KPG | Chapter 1.2

Kedrick’s thighs trembled uncontrollably. The fingers gliding along his waist carefully gripped his hips. The sensation of skin against skin, separated only by a thin layer of fabric, felt scorching. Kedrick couldn’t believe it.

No, he didn’t want to believe it.

“You’ve been aroused this whole time, haven’t you, Kedrick?”

“N-No… I’m not…!”

The slow, teasing graze of fingers over his drawers was overwhelmingly stimulating. For a man who’d lived his entire life for the empire, never once engaging in intimacy, this was far beyond what he could handle.

“I didn’t expect you to enjoy just having your hips touched, Kedrick. You’re far more depraved than I thought. How did a body like this wield a sword for the emperor?”

“Shut your—ngh, ahh…!”

Louis’s fingers slid toward Kedrick’s perineum. Each deliberate stroke sent Kedrick’s body jolting as if electrified, twitching uncontrollably.

Clutching Louis’s shoulders, he panted, his face flushed crimson.

His head spun. This wasn’t him. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress the pleasure, even thinking of his lord to ground himself, but such feeble attempts crumbled instantly.

“I’ve been ordered that as long as milk comes from your chest, I can do whatever it takes. And since this comes from His Majesty, whom you love so dearly, you have no objections, do you, Kedrick?”

“Haa, ngh… Stop, that’s—hah…! That’s ridiculous…!”

His breaths were too hot. His mind felt paralyzed. Only then did Kedrick realize the potion the servant gave him wasn’t a simple sedative. But what could he do, realizing it too late?

The pleasure from Louis’s touch was intoxicatingly sweet and utterly terrifying. For Kedrick, whose only sexual experience was a curious fumble or two in his youth, the discovery that such parts of his body could feel pleasure was a shock.

Louis, finding amusement in the sight of this massive, dangerous-looking man leaning against him and panting, decided to forgive the pitiful, arrogant knight.

“Good boy, Kedrick.”

Louis pressed his nails into Kedrick’s perineum, nibbling at his earlobe. Kedrick’s hips trembled again, a whimper escaping him.

Each movement rubbed his broad chest against Louis’s clothes, the hardened nipples grazing in a way that pushed him beyond endurance. Tears slid from his unfocused golden eyes.

“Ngh… haa, ah, damn it…”

He had no strength to resist Louis, who exhaled sticky breaths against his ear. Half-leaning on him, Kedrick panted, whining like a massive dog shaking its head in refusal.

“Don’t cry, Kedrick.”

“Haa… Don’t talk… into my ear…!”

“I can’t help it. To develop your chest, we need to make sure you feel pleasure well… Oh, my.”

Kedrick’s body stiffened. A shaky sigh slipped through his lips, and his entire body shuddered. Unable to speak, he buried his face in Louis’s shoulder, gasping.

Without hesitation, Louis slipped his hand inside Kedrick’s undergarments. Kedrick jolted, trying to push him away, but his weakened body was no match.

“Impressive, Kedrick. I didn’t even touch the front…”

Louis’s fingers emerged, slick with sticky fluid. Grabbing Kedrick’s hair, he forced his head up, showing him the evidence.

“You’re utterly depraved.”

But Kedrick, as if he’d steeled himself, glared at Louis with beastly yellow eyes, his face burning with shame. For a moment, Louis felt a chill.

A shiver ran down his spine, as if Kedrick might tear him apart at any second.

Yet that fleeting fear was also a promise of the pleasure to come.

“How adorable.”

At that cue, the two men standing behind rushed toward Kedrick. They seized the weakened man, restraining him as they forced him into a chair at the room’s center.

Kedrick tried to resist with his unresponsive body, but his breaths grew hotter, and his skin felt like it was burning. Every touch sent his senses into overdrive. The two servants, pinning down the panting, teeth-gritting Kedrick, pressed a button behind the chair.

“…! What the—Louis!”

“Oh, did that startle you, Kedrick?”

The chair, which he’d thought was ordinary, suddenly reclined sharply. Shackles sprang out, clamping tightly around his wrists and ankles. Kedrick gritted his teeth and glared at Louis.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Kedrick. It’s really scary.”

“Damn it… Release me now!”

“Our cute knight commander. Did all that training turn your brain into muscle too?”

Striding over, Louis grabbed Kedrick’s hair, yanking his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Those beastly eyes, brimming with rage and hatred, filled Louis with glee.

Yes, he’d always wanted to bring this man to his knees. That arrogant, haughty expression and demeanor.

Perhaps this was the gods’ gift to him.

“This is the path you chose.”

Look at that face, twisted with humiliated tears. Louis licked his thin lower lip. But now that the opportunity was his, he had to ensure results.

“I can’t wait to see you begging, crying for me to touch your chest… It’s driving me wild.”

Kedrick only glared, offering no response. Louis, not expecting one, signaled to the servants and bent slowly, planting a light kiss on Kedrick’s forehead.

“They’ll handle your development while I’m gone.”

“…When can I leave?”

“Why ask me, Kedrick? Ask your chest.”

