NCTS Ch 3

“With these forearms, if you squeezed my head, it would crush in an instant, wouldn’t it?”

Acheron’s closed eyes snapped open.

‘What?’

Leaning back against the railing, Acheron straightened his head. He could only glare down at Lucius with a menacing expression, his eyes piercing through the steam with vivid clarity.

Was he mocking him, or had he lost his mind? Shocked by the outrageous words, Acheron fixed Lucius with a fierce stare. Meeting those chillingly bright blue eyes, Lucius continued speaking with ease.

“Your hands are large and rough…”

As he spoke, Lucius’s hand moved from Acheron’s forearm to toy with his hand. Acheron held his breath. He couldn’t help but slightly furrow his brow as he watched the delicate, porcelain-like hand, marked with red imprints, touch his own, which seemed gruesome in comparison. His rugged hand had cracked nails and calloused palms, white and hardened.

A hand so unsightly it couldn’t even be compared.

Acheron’s face subtly hardened, but Lucius, seemingly unaware of his reaction, casually kneaded his hand as if it were a toy.

“How many people have you killed with this hand?”

At those words, Acheron’s face froze like ice.

Lucius slowly raised his head. His amethyst eyes, glowing softly like Venus, met the cold navy-blue gaze. The face of a man who had witnessed and borne the weight of countless deaths sank into a grim expression. He glared at Lucius with a reproachful look, as if scolding him.

Death… was that something this child could so easily speak of?

In that moment, he saw splashes of red blood scattering before his eyes.

Recalling the horrific yet glorious days of his past, which he hadn’t let go of even after seven years, Acheron slowly blinked. The cruel screams echoing in his ears were the chains of guilt that had tormented him all this time.

Lucius’s words were more than enough to unsettle him.

What right did someone who had never wielded a sword have to say such things to him?

In that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

“It fits in one hand, doesn’t it?”

A clear voice settled in his ears.

Acheron, burning with cold rage, was startled by the soft, smooth sensation on his palm, his eyes widening in shock.

“…!”

In that instant, their gazes collided in the air. It was as if a tiny spark of lightning flickered and vanished through the misty steam.

Lucius, pulling Acheron’s wrist and guiding his hands to his neck, gave him a faint smile. Facing Lucius, who elegantly blinked, Acheron held his breath. Staring at his own hands covering Lucius’s delicate, deer-like neck, he heard his heart plummet. Though submerged in hot water, his blood seemed to cool, and though in the humid bath, his mouth felt parched.

He recalled the hand that had turned red and bruised with just a grip.

That slender neck, if twisted even slightly, would snap like sugarcane, spilling its sap in ruin.

“…Strange.”

But why was Lucius so calm?

Lucius, who had surrendered his neck to Acheron’s hands, looked so fragile that Acheron felt a pang of fear, yet Lucius remained composed. Meeting Acheron’s trembling blue eyes, Lucius, with his neck helplessly in Acheron’s grasp, continued speaking languidly.

“It feels strange…”

His moist, pale pink lips moved, uttering humid words. That languid, murmuring voice lingered in Acheron’s ears, seeping into him.

It took Acheron a considerable amount of time to regain his senses.

Gritting his teeth, Acheron slapped Lucius’s hand away with a ferocious expression that would make anyone’s knees buckle. As Lucius staggered, letting out a faint laugh and looking up at him, Acheron’s face was already twisted in a menacing scowl.

The slave glared at his immature master with eyes filled with murderous intent.

“There’s a limit to toying with people.”

Suppressing his anger, Acheron spoke, and Lucius, twisting the corners of his pale pink lips into a smile, replied.

“Do you dislike holding me?”

The candlelight on the wall cast a faint amber glow, and under the starlight pouring from the ceiling, Lucius smiled softly.

Acheron’s breath grew hot with the sweet breath he felt on his skin. Lucius had somehow climbed onto Acheron’s lap, leaning into him.

Acheron trembled slightly as he looked at him.

“I’ll go first.”

A hoarse, cracked voice escaped.

Without waiting for permission, Acheron stood abruptly and left the bath. Water cascaded down his back like a waterfall.

Lucius gazed at the scarred back with an enigmatic look. Watching Acheron stride quickly out of the bath, Lucius observed him with an inscrutable expression.

His amethyst eyes reflected the body flushed red from the hot water.

Wrapping his reddened body in a towel from a basket on the floor, Acheron let out a deep breath and clenched his teeth again.

‘Filthy harlot.’

Though he hadn’t submerged his forehead, it burned as if a kettle placed on it would boil. His heart seethed with displeasure and anger. To control it, he hurried toward the bath’s door, intent on escaping the situation.

But he couldn’t fulfill his intention.

“Acheron, why did you choose that name?”

The clear voice from behind forced Acheron to halt.

The strength drained from the hand about to push open the door. The words pierced his heart like a dagger. He stood like a statue before the door, silent for a long time, while Lucius watched him patiently, waiting for a response.

“It’s likely a stage name for a gladiator.”

Lucius, brushing back his wet, lengthened blonde hair to reveal his forehead, whispered.

After a long silence, Acheron finally spoke.

“Because of sorrow.”

He spoke without turning.

“Because of too much grief.”

Like a leaf settling on water, Lucius’s gaze softly landed on Acheron’s back.

“It was unbearable.”

Acheron turned to look at Lucius.

The sweet smile that had lingered on Lucius’s lips was gone, washed away completely.

The Mediterranean summer night was cool.

It was now nighttime. Acheron stood silently before the wide-open window, gazing at the sky. A cool breeze flowed. Listening to the rustling of apple tree leaves, Acheron looked at the indigo sky with calm eyes.

Gazing at the chariot of Venus rising in the sky, Acheron turned his head with a composed expression.

A star resembling his young master’s eyes.

In that moment, a languid voice brushed past his ears.

