He rubbed the not-yet-fully-e**ct organ a few times. As it swelled far beyond an average man’s size, Zizlon unconsciously swallowed hard.

“Heh…”

Aion looked at Zizlon’s frightened face with affectionate eyes. Then, his hand grabbed the back of Zizlon’s neck, slowly applying pressure. Sensing the cue, Zizlon hesitantly leaned forward, propping himself on the bed.

“Hah…”

As the dark red c**k came close to his face, Zizlon reflexively shut his eyes and tried to pull back. Without Aion’s firm grip on his head, he might have. Aion, with a playful tone, commanded.

“Put it in your mouth.”

“…”

Zizlon’s face paled.

“Heh, you really don’t know anything. You’re going to s**k it to please me.”

Zizlon looked stunned, glancing at the c**k before him as if it were a monstrous creature.

No way… put that in my mouth?

The prominent veins and the small hole at the tip were vivid. He could even feel its heat. The mere thought of putting it in his mouth made him nauseous. Though Aion’s c**k was clean, it was still an excretory organ. To Zizlon, putting such a filthy thing in his mouth was unthinkable, especially since he was already wary of it touching his face. Moreover, it wasn’t even a size that could fit in his mouth. What outrageous act was the queen demanding? As a devout believer, such impure behavior was unthinkable. Instead of speaking, Zizlon tightly shut his mouth to show his refusal.

Aion narrowed his eyes. Quick to notice Zizlon’s defiance, he suddenly rubbed his c**k against Zizlon’s cheek. Zizlon stiffened in shock.

“Wait…! Queen!”

Zizlon twisted his head to avoid it. Offended by his blatant disgust, Aion pulled Zizlon’s face closer and said.

“Queen? I told you to call me by my name.”

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it. Just wait…”

“Your attitude never changes, does it? Is this how you treat a lover? This is the place that always serves and pleases you, so show some respect.”

“Ugh…”

“You need some motivation. From now on, you’ll be punished for every mistake.”

The queen declared sharply and finally let go. Zizlon instinctively wiped his cheek but stopped under Aion’s piercing gaze.

“Do it quickly, or I’ll add another punishment.”

“Ugh… I’ll do it.”

Could this relationship really be called an affair? It felt more like being exploited by someone holding his weakness. Unable to resist, Zizlon reluctantly complied, and the treatment grew stranger. But hadn’t the queen said he loved him? At the very least, Aion must want a romantic relationship.

Though Zizlon didn’t want an affair, he kept wanting to confirm if this was one. Otherwise, his situation felt too pitiful. Being blackmailed and coerced into s** was true, but he wanted to believe Aion at least desired a romantic connection.

Unable to resist Aion’s cold voice, Zizlon hesitantly brought his mouth closer. He opened it as if to take the c**k but couldn’t bring himself to do it and closed it again. Instead, he shut his eyes tightly and pressed his lips to the g**ns, like a kiss.

“…”

The hotter-than-expected sensation on his thin lips was dreadful. Zizlon quickly opened his eyes and pulled back. Frustrated by his hesitance, Aion suddenly grabbed his head. Forcing open Zizlon’s lips, the c**k invaded.

“Ugh…!”

Gag! Zizlon retched. The hot, w** sensation and the unpleasant masculine taste filled his mouth. Forgetting he was supposed to please Aion, Zizlon shook his head, trying to push him away. But Aion didn’t let go easily, pressing harder on his nape.

The massive c**k quickly filled his throat. It was excruciating. Zizlon’s contorted face turned red from lack of oxygen.

“Ugh… ugh…!”

“Where’s all that practice from earlier? At this rate, you’ll never satisfy me, even if you s**k all day.”

“Ugh…”

As Aion applied more force, the c**k went deeper. Zizlon’s throat bulged. Panicking from suffocation, he flailed his arms. The c**k pushed past his soft palate, invading his throat.

“Ugh! Hah!”

“Don’t bite!”

