KPG | Chapter 1.3

The servant held up a strange device: two clamps connected by a silver chain. Kedrick strained to focus his blurry vision, glaring at the object in the servant’s hand.

“Guess correctly, and I’ll give you a reward.”

“As if I’d know… what that is…!”

“As expected, you wouldn’t. Did you know, Sir Lachenov? While some of the tools here were used during plagues, most were originally torture devices for persecuting heretics who defied the gods.”

The servant slowly brought the silver clamp to Kedrick’s nipple. The cold, chilling sensation against his sensitive skin made him realize its purpose, and his expression crumbled in despair.

“S-Stop…”

“Surprisingly, in modern times, nobles use these for sexual pleasure. Isn’t that amusing?”

A spark of fury flashed in Kedrick’s eyes.

“Who… are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re no ordinary servant. Who are you? What grudge do you—ngh, ha… ahh…!”

Kedrick couldn’t finish, throwing his head back with a scream. The clamp twisted his nipple, sending searing pain and stimulation through him. His body convulsed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Ah… a-ah, it hurts… ahh…!”

Each tremor made the chain connecting the clamps clink against his body. As his massive frame writhed, the servant reached down, gripping his hips tightly.

“H-Hic…”

“Remarkable. Even now, you’re curious about who I am?”

“Ngh, haa… Let… me go…”

“Begging for release while dripping like that? Don’t lie, Kedrick. We know you’re enjoying this.”

“Ngh, hng…! My body… it’s weird…”

The servant picked up the scissors again.

“Wouldn’t it be fine to just cut off your useless manhood?”

“No…!”

Kedrick thrashed in panic, trying to break free. The clamp, barely clinging to his slick nipple, slipped off with a sharp snap. The sudden jolt made him gasp, his body trembling violently.

His hips twitched several times, his head thrown back as a fevered moan escaped his lips.

Having climaxed twice already, the semen soaking his undergarments began to seep out.

“Now…”

“Haa, ahh… ah…”

“You came just from clamps on your chest? Without even being touched?”

“N-No, that’s not…!”

He tried to say it was the drug, that the aphrodisiac was to blame, but his voice wouldn’t cooperate. All he could manage were incoherent denials, unable to quench the burning thirst still raging inside him.

The servant stared impassively at the soaked, clinging undergarments before taking the scissors and cutting them away.

“…Ngh, ugh…”

“If you don’t want to see your manhood cut off, you’d better stay still.”

“Haa, ngh…”

“Look at this. You’ve made such a mess, your panties won’t even come off easily. You’re still denying it with all this stickiness? Sir Lachenov, let’s be honest. We didn’t drag you here by force, did we?”

“I… I didn’t… want this…”

“You didn’t expect this? For someone claiming that, your body’s awfully lewd. Look at this, Sir. Your chest is practically begging for it—how can you deny it?”

The servant pressed a finger slowly against Kedrick’s nipple. At the smooth, hot sensation, Kedrick held his breath, biting the inside of his cheek hard.

“Your nipples… so pink… hard and shamelessly aroused…”

“Ugh, ngh…”

“Should we pierce them? Maybe that’ll make the milk come out.”

Kedrick’s face went deathly pale. He shook his head frantically, his half-erect member swaying with the motion.

The servant smirked, clearly enjoying the sight.

“How vulgar, Sir.”

“You… you…!”

“Wouldn’t the Lexion Knights love to see this? Their commander offering his chest for His Majesty and His Highness.”

“I… I’ll never… let you get away…!”

“Unfortunately, Sir Lachenov, this is all under Count Louis’s orders. Or rather, as I mentioned, His Majesty’s orders. And you agreed to it, didn’t you?”

As Kedrick opened his mouth to retort, the other servant roughly shoved a hand inside, forcing a gag into his mouth. The thick fabric soaked with his saliva.

Then, a black cloth covered his eyes, blocking his vision entirely.

“Mmph… mmph…! Nghh! Hng…!”

Kedrick writhed at the painful sensation stimulating his nipples again. The chair creaked under his struggles. He tried to push the gag out with his tongue, but it was futile.

The servant, watching the blindfold soak with tears, let out a pitying hum.

Bound, covered in sticky liquid, with chains on his nipples and his body trembling, the man looked obscenely depraved.

Especially considering he was the knight commander of the Lexion Knights, the most loyal to the emperor, standing nearly 190cm with a ferocious demeanor.

“Since you’re not cooperating, you can reflect here for a while.”

“Mmph, ngh… mm…”

Gagged, Kedrick couldn’t speak. But he thought it was for the best. Being humiliated by these lowborn servants was worse than enduring this alone.

With a thud, the door closed, leaving the room in silence. Only the sound of his heavy breathing filled the air. But Kedrick had overlooked something.

It was hot.

His body was growing inexplicably hotter. Not just his chest, but every spot the liquid touched itched embarrassingly, begging to be rubbed, scratched, or touched to relieve the hypersensitive sensation.

But his arms and legs were bound.

Still, Kedrick believed it would pass. A man who’d never experienced proper sexual stimulation dismissed it as a strange anomaly.

