KPG | Chapter 2.1

Malektor…

Kedrick jolted upright, staring blankly into space with a dumbstruck look. His waist and hips throbbed way too much, and his chest ached like it was bleeding or something. His head pounded like it was about to split open.

Reflexively, he groped at his chest, only to grimace. His nipples were red and swollen, puffed up painfully. His jaw felt oddly stiff too, and as he checked his body here and there, a strange sense of unease crept over him.

‘Why…’

Why am I even checking my own body?

It was like someone had deliberately wiped his memory—nothing came to mind. He clutched his throbbing head, trying desperately to piece things together, but every time a hint of something seemed to surface, his breath caught, and a feeling that he shouldn’t remember washed over him.

‘…Now that I think about it…’

Ever since he took that medicine from the attendant and swallowed it, he couldn’t recall a thing.

But looking down at his swollen chest and his body, which was clearly not in its usual state, it felt like someone had done something to him while he was out cold.

He’d expected to suffer quite a bit after that bizarre oracle came down, but if things were happening like this, it might not be so bad.

Even if someone had done something weird to him while he slept, there didn’t seem to be any direct harm to his body. His hips and chest felt itchy and stung a bit, but he didn’t pay it much mind.

Whatever the temple folks were up to, it was probably just some magic nonsense using tools, cast a few times and done. Kedrick hated magic. He thought it was something only inferior people used.

Magic was easy to wield if you were born with it, no effort required, and in the empire, magic hadn’t advanced much. The mana-users were all so weak that a single shove from him could send them flying.

Those softies who didn’t know the meaning of hard work, giggling like idiots over their precious magic—that’s what Kedrick thought of mages.

So, naturally, he didn’t even suspect that his memories might’ve been tampered with. He didn’t even try to. He believed in his own mental strength and power.

The idea of falling victim to some measly magic? He was too proud for that.

“You’re awake?”

The sound of the door opening made Kedrick instinctively yank the blanket over himself to cover his body.

Then he froze, baffled by his own reaction. He’d often run around shirtless in broad daylight, training in the sparring grounds.

He’d always been proud of his chiseled physique.

So what was with that reflex just now?

He told himself it was just because a stranger had walked in, but even as he made that excuse, he didn’t pull the blanket off his upper body.

“…Count?”

“Nice to meet you, Kedrick. This is our first time meeting like this, isn’t it? I’m Lewis Katrise, and I’ll be in charge of you from now on.”

“How are you here…? Wait, have we… met before?”

Lewis smiled softly as he looked at Kedrick’s confused face. Platinum blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes like gemstones, pale white skin, and a slender build—everything about him was the opposite of Kedrick.

It gave Kedrick a weird feeling.

Like this situation…

“Is something wrong?”

The mental magic had worked way better than expected. Lewis realized it wasn’t a matter of Kedrick’s mental strength but rather his foolish mindset of distrusting magic.

Since Kedrick couldn’t even fathom the idea of being affected by magic, he fell for the trick so easily.

Thinking back to Kedrick writhing on the floor, leaking fluid from his rear after being taken down by a monster, Lewis’s throat went dry.

“…Count?”

“Oh, yes?”

“Why…”

Why are you looking at me like that? Kedrick almost said it but clamped his mouth shut. It felt like he shouldn’t say it.

His throat tightened. That intense, piercing blue gaze made his body heat up strangely.

‘…I must be going crazy.’

For a split second, he had the bizarre thought of wanting Lewis to suck on his chest. Kedrick was so appalled and disgusted with himself for even thinking it that he could hardly believe it.

“Anyway, let’s get to the point.”

Lewis stood in front of Kedrick with a bright smile, waving something in his hand.

“…What’s that?”

“You could call it a device invented by scientists using a magic crystal. For now, this is the fastest way to wake His Highness.”

“His Highness…?”

“Yep. And as long as you keep this inside you, you’ll be free to move around. Returning to the knights will have to wait until this is all sorted, but you can at least take walks around the temple.”

“While I was asleep… did the experiment finish or something?”

“You could say it’s about halfway done.”

Kedrick glared at the thing in Lewis’s hand.

It was small and round, coated in silver with strange grooves carved into it. If he had to compare it, it was a bit bigger than the marbles noble kids played with. It looked more like a toy than some fated object meant to save the crown prince.

And… put it inside him?

“…Do I just swallow it?”

“What? No way, Kedrick. Get up on the bed and spread your legs.”

* * *

“…W-Wait, Count…”

Lewis felt a thrill from the way Kedrick looked up at him. If he had rejected Malektor’s proposal back then, he never would’ve experienced this feeling.

To think that the proud, arrogant knight was already squirming, his body heating up, staring at him from the bed with that face. Where was the ferocious beast of a man now?

All that remained was a lewd, vulgar knight. It wouldn’t take long for this stoic guy to completely break.

“What did you just say?”