Driven by survival instincts, Zizlon pounded Aion’s thighs. Whether he accidentally grazed the c**k with his teeth, Aion grimaced and scolded him harshly. But Zizlon, in his panic, didn’t hear. His persistent struggling paid off, and Aion stopped at a shallower depth.

“Don’t bite. Use your tongue and lips to s**k properly. Don’t gag—breathe through your nose. You’ll get used to narrowing your throat over time…”

“Mm, ugh… hng… hah…”

“Really… pathetic… haa… hng…”

Aion grabbed Zizlon’s hair and gently moved his hips at a manageable depth. Even that was overwhelming, and Zizlon gagged repeatedly. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Aion clicked his tongue, as if finding him pathetic. But in truth, the thought of forcing such l**d acts on the prince excited him, and despite Zizlon’s clumsiness, his c**k steadily grew harder.

“Hng…”

Soon, Aion managed to c**max in Zizlon’s throat. Only then did he release him, and Zizlon, gagging, accidentally swallowed the s**en. Clutching his sore throat, he curled up.

“Haa…”

“Cough! Hah! Ugh!”

While Aion let out a languid sigh, Zizlon coughed frantically. His torn lips were bloodied, and the smell of s**en filled his mouth, utterly repulsive. No matter how much he coughed, he couldn’t expel what had gone down his throat. It felt like the smell consumed his entire head.

“Pathetic, prince. You need a lot of practice.”

Despite Zizlon’s suffering, Aion’s voice was icy, scolding him as if he’d committed a grave error.

Is this… really love?

While Zizlon grappled with sadness and shock, Aion retrieved something from under the bed. It wasn’t clear when he’d placed it there, but he held a small, heavy wooden box that rattled with objects inside.

The first thing Aion pulled out was a silver vial of scented oil. Just seeing it, Zizlon knew what was coming. Next came a rounded wooden rod of unknown purpose.

“Prince, show me your hole.”

By now, such commands no longer terrified Zizlon. He was almost used to it. With resignation, he turned and leaned forward on the bed, his hips raised in a humiliating, dog-like position. At first, the sheer indignity of it had horrified him.

Aion, familiarly coating his fingers with oil, slid them into Zizlon’s hole. The constantly swollen hole, used to Aion’s daily intrusions, warmly enveloped his fingers. Zizlon trembled briefly as the tip entered.

“Hnn…”

The strange training of applying itch-inducing liquid and probing had conditioned Zizlon to feel pleasure just from something entering his rear. Even without targeting his p**state, the mere friction against his walls recalled that ticklish, refreshing sensation, arousing him. Of course, p**state stimulation was just as enjoyable.

Now, these acts brought Zizlon thrilling pleasure, but the guilt made him deeply melancholic. He secretly wept, fearing he might never return to his former self.

Watching Zizlon m**n, Aion smiled with satisfaction.

“Your body is truly becoming mine.”

“Hng, ah…!”

Aion deliberately pressed harder, rubbing Zizlon’s walls toward his abdomen. Zizlon’s thighs, propped up on the bed, trembled pitifully. Aion adored how this body responded so honestly to stimulation. Despite Zizlon’s innocent heart, his body had the makings of a lascivious seductress.

“Ah! Ow, it hurts!”

“Shh… thrashing could get you hurt.”

Judging the walls sufficiently relaxed, Aion raised the wooden rod. It was as thick as three fingers combined. As it pushed inside, Zizlon jolted in fear, trying to turn and see what was entering him. Aion pressed down his hips and dismissed his fuss with a cold chuckle.

“Hng… hng… hng…”

It was understandable. Lately, Zizlon’s reactions suggested he felt pain as pleasure. Even now, he raised his hips, m**ning delicately like a cat in heat. Unconsciously rocking back and forth, his tight walls clung to the rod. The suction was so strong it strained Aion’s wrist.

As Aion pressed his p**state, Zizlon’s half-e**ct c**k began dripping p**cum onto the sheets. His m**ns grew sharper, clutching the sheets tightly, when Aion suddenly stopped.

“…?”