Louis smiled kindly, tidying Kedrick’s hair before turning away.

“I’ll be back.”

Kedrick felt a wave of relief. Maybe it was better without Louis. Every word the man spoke jabbed at his pride, and rather than reacting to each one, Kedrick thought he’d prefer dealing with the servants.

But his skin still burned, his senses overly sharp. The cold gazes of the two servants staring down at him pierced his heart.

It felt like they saw through his desires, looking at him with pity.

Unable to bear it, Kedrick squeezed his eyes shut. The darkness helped, but his senses only grew sharper.

“…Hngh!”

Kedrick’s eyes flew open in shock. Something cold and metallic touched his skin.

“Stay still, it’s fine.”

“What… what are you doing?!”

The servant was cutting away Kedrick’s thin gown with scissors. As the blade unavoidably grazed his nipple, Kedrick’s head snapped back. He clenched his jaw, barely swallowing a moan.

Soon, his broad, well-developed chest was exposed, the result of rigorous training. His hardened nipples stood stark against his pale skin, the deep pink a striking sight.

As the servant’s cold gaze landed on him, Kedrick flinched, then looked confused by his own reaction.

He was a man who didn’t know fear or trembling in front of others. Standing nearly 190cm tall, his muscular frame, handsome yet fearsome face, and noble background ensured he never faltered.

But what was this reaction? He felt like a herbivore waiting to be devoured by a predator.

“You think… you’ll get away with this unscathed?”

“Is there a problem, Sir Lachenov?”

“You know whose body you’re touching right now…!”

Kedrick couldn’t continue. He couldn’t even let out a moan. The servant had grabbed both his nipples, twisting and pinching them.

His body trembled as if seizing, his vision blurring for a moment. All that escaped his parted lips were short, gasping cries of “Ah, ah.”

“We know exactly who you are, Sir Lachenov. That’s why we’re treating you with such… courtesy, aren’t we?”

“Ngh, h-hic…! It—hurts, ha… ahh!”

When the servant twisted his nipples in the opposite direction, Kedrick finally let out a full moan. Drool dripped from his parted pink lips.

The unbearable mix of pleasure and pain, overwhelming and excruciating, flooded him with dreadful sensations.

The proud, lofty knight commander of the Lexion Knights, the man who’d looked down on mere servants, was now trembling and moaning as those same servants twisted his nipples.

Releasing the tormented nipples, the servant slowly cupped Kedrick’s broad chest with both hands. The flesh spilling between his fingers felt indecently lewd. He began to knead it slowly.

“Hoo… ngh, h-hng…”

Panting and whimpering as if on the verge of tears, Kedrick exhaled shakily, his tear-soaked eyes glancing up at the servant before he clamped his lips shut and turned his head away.

The other servant nearby grabbed his head, forcing it back.

“Don’t look away from now on. Understood?”

“Ugh, h-hng… ah…”

“Answer, Sir Lachenov.”

“Ngh, hck… Get… lost…!”

Kedrick stubbornly sealed his lips, only to open them again to spit out curses. Even in this situation, his determination to cling to his pride made the servant click his tongue.

Drool trailed down his chin, and the golden eyes that once gleamed with feral intensity were now wet and distorted. Each heaving breath made his broad chest quiver.

The servant slapped Kedrick’s chest hard with his palm. With a sharp “Hck,” Kedrick’s abdomen contracted as he swallowed a gasp.

“Sir Lachenov, do you think we’re forcing you into this? No. Count Louis warned you multiple times, and you accepted it. Didn’t you say with your own mouth that you’d do anything for His Highness and His Majesty?”

“How dare you… mention His Highness… with that filthy mouth…!”

Kedrick thrashed as if he’d break the restraints and lunge at them. Blue veins bulged on his limbs, his face flushed with rage and pleasure. His gritted teeth ground out each word in a low, scraping growl.

This was indeed the Kedrick Lachenov of legend. Had they used flimsy ropes or ordinary shackles, he might’ve pulverized them by now.

Fortunately, the restraints holding him were made of sturdy metal, rattling loudly but holding firm.

“You’re impossible to reason with. The worst person I’ve ever served, Sir Lachenov.”

With that cold whisper, the servant picked up a slender bottle from a nearby tray. A viscous, transparent liquid sloshed inside the glass.

Kedrick, panting, eyed it with unease. The servant, looking almost pityingly at the pathetic man, uncapped the bottle and, after a brief pause, tilted it to pour the liquid over Kedrick’s chest.

“H-Hic…!”

The sticky liquid slid slowly down his chest, coating his abdomen and soaking his already drenched undergarments.

Kedrick grimaced at the slimy, revolting sensation, biting his lower lip hard. It felt like being doused in a slime’s bodily fluids—hot and sticky. But unlike that, the servants were staring at him with lustful eyes, and every spot the liquid touched burned as if set ablaze.

Already struggling to stay sane in the heat, the scorching sensation on his skin made Kedrick feel like he was being cooked.

“You’re not cooperating, so we have no choice.”

“You… insolent…! You… I swear… I won’t… let you… get away…!”

“Do you know what this is?”