‘When the moon rises overhead, come find me…’

Speaking in that languid voice, Lucius had sunk deeply into the bath and closed his eyes. Pushing away the image of the youth’s flushed cheeks, Acheron turned his rigid, unmoving body and left the room.

White moonlight poured onto the back of the man opening the door.

Acheron was the name of the river encircling the underworld.

The river of sorrow, where those who crossed wept. He had chosen it as his new name because, at the time, Acheron was consumed by pain that surpassed even rage.

‘Germanicus. I trust you.’

The man’s face, walking through the dim corridor, was enveloped in calm. Beneath the indigo sky studded with a crescent moon casting faint light, the apple trees rustled in the sea breeze, making a cool sound.

The phantoms of the past, emboldened by the dreamlike haze of night, scattered before his eyes again. In that moment, Acheron’s face twisted as he swallowed the overwhelming grief of his name once more.

‘Sometimes, you can understand a heart without asking many questions.’

The glory of a radiant past and the tarnished honor all resided in one place.

‘You were my finest rival, dear enemy.’

The memories of that horrific day.

‘May we one day meet again to clink glasses.’

He recalled the thousands of times he had wished and prayed to return, to undo it.

‘But we cannot go back.’

Acheron was not a foolish fanatic hoping for miracles.

Because he was not foolish, he could only despair.

‘Dear friend.’

Holding a lantern, Acheron walked calmly through the long corridor. His eyes, gazing silently into the darkness, reached toward a day beyond memory.

Passing a fountain that splashed into a pond with a clear sound, Acheron finally entered the atrium, lined with rooms, adorned with blue murals, white marble, and gold-crafted decorations.

With a heavy, clear sound, his steps echoed on the marble floor. Unlike the lunchtime filled with the fresh scent of the garden, the night atrium was permeated with an unnamed fragrance mixed with myrrh, assaulting Acheron’s senses from the moment he entered.

An indescribably alluring scent.

Crossing|Crossing the pond at the center of the atrium, Acheron stood before a room draped with delicate fabrics.

Without words, Acheron seemed to know where Lucius was.

The room, from which a soft fragrance wafted, was in the center, elevated half a level by stairs, unlike the others.

Lifting the indigo curtain, Acheron entered the room where his master resided. The moment he parted the canopy, a captivating myrrh scent teased his nose. The subtle fragrance, mingling with the moist, dewy breeze from the window, gently softened Acheron’s heart.

Entering the room, Acheron first thought the breeze brushing his forehead was refreshing.

He raised his head and silently gazed at the face of the youth in the room.

In the center of the room was Lucius.

A young blonde man sat on a long bed by a small window, calmly reading a book, not sparing Acheron a glance. The dim light of the lantern mingled with moonlight, casting a chaotic glow on his pale face, transforming his beauty into something captivating.

Acheron, waiting silently for words, received a response only after considerable time.

“You came?”

At the soft voice, Acheron nodded as if entranced. Lucius turned his head, his eyes, especially captivating at night, sparkling as he looked at him.

A low groan escaped Acheron’s throat.

Lucius, staring briefly at the man’s pale face, soon let out a faint smile and rose from the bed.

Under the ivory moonlight, the youth’s smile scattered like morning mist over a lake. Beneath a single thin tunic were long, cool legs. Legs so fair and slender they seemed unlike a man’s, rare even for a woman.

In that moment, Acheron heard the soft sound of fabric brushing against even smoother skin. Staring on the white tunic caught on the delicate ankle, he had to hold his breath.

A voice as soft as moonlight resonated in Acheron’s ears.

“Do you think my body is lacking?”

“….”

Acheron couldn’t tear his gaze from the body faintly glowing in the moonlight. His Adam’s apple trembled subtly. The marble-carved, subtle body felt different from what he had seen in the bath.

His gaze slowly descended from top to bottom.

Lucius watched Acheron appraising his body for a moment, then opened his lips.

“You can’t take your eyes off me.”

“….”

“Am I beautiful?”

It was only when the scent of myrrh brushed his nose that Acheron realized Lucius was now standing right before him.

To Acheron, who let out a groan, Lucius whispered in a gentle voice.

“Kiss me, Acheron.”

At those words, Acheron acted as if bewitched.

In that moment, Acheron seized Lucius’s cheeks and pulled him close. As Lucius’s heels lifted off the floor, his stumbling body fell into a strong embrace.

When a thick tongue probed his lips, Lucius let out a cat-like sound, twisting his body. Acheron, supporting the collapsing body with strong arms around his waist, roughly explored the small lips, moving his body. Lucius’s face, falling onto the bed with a thud, was softly tinged with pink, unlike the afternoon.

“Hold me, hold me… hold me roughly, Acheron…”

Acheron answered by roughly tearing off the tunic.

It was a contradictory heart.

He felt repulsion toward the one who approached him, swaying like a courtesan, yet he couldn’t deny being drawn to him. When Lucius gazed at him with eyes resembling the twilight sky, Acheron felt the urge to tear apart those small lips.

And in the end, Acheron succumbed to desire.

He chewed on Lucius’s lips, moving his hands. As his large hand twisted the soft flesh in his grip, a faint moan escaped.

“…Like heated copper.”

Moaning as if in pain, Lucius touched his body. Acheron, sucking on the long, elegant neck, exhaled roughly at the hands roaming his chest and abdomen, slightly furrowing his brow.

Lucius gazed at Acheron with a misty, entranced face, as if under a spell.

“How is your body so beautiful?”

Acheron didn’t respond to the foolish words.

“Ah, ugh.”

The pale skin was so delicate that every forceful suck left red welts. Entranced by the myrrh scent, Acheron slid his hand between the buttocks.

“Ah… wait, Acheron.”

Lucius whispered in a languid voice that melted the listener’s ears. Acheron’s eyes, pressed to his collarbone, glinted with a sharp light.