Panting heavily, Zizlon cast a questioning glance. Aion smiled once, set the rod aside, and rummaged in his pocket. This time, he pulled out a simple cord.

“Zizlon, today you’ll learn to use your mouth. But your attitude suggests a lack of motivation, so I’ll give you an incentive to try harder.”

Numbed by pleasure, Zizlon felt only frustration at being halted mid-c**max. He barely registered Aion’s words, too desperate to care. Unconsciously, he tried rubbing his e**ct c**k against the bed. Aion quickly noticed and pulled his hips back. Zizlon, dragged along, collapsed against Aion’s chest.

“Hah, ah…!”

As he sat, the small rod still inside pressed against his sensitive flesh. The sudden jolt sent him into a light c**max, his cute abs twitching faintly.

“Haa… haa…”

Zizlon stared blankly at Aion’s delicate hand reaching forward. Holding Zizlon from behind with his chin on his shoulder, Aion gracefully extended a hand between Zizlon’s legs. One hand held the cord, the other gently stroked Zizlon’s c**k.

Zizlon, lost in the sweet touch, didn’t sense any danger as the cord wrapped around the base of his e**ction. He panted like a fool. But when Aion tightly pulled the knotted cord, Zizlon snapped awake. Looking down at the dull pain, he saw the cord constricting his c**k. Turning in shock, he met Aion’s sly smile.

“You won’t c** until I’m satisfied. Understood?”

“Q-Queen…! What is this…!”

“Another mistake. I’ll add one more punishment.”

“Ugh!”

The word “queen” slipped out of the prince’s mouth without thinking, and Aion, visibly irritated, tightly gripped Zizlon’s c**k. Zizlon’s hips bucked involuntarily. Feeling the pain, he writhed and grabbed Aion’s wrist, but Aion’s hand didn’t budge.

“A-Aion…! Aion! Stop, please let go!”

“Do you understand? Today, you’ll satisfy me with your mouth. Only then will I allow you to c**.”

“I-I understand…!”

Zizlon answered hurriedly, and only then did Aion release his grip. Zizlon curled up, overwhelmed by the stinging sensation. His pitiful state, with his c**k bound, was all the more apparent. Aion’s actions always exceeded his imagination. Every time he was forced to comply with Aion’s perverse whims, doubt crept in. The cord around his e**ct c**k cut off circulation, causing excruciating pain. But Aion, unconcerned, urged him to get on with it.

“Now, while you s**k my c**k, keep your hole tight so the wooden rod doesn’t slip out. You’re good at clenching mindlessly, so it shouldn’t be hard.”

Blushing, Zizlon reluctantly moved. As ordered, he tightened his hole and brought his face back to Aion’s c**tch. Despite having just c**maxed, Aion’s c**k was even harder than before. The sight reignited Zizlon’s revulsion. Aion’s claims that he’d come to love it were absurd—only a pervert could think such a thing.

Zizlon didn’t trust a single word Aion said. The sight of the saliva-slicked c**k made him want to gag again. Unconsciously, he covered his mouth, but at that moment, Aion’s cold voice came from above.

“Zizlon.”

Realizing he was being watched, Zizlon quickly dropped his hand. He knew he couldn’t show disgust while the queen was watching. Aion wanted Zizlon to treat his c**k as something precious and lovable. It was a shameless demand, but under Aion’s gaze, Zizlon had to at least pretend. Somewhere along the way, Zizlon had come to genuinely fear the seemingly delicate queen.

“Ugh…”

Despite boldly opening his mouth, Zizlon timidly took only the g**ns inside. The sour taste of p**cum spread, and he squeezed his eyes shut. But knowing Aion was watching, he couldn’t pull away or show dislike.

Zizlon clumsily took the c**k deeper. When the g**ns neared his throat, he opened his eyes to find he’d barely taken half. The thought of taking it all made his vision darken. From Aion’s earlier words, it was clear he intended to shove it down Zizlon’s throat.

