TTQI 25

At one point, Aion, who had opened his mouth, cupped Zizlon’s cheek and looked into his eyes. Zizlon, who would have turned his head away in the past, was looking back at him obediently. His gentle expression was truly befitting of Prince Zizlon. Then, his chapped lips parted, and a similarly dry voice flowed out.

“…Me too.”

The lovely answer was a bonus. Even if it was blatantly obvious that it was a lie. It was a giant leap forward. Aion smiled faintly. His hand, which had been fumbling with Zizlon’s lower abdomen, moved slowly to the soft perineum, then over the hole. He could feel the secret place that had gotten wet just from smelling Aion’s scent.

When Aion pressed down on the wrinkles with his middle finger, the tip of it slid into the soft hole on its own. Smirking, he then gently pushed it in, and Zizlon flinched, wrinkling his nose slightly. Aion moved his finger lightly, as if playing around. He could feel the hot, plump walls of flesh. A squelching sound could be heard.

“Zizlon. There’s something I want to see.”

Aion made idle chat nonchalantly while continuing to play with his finger.

“Ugh… ungh, what… is it?” Zizlon answered with difficulty.

“I want to see you do it yourself.”

“Yourself… you mean….”

“Pleasuring yourself. As refined as you are, surely you won’t tell me you’ve never even touched your own body before, will you?”

“…”

Could it be that what he’d suspected was true? He saw Zizlon’s cheeks flush a little as he averted his gaze. Looking at the newly lovely man, Aion abruptly poked a sensitive spot on the mucous membrane. Zizlon’s body jolted, and his Adam’s apple bobbed 크게 as if he were swallowing saliva.

“Hk…!”

“You’ll show me, won’t you?”

Fondling his weak spot as if he had him by a vulnerability, Aion whispered in a lovely voice. Zizlon kept letting out moans, going ‘ugh, ugh.’ The nipples of their touching chests were balled up hard. It sounded like a request, but Zizlon himself would know better than anyone that it was not a request. He seemed to be agonizing, unable to answer easily, and he could feel him hesitating.

However, not long after, he declared his surrender, and a moment later, he obediently leaned his back against the headboard. While he was getting into position, Aion sat in a place where he could see him well. He poured the silver goblet full of wine.

“Hurry up.”

As the prince dallied for a while even after getting into position, Aion urged him on in a voice tinged with laughter. Zizlon hung his head low as if ashamed and hesitantly spread his legs. As he spread his legs into an M-shape, his red hole, already wet and slick, came into view. And his perfectly sculpted abs, luscious thighs, and the beautiful, lewd markings Aion had carved were also visible at a glance. Aion let out a groan without realizing it. A thirst somehow arose, and Aion repeatedly wet his lips with wine.

“Touch yourself.”

When Aion whispered in a deeper voice, Zizlon moved his arm slowly. He was so sluggish that Aion wanted to run over and move his hand for him.

“That’s right. Touch your body gently. The places that feel good.”

Aion sat at a distance, watching him and giving instructions. He could see his toes curl in shame and his legs stiffen with tension. Zizlon caressed his body with an awkward touch. His hand passed over his neck, collarbone, chest, and stomach in succession. The skill he showed when receiving men was nowhere to be found now that he was alone, making him seem no different from a virgin. Aion thought to himself that he had created quite a ridiculous person.

And it was just when Zizlon’s calloused hand was about to stealthily grip his shaft. At that moment, Aion clicked his tongue loudly.

“…”

Zizlon’s hand paused in mid-air, then changed course and began to move again. His hand went up to his hole. Zizlon glanced sideways at Aion, who only then began to smile, before starting to push his index finger into his hole with gloomy eyes. With a wet squelching sound of flesh parting, the hot inner flesh opened up and the mucous membrane swallowed his finger. Entry wasn’t easy, so with his other hand, he spread his buttock cheeks to widen the opening.

“Uht…”

But as soon as it was in, he stopped moving like a coward. He must have inadvertently hit his g-spot, because he could see Zizlon, now frozen, curl all ten of his toes. Aion’s gaze grew more intense, and his breath grew hotter.

Feeling Aion’s intense gaze, Zizlon resumed his movements. He moved his finger timidly, as if just fooling around, but his hole, already thoroughly soaked, made lewd sounds with even the smallest movement. He could see Zizlon biting his lip to keep from moaning. But his body, having become so sensitive, was getting hotter by the second.

“Hah… ah, ah… uht, ngh….”

A short while later, Zizlon was moving his wrist while letting out moans like a she-cat in heat. His face was rosy and his eyes were closed demurely in concentration. Unlike his manly build, his masturbation was timid to a fault.

He repeatedly made shallow thrusts, barely moving, with just one finger in a hole that could easily take Aion’s huge cock. Seeing as he wasn’t putting it in deep, it seemed his intention was to avoid the spot that actually felt good, out of fear. Aion, who had no intention of letting his trick slide, gave a sharp order.

“Put it in deeper and rub the bulging spot. And put in more fingers, since your hole is loosened up.”

Fortunately, Zizlon obediently followed Aion’s instructions. The first few times, his wrist was sluggish, as if in fear. But because he was mindful of the persistent Aion, he had no choice but to show himself masturbating properly, at least on the surface, and in doing so, he soon began to be swept away by pleasure. At some point, his face, which had been full of only shame, began to show genuine excitement.

“Heu, ngh, aht! Aht, ugh, hht, ngh…!”

His helplessly spread crotch was beyond his control, bucking continuously. Zizlon, who had inserted all four fingers by now, was dripping precum as he churned his hole, making sloppy wet sounds.