Grasping Acheron’s wrist with trembling hands, Lucius looked up at him with a frail, pleading face and continued.

“You need to use oil.”

His soft words were clearly meant to avoid upsetting Acheron.

“Show me mercy, Acheron.”

Acheron’s grim expression softened at those words. Lucius seemed to be trying to appease him, and Acheron regained his senses. Slowly withdrawing his hand from the pitiful grasp, Acheron spoke curtly.

“Where is it?”

Lucius swallowed and reached for a small glass bottle on the windowsill.

The moment the bottle’s stopper was removed, the sweet scent of rose oil brushed Acheron’s nose. Before Acheron, still maintaining his stoic expression, Lucius knelt on the bed, sliding his oil-slicked hand. Spreading his buttocks, his hand moved between the crevice, and a nasal moan followed.

Acheron leaned back, silently watching Lucius work his fingers. A wet sound lingered briefly, and Lucius’s pale face soon flushed red. Staring at the face tinged with a vibrant rosy hue, like wine diluted with water rather than water with wine, Acheron gradually hardened his expression.

“Ah… mm…”

Acheron’s breath grew increasingly ragged.

He tried to compose his crumbling expression, but it wasn’t easy. The youth’s faint moans mixed with the wet sounds.

It wasn’t the crude moans common in brothels. Lucius bit his lips, trying to suppress his moans, and the occasional sounds that slipped out were heavily restrained.

Yet those sounds lingered deeply in Acheron’s mind, leaving a profound echo.

Blood rushed to his head, and a heavy sensation grew in his lower abdomen. Listening to the faint, rapid breaths escaping the small lips, Acheron glared at Lucius with dark eyes, then let out a hollow laugh.

He reached out and pushed the flushed body down.

“Ah, Acheron?”

It seemed better to do it himself.

With that thought, Acheron pulled the slender wrist, flipping Lucius onto the bed. Lucius’s body easily collapsed onto the bed with a thud.

The moment his face hit the pillow, Lucius’s eyes widened, a puzzled expression crossing his face. But he didn’t resist, letting his body lie pliantly on the bed.

Climbing onto the bed, Acheron spread Lucius’s buttocks with his large hands.

“Ah…”

Lucius skillfully received the touch, rubbing his pressed thighs. Moaning with his face buried in the soft feather pillow.

A faint, nasal voice continued to escape.

“Ah, mm…”

Even on his lean body, the buttocks had soft, pliant flesh.

Spreading the tender flesh, Acheron could see the pale pink crevice, moist with oil. The slightly parted opening closed as soon as his gaze landed on it, concealing its secretive interior.

That delicate pink hole was better than Acheron had expected.

Small and soft-looking.

In that moment, impatience stirred in Acheron. He reached for the glistening, oiled spot, touching the closed opening.

“Ugh…”

The moment a thin moan escaped Lucius’s lips, a thick finger probed the narrow crevice.

“Ah, ugh…”

With the aid of oil, the finger entered the tiny hole. Acheron swallowed an exasperated sigh that escaped his lips.

‘How is this supposed to be pleasurable…’

It was small and tight.

Feeling an inexplicable urgency, Acheron moved the inserted finger, trying to soften the rigid inner walls.

Probing the small, slick hole, he maintained a stern expression.

It was so narrow it seemed unthinkable it belonged to a seasoned libertine. It felt tight enough to cause injury if forced.

The heated moment lingered for a while, and when the inner walls of the crevice were sufficiently moist, the thick finger slipped out with a soft sound. The pink flesh clung to it. The pale buttocks trembled faintly. Parts of Lucius’s body, once devoid of any color, had begun to flush subtly with pink.

Panting, Acheron absentmindedly pressed the soft, almost melting flesh of the buttocks with his hand, checking the opening. From the distorted, shapeless hole, transparent fluid welled up and spilled over.

Acheron’s body froze for a moment, and Lucius’s delicate voice echoed through the room.

“Why do you keep looking?”

When Acheron instinctively raised his gaze, Lucius was looking at him with a face faintly tinged with shame. Clutching the white sheets tightly, his flushed face was buried in the pillow.

At the sight of that seemingly innocent face, Acheron had to stiffen the fingers that had been exploring the inner walls. Frozen, unable to speak, he let time slip by for a moment before letting out a hollow laugh.

‘Is this how it works?’

The innocent face, faintly revealing ecstasy, was enough to stir anyone’s heart at first glance. Pretending to be a pure, unknowing boy, the libertine twisted his body, pulling his face out from under the sheets.

Wiping his fingers on the sheet, Acheron gritted his teeth, suppressing a rough groan.

Only then did Lucius’s body, now flushed pink, catch his eye.

He knew it was an obvious tactic. He knew Lucius wasn’t someone who would be shy about such things. Acheron was all too aware that this was merely seduction.

Yet he couldn’t tear his gaze away, not at all.

Under the soft amber glow of the candlelight, that body looked particularly sensual. Carved from soft marble, it was beautifully proportioned, and unlike a statue, the tinted body exuded vitality.

Acheron couldn’t help but stare at that body, succumbing to the temptation and feeling a burning desire.

“Me too…”

Acheron snapped out of his reverie at the small voice in his ear and turned his head. He met Lucius’s gaze, the youth looking up at him with wet eyes.

The young man, with adorably flushed cheeks, stared at him with sparkling eyes.

Lucius whispered.

“Let me touch you too.”

And Acheron’s navy-blue eyes widened in shock.

“…!”

His muscles tensed visibly. His breath caught. A silken hand had touched a part of Acheron’s body.

Suddenly reaching out, Lucius had wrapped his soft hand around Acheron’s already engorged member.

With a single touch, that hand sent Acheron into a state of real turmoil, gently kneading his member.

In that moment, an indescribably soft sensation radiated from the tip.

Acheron’s body convulsed.

“I was prepared, but yours… it’s even bigger than I thought.”