For now, he couldn’t fathom taking it any deeper. Zizlon awkwardly moved it in and out, trying to ignore the taste and smell to focus on the act.

“Ugh… hng… mm…”

“Tch… haa…”

Despite Zizlon’s efforts, Aion’s disappointed sigh rang out. Zizlon’s heart sank. Fearfully glancing up, he saw Aion looking down with a bored expression—not a good sign.

Aion spoke.

“Zizlon, you’re far too clumsy. I understand it’s your first time, but to satisfy a man, you need to devour it more eagerly. Being prim benefits neither of us.”

“…”

Zizlon sensed Aion was about to take action. Sure enough, he felt Aion move. Aion’s hand reached for Zizlon’s hole, grasping the wooden rod barely inside and slowly pushing it deeper.

“Ugh… hng…”

As the rod stretched his hole, Zizlon’s eyes lost focus, clouding over. Amusingly, Aion felt his mood lift at the prince’s lascivious expression.

“Now, s**k earnestly again. I’ll help you.”

“Ugh, hng…! Mm!”

“Your mouth stopped. At this rate, we won’t finish even if the day passes.”

Zizlon, tears welling, writhed. Aion had begun toying with the rod inside him, stirring his sensitive spots. His body, now accustomed to enjoying penetration, grew excited, blood rushing to his c**k.

The problem was the cord tightly binding it. The blocked circulation caused maddening pain—a torture Zizlon had never imagined. As the pain intensified, he looked at Aion with pleading eyes, squirming. But Aion only targeted his sensitive spots more.

“Don’t look at me—move your mouth. That’s the only way to escape this torment.”

Zizlon’s movements changed drastically. With grim determination, he shut his eyes and opened his mouth. Following Aion’s instructions—use saliva, wrap the tongue, cover the teeth with lips, touch the shaft with the spare hand—Zizlon desperately s**ked. His mouth ached, but filth and disgust faded from his mind.

“Hng, ugh… mm, hng…”

He was driven mad by the sensation in his rear. His flushed face shed tears. The mounting excitement, the pain of the bound c**k, and the frustration of being unable to c**max drove him insane. When Zizlon, losing control, tried rubbing his c**k on the bed, Aion tapped his shoulder to stop him. Zizlon, heedless of shame, sobbed.

“Please… please…”

“Haa… really, you’re hopeless.”

When Zizlon spat out the c**k and buried his face in his hands, sobbing, Aion sighed as if exasperated. Sensing something odd, Zizlon lifted his tear-streaked face. Aion was rubbing his c**k against Zizlon’s face, caressing it. Soon, Aion c**maxed on his face. Zizlon reflexively shut his eyes as warm, sticky fluid splattered onto his chest and face.

“Ah…”

Zizlon slowly opened his eyes, blinking. His vision was limited by s**en clinging to his hair and face. As he tried to wipe it off, Aion pushed him down and, while biting a n**ple, untied the cord.

“Hng… haa…! Ah…!”

Zizlon gasped, face contorted with the thrilling release. But he couldn’t c**max immediately, and his suppressed c**k ached painfully. As he hesitated to touch it, Aion grabbed it.

“Ah! Ugh, w-wait…!”

Zizlon, panting, clutched Aion’s wrist. Unfazed, Aion mechanically moved his hand to extract s**en, while the other stirred the rod inside. Zizlon, whimpering, soon came in Aion’s hand. His body stiffened, then went limp as the c**max subsided.

Aion withdrew, and the rod rolled out, falling somewhere with a thud. Zizlon stared at the ceiling through hazy eyes, feeling wretched but relieved it was over.

“Haa… haa…”

Thinking it was finally done, he relaxed, but Aion wiped his s**en-covered hand on the sheets and retrieved the box again. Hearing the clatter, Zizlon shakily sat up.

“Aion…?”

Aion pulled something from the box—a long, dark brown object Zizlon couldn’t see clearly before Aion hid it. A sense of foreboding grew. Then Aion called out.

“Pym!”