It felt so good it was startling even to himself. Had he ever even touched his own body like this in the first place? It felt like it was almost the first time. But to think he could feel this good all by himself.

The hot mucous membrane inside him writhed continuously, biting at his fingers, and when he pressed down hard on the hard, smooth spot, a thrillingly electrifying pleasure shot through the area around his tailbone. The prince panted for breath. He was afraid because the act he had started reluctantly felt too good. His penis had also become erect by now and was leaking fluid. If it weren’t for the queen, he would have touched his penis and climaxed long ago. He wanted to escape this situation quickly. Before he showed an even more pathetic sight.

“That’s right. Find a way to make it feel better for yourself. Touch your chest, too.”

“Ah, Aion… hng, uht, ugh….”

Zizlon, with his eyes glazed over, dazedly followed the instructions. His hand hesitantly went up to his thick chest, and he fumbled with it cluelessly, rubbing his palm broadly across his chest. But it seemed he quickly recalled the memory of Aion touching him. After hesitating for a moment, Zizlon gently rubbed his areola with his index finger, then lightly pinched it with two fingers, and pressed down hard. As milk spurted out with a pfft, he froze like a stone, tilted his chin up, and gulped as if he were about to stop breathing.

“…Lewd.”

Aion murmured in a voice tinged with laughter. An unconcealable heat permeated his voice. Before him now, a man completely engrossed in the act of masturbation was panting wretchedly. He seemed not to even hear Aion’s outrageous remark, focused on kneading his own chest and churning his hole.

Aion watched the scene with hot eyes, as if raping him, before his gaze stopped on the white liquid flowing over his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, as if captivated.

Feeling a thirst, he licked his lips several times before finally setting his wine glass on the floor as if having made a decision. Zizlon, in his state of ecstasy, didn’t notice him getting up from his chair, and only opened his eyes when the queen’s shadow fell over his body. Only then did he realize the queen had gotten onto the bed.

“Uht…”

Seeing the queen smiling at him, Zizlon belatedly contorted his face. He had belatedly realized what a disgraceful sight he had made. Seeing him stop his arm, Aion grabbed his wrist and forced it to move back and forth. As he made his hand move messily, his inner walls were churned into a mess, and Zizlon let out a foolish moan, going ‘aht, aaht.’

“Why did you stop? Keep going.”

“Uht…”

“Don’t mind me. I came to help.”

Saying he came to help was nothing but a detestable excuse; in truth, his intention was to resolve his burning thirst. As soon as Aion lay on top of him, he buried his mouth in his chest without a word.

The soft flesh pressed against his tongue, and a sweet scent filled his mouth. When he pressed the nipple between his teeth, the sweetness grew even stronger. Aion used his other hand to press on his chest to make even more milk come out. Since this was the first time he was drinking it today, the milk that had filled his breasts to bursting instantly poured into Aion’s mouth. Even if he drank it all the day before, just one day was enough for this much milk to gather again.

“Aht, hht, ang, aang…!”

Aion pushed his finger into the hole where Zizlon’s fingers were already inside. Then, pushing aside the timidly moving fingers, he mercilessly mashed the prostate. Zizlon trembled as if convulsing, at a loss for what to do.

Having overpowered him in an instant, Aion sucked on Zizlon’s chest and churned his hole. Zizlon eventually gave up on masturbating and just panted, gripping the sheets with both hands.

“Hah, honestly, you just don’t know what to do with yourself when I put it in your hole. You like it that much?”

“Nnngh! Aht, heuk, ah, Aion… slo… slow…lyy…! A-ah, no…!”

Aion’s hand, with its veins standing out, thrust in and out of the hole like he was shaking it, making watery sounds several times. The fingers that drove inside mercilessly rubbed his prostate each time. He had only poked his g-spot a few times, but the lewd Zizlon instantly reached his first orgasm. Zizlon’s head suddenly snapped back, revealing his deeply flushed neck. His penis, which had been standing erect and poking Aion’s lower abdomen, spewed semen quickly, like a premature ejaculator.

Aion delightfully enjoyed the sensation of the tightly contracting hole clenching his fingers as if to cut them off. The movement of the inner walls, which jolted convulsively at the moment of orgasm, was also spectacular.

“…Hee, heeik…”

After one orgasm, Zizlon drooped limply in Aion’s arms, panting.

“Tired already? A man with such stamina….”

“Just… just let me rest for a moment, please.”

Zizlon, sprawled out in exhaustion, pleaded in a rather pitiful voice, but unlike Zizlon, who had been having fun by himself, for Aion, who had been holding back the whole time, this was just the beginning. In the first place, he was a man of such vigor that they would have grueling sessions every day, staying up all night until the break of dawn, so there was no way he would be satisfied with just this.

Smiling faintly without a word, Aion pushed him down and grabbed his thighs, pulling them open. As his glans was aimed over the still-twitching hole as if to kiss it, fear clouded Zizlon’s eyes.

Aion, who couldn’t help but laugh at his frightened eyes, asked.

“Is it too much for you?”

“…”

Zizlon glanced at him, unable to answer readily. His hand came down stealthily and covered his hole. To Aion, that gesture looked cute, as if he were trying to act coy.

“If it’s too much, I’ll let you off. Try to coax me. Cutely, okay?”

Aion’s voice, now in high spirits, naturally became gentle. He gently stroked Zizlon’s thighs, which he held in both hands, and asked insinuatingly, as if he would grant any wish. Zizlon’s eyes wandered in the air, as if conflicted. Finally, he hesitantly opened his lips.