“You need to spread your legs so we can put this in, don’t you, Sir Rahnov?”

“Are you seriously saying that…?”

Kedrick looked up at him, dumbfounded, his lips twitching.

“Are you for real?”

“Would I joke about something that concerns His Highness’s life and death?”

At those words, an emotion Lewis could easily read flickered across Kedrick’s eyes. Lewis smiled even more gently.

“Of course, I understand your concerns.”

“…”

“But think about it, Sir. The longer we delay, the harder it is for His Highness.”

Handling Kedrick was easy. Use his blind loyalty. It was one of the traditional methods to control and manipulate the Rahnov family.

How ironic that someone like Lewis, who didn’t even carry royal blood, was talking to him like this. But Kedrick had no right to refuse.

“…Give it to me. I’ll do it myself.”

“That’ll be tough.”

“Better than dirtying your hands, Count.”

Kedrick, with a resolute expression, threw off the blanket. Wearing only underwear and a sheer slip, his large chest stood out even more. Every time his swollen nipples brushed against the gown, he tried to act unaffected, but his face grew tenser.

Lewis had to hold back a laugh. Acting all high and mighty, yet getting hard just thinking about putting something in his rear.

Lewis looked away, pretending not to notice.

“…Um.”

“Oh, I can’t step out, so please bear with me. If you actually swallowed this thing, I’d be in trouble.”

Before Kedrick could ask him to leave, Lewis cut in with a bright grin. Kedrick wanted to bite his tongue. But what could he do? This was all for His Highness.

Gritting his teeth, Kedrick pulled down his underwear. No way he could put it in with them on. Slightly relieved that Lewis was looking away, he reached down to his thighs. His thick, red-knuckled hands slid over his pale skin.

For a moment, he thought his skin seemed unnaturally white, but he shook his head. Must be his imagination.

Hesitating, he slowly parted himself with his hands.

“…Ugh…”

Bending forward, his spread thighs trembled. Trying to slip a finger in while curled up in an awkward position, he soon gave up with a sigh. He realized it’d be too hard to do alone. But asking Lewis?

He’d rather die. Stabbing a knife into his own chest would be easier.

For some reason, every time he looked at Lewis, his chest and lower parts tingled and burned. His rock-hard erection, pressed tight against his stomach, had never felt so humiliating.

“Phew…”

Kedrick told himself he was only aroused because this was his first time doing something so indecent in front of someone else. But he didn’t know.

His chest and rear, already conditioned by tentacles and human touch, were craving more pleasure. His throat was parched, his eyes dry.

Flipping over, he lay face-down on the bed, reaching back to fumble with his rear.

Suppressing his shame, he pushed one finger into the tight space.

“Ugh…”

The sensation of his thick finger sliding against the inner walls was overwhelmingly unfamiliar. Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow familiar. Like something even thicker had torn through him, delivering intense pleasure…

‘What’s wrong with me?’

That strange sense of déjà vu kept creeping up, so Kedrick decided to stop thinking altogether.

Glancing back briefly before giving up, he buried his face in the blanket, rubbing his inner walls with his finger to loosen them. It hurt. It hurt, but he wanted to push in more fingers. He knew it’d only bring pain, yet he wanted it.

His jaw trembled as he clenched his teeth, cold sweat dripping down his cheek.

Something was definitely wrong. Those damn scientists and mages must’ve done something weird to his body. But aside from feeling a bit tired, his physical condition seemed fine.

Careful not to scrape the inner walls with his nails, always kept short for swordsmanship, he sighed. He should’ve asked for some lubricant, but his pride wouldn’t let him call Lewis now.

Glancing at the count, who was still looking away, Kedrick buried his face back in the blanket, grunting as he moved his finger. No way could he fit that thing in with just this much.

He’d thought it was a small, toy-like marble, but now that he was about to put it inside, it looked huge and grotesque. It made his skin crawl.

“…Ugh…”

With a reluctant expression, Kedrick pushed in another finger. The sharp, tearing pain hit him instantly. It was more intense than any training he’d ever endured. No matter how much of a warrior he was, no one could train their insides.

Panting, he cursed his unnecessarily thick fingers while raising his hips on the bed.

But pain was just pain. He was a knight, sworn to serve the emperor. For the crown prince, who carried the royal blood, he’d sworn to endure worse than this. Forcing himself open, he pushed in a third finger.

“…Ugh, ngh… ah…”

His face flushed red with pain, he rubbed it frantically against the blanket. Biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, he couldn’t move his fingers anymore, only letting out ragged breaths.

Of course. Even if his body remembered forgotten pleasures, the current Kedrick knew nothing. He wasn’t ignorant about sex, but he’d always thought swinging a sword a thousand times was better than wasting time on it.

He’d never been with anyone, nor did he know he needed to take time to loosen himself. At that moment, Lewis turned to look at him.

“You okay?”

“…Don’t… look…!”