KPG | Chapter 1.4

The other servant, groaning as he stood, slapped Kedrick’s cheek a few times. Confirming the man was out cold, he sighed and began removing the remaining shackles.

“A beast, alright. That sedative was meant for monsters. We pushed him too far.”

“Terrifying. Seems like Count Louis planned for all this.”

“Those who know this guy isn’t normal knew what they were dealing with. Anyway… we just follow orders.”

“Damn it. I was having fun and almost died.”

The servant wiped Kedrick’s body with a towel, grumbling as he scrubbed off the sticky residue with water.

“His junk’s stupidly big too.”

“Jealous?”

“Jealous? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. It’s not like he’ll use it anymore. Just pathetic.”

He chuckled, flicking Kedrick’s limp member with his fingers.

“Now, how do we make this prideful noble cooperate…”

“I’ll report to the count. Tell him the unruly beast broke his restraints.”

“Contact Teson too. Haha… they’ll need something sturdier this time. Maybe something to catch a dragon.”

The servant pulled out a piece of cotton, dousing it with some liquid before rubbing it over Kedrick’s nipples.

“…! Ngh…”

Even unconscious, Kedrick’s hips twitched faintly. The sedative should’ve kept him under, but the servant, expressionless, soaked the cotton in antiseptic and applied it thoroughly.

Next, he produced a piercing with a small bell at the tip. When he shook it, a clear, gentle chime rang out.

“A bit too cute for a beast… but your chest will love it, won’t it, sir?”

Kedrick Lachenov. Heir to the Lachenov viscountcy and renowned for his martial prowess since childhood. Even more famous was his oath, taken at a young age after earning knighthood and a barony, to serve only the imperial family.

He never married or dated, making him a hot topic in social circles. Rumors ranged from impotence to bizarre fetishes driving lovers away.

But after he single-handedly killed thirty assassins targeting the emperor, beheading them and displaying their heads in the square, the gossip died down.

Kedrick Lachenov was that devoted to the imperial family. Well into his thirties, he retained his youthful, striking face, a rare towering physique, and immense charisma.

If he’d aged poorly, no one would’ve cared. But he only grew more regal and captivating, drawing those who wanted him at their feet.

Like now.

“The weather’s nice, isn’t it, Count Katrise?”

Louis paused. His platinum hair swayed as he turned his sharp blue eyes toward the speaker.

Blue blood pulsed beneath his pale, smooth skin. The epitome of nobility, he tilted his head slowly.

“And you are…?”

“My apologies for the late introduction, Count Katrise. I’m the deputy commander of the Akaman Knights…”

“Sir Teson.”

“You know me?”

“Who in this empire doesn’t?”

Malektor Teson smirked, his expression unreadable.

“Quite an honor.”

He was as infamous as Kedrick. A commoner who amassed wealth through shrewd business, even buying a title.

He’d approached the debt-ridden Teson barony, offering to pay it off if they adopted him. At a shockingly young age, no less. Everyone in the empire knew the story.

To commoners, it was an inspiring tale of rising above. To nobles, he was a disgrace. His presence alone dragged the Akaman Knights below the Lexion Knights. Kedrick’s contempt for him was evident in the tension between their orders.

“So… what’s your business, Sir Teson? I’m a busy man.”

“Count Katrise, I hear you’re handling Sir Lachenov’s affairs.”

“…How do you know that?”

Louis’s eyes narrowed.

Noble or not, Malektor was a stain on their class. Nobles only groveled when borrowing his money, otherwise treating him poorly.

Only the Akaman Knights, who’d seen him up close, followed him. Louis didn’t care about the rumors—truthful or not. If asked why, the answer was simple: he wanted nothing to do with Malektor Teson.

Another rumor about him was grim: his vast wealth reportedly tied to slave traders.

Slavery was illegal in the empire, but it happened anyway. Whispers claimed he had ties to the eastern kingdom’s thriving slave market, selling off nobles who crossed him. The rumors were too detailed to dismiss outright.

“Curious how I know?”

“…No. Forget it. What do you want?”

“Count Louis.”

Malektor’s blood-red eyes locked onto him. That gaze was another reason Louis avoided him.

“I hear you lack funds to develop the Rotl Mountains’ mines.”

“I asked what you want, Sir Teson.”

“Hand over Viscount Lachenov. I’ll invest in your mining project.”

“You insolent…!”