“I… doing it is fi, fine. But….”

“But?”

“This time, really… please don’t… do it… inside….”

“Ah.”

In an instant, Aion’s gaze turned ice-cold.

“…You’re really something.”

Could it be that he was holding a grudge about him breaking his promise and coming inside him last time? When the disappointed Aion sighed, Zizlon flinched, shrinking his shoulders as much as he could. However, while Zizlon kept glancing at him, the hand covering his hole remained stubbornly in place. A desperate will not to compromise was visible.

“…”

Futilely, the excitement that had risen to the top of his head just moments ago cooled down to a lukewarm level. To kill the mood so absurdly, it was truly a disappointing matter for Aion.

His expression turning pouty on its own, Aion rubbed his glans slowly over Zizlon’s hand and fell into thought. The question of ‘What should I do about this?’ was written all over his face. Zizlon held his breath and remained quiet until his fate was decided.

“…Ah, then how about this?”

Just then, as if something had occurred to him, Aion asked with a pleased look. Then, as soon as he finished speaking, Aion let go of Zizlon’s legs, went to the edge of the bed, and bent down. Soon after, what was brought out in his hand was the wooden box he kept under the bed. It was the usual box from which he took out lubricant and the rod for punishment, and Zizlon stiffened and became wary as soon as he saw it.

However, the item the queen took out from inside it was different from the things he had seen so far. The queen took out a silver bottle from the box and put the box back under the bed. The bottle was similar to the one that held rose oil, but a little different. It was slightly smaller and rounder in shape.

Zizlon stared at what was in his hand with questioning, yet wary, eyes. Aion, conscious of his gaze, chuckled and shook the bottle.

“It’s nothing special, just a contraceptive. I made it myself, so its efficacy is guaranteed.”

“…!”

He could see Zizlon’s eyes widen, and Aion suppressed the laugh that was about to burst out.

“Then….” Zizlon started to say, trailing off, and tried to reach out his hand. But Aion quickly moved the medicine to a place his hand couldn’t reach. Then, looking at the puzzled Zizlon, he put on a feigned expression of concern.

“Yes. Contraception is guaranteed. But… the reason I haven’t used it until now is because it actually has a fatal side effect.”

“A side… effect, you say?”

“Well, it puts you into heat. A person.”

Hearing his answer, Zizlon flinched and scowled. His cheeks turned red, and the contempt he felt was plainly revealed on his face. Aion couldn’t hold back and let out a ‘pfft’ of laughter.

“Hahaha… anyway, one of the herbs used to make the medicine has an aphrodisiac effect, which caused this side effect. Since it’s a key herb, I couldn’t find a substitute, and adjusting the ratio was difficult, so I couldn’t just put in a moderate amount either. Thanks to that, the level of arousal is so severe that I daresay you might completely lose your mind. Because the side effect is so great, it’s not a medicine I could readily use, so I’ve kept it put away and haven’t taken it out until now. I also doubt you would even drink it.”

“…”

“If you really want it, I can give it to you but… you wouldn’t like something like this, would you?”

“Tha… that is….”

“Ah, right… I’ll tell you in advance, I will absolutely not do it outside. …Unconditionally, I’m going to pump it into your womb.”

“!”

Aion laughed with a wicked smile on his face. He could see Zizlon’s face, who had effectively lost his choice, crumple miserably. To Aion, everything was just entertaining. Aion, who was waiting for Zizlon to answer, attempted a provocation to see an even more interesting reaction.

“Well, if you don’t like it, I’ll put it away. How could a refined person like you drink a medicine that makes you go into heat like a pervert, right?”

Aion tossed the bottle carelessly onto the bed and grabbed Zizlon’s legs again. At that, Zizlon jumped up and fiercely shook off his hands. Aion obediently let go and glanced at Zizlon’s bewildered face. His eyes met Aion’s, and Zizlon, who had flinched his shoulders as if scared, gulped and then, as if being chased, opened his mouth.

“—I-I’ll drink it.”

“What did you say? Are you serious?”

He could see Zizlon fidgeting. But when Aion reached out his hand as if to throw the bottle away again, he grabbed Aion’s wrist with a grim expression.

“…You’re sure the effect is guaranteed, right?”

He urged for a final confirmation.

“Yes.”

“Can you swear it’s not a lie?”

“Swear, you say? Haha. How tragic you are… well, fine. I swear. Have I ever lied about the efficacy of a medicine?”

Aion nodded and held out the medicine. Zizlon took it boldly, as if worried it would be taken away again.

“Um… how do I….”

Zizlon stopped while opening the lid and glanced sideways at Aion. Aion smiled brightly and answered.

“Open the lid and drink it. You can also apply it to your hole; as long as it’s absorbed somehow, the effects will kick in within a few minutes. Yes, what’s in the bottle is a single dose. Don’t worry, I’ve memorized the recipe, so I’ll make more if it becomes necessary.”

Having gotten the answer he needed, Zizlon turned his head back towards the bottle. He stared at the lid, conflicted for a moment. Could he really trust that insidious queen’s oath? But even after thinking about it, the conclusion was that there was no other way. It was better to believe in even a small possibility. After all… there’s nowhere lower to fall, now.

Compared to how vigorously he had opened the lid, Zizlon couldn’t easily pour the contents into his mouth. Aion, who had been watching Zizlon stare at the bottle for a long time, at one point muttered in a small voice.

“You want to avoid it that much… even if you have to go that far?”

Zizlon’s pupils wavered, and Aion stroked his head as if to comfort him.