The palm, which seemed never to have held a weapon, was incredibly soft. Acheron couldn’t endure the sensation of that soft hand rubbing his tip.

“Take… your hand off.”

As Acheron’s breath trembled and his face contorted, Lucius slipped his hand between Acheron’s thick thighs.

“No.”

Acheron’s unyielding body, which didn’t give even when pressed, was no different in this regard. His fully aroused member was as red as heated copper, showing no softness. Lucius gently caressed the shaft, which glistened with clear fluid, with a hand as delicate as a rippling spring.

“I won’t.”

Then, as usual, he moved his hand leisurely, continuing to speak with a relaxed demeanor.

“The veins are bulging, and it looks angry… yet it’s as hard as steel, like your body, and burning hot… Surely your seed isn’t this hot too?”

Acheron swallowed hard and repeated in a gritted voice.

“I said let go.”

Of course, Lucius didn’t listen.

“Hm, it’s overwhelming.”

A vein pulsed at Acheron’s temple, and his breathing grew ragged.

“It could’ve been a bit smaller… but it suits you, Acheron. It feels like it would show no mercy… just like the valiant you.”

“Now… ugh!”

“The tip is slightly curved, isn’t it? Acheron, you really plan to kill me.”

When Lucius lightly pressed the slit at the tip with his nail, Acheron’s body stiffened. Examining the monstrously large organ, which barely fit in his hand, Lucius wore a curious expression.

Clenching his teeth, Acheron spat out in a rough voice.

“Take your hand off, now.”

Veins stood out on Acheron’s forehead, and a growling voice followed.

“I said take your hand off, what are you…?”

Lucius truly didn’t listen.

“You…!”

A murderous glint flashed across his flushed face. Veins bulged on his neck, and his hands trembled.

Lucius had opened his small lips wide and taken the tip of the member into his mouth.

Acheron could only be stunned.

A Roman noble attempting an act even hetairai [courtesans] shunned?

Like a prostitute in a brothel selling her body for tokens, he was servicing a man with his mouth. Acheron panted at the sight of Lucius’s smiling face, his pink lips parted to engulf the member.

‘Fellatio?’

Lucius acted as if he were entirely unfamiliar with the concept of shame. A Roman citizen, who should never be penetrated, was now eagerly moving his lips, licking the member as if savoring a delicacy.

The sound of rustling sheets filled the air, and Acheron’s face gradually hardened.

Lucius’s face, as he diligently worked his mouth until his lips were wet, began to flush with fervor. Watching that face, which seemed to genuinely enjoy the act, Acheron, too, began to show impatience on his stern face.

In that moment, Acheron realized he didn’t prefer skilled courtesans.

‘Ah, damn it.’

Objectively, Lucius’s fellatio was terribly clumsy.

His mouth was small even for his frame, and his tongue, like a cat’s, was thin and small. Lucius was awkwardly licking only the tip of Acheron’s member, a teasing that was far too inadequate to satisfy desire.

Yet, astonishingly, Acheron was aroused by this childlike teasing.

It was for reasons beyond technical skill or physical stimulation.

Acheron felt exhilaration the moment he saw the innocent face of someone serving him.

To see that seemingly pure boy struggling to take the member into his throat was intensely stimulating. He was drawn to that innocent face. The sight of a guileless face flushed with heat was provocative.

In this situation, the clumsy tongue work only added to the pleasure, and the labored breathing only heightened the thrill.

Feeling self-loathing at this realization, Acheron trembled slightly.

Lucius’s face was now wet and sullied with sticky fluid. Repeatedly taking the glans into his mouth, only to pull back from the pain of his lips stretching, had caused the fluids from the member and his saliva to adorn his face.

“…Ugh.”

Acheron’s hand reached for Lucius’s round head. The blonde hair was soft and damp, and Acheron felt ecstasy stroking it.

“Haa!”

Lucius, gasping for breath as he released the member, had cheeks full of flush.

Panting through parted lips, he gazed longingly at the erect member before his nose, his submissive, dazed face making Acheron’s neck stiffen.

“My jaw hurts…”

Blinking with soft, pale pink lips pressed against the dripping member, Lucius seemed both like an innocent child who knew nothing and a seasoned brothel courtesan skilled at enchanting others.

Rubbing his wet face against the member, Lucius smiled faintly. When his lips curled slightly, Acheron’s face hardened menacingly. As Lucius opened his lips again and moved his head, Acheron let out a pained groan.

“St-stop.”

But Lucius didn’t listen, and Acheron let out another moan.

The fellatio continued.

Lucius’s mouth was hot, tight, and incredibly soft.

When he moved his lips, his rabbit-like teeth grazed the member, and Acheron, while fearing those small lips might choke or bite him, felt a strange satisfaction.

Staring at Lucius’s hazy eyes and face wet with saliva and precum, Acheron froze in that moment. As the thick blonde eyelashes fluttered, Acheron was suddenly overtaken by an intense impulse and moved his body.

A flash sparked in his navy-blue eyes.

His wandering hand suddenly reached for Lucius.

In the end, Acheron succumbed to pleasure.

“Mm?!”

His large hand covered Lucius’s ears, enveloping the small head, and pulled it. It was the moment Lucius’s eyes widened in surprise. The thick hand firmly gripped the small head, pulling it, and the engorged, veined member was thrust into the small mouth.

Gagging and choking, Lucius’s lips released as Acheron roughly unleashed his desire.

He shoved the member into Lucius’s mouth, shaking the small head.

A choking sound came from the small mouth. Painful, rasping noises followed, but Acheron showed no care for him.

Wet, gasping sounds burst forth repeatedly.

“Guh, ugh…”

Blood beaded at the corners of Lucius’s lips, which struggled to take the veined member. His flailing hands barely landed on Acheron’s thick thighs, scratching the tough skin but failing to leave a mark, slipping over it.