The door opened, and the familiar attendant appeared. Pym grimaced briefly at the smell of s** but quickly returned to a blank expression. Approaching the bed and bowing, Aion commanded.

“Hold his shoulders.”

“Yes.”

Zizlon’s eyes widened as he tried to cover himself with the blanket. Seeing Pym crawl onto the bed, Zizlon instinctively backed away, but Aion grabbed his arm to stop him. Pym slipped behind, pinning Zizlon’s arms under his armpits to restrain him. Though Pym’s slender arms seemed breakable, Zizlon froze under Aion’s predatory gaze, which held cold disdain instead of a smile.

“Q-Queen…”

Zizlon’s trembling eyes betrayed his confusion. Maintaining his chilling expression, Aion picked up the hidden object. Zizlon gasped upon recognizing it—a short whip used for taming beasts.

“Another mistake, and you never tire of it… How can someone so clever be so careless?”

“…”

Crack! Aion struck the whip against his own hand. The sharp sound made Zizlon’s shoulders flinch. Fear was evident in his rigid face as he stared at the queen. Aion’s cold voice continued.

“I’m truly disappointed, Zizlon. You can’t satisfy me and can’t fix your insolent habits. I’ve been too lenient with you, whom I love. You need a lesson. Today, I’ll whip your chest.”

Zizlon paled, looking between the whip and Aion as if questioning his sanity. The whip was clearly for disciplining beasts, and though shorter than a cane, it would surely draw blood on human skin. The humiliation of being treated like an animal was unbearable. In Yonaras, even criminals weren’t treated this way. Zizlon was horrified by Aion’s perverse ideas.

Unwilling to believe it, he stammered.

“N-No way… You’re joking… right…?”

“You’ll find out if it’s a joke once you feel it.”

Zizlon gasped. His trembling eyes searched desperately for an escape, then he muttered in a servile voice.

“I-I was wrong… Please forgive me. I’ll do better from now on! Just one more chance…”

He hadn’t done anything wrong, but fear made him abandon pride to beg. Aion, resolute, only sneered. He lazily smiled and poked Zizlon’s chest with the whip’s tip.

“No need for apologies. Just do better next time. For calling me queen, you’ll get four lashes, and for pleasuring yourself instead of serving me earlier, ten more.”

Zizlon shook his head.

“No, I can’t. I can’t do this. You say you love me, so how… No…”

“Can’t?”

Aion’s eyes glinted ominously as he muttered.

“Prince, are you in a position to choose?”

“…”

Zizlon lowered his trembling eyes submissively. The fear spread to Pym, who held him. He hadn’t imagined the queen would treat him this way. It was shameless to speak of treatment after rejecting his heart, but how could this be love? Zizlon was genuinely confused. It would be more believable if Aion hated him and sought revenge.

“Don’t worry, prince. I won’t hit you hard enough to cause serious harm.”

The queen spoke as if mocking his confusion.

“Because I love you, that’s why I’m doing this.”

“…”

Zizlon was speechless. The queen’s cheeks, flushed like ripe peaches, smiled beautifully, yet Zizlon found it chilling.

“When I strike, count the lashes. Help me not lose track and hit you more.”

“Hng… hnn…”

Even as Zizlon teared up, Aion showed no pity. As the whip aimed at his chest, Zizlon’s limbs stiffened like stone. Swallowing hard, he hoped, humiliated, that it wouldn’t hit his n**ples, as that sensitive skin would be unbearable.

Aion gazed fondly at the n**ples, stiff with tension, then swung lightly, precisely targeting one.

Crack!

“Aaah!”

“Wrong. You should say ‘one.’”

His pupils dilated. As the whip struck, Zizlon shuddered and curled up, frantically shaking off Pym to shield his chest. Through his arms, a red welt across his chest looked pitiful. His fear-widened eyes held dilated pupils.

“Move your hands and show your chest.”

Despite his pathetic state, Aion’s stern voice cut through. Zizlon, trembling and sobbing like a child, felt dizzy. What a disgrace—being whipped on the chest and begging like a coward. He keenly felt his fall into ruin. Pain, fear, and misery brought endless tears.