“Don’t worry… there are no side effects other than the arousal. The side effect is severe, but its duration isn’t long either. It’s not at a level where you can’t drink it. There’s no way I’d recommend something bad for your body. I love you, after all.”

“…”

As Aion soothed him, Zizlon soon seemed to have made up his mind. He shut his eyes tightly and downed the contents in one go. The medicine in the bottle was just one mouthful and had a sweetish scent. The liquid went down his throat in an instant, without a chance to be refused. From the moment he swallowed the liquid, Zizlon wore a tense expression, but contrary to his worries, no immediate reaction appeared just because he drank the medicine.

Aion approached with a smile, spread his thighs again, and pressed his cock against his hole.

“The effects will appear soon. I’m going in now.”

“Hah, ang, aang! Hht, aht, ahhng! Ah, no… o…! Heu, hit, ah, ngh, ang!”

Savoring the scream-like moans like music, Aion moved his hips breathlessly.

On the bed that shook as if it would break at any moment, a completely disheveled Zizlon lay. Zizlon, with dazed eyes as if his reason had long since evaporated, sloppily dripped saliva and tears. Pinning down Zizlon, who was not just trembling but seemed to be having a seizure, Aion let out a triumphant laugh.

A contraceptive with arousal as a side effect? Where in the world would such a thing exist? For a prince of a nation, there was a limit to how naive one could be.

Zizlon, who had been whining for a while now not to cum inside, had been annoyingly tripping him up in the middle of their enjoyable acts, vexing Aion. Aion had lost interest in having a child now anyway, and even if one were to implant, he would get rid of it right away, but Zizlon seemed to think, without a clue, that he could be forced to bear a child again at any moment.

Frankly saying he no longer desired a child wouldn’t be advantageous for Aion himself, and in the first place, it didn’t seem like Zizlon would believe him readily, so it was a truly vexing problem. But to give up the pleasure of spraying his seed all over his body was also absurd.

Who cared if he got pregnant or not? Aion just wanted to shove his cock into his hole and pound away. While annoyed, he happened to remember the aphrodisiac he kept under the bed. As long as he could get on with the act, it didn’t matter, so Aion took it out and fabricated a story on a whim, and what do you know, Zizlon downed the medicine in one gulp.

“Does it feel good? Huh? Doesn’t it feel good?”

He could feel his hot hole welcoming Aion’s cock with all its heart and soul. The sticky inner walls would desperately cling on when Aion pulled out, then shyly tighten when he entered again. Zizlon’s wanton face, moaning ‘ang, ang’ that it felt good with a stupidly slack expression, was a bonus.

“I’m gonna… die… eu, heuk! Ugh, ngh! Haht, haah…!”

“Answer me quickly. It feels good when I thrust right here, doesn’t it?”

Aion grabbed his thigh, which had red handprints on it, strongly and thrust up, hitting Zizlon’s g-spot. No sooner had he done so than a clear, water-like fluid shot out from Zizlon’s penis, and he stiffened his entire body like a piece of wood. Zizlon blinked his eyes rapidly, as if surprised.

“I-It… feels… good… heuk….”

He answered in a broken voice. His slurred pronunciation was exquisite. Aion burst into a sharp laugh.

“Heuk…!”

“Hahaha, where? Where does it feel good?”

“De-deep… whe-when you put it… deeeep… ughk….”

Aion whispered in his ear while kneading Zizlon’s chest haphazardly. The plump flesh was crushed in his grip, squashed like dough. Zizlon was completely pliant, allowing every touch. He seemed unaware that he was even being touched. Aion licked up the milk that flowed out from that, licking from bottom to top, stroking the nipple, and Zizlon hiccuped and shuddered.

His legs were spread as wantonly as could be. It was clearly felt that his womb had descended, as if his body in heat was craving seed. Aion went ahead and pushed his cock towards the entrance. When he prodded the plump entrance experimentally, Zizlon moaned loudly.

Then, Aion cheered. Zizlon, who would normally have trembled with disgust, was sprawled out carelessly. Rather, as if welcoming the pleasure, he haltingly wrapped his legs around Aion’s waist.

“Haha… hahaha… you like it?”

“E-eungh. Ngh… good, keok, hht…!”

“Damn it…!”

This time, Aion thrust up fiercely, holding nothing back. At that moment, Zizlon stopped what he was saying and sucked in a breath. His glans shot in and out of the cervix. He thrust so deeply that Zizlon’s belly could be seen momentarily jolting. As his stomach protruded, the marking drawn on his lower abdomen contorted. Zizlon gasped and struggled, but his penis remained erect, as if proving the intense pleasure.

Normally, it was a place that made his face turn pale with fear if approached even a little. It was the aftermath of having been tied to the bed and raped until he was covered in blood. And above all, it was extremely painful. Whenever Aion occasionally forced his cock in, his penis would quickly go limp from the pain more than the pleasure.

But it was different now. As if feeling even the pain as pleasure, Zizlon instead panted that it felt good. It was thanks to his mind, whose reason had been blown away by the drug’s effect. Or perhaps it was because he was being honest, having no worries about getting pregnant. Aion enjoyed Zizlon’s more honest-than-ever reaction with his whole body. It was truly a pleasure he had never imagined.

“Heu… heee….”

“Hhht…! Kk…”

Feeling the hot mucous membrane clinging to his cock, Aion growled fiercely. He felt like he would cum at any moment if he let his guard down. He roughly grabbed Zizlon’s breast. As he kneaded it hard enough to leave red marks, Zizlon, who had been panting in pleasure, was now almost starting to sob. Aion let out ragged breaths and pounded Zizlon’s mucous membrane with his cock.