The hand pulled the head until coarse pubic hair brushed Lucius’s nose, and Lucius’s face contorted in pain.

When Acheron, using Lucius’s head to pleasure himself, looked down, Lucius was scratching his thighs with his nails, tears streaming as he choked. His unfocused eyes and struggling jaw dripped with viscous fluid—whether saliva or something else.

The slender neck revealed the outline of the member with each thrust, appearing and vanishing. Lucius trembled violently, clearly in distress.

By all reason, Acheron should have come to his senses, but strangely, the sight of Lucius in pain fueled an odd desire, and he panted heavily.

At some point, the hand fumbling at Acheron’s thigh went limp. Acheron realized Lucius’s tongue had gone slack.

And in that moment, Acheron felt an unparalleled, intense pleasure, ejaculating deep into the warm, sticky throat.

The sensation of releasing into the deep, warm, and viscous walls was indescribably ecstatic.

As his seed flowed into Lucius’s throat, Lucius trembled, hands resting on Acheron’s thighs. The softened member seemed to block his airway, and he coughed, unable to regain his senses for a while.

With tears clinging to his slightly upturned eyes, he remained dazed, the member still in his mouth, trembling.

Savoring the afterglow for a moment, Acheron only realized Lucius’s state after some time. Releasing the head he had gripped tightly, Acheron swallowed dryly.

As the member slipped from Lucius’s mouth, a gush of clear fluid spilled from it.

Gasping moans followed.

“Hic… hic.”

The slave, meant to serve the master’s pleasure, had instead poured pleasure onto the master’s body. Lucius, who had teased him with a languid demeanor, had lost all his usual composure, his face a tear-streaked mess. Gasping and shedding tears, he looked like someone utterly ravaged. His splendid blonde hair was disheveled, and red handprints marked his cheeks.

Facing him, Acheron could only bite his tongue.

A frozen silence lingered for a moment.

“Haa, haa…”

Kneeling on the bed, panting heavily, Lucius wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand and blinked. Slowly raising his head, he looked up at Acheron. The moment Acheron met those twilight-like amethyst eyes, he couldn’t help but hold his breath.

As those enchanting eyes curved, he felt his soul being drawn in.

Acheron was overwhelmed with bewilderment.

Why was he smiling now?

“…It hurts.”

Touching the blood-beaded corner of his mouth, Lucius murmured. Acheron’s stern gaze swept over him. Frowning slightly, Lucius licked the blood on his finger and let out a slow sigh.

“More… will you hurt me more, Acheron? It was harder than I expected, but this feels incredibly good.”

Lucius smiled brightly at Acheron through tear-filled eyes, and Acheron could no longer ignore the commands of his member. Overwhelmed by a head-splitting sensation, he reached for Lucius’s body.

“Agh!”

The thick man’s body pinned Lucius to the bed.

A faint moan escaped from beneath him. Grabbing the slender ankles and roughly spreading them, Acheron positioned himself between them. Lucius didn’t stop him, trembling slightly.

A rough hand parted the pale buttocks, exposing Lucius’s shameful parts to the air. A moan laced with curses burst forth. The pink crevice, dripping with saliva and oil, tempted the man.

Acheron wanted to thrust his member into that hole immediately. He wanted to taste the soft flesh. But his body, poised for insertion, suddenly froze and didn’t move.

In that moment, a languid voice flowed from Lucius’s lips.

“Come inside me.”

But Acheron couldn’t move.

‘How?’

The size difference between Acheron, larger than most grown men, and Lucius, barely an adult, was even more pronounced in bed. The member pressed against the buttocks seemed impossible to fit inside Lucius. The small hole was closed, and even the relatively fleshy buttocks and thighs looked like toys compared to the member.

‘Can it even go in?’

The erect member, dripping fluid at the navel, twitched, but Acheron hesitated, unable to move.

“…Hurry, Acheron.”

But Lucius acted as if unaware of his hesitation. Spreading his legs to brazenly expose his private parts, he whined like a child begging for candy.

“I want to hold you inside me soon…”

The pleading eyes of the petulant youth enveloped Acheron.

“Go on.”

The voice was moist, and in that moment, Acheron felt dizzy.

“Put yourself inside me.”

The water-like amethyst eyes were pitiful, like those of a parched man.

“…Will you torment me like this?”

A soft, white hand slid down the strong chest, red as heated copper. The moment the silken touch grazed beneath his ribs, Acheron cast aside all semblance of decency.

“Ach… ugh!”

You started this!

Acheron glared at him with bloodshot eyes. His large hand seized Lucius’s slender ankle. Spreading the moaning Lucius’s ankles wide, he thrust his member into the beautifully sculpted buttocks.

Like a beast instinctively finding its mate, Acheron attempted insertion while staring into Lucius’s eyes.

His ocean-blue navy eyes blazed like a furnace. The amethyst eyes met his, blinking as if entranced. Acheron’s heart slowly sank beneath the surface.

It was the eye of Ishtar.

He recalled the name of the foreign goddess said to steal a man’s soul with a glance. Entranced, Acheron lowered his head, seeking the lips that let out pained moans.

As their lips met, Lucius, who had been writhing in pain, wrapped his arms around Acheron’s neck and silently shed tears.

The moment their skin collided, Acheron poured a long, deep breath into Lucius, twisting the corner of his lips. Facing the faint pain flickering across Lucius’s relaxed face, Acheron struggled to cling to the fraying thread of reason.

Slowly, so as not to kill him.

But despite Acheron’s care, Lucius ultimately writhed.

“Ah… guh!”

The trembling body was pitiful, but Acheron didn’t stop the insertion.

Pinning the writhing body by holding both wrists, Acheron licked Lucius’s tear-streaked cheeks. He thought it strange that those cheeks didn’t taste sweet.