“A-Aion… I was wrong. Please stop… Hng…”

Aion, staring coldly, swung again without mercy. Thwack! The whip struck his shoulder with double the force. Zizlon screamed and writhed.

“Stop! Please stop…!”

“Show your chest, prince. If you don’t obey, I’ll hit elsewhere with twice the force.”

When Zizlon didn’t respond, Aion struck again. Zizlon, trembling, reflexively freed his arms from Pym. Aion then gave him a brief respite.

“Hng… sob…”

“Good. Stay like that. Endure, and it’ll be over soon. But since you didn’t count, we’ll start over.”

Aion whispered gently, stroking Zizlon’s cheek as if comforting him. Despite the kind smile, his words were harsh. Zizlon trembled, tears falling. A vivid red welt crossed his n**ple. The pain was excruciating, with lingering heat.

But hearing Aion’s chilling voice and seeing the bruise on his shoulder from the merciless strike, Zizlon reluctantly chose to offer his chest.

Sobbing, he hesitantly exposed it, his pitiful expression and posture proving his submission. Aion trembled with silent glee, lovingly handling the whip and muttering ominously with a smile.

“Now, I’ll strike again.”

*

Crack!

“Th-Thirteen!”

Crack!

“Ah! Fourteen…! Hng, hnn…”

Aion completed all fourteen lashes, but Zizlon, writhing in pain, forgot to count at times, leading to a total of twenty-five strikes. His chest was now pitifully swollen, so sensitive that even air stung.

Pym released Zizlon after the punishment and left silently. The bed was soaked with Zizlon’s tears. Aion, lovingly watching the tears drip, slowly put away the whip.

“Zizlon, you did well, so composed.”

Half out of his mind, Zizlon mumbled.

“Hnn… I-I was wrong… I was wrong…”

“It’s over, so no need to apologize.”

Aion soothed him gently, approaching softly. Zizlon trembled, fearing contact with his sore chest. Fortunately, Aion carefully embraced his waist. But then, playfully, he blew air on a n**ple. Zizlon gasped, feeling the sensitive n**ple quiver.

Aion giggled, then flicked the n**ple with his fingertip. Zizlon convulsed again, shedding larger tears. Aion gazed at him with overwhelming affection.

“Now, how should you address me?”

“A… Aion…”

“Good. So clever and lovable.”

Hearing the desired response, Aion gently stroked Zizlon’s head. Too exhausted to resist, Zizlon didn’t want to lie down, fearing his sore spots would touch the bed. He simply surrendered to Aion’s arms.

Aion fondled the submissive prince like a doll, utterly satisfied. He soon whispered softly in Zizlon’s ear.

“Shall we continue the lesson?”

Zizlon nodded miserably.

“Y-Yes…”

“If you do well, I’ll reward you by l**king your chest.”

“…”

Though repulsed, Zizlon couldn’t defy him after the punishment. He nodded quietly and slowly lay face-down on the bed as guided.

“Hah…!”

His n**ple grazed the bed carelessly, and the sharp pain made Zizlon shut his eyes and j**k. Aion chuckled. Blushing, Zizlon carefully lay down to avoid touching his chest.

“Hng…”

“Haa…”

Zizlon took the c**k into his mouth, s**king with effort. Aion’s satisfied m**n followed. His efforts were markedly different from before. Still clumsy, but he didn’t grimace, gag, or struggle. Terrified, Zizlon s**ked as if grateful, with utmost sincerity.

Slurp…

A lascivious sound echoed between Aion’s legs, revealing Zizlon’s desperate desire to serve. Aion found his eagerness more thrilling than the act itself. Above all, the sense of dominating the prince was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

“…Haa… Zizlon, you’re… so lovable. Haa…”

Soon, Aion gladly released into Zizlon’s mouth. Fearing more punishment, Zizlon willingly swallowed. Aion was immensely pleased. In his excitement, Aion embraced and loved him, and Zizlon served the enamored queen all night.