“Haak! Ugh, heok, uht, aang! Ang! I-I liike it…! Ahhhh…! Ang!”

“Kk, relax!”

“Nnngh! Aht, ah, ahk… ugh… hnghhh… ah, it hurts, ngh, ah, Aion….”

Zizlon moaned stupidly with dazed, unfocused eyes. The sensation of his pelvis twisting open repeated rapidly, and all the strength drained from his body each time the penis pounded his pleasure spot. He couldn’t stop climaxing, and his inner walls kept tightening, but Aion forced open the closing passage and unerringly struck his erogenous zone.

In his head, which had climaxed in succession, nothing remained except for a flashing pleasure. It was as if his brain had melted. Worries, anxieties, and fears were gone, and there was only happiness and joy.

Each time he was rammed hard, white milk spurted from Zizlon’s nipples as if it were semen. Aion buried his head in his neck and persistently chewed on his flesh. Sometimes he tasted blood, and dark red bruises formed in the shape of his teeth marks. Yet Zizlon cried that he liked it. It seemed his head had broken.

In fact, the Zizlon of this moment cried ‘ang, ang,’ that he liked whatever was done to him. Even when his womb was brutally violated, when the inside of his body was shamelessly made a mess of with seed, when his chest was kneaded and toyed with like a plaything, and when vulgar curses were poured on him, he would only giggle like an idiot.

“Heuk, Aion…. I, hnnng, I-I’m, g-gonna, gonna die…!”

At one point, Zizlon let out a dazed sound. Aion, who was crushing him and thrusting his hips, glanced down absently and witnessed a very amusing sight. His belly kept jolting, and perhaps finding it strange, at some point Zizlon had demurely placed both his hands on his lower abdomen with a blank expression. It was horrifically lovely, and also lewd beyond compare.

Arousal shot to the top of his head, and a shiver ran through his entire body. The absentminded action, born from a mind that had lost its reason, drove Aion crazy. Aion grabbed his chin and ravenously devoured his lips. He pulled out the timidly stiffened tongue and sucked on it as if to swallow it whole.

“Nng, nngh…! Nng, hht, euup….”

With his mouth blocked, Zizlon continued to moan. As his body was shaken up and down, he had been pushed all the way up to the headboard. When Aion grabbed the backs of his knees and thrust up roughly, as if handling a cheap plaything, Zizlon’s head would thump against the headboard each time. Yet he still panted that he liked it.

“Haah, haah… you like it? Hngh… I asked if you like it?”

“Uht, heu, eu, nnngh…! Yes, yeeees…! Hahk, ah, nooo…! Ngh, uhk, hiit…! C-come…!”

Aion grabbed Zizlon’s penis and mercilessly rubbed the glans with his thumb. Zizlon’s hips shot up into the air and fell back onto the bed several times. In his dazed state, Zizlon tried to answer his words, but what came out of his mouth did not sound like human language. His voice was half-moan and half-word, to the point that it was impossible to tell what he was saying.

“Hahhhh… hnghhh….”

“See, my cock is inside your womb, huh?”

“Li-like it… like it… hnghhh….”

“I’m going to come just like this, is that really okay?”

“Nnngh… it’s good….”

Then, Aion asked, with his glans buried deep in the cervix for all to see. He wanted to hear Zizlon’s spaced-out answer, so he kept pressing him for a reply. Zizlon dazedly repeated that it felt good. He even met his eyes, and, not knowing any better, cried and then smiled vacantly. So when Aion thrust up again with a ‘poke,’ he quickly made a crying face.

Aion found the situation so funny he couldn’t stand it. Aion, who had been carrying on a one-sided conversation while constantly suppressing his laughter, finally wiped the smile off his face when an impatient Zizlon began to move his hips.

“Damn it… you horny, hht, whore…!”

“Haht! Hieuk! Aion, Ai, hht, ang! I-it’s tooo? I-I’m feeling…? Hhht, hnng! Ngh! Aang!”

“Heu… then that’s a good thing, isn’t it? Huh? Hold still. The good spot… ha, I’ll hit it for you…!”

“Ah…! Ahh…! There, ah, no, wai, wai… ang! Aang! Heu, ahh…!”

Aion held Zizlon’s shoulders down firmly and drove his cock in. Zizlon screamed and shook his head like mad, but Aion pinned him down firmly and wouldn’t let go. In the end, Aion pushed his cock further into the womb and ejaculated with enough force to plaster the uterine walls with semen.

Zizlon rolled his eyes back, tilted his chin up, and trembled as he received his ejaculation. His lips quivered minutely, and judging by the shape of his mouth, he was calling for his father. Zizlon’s penis, pressed against Aion’s hard stomach, was also sloppily leaking semen. The prince’s dignity was nowhere to be found in that disgraceful state.

“Hah, haah… haah….”

Aion, having squeezed out the very last drop, held Zizlon in his arms for a while. Zizlon, too, was panting for breath and just fidgeting, no longer begging for more. Just as it seemed their act had entered a lull, it happened.

“Heu, hnghhhhk… i-it’s strange…! Heueh, aht, heu! Hngh…! J-just a moment…!”

Aion had stealthily started to resume his actions. With his cock still inserted into the cervix, he began to shamelessly grind it against the terribly tight cervical os. Zizlon, startled, quickly lifted his head. Being rubbed in a sensitive spot right after climaxing, Zizlon shuddered. He beat on Aion’s chest with fists that were not the least bit threatening, but Aion paid him no mind and moved his body back and forth. With the excessive pleasure, Zizlon’s eyes looked as if they might roll back into his head at any moment.