The hot inner walls gripped the member tightly, as if to sever it, and Acheron was scraping the depths of his patience. He felt the urge to thrust his member fully into the small buttocks, but the faint sound of Lucius’s fragile breathing barely restrained him.

‘Damn it…’

Lowering his head, he saw the faint bulge at the end of Lucius’s flat stomach. Coughing painfully, Lucius trembled pitifully. Staring at that corpse-pale, sweat-drenched face, Acheron felt a sudden pang of fear.

His face hardening with tension, Acheron whispered in a low, hoarse voice.

“…Relax.”

But Lucius, as if deaf to his words, only shed clear tears from his eyes.

His intermittent trembling made him seem on the verge of death. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Acheron let out a long, low groan.

“…Hoo.”

The partially inserted member was unbearably painful. The entrance was so narrow it felt like a needle’s eye, and Acheron felt only pain, not pleasure.

‘Damn it, damn it…’

Cursing inwardly, Acheron resented Lucius. His master was too small and frail, and Acheron felt defeated by that delicate body. Glaring at Lucius, who gasped as if suffocating, Acheron clenched his teeth at the sudden surge of anger.

‘What did you think you could do with this body?’

For a moment, he found Lucius’s greed absurd.

‘A body that can’t even handle insertion—did you think you could serve me at night?’

Lucius didn’t know his place. He shouldn’t have even attempted something he couldn’t take responsibility for. Having seduced Acheron with all sorts of coquetry, only to sob like someone on the verge of death, Lucius could only be met with Acheron’s furious gaze.

Though he hesitated briefly out of fear, Acheron ultimately moved his body. A choking sound escaped, and a little time passed.

When the member was finally fully inserted, Acheron let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his tension. But that relief was short-lived. Lowering his head, Acheron was shocked to find Lucius with white foam spilling from his lips.

‘Oh, no…!’

When Acheron hurriedly slipped his fingers between Lucius’s parted lips, his tongue was already curled back, blocking his airway. Pressing the soft root of the tongue to clear the passage, Acheron, with a contorted face, checked Lucius’s breathing.

A gasping breath, like that of someone who had sprinted at full speed, came from his mouth. Staring at Lucius’s bloodless, pale face, Acheron groaned at the inner walls clenching his member.

At a loss, he stood frozen.

After a little time, Lucius regained consciousness. He looked up at Acheron with refocused eyes, dazed, then let out a faint smile and shook his head.

Acheron didn’t know what that meant, but in that moment, he acted instinctively. As if entranced, he pressed his lips to the burning, feverish forehead. Kissing the sweat-soaked skin, Acheron let out a suppressed sigh.

Panting with dizziness, Acheron gazed at Lucius with dark eyes. Lucius looked back at him weakly, blinking.

At some point, the slow thrusting began.

The pain in his member gradually lessened over time, but Acheron, at a loss for what to do with his increasingly heated body, exhaled hot breaths.

Lucius’s interior was excruciatingly tight, gripping Acheron’s member painfully, and that stimulation was enough to drive Acheron mad. Amid the pleasure mixed with pain, Acheron had to suppress the urge to thrust like a dog over him.

“…Just a little.”

A rough, hoarse voice. Barely clinging to reason, Acheron brushed the wet hair from Lucius’s forehead and whispered.

“Just relax a little.”

At the cracked voice, Lucius, seeming to regain his senses, nodded slightly and looked up at him. Meeting those hazy eyes, Acheron stiffened his body for a moment, then clenched his teeth.

The member was almost buried in the small body, and Lucius’s flat stomach bulged visibly. From the prominent outline, Acheron could imagine his pain.

He must be experiencing agony as if his body were being torn in two. It was undoubtedly immense pain, yet Acheron couldn’t understand why Lucius had sought this out.

Facing Acheron’s furrowed brow, Lucius, at that moment, slightly lifted the corners of his lips, letting out a strained smile.

“…No need to hold back, Acheron.”

And then came the faint, scattered words.

Acheron couldn’t help but hold his breath.

“Do with me as you wish.”

A laughter like a breeze rustled in his ears. The laugh was clearly weak, but Acheron felt dizzy the moment he heard that faint sound. Suddenly, Lucius reached out, wrapping both arms around Acheron’s neck.

Embracing Acheron’s neck, Lucius raised his upper body, lightly rubbing his lips against Acheron’s strong jaw and bursting into laughter. With a faint smile on his tear-streaked face, he looked at Acheron with sweet eyes.

Because he raised his body, Lucius’s buttocks pressed even closer to Acheron’s thighs. The member was buried deeper, surely causing more pain, yet despite his pale face that looked on the verge of death, he didn’t stop speaking.

“Even if you kill me… do as you please.”

Acheron finally lost his reason.

Letting out a boiling sound, Acheron moved his body.

Engulfed in a flame of anger or something else, Acheron thrust his member into the small buttocks.

“Haa!”

Grabbing Lucius’s shoulders and pinning him to the bed, Acheron moved his heavy body. His solid thighs pressed forcefully against Lucius’s buttocks, and the blazing column invaded Lucius’s interior.

“Ah, it hurts!”

Lucius’s body convulsed.

“Ah, agh!”

A scream erupted, and a fragrance, like that of a blooming rose, filled the room. It came from the sweet oil flowing between the buttocks.

“Ugh, ah!”

Pressing the trembling chest with his iron-hard chest, Acheron licked Lucius’s cheek, which seemed to carry the scent of milk. A faint moan came first, followed by a pained sound spilling from his lips.

“Ah, Ache… agh!”

“Huk, hrrk…”

At some point, Acheron stopped thinking entirely, simply moving his hips.

The inserted interior was intensely hot and slick, caressing the member with a melting sweetness.

He couldn’t regain his reason.

‘Damn it.’

His hot breath came out roughly, but curses were forced back down his throat.