He lost track of time. Without a clock, there was no ticking to mark the seconds. As the stimulation intensified, Kedrick instinctively tensed his chest.

“…Ngh…”

A thrilling sensation surged from his nipples, where he’d only ever felt pain before. His jaw trembled at the electrifying pleasure. Sweat trickled down his neck, dripping onto the floor.

He shifted slightly. The heavy chain attached to the clamps swayed, tugging his nipples even more, and Kedrick panted, drooling uncontrollably.

He’d rather bite his tongue and die, but the gag made that impossible.

Yet, a dark impulse stirred within him.

“Ugh, hah, nngh…”

He wiggled his hips. The sensation of his taut, erect member was undeniable. He wanted to press his thighs together to stimulate himself, but his legs wouldn’t budge, as if weighed down by stones.

He twisted his waist more roughly. The pleasure from his chest wasn’t as intense as before. He craved more stimulation—wanted to yank the clamps on his nipples, rub them, pinch them, twist them.

It was a miracle he’d held onto his sanity this long. Everything he’d drunk and had splashed on him was laced with potent aphrodisiacs. His endurance and tenacity, proof he hadn’t become the empire’s strongest knight for nothing, were extraordinary.

The drug was said to melt anyone instantly, even driving massive beasts like elephants into a frenzy. Its astronomical cost didn’t matter—this act had the imperial family’s tacit approval. The nobles stayed eerily silent about it.

“Ah… ugh, nngh…”

Kedrick twisted harder, trying to shake his chest. Each time the clamps dangled and swayed, a dizzying pleasure made his abs tense instinctively.

But that was it. No stronger sensation came. He moved frantically, chasing something more intense, but the overwhelming feeling he craved eluded him.

The damp cloth over his eyes felt suffocating, trapping him in darkness. Cold air grazed his neck and ears, but his unfulfilled desires made everything feel resentful.

Then, footsteps echoed, and a wave of excruciating pleasure crashed over him.

“…! Ugh, …nngh…!”

Kedrick’s body shook violently. He felt his own release splatter across his stomach.

His entire body trembled, the sensation pounding his head like a hammer. He thrashed, overwhelmed by the agonizing yet desperately desired fulfillment radiating from his chest.

He arched his back, letting out muffled moans through the gag, his thighs quivering with tension.

“Quite a sight.”

Only then did Kedrick realize someone had yanked the clamps off his nipples in one swift motion. And that voice—it belonged to a servant he thought had left.

“You said no, but the moment you thought you were alone… you shook your body so lewdly. Are you really the knight commander? Is this truly Kedrick Lachenov, the viscount I knew? I’m starting to doubt it. I’ve seen plenty of bodies under the count, but one that feels this much… it’s a first.”

They removed his gag and blindfold. The sudden light made Kedrick squint. Tears blurred his vision, but he could clearly see what stood before him.

“That, ugh, that’s…”

“A recording crystal. A rare, expensive item, but the count said he needed to check on your… training.”

“Ah, ah… ugh, hah…”

“The aphrodisiac used on you? It’s worth a mansion in the capital. Get it now, sir? The imperial family invested this much. All for…”

“Hah, ugh…!”

“For this chest of yours.”

The servant ruthlessly kneaded Kedrick’s chest, slick with fluids. Each time his fingers brushed the red, swollen nipples, Kedrick let out a whimper, shaking his head.

“How can they be this big and full? It’s almost like the gods gave an oracle that milk would come from them.”

“Ah, hng…! Ah…!”

A cracked voice slipped from Kedrick’s lips. He looked up at the servant with a despairing expression. He wanted to close his eyes against the recording crystal hovering in the air, glowing crimson as it captured him.

His face reflected in the glossy surface—cheeks flushed, covered in fluids, moaning with every breath, utterly debauched…

Kedrick’s face burned bright red. Overwhelmed with shame, he bit his lower lip hard, clenching his trembling fists.

“Tch, Sir Kedrick. No, maybe there’s no need to call you ‘sir’ anymore. Groaning under a mere servant’s touch—you’re no knight, hah… ugh…!”

In that instant, the servant’s head snapped back, his body flung to the floor. Kedrick, having broken one shackle with sheer strength, glared at him, teeth gritted, chest heaving like a wild beast.

The restraints were made of metal designed to hold even ferocious beasts. How could a mere human break them with brute force?

“No… way…!”

“You bastard, I’ll kill you… ugh, gah…!”

Kedrick swung his arm back. Another servant crumpled under his fist, but not before injecting something into his shoulder.

His vision blurred instantly. An unbearable drowsiness crashed over him. Kedrick fought to stay conscious. Sweat-soaked black hair clung to his face, and his golden eyes, fierce as a predator’s, burned with rage.

“Damn… you… bastards…!”

The more he resisted, the deeper he sank into sleep. It felt like hands were dragging him into a swamp. Despite his efforts, he collapsed, unconscious.

“This guy’s… a beast. No, a monster!”

The servant on the floor wiped blood from his jaw, staggering to his feet. Even without full strength, Kedrick’s punch had rattled his bones.