KPG | Chapter 2.2

Repeating scattered, desperate words, Kedrick couldn’t block Lewis’s gaze or pull out his fingers. His tightly clenched insides gripped his fingers, refusing to let go.

Forcing them out might make him bleed. Pale with pain and shame, he shook his head, growling in a low, beastly voice.

“Don’t look… please, don’t look…”

“I could help you a bit…”

“No… need…”

Lewis looked down at the trembling man on the bed, licking his lower lip. What kind of face would Kedrick make if he shoved himself into that throat and thrust?

But with Kedrick neither restrained nor brainwashed, Lewis valued his own life too much to try. Smacking his lips, he slowly stroked Kedrick’s firm, fleshy rear.

“…You…!”

“I’ll help you, Sir Kedrick. Don’t make that face.”

“Don’t… make… sounds…”

“You’re in pain because you’re forcing it in. Here, take a deep breath… good.”

Lewis pulled a small bottle from his pocket. Popping the cap, he tilted it over Kedrick’s bare body. Clear, sticky liquid flowed down his lower back, seeping into the crevice of his rear.

Every time the cold, slick fluid touched the tight space where his fingers were, Kedrick’s body twitched and trembled.

“…W-What… is this…?”

“Now, move your fingers slowly…”

“It’s… weird… ngh…”

Lewis grabbed Kedrick’s wrist, guiding it slowly. The thick fingers, which had been roughly prodding, now slid with wet, sticky sounds.

Ignoring Kedrick’s trembling, overheated body, Lewis whispered in a soft, almost parental tone.

“You’re doing great, Kedrick. Now, pull out and…”

Lewis opened another bottle, pouring more liquid from Kedrick’s wrist downward. His rear quivered. The flawless, muscular body’s tremors were almost too pleasing to watch.

“Ah, it’s…”

“Just painful?”

“What… are you saying…?”

Lewis leaned close to Kedrick’s ear. Kedrick visibly flinched.

“Doesn’t it tickle, Kedrick? Didn’t you think about how good it’d feel to have your insides messed up? So desperate, shoving fingers into an unprepared hole, looking up at me with that seductive face.”

Hot breath and shockingly filthy words poured into Kedrick’s ear. Every time Lewis spoke, the scent of hedonism made Kedrick’s body tremble.

“You wanted me to suck on your chest, didn’t you? I know everything. Always acting noble and innocent, head held high, but I’ve heard rumors you have orgies with other knights every night.”

“What… that’s ridiculous…!”

Kedrick froze, his body tensing up as he flinched, unable to say a word. The taut muscles of his neck and the sweat dripping down below stood out.

Without sparing him any mercy, Lewis roughly pressed Kedrick’s wrist, forcing his fingers deep inside all at once. His neatly trimmed nails scraped the inner walls as they dug in to the hilt.

Grimacing in pain, Kedrick stifled a scream, burying his face in the bed sheets. Even his ears were flushed bright red.

But what humiliated him most wasn’t Lewis’s filthy words or the act of prodding his insides with his fingers. It was the fleeting moment of pleasure he felt amidst the pain.

Lewis had to hold back a laugh at the sight of the man rubbing his face into the blanket, desperately suppressing his moans.

Pressing down hard on Kedrick’s waist, Lewis forced him to raise his hips even higher.

“Crying so vulgarly.”

“Ugh, ngh… you…!”

But when Lewis slapped his rear hard, Kedrick forgot whatever he was about to say, clenching his teeth and panting heavily. Lewis recalled the look in Malektor Tessonne’s eyes at that moment.

The way he gazed down at Kedrick, drenched in all sorts of fluids, abandoned on the floor, his ripe, pomegranate-red eyes dripping with intensity. It was the expression of a gourmet watching a dish being perfected, enduring extreme hunger without touching it.

Malektor hadn’t laid a hand on the monster-ravaged Kedrick.

Even though Lewis’s lower belly tingled with the urge to ravage the vulgar, big-chested man right then and there, Malektor had just stared, unmoving, before smiling brightly and suggesting they erase his memories.

“Shouldn’t have taken that guy’s hand, huh? This is all…”

“Ngh…”

“Because you’re so damn lewd. Right?”

Kedrick wanted to snap back that it was nonsense, but Lewis forcibly pulled his hand out, leaving Kedrick to clench his abdomen and exhale sharply, unable to do anything else.

Before the twitching hole could close, Lewis held up the round, marble-like object. This, too, was a gift from Malektor Tessonne.

“Why do you act so tempting? Why do you walk around with your head held high, acting all noble? Huh? I’ve got this habit—when I see that, I want to break it and make you kneel before me.”

“Lou…is… Count!”

Kedrick couldn’t hold back and lifted his head, but his eyes widened at the sensation of something pushing inside him. The round, marble-like object slid deep into his body, settling as if it had always belonged there.

As Kedrick shook his head, struggling to adjust to the cold, metallic feel, Lewis straightened up. Grabbing a fistful of Kedrick’s hair, he yanked his head back, forcing him to look up.

Staring into his pain- and pleasure-twisted eyes, Lewis planted a small kiss on his brow.

“See you later, Sir Kedrick Rahnov…”

Lewis let out a deliberate laugh as he left the room. Even after he was gone, Kedrick remained curled up on the bed for a long while, struggling to steady his breathing. It wasn’t because of anger.