The intercourse grew riper, producing thick sounds, and the fragile body crumpled. The member violated the deepest parts, eliciting brutal sounds each time it was buried in the buttocks.

“Ah, haa…”

The thin legs dangled like scraps of paper, and a faint breath came from Lucius’s mouth. As the flesh walls tightly gripped and caressed the member, Acheron, with a ferocious glint in his eyes, surrendered his body to desire.

‘This is what you started.’

Creak, creak. The bed groaned loudly, as if it might break.

Between Lucius’s parted lips, a slack tongue was visible among his white teeth. He mumbled something, but Acheron couldn’t make out exactly what he said. Those words became entirely incomprehensible as Acheron lowered his head, pressing his lips to Lucius’s.

“…Ah… mm…”

Acheron bit and sucked the panting lips as if to devour them, deeply drawing in the tongue. His thick tongue ravaged the small one, brushing the hard palate, rubbing the inside of the molars, and attempting to invade the throat.

The kiss lingered long, ending only when Lucius, suffocating, trembled and showed the whites of his eyes.

Acheron, with ravenous eyes, glanced at Lucius’s pale face, then withdrew his lips, glaring at him with dissatisfaction for a moment.

Lucius, with unfocused eyes wide open, silently shed streams of tears. Trembling like a delicate bird, he let out small, pitiful moans.

‘…This.’

Pitiful, so pitiful.

Looking at Lucius, who seemed on the verge of passing out, Acheron felt conflicting emotions. A flicker of panic crossed the stoic man’s face. Acheron realized he felt both deep pity for the young man and a desire to torment him further, leaving him in a state of bewilderment.

A hoarse, strained voice mingled with his breathing.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Wiping the face that had lost its noble dignity, he let out a growling breath.

Lucius gave no answer.

It was something Acheron hadn’t even expected.

Looking at him with dark eyes, Acheron let out a sneer. He moved his hips again, and Lucius fluttered like a sheet of paper.

Acheron slowly withdrew half his member, then roughly thrust it back in, making Lucius’s body jolt. It was a forceful thrust, as if he wanted to shove his entire being into Lucius. Sucking the lips of the half-conscious Lucius, Acheron continued the deep, intense intercourse.

“…Hrk.”

With deep thrusts, his testicles and thick thighs slapped against Lucius’s wet buttocks. The buttocks, once white and soft like Lucius’s eyes, were now flushed bright red, with no trace of white remaining.

All that came from the small, parted mouth were pained sounds.

At some point, Acheron lowered his head and licked Lucius’s cracked lips.

Licking the bleeding lips, he quenched his thirst.

‘…A metallic taste.’

Sucking the wet lips, Acheron exhaled hot breaths.

The intercourse was stimulating, and Acheron couldn’t extricate himself from Lucius’s body. Acheron was engrossed in the act. Yet, beneath him, Lucius, who had seduced him with lascivious temptation, unexpectedly let out only dying moans. It was as if he were experiencing a man for the first time and suffering. That pitiful sight evoked a strange feeling in Acheron.

Pity.

And contempt.

“Huk…”

A flicker of ecstasy crossed the aroused man’s face, and rough breaths escaped his lips.

Reason had long since fled.

“Ugh, ugh.”

The slick sound of oil resounded without pause. Veins stood out on his thick thighs, and his honey-colored skin turned red, as if copper were heating up.

The body of the former gladiator, drenched in thick sweat, glistened, revealing the intricate movements of his muscles. His eyes, filled with tension, fear, excitement, and desire, had stark red veins visible.

When he extended his wet tongue to lick Lucius’s soft chest, Lucius’s body curled like a cat.

“Hn, hnn…”

Drawn by rising excitement, Acheron pressed Lucius’s chest and put his weight into his thrusts. The meeting skin was wet. In a dazed state, he panted hot breaths, clenching his teeth.

As hot sweat dripped from his furrowed brow, his face contorted, exuding a menacing air.

The thrusts gradually quickened, and Lucius, who had been gasping as if suffocating, began to let out rasping, gurgling breaths, his eyes unfocused.

“…Breathe.”

Noticing him, Acheron grabbed Lucius’s jaw with his large hand. Then, in a low, resonant voice, he spoke. Parting the small, soiled lips with saliva, he continued in a commanding, authoritative tone.

“Breathe, I said.”

Lucius only let out faint breaths, unable to respond.

Damn it. Biting his lips, Acheron glared at him with furious eyes. Letting out a suppressed sigh, he lowered his head. Feeling a precarious urgency, he pressed his lips to Lucius’s parted ones, blowing air into the dry mouth. Then he continued thrusting slowly.

The breath was hot.

“…Hng.”

The act to clear his airway ended when Lucius coughed faintly. Hearing the coughing, Acheron’s eyes flashed, and he sucked Lucius’s lips until his cheeks hollowed, narrowing his brow.

“Hah, ha!”

As if in pain, with a contorted face like someone suffering, Acheron bit Lucius’s slack tongue.

Lucius trembled, moving his shoulder blades like wings. Over Lucius’s body, which seemed like a tattered rag, Acheron put his weight and moved.

With near-violent movements, Lucius showed no reaction, as if he had fainted.

Dissatisfied, Acheron grabbed the limply swaying face by the cheeks, fixing it, and sucked his lips fiercely.

It wasn’t enough. Slowly parting from the wet lips, Lucius mumbled something incomprehensible. Acheron looked into his eyes from a breath’s distance.

At some point, feeling excitement in the tear-filled, starlit amethyst eyes.

Feeling a pull in his lower abdomen, Acheron hunched, his shoulder blades prominent, and held his breath.

“…!”

Grabbing the limply dangling legs and pulling them toward him, he buried his member deep, very deep.

He glared at Lucius’s ravaged body. He was releasing into the sticky, viscous flesh. In his flickering vision, flower-shaped lightning bloomed and faded. The hot seed spread deep into the writhing inner walls.