“W-wai? Wait… wait a mome…! Ah, no… hnng! Ahng! Ah, strange, it’s straaange…!”

Grind. Aion bit Zizlon’s shoulder again, drawing blood. His expression, devoid of any laughter, was vicious. He wrinkled his nose and, with eyes flashing like a predator, repeatedly tore at Zizlon’s flesh. He violated Zizlon with determination, as if to leave a mark of possession.

Each time their closely pressed torsos rubbed against each other, Zizlon’s rigidly erect nipples were pressed against Aion’s skin, sending a strange pleasure through him. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, Aion’s lower abdomen and Zizlon’s buttocks repeatedly collided, making a sound that was almost like hitting.

As his hole was violated, his buttocks tensed up completely, forming deep dimples. Aion’s penis, which had remained erect even after ejaculating once, quickly became hard as stone. It grew larger inside the womb, pressing against the inner walls in all directions. Zizlon thought his belly was going to burst. Tears streamed down his face even when he was still.

“Keo, heok… ugh, nghk… hngh…!”

The signs Zizlon was showing were unusual. Each time the shaft of the cock, which completely filled the narrow passage, rubbed slickly, a hiccuping, gasping sound burst out. His moans were almost screams. But Aion deliberately tightened his hold on his body. So that their union wouldn’t loosen in the slightest no matter how much he struggled, he pulled his neck in for an embrace, pressed their groins together, and forcibly pushed in the cock that couldn’t go any further. With his hard-erect cock, he roughly crushed the deepest, most tender flesh.

“Ah… no… no…!”

At that moment, Zizlon threw his head back and his entire body went rigid. His muscles all over his body, including his hole, contracted as if to sever the penis itself. Aion, sensing something was wrong, also stopped moving abruptly.

Before he could even comprehend the situation, Zizlon’s bobbing penis spewed a clear liquid. A fluid that was neither semen nor urine shot up like a fountain with a pak, drenching Zizlon’s prone body. The afterglow must have been intense, because Zizlon rolled his eyes back and trembled like a broken thing before going limp as if he had fainted.

“…”

“…Hngh… hnngh…?”

Then, Zizlon let out a dazed sound and lifted his head. From his penis, which drooped between his legs, the clear liquid was still trickling out. His eyes were full of confusion, as if he couldn’t grasp the situation. Aion, who had been staring at him, frozen stiff, let out a cry of wonder a beat later.

“…Ha.”

The corners of Aion’s mouth curved elegantly like a snake’s, and his whole body, through which a thrill ran, trembled as if with a chill. Aion snatched Zizlon’s chin. Pressing down as if to burst his cheeks, he licked Zizlon’s lips stickily.

“…You’re so pretty, I could die….”

“Kkeuk… heuk… hngh….”

Zizlon was crying, trembling and full of confusion. Aion, like a cunning snake, gazed at Zizlon, his sinister eyes gleaming. The night was just beginning.

“There’s a rumor going around these days that the prince is showing signs of madness. Have you heard it?”

It was midday on a certain day. The king, who was attending to his official duties in the castle’s office, suddenly asked Renard, his chief attendant, who was standing behind him.

“Well, I…”

The king had been concentrating on his work without a word for a while, so Renard, taken aback by the unexpected question, trailed off, slightly flustered. He glanced sideways at his master’s back, who was seated in the chair, to gauge his intentions. Contrary to the serious content, the king’s demeanor was calm.

His back, bathed in the bright sunlight with the huge window showing a clear sky behind him, looked very peaceful. Even after asking the question, he was looking at his documents and busily moving his pen, just as before. Because of the king’s casual attitude, as if nothing had happened, Renard was all the more confused.

As Renard was drawing out his words, the king cut him off in a tone that suggested he already knew everything.

“I know you’ve heard it. Don’t play dumb and tell me, what do you think of it?”

His troubled expression was brief; the old, experienced attendant offered a cautious and thoughtful reply.

“Well, it’s not just once or twice that the palace servants gossip needlessly, is it? I suppose this story is nothing special either. However, it seems to be true that His Highness the Prince has been under a great deal of pressure lately, for such a rumor to be circulating. What does Your Majesty think?”

“Hmph, I wonder about that.”

The king snorted cynically. In addition, he put down his pen with a slightly angry motion, then set aside his official duties entirely and took a posture to talk in earnest. His gaze went to where the queen was, who had brought a chair to one side of the office and was sitting there.

“What do you think?”

The queen, who had been silently embroidering in the warm sunlight, finally raised her head. At the sound of her name, the queen placed the thread and fabric on her lap and looked at the king. Renard was watching this scene with a slightly anxious gaze.

“The position of Crown Prince is certainly a burdensome one.”

The queen replied as if tossing out a comment. Sure enough, a faint shadow crossed Renard’s face upon hearing her answer.

Hearing the queen’s reply, the king seized the opportunity and showed his displeasure. Gaining momentum, he grumbled loudly, as if for her to hear.

“If he can’t even handle that much, then he’s not qualified. What does that boy have to be stressed about? It’s not like he has brothers to risk his life fighting over the succession with. Rather, isn’t being an only child in the royal family a rare piece of luck? Historically, there are few crown princes as fortunate as he is. Rather, perhaps he’s starting to slack off because his life is too easy. The things they say these days about madness and what not, those words are coming out because that boy is whining pathetically. You wouldn’t know how dumbfounded I was when I first heard that from the palace servants! If your life were on the line, would you be complaining? Lately, I even have this thought. That this madness or whatever is a rumor that boy made up himself. He seems to think my heart will soften if I hear that story.”