Every time intense emotions surged, his inner walls contracted, gripping the object inside him tightly, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through him. If the pleasure had burst out like it was taming his body, that might’ve been better.

But the teasing, intermittent jolts of ecstasy only drove him crazier.

It was certain. Someone had definitely tampered with his body. Otherwise, how could he feel pleasure from such a filthy place? This was supposed to be an organ for expelling, not for taking things in.

Barely swallowing, Kedrick wiped the cold sweat dripping from his neck and slowly got up. His painfully erect member leaked precum, ready to burst any second, but he stubbornly held it back.

The mocking face of Count Lewis looking down at him was vivid in his mind. But what would confronting him now change? It would only delay waking the crown prince from his sickbed.

Kedrick’s noble convictions weren’t so fragile as to crumble over something like this. No matter how much Lewis looked down on him, his loyalty to the crown prince and the emperor remained unshakable.

Staring quietly at the mirror in the room, he composed his expression. As his lower body gradually cooled and became easier to move, he opened the door and stepped outside.

He needed to clear his head some more.

* * *

Kedrick gave a slight nod back to the priest who lightly bowed as he passed by. He strolled down a corridor made of neatly polished stone, stepping out into the temple’s garden.

For some reason, it felt like he’d been trapped underground for ages. The man took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air.

Maybe because it was part of the temple, the garden was smaller and simpler than the royal one, but the air felt so much cleaner.

He traced his fingers along the overly vivid grain of a wooden pillar.

But then…

“Why does it keep…”

Why did that filthy-blooded Malektor Tessonne’s face keep popping into his head?

Malektor Tessonne. A commoner who clawed his way to nobility with money, a man who didn’t know the meaning of shame.

Those crimson eyes of his felt so disgustingly vivid to Kedrick. The smooth, taut skin, the refined, almost pretty face—none of it should’ve been off-putting, but because it was that guy, it made his skin crawl.

Truth be told, Kedrick hadn’t always been consumed by this kind of loathing. No matter how dirty a commoner’s roots, a noble was a noble.

Kedrick, who’d always been at the forefront of discrimination through the class system, hadn’t initially planned to despise Malektor for becoming a noble.

But it all started with him.

“Greetings, Sir Rahnov. I’ve only ever seen you from afar, so meeting you like this is truly an honor.”

“You’re… that ‘Tessonne,’ aren’t you?”

“I’m flattered you recognize me.”

“Fine. Step aside, I’m in a hurry…”

“Guess being a bastard makes you quick-witted and sharp, huh?”

Even as Kedrick’s face hardened, Malektor let out an ecstatic laugh.

“What did you just say…?”

“Oh, my. Was the fact that you’re the former Viscount Rahnov’s bastard supposed to be a secret?”

“How do you know that…!”

“You blabbed about it yourself, didn’t you? Oh, don’t remember? Of course you wouldn’t! …It was such a long time ago…”

“If you don’t watch that mouth of yours, I’ll—”

“Poor thing. A knight so buried in inferiority, hiding his past while leading the charge to discriminate against others…”

Malektor only got that far before Kedrick snapped. When he came to, he was pummeling the guy, and for that, he got a short suspension.

Normally, an assault between nobles would’ve been harshly punished, but this was Kedrick Rahnov, and the other guy was just a money-rich fake noble from commoner stock. It was obvious whose side the nobles would take.

After that, even when Malektor became the vice-commander of the Akaman Knights, Kedrick couldn’t stop itching to make his life miserable. It was plain as day to anyone watching, but most people just hushed it up.

They probably figured Kedrick hated Malektor because he wasn’t a “real noble” but a “fake” one.

How did he even know about the bastard thing? How did he figure out Kedrick was driven by inferiority?

And that line about Kedrick spilling it himself—it grated on him. Kedrick had never, ever, bared his shameful secrets to anyone.

“…Don’t let it get to you.”

The reason that smug face kept flashing in his mind was probably because he knew if Malektor caught wind of this mess, it wouldn’t end easily. The guy would latch onto any weakness and tear into it, no doubt.

That slick, sneering grin would chip away at Kedrick’s pride and corner him.

Just thinking about it made him nauseous. He let out a sigh, slowly rubbing his face.

Kedrick wandered deeper into the garden.

Come to think of it, nothing had gone smoothly since Malektor showed up.

Fewer people were applying to join the Lexion Knights, and most were flocking to the Akaman Knights instead. The crown prince collapsed, and now he was locked in a cage with something weird stuck up his rear.

Kedrick was starting to suspect that guy was behind all of it.

As he reached a secluded part of the garden, he noticed areas that hadn’t been maintained. Fiddling with the rough, jutting branches, Kedrick wondered if he should do some training.

He wasn’t getting out of here until this mess was sorted anyway. He didn’t know what kind of feelings Lewis had to be spouting that nonsense, but surely he’d at least grant a request for a sword to train with.

Kedrick hadn’t even considered the idea that Lewis might be lusting after him.

Meow—

Lost in thought, Kedrick looked up at the sound of a cat.

It was too big to be a kitten but too fluffy and small to be a full-grown cat—a half-grown little thing, mewling away.

Kedrick didn’t like animals. To him, they felt like monsters that tricked people. They were furry, couldn’t speak human language—weren’t they similar? But despite that, he also despised people who hurt weak creatures like them.

Mew…

Another cat’s cry came from the other side of the wall Kedrick was leaning against. It sounded like a mother cat.