Forcing the thin legs apart, Acheron savored the flickering climax.

His muscles relaxed languidly. His body melted in an instant.

Releasing the last drop of seed into the small body, Acheron exhaled hot breaths and looked down.

“….”

There was Lucius, convulsing with parted lips, as if unconscious. His flat stomach, clearly outlining the member, was flushed red. Watching him for a moment, Acheron reached out to touch Lucius’s flat stomach.

The large hand lingered on the skin, then pressed firmly where the member’s outline was prominent. Feeling the body tremble faintly, Acheron slowly withdrew his hand and looked at Lucius’s face.

Watching him for a moment, Acheron then lowered his head and licked Lucius’s tear-dried cheek.

His tongue slowly roamed over Lucius’s entire face.

Licking the lips stained with tears and saliva, the slender jawline, the sharp nose, the small lips. Acheron wore a satisfied expression. A greedy expression he himself didn’t recognize.

As the soft tongue licked and tickled every corner of his face, that voice came.

“…General.”

A faint murmur made Acheron pause.

“General.”

Raising his head, he saw Lucius looking at him, shedding clear tears. The only clear word from Lucius’s dazed mumbling was enough to freeze the body of the man engrossed in the act.

“Only… you…”

Acheron’s face twisted menacingly.

That day’s intercourse was like a plundering.

The heavy body of the gladiator crushed the twig-like frame, and the thick weapon thrusting between the small buttocks was a violent sight that would make any onlooker’s heart sink.

Acheron tried to hold onto reason, but as the intercourse deepened, he couldn’t control his desire. Feeling a fierce impulse at the sight of Lucius shedding clear tears beneath him, he moved his body. Lucius, gagging and crying, eventually fainted mid-act, yet Acheron didn’t stop, sucking Lucius’s deer-like neck.

The contemptible indulgence of the noble brought Acheron excessive pleasure, and he couldn’t control himself.

The moment he smelled the oil on the lean chest and soft skin he had thought unremarkable, he lost his reason. The bony, slightly fleshy body tormented Acheron, and the occasional labored moans from his mouth drove him mad.

The beautiful young man’s face, pale with fear.

Kissing the pitiful cheeks wet with tears and saliva, he heard a faint breath. Kissing the unfocused eyelids, he heard a dry cough from below. The sensitive skin bruised even without force, and the thin stomach showed the member’s outline with each thrust. Sucking the delicate, deer-like neck, Lucius let out faint moans like a dying animal, making Acheron lose his reason. His interior was hot and tight, and when Acheron got rough, Lucius shed streams of tears, his face deathly pale, body limp like someone dying.

He couldn’t rein himself in.

Acheron was still sucking Lucius’s long neck when the moon tilted, flooding the room with light.

Licking his jaw and soft cheeks, he thought in a daze.

‘Strange, why doesn’t it taste sweet?’

Acheron curbed his greed only when Lucius’s body went limp.

At some point, grabbing the limply dangling arm, Acheron licked his ribs and armpit, then suddenly looked up. Seeing the whites of Lucius’s eyes, Acheron let out a short curse and lowered his arm.

The arm fell limply onto the bed.

Lucius’s turned cheek gleamed white under the scattered starlight.

Acheron gazed at Lucius with dark eyes.

Clear saliva flowed between the slightly parted lips, and the unfocused eyes showed whites intermittently.

He liked it.

Even this unsightly, drooling appearance, even with eyes rolled back in unconsciousness, was far more to Acheron’s liking than the face that had seduced him. Placing Lucius’s forcibly spread thin legs over his right shoulder, Acheron lowered his head.

Unable to calm his boiling heart, a growling sound came from the throat of the man delving into Lucius’s wet lips. And at some point, Acheron opened his eyes wide, looking up at Lucius with a cold gaze.

The sweet voice echoing in his mind. He felt displeasure at the moist moans of the youth crying out “General” throughout the act.

‘A stand-in?’

Whoosh.

The sound of the wind blowing came.

After the long, relentless intercourse, the two were apart, as if they had never been entwined. To be precise, Acheron had distanced himself from Lucius.

He breathed in the fresh air, cooling his fevered mind. It felt as if his brain were boiling and cooked. Letting out a long sigh, he pressed his temple against the windowsill and closed his eyes. A flicker of agitation crossed his usually impassive face.

It was because his mind was replaying the recent events.

Lucius had suffered like someone on the brink of death, and Acheron had acted excessively, failing to show the restraint expected of a slave. The slave, meant to serve his master’s pleasure, had lost his duty and instead poured his own pleasure onto his master.

In that recent intercourse, Lucius seemed like the slave, and Acheron the master.

Looking at the pitiful sight of the youth panting on the bed as if fainted, Acheron bit his lips. He couldn’t help but swallow the groans escaping at the wretched sight.

His gaze slowly swept over the body, bruised blue and red. Perhaps his skin didn’t heal bruises easily, as it bore the marks of the act vividly, making him look like someone whipped all over, unlike before.

In that moment, he let out a hollow laugh.

‘Was I that greedy?’

His still-hot head, unyielding to cooling, couldn’t think clearly. Recalling the recent events, Acheron let out another sigh.

Who was the more lascivious one?

Even now, he stood by the window to cool his heated blood. Whether his pent-up desire had exploded or he had been tainted by the licentious Greek culture, Acheron felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable with himself for losing control and feeling desire, wearing an awkward expression.

He tried to cool his head with the breeze flowing through the window, but it was far from easy.

Some time passed.

Moonlight scattered, dancing over Lucius’s naked body. Cooling his head with his temple against the windowsill, Acheron silently gazed at Lucius, sprawled on the bed. He was waiting for him to wake.

Or rather, he had certainly been looking at Lucius with that intention, but at some point, he was overtaken by a strange feeling. Acheron furrowed his brow, an uncomfortable expression crossing his face.