His rather emotional lament continued for some time. The king, uncharacteristically full of resentment, went on a long tirade, saying that just thinking about that boy inheriting the throne made his future look so bleak he couldn’t sleep. Renard, who had been calmly listening to the king’s words, spoke after his master had stopped, as if gently reasoning with him in a mild voice.

“Your words are correct. Compared to Your Majesty’s days as Crown Prince, his are much more affluent. However, it will not be entirely easy for him. Hasn’t he worked that much harder to meet his father’s expectations? Sometimes, he will need love. Please do not be so strict with him all the time, and sometimes reason with him with love. Praise is also a necessary part of discipline.”

“But the problem is that these days, I just can’t bring myself to look upon him favorably. It’s as if he’s made up his mind to get on my bad side at every turn. I’m tired of scolding him now. Hah, to be so much trouble! He used to do well on his own without me having to lift a finger, what on earth has happened?”

“In that case, how about going to see him in person? Having a heart-to-heart conversation between father and son will surely help.”

“Me, see that boy? Hmph, don’t even mention it. I don’t even want to see his face.”

“Please don’t say that and think about it. Hasn’t it been quite a long time since you went to meet him in person?”

A strange light flickered in the king’s eyes at Renard’s earnest persuasion. The king, who had been busy being indignant, slowly closed his mouth and became lost in thought. In particular, upon hearing Renard’s question, the king tried to recall when he had last gone to meet him and realized that a considerable amount of time had passed. The thought of that fact made him feel slightly strange. Guilt also subtly reared its head. He must have been so busy with official duties that he hadn’t realized so much time had passed.

Perhaps his heart was moved by the wise attendant’s persuasion; the king’s anger had subsided considerably, and in its place remained the heart of an ordinary father worrying about his son. The king, whose wrinkles seemed to have deepened somehow, cast a look of concern on his face and rested his head on his hand, which was propped up on the desk. Renard leaned his upper body towards the king, who was lost in thought, and spoke softly.

“Don’t say that, and summon him for a meal. Hasn’t it been quite a while since you’ve eaten together?”

The queen, who had been silently watching their conversation, handed her needlework to an attendant and rose from her seat. She quietly opened the door, erasing her presence, and left.

The king answered Renard with a click of his tongue. But his tone was much more subdued than just a moment ago.

“You make it sound as if I kicked him out. I never once told him not to come. At some point, he stopped coming of his own accord.”

“I don’t think that’s the case. Surely His Highness the Prince must also have misunderstood Your Majesty’s intentions…”

“Enough.”

While Renard was in the middle of persuading the king, the king, who had been frowning, abruptly raised his hand to stop him.

“Stop. My head hurts too much,” the king muttered, placing a hand on his forehead.

“…”

Renard closed his mouth and stepped back with a sad expression. Just as the persuasion was about to work, his attempt failed due to the king’s fatigue. The king, seemingly tired of troublesome thoughts due to his persistent headache, shook his head and dismissed the topic. Instead, he groaned, clutching his head.

“This blasted headache won’t leave me alone these days…”

“Shall I call a physician?” Renard asked suggestively.

The king shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. Instead, burn some more of the incense the queen gave me. That helps to alleviate it a bit.”

With a sad expression, Renard stood behind the king and quietly gazed at his wrinkled master’s cheek. The days of the brilliant, young, and ambitious monarch were still vivid in his memory, but now the master before him had become an old man with distinct wrinkles.

It wasn’t just his appearance. Renard had recently been finding signs of aging in the king more and more often. He tired easily, was reluctant to move, and increasingly showed signs of finding complex thoughts burdensome. Renard felt both fear and sadness at his rapid aging. But the saddest thing of all was that his master was completely unaware of his own aging.

Renard had a premonition. The king himself was unaware, but the day he would step down from his position was approaching faster than imagined. But at this most crucial time, an untimely discord was being heard. Now that it was far too late, the king was doubting the prince’s qualifications. The strong trust between father and son was, ironically, shaking when it was needed most. It was by no means a good sign.

However, Renard too had become too old to add his opinions with conviction. He was no longer as spirited as he used to be, nor was he filled with a sense of justice. His peaceful old age was too precious to go against his master’s will for the sake of the nation’s fate.

Yes, Renard feared the cunning queen most of all. He was more keenly aware than anyone of the emergence of evil that threatened the fate of Yonaras, but he did not want to risk losing everything he had in an instant. The old and pathetic Renard could only remain silent.

On the same day, under a cloudless, clear sky, on a small path leading to the castle’s training grounds, the playboy knight Villeneuve was lying on a half-crumbled stone wall, idly sunbathing.

He was staring blankly at the sky, a sky that made one feel drowsy just by looking up at it. It was peaceful beyond measure. It was so calming that he was even willing to tolerate the presence of the chatterbox disturbing him by his side.

“Sir Villeneuve, Sir Villeneuve, I told you I’ll polish your armor for you.”

Despite being ignored, the chatterbox chirped on without fail. This ardent supporter, who had been pestering Sir Villeneuve almost daily recently, was none other than the queen’s loyal servant, Pym.

Pym, who had at some point started to fret just to get a single glance from Villeneuve, followed him around whenever he had the chance, chattering about this and that. Villeneuve, as if accustomed to this situation, paid him no mind and nonchalantly fiddled with a wildflower. Pym, too, as if accustomed to his lack of reaction, chattered on endlessly with a child-like, innocent expression.

“I can polish it well. I’m telling you, just trust me with it once.”

Villeneuve, who had been just listening, this time answered indifferently.

“I told you it’s fine. Why would you do something like that? Are you my servant or something?”

When a reply came from Villeneuve, Pym was overjoyed, despite the half-hearted content. Pym rushed over, clung to the stone wall Villeneuve was lying on, and said with sparkling eyes.

“I may not be your servant, but what does it matter? I’m confident, you know. Before Her Majesty got married, I used to polish her armor, you see?”

“Her armor?”

As if Pym’s words were unexpected, Villeneuve turned his head in Pym’s direction. Pym explained with even more excitement.

“Of course. She was a respectable warrior too before her marriage, you know. She wore her gear almost every day, and I polished all of her sword and armor.”

“That’s unexpected.”

“Is it?”

Hearing the reply, Villeneuve turned his head away again with a swish. A listless reply followed.

“Then why don’t you go polish her shoes now? I wonder why you’re sticking to me and bothering me.”

“Oh, don’t say that. Sir Knight, Sir Knight.”

“Whoa, whoa, be careful. You’re going to fall.”

Villeneuve pushed away Pym’s clinging body with an annoyed gesture. Pym, anxious that Villeneuve’s attention was about to wane again, made a move to attract it.

“Or, how about this? How about you teach me the sword, Sir Knight?”

Pym, who had been looking at Villeneuve’s scabbard, suddenly stepped back and took a sword-wielding stance. Villeneuve chuckled as he looked up at the sky.

“You? The sword?”

“Why? You never know. I may be of humble birth, but I might have a natural talent.”

“Give it up, give it up, you’ll get hurt.”

“Just give me a try, I’m telling you, so, right! You never know, right? I might even be able to beat that prince.”

“What did you say?”

Pym, who had been racking his brain for something to say to get Villeneuve’s attention, brought up the prince’s story with sparkling eyes. It was because he remembered hearing once that he was the best knight in the kingdom. The effect was outstanding. Villeneuve, whose eyes had been half-closed, opened them wide, and in the very next moment, burst out laughing.

“Puhahahaha!”

Villeneuve was laughing so hard that he couldn’t even think of scolding the cheeky servant for his rudeness. He clutched his stomach, cackling, and almost rolled off the stone wall. Villeneuve, who barely managed to regain his balance and sit up, dabbed at his tears while panting, and Pym watched him with a pouty face.

“Why? You never know.”

“That just shows you don’t know anything. He hasn’t lost to anyone since he was seventeen. Ah, that’s funny. They say the ignorant are brave.”

Pym’s eyes widened at Villeneuve’s answer.

“What? You’re exaggerating, right? I heard even you beat him before, Sir Villeneuve? The soldiers said you were evenly matched.”

“You believe that at face value? You fool. A talented guy would know right away. Just how much he goes easy on me….”

Villeneuve’s eyes, as he thought of the prince, suddenly grew distant. His eyes were open, but he wasn’t looking at reality; it was as if he were in a fantasy, gazing at a distant, unreachable star.

Pym watched Villeneuve, who had fallen silent and was lost in thought. Pym’s expression gradually contorted in displeasure as he looked at his strange gaze. It was because he was annoyed by Villeneuve, who had slipped into a daydream as if their conversation meant nothing. Pym, feeling resentful, quickly rushed over to wake him.

“Sir Villeneuve, Sir Villeneuve. But that means you’re amazing too, Sir Villeneuve, right?”

“Ah, you scared me. What’s with you all of a sudden?”

“Hehehe. Right? Am I right?”

“Honestly, don’t you ever get tired? Get away from me.”

A small scuffle ensued due to the annoyingly clingy Pym. Villeneuve, who had been pushing Pym away, couldn’t take it anymore and made an irritated face. This squirrel-like servant, who had recently been seeking him out at every opportunity and pestering him about this and that, was a nuisance to him.

He didn’t know what had triggered it, but at some point, he had started following him around, and now he was shamelessly clinging to him like this and bothering him. But it wasn’t like he was doing anything bad, he was so small he looked like he would break if touched, and it was awkward to harshly push away someone who was chasing him out of pure affection, so it was truly a dilemma.

‘Geez, doesn’t this guy have anything to do? The other servants are busy all day long.’

Villeneuve sighed as he looked at the boy with sparkling eyes.

He was in the middle of being harassed by the young servant like that. Villeneuve sensed a small commotion in the direction of the castle gate and finally shot up from his lounging position. The reason was that he had been lying on the stone wall waiting for someone. Villeneuve, thinking that the person he had promised to meet, the prince, had appeared, shot up, and the startled Pym fell away from him.

“Is he here?”

Villeneuve squinted his eyes and looked towards the main gate. He could see five or six people gathered in front of the gate. And among them, Villeneuve spotted a tall, blond man sticking out and his face lit up.

“He’s here!”

Villeneuve leaped down from the stone wall. Pym watched him with a sullen gaze. He had made great efforts to get him up until now, but he hadn’t budged, so he couldn’t possibly be pleased with his discriminatory treatment of jumping up at the prince’s single appearance. Moreover, the other person was that Prince Zizlon, whom Villeneuve sought out at every opportunity.

Pym, feeling twisted up inside, glared at Villeneuve for a while. But Villeneuve didn’t give him a single glance, and at that, the completely sulking Pym huffed loudly with a “Hmph!” and ran off in the opposite direction.