Malektor was beautiful—stunningly so. His upright posture, toned muscles, and sleek limbs seemed sculpted by the gods.

But his eyes stole the show. They burned with ambition, as if he’d climbed from the gutters to conquer all. Red as molten lava, they were mesmerizing.

Louis felt a pang of thirst, clenching his jaw.

“Sir Teson, do you realize how rude you’re being?”

“Calm down and hear me out. I’m not asking for him now.”

“What nonsense…”

“When you’re done with him, hand him over. I won’t steal your credit, Count. The eastern empire has some… unique goods I’d like to experiment with.”

“…Unique goods?”

Louis’s voice slowed.

“Working off mere theories from scholars and scientists is risky, isn’t it? Don’t you want perfection, Count?”

“What’s in it for you?”

Malektor’s lips parted, as if he’d been waiting.

“Revenge.”

* * *

Kedrick felt like he was flailing in thin air. Floating weightlessly, he swam through an atmosphere laced with subtle joy and delight. It wasn’t half bad.

His vision was blurry, and his body refused to move, but this kind of comfort?

He could stay in it forever.

Someone began to slowly caress his buttocks. A soft palm, warm against his skin, roamed over the firm muscles, teasing the sensitive area with gentle, affectionate strokes.

Fingers dipped into the inner thighs, grazing slowly before sliding back to carefully grip his full, rounded cheeks. Kedrick, caught in the pleasant sensation, couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth curl upward.

“Mmm…”

Something slipped between his parted lips. Something wet and pliant pushed in, pressing against his slick tongue, rubbing, pulling, and sliding beneath the root to lap at the pooled saliva. Kedrick let out a soft moan, surrendering his tongue as the other desired.

Each time it swept across the roof of his mouth, his body twitched, toes curling.

A faint chuckle reached his ears.

Shame washed over him, sudden and searing. Several warm hands began to roam his body, kneading every inch. Wherever they passed, a thick, viscous liquid clung to his skin.

The hand massaging his buttocks slid downward, then cautiously began to rub his perineum. Kedrick’s thighs parted naturally, a desperate moan escaping his lips.

Yet he couldn’t shake the haze clouding his mind. The drug he’d been given was potent, and his exhausted body refused to rouse. His subconscious, lulled by the pleasant pleasure, began to accept it willingly.

“Ngh… mm…”

“Like it here?”

Someone spoke, but the words were muffled, hard to catch. He tried to listen, but the soft, roaming hands kept pulling his focus away. Still, he felt a twinge of dissatisfaction—they were avoiding his chest. Why not touch it more?

It was too ticklish. Ticklish and… there’d been a sharper pleasure before, hadn’t there? Kedrick squirmed in the depths of his drugged slumber, fingers twitching. Suddenly, everything felt frustrating.

Why weren’t they touching his chest? A bigger hand, kneading it, twisting his nipples, maybe even biting them—that’d be nice. As he writhed, a faint bell jingled, dragging his consciousness deeper into the fog.

The fingers stroking his perineum parted his entrance. A long, slick object, coated in sticky gel, slowly pushed inside him.

“…Hah…”

“Shh, good boy.”

To his surprise, his body accepted the finger readily, clenching around it. Kedrick didn’t understand. Why were they putting a finger there? Why? What kind of dream was this?

“It’s okay. You’re fine.”

The finger glided along his inner walls, slipping in deep before pulling out, repeating the motion. Instead of pain, Kedrick realized he felt… ticklish.

Slow but gentle, it stimulated him from within. The other sensations—hands roaming his body—faded, leaving only that single finger. Kedrick’s focus narrowed to it alone.

If only it were stronger.

As if reading his mind, another finger joined, pushing inside. His body, as if already loosened, parted softly, welcoming the intrusion.

Kedrick’s fists clenched and unclenched. His insides burned, growing hotter with each passing second.

“Nngh…”

“So cute, Kedrick. Throwing a little tantrum?”

“Ah…”

Fully convinced this was a dream, Kedrick’s subconscious didn’t bother responding. Instead, he spread his thighs wider, urging the hands on with a heavy exhale. His chest heaved, and the clear chime of a bell rang out again.

“Hah…”

A third finger joined. They moved faster now, slicking his inner walls. They’d pull out slowly, spread to stretch him, then push back in, over and over. Yet he craved something more intense. Something like pinching his chest hard…

“…Ngh, ah…?”

A jolt of pleasure shot through him, electrifying. Kedrick couldn’t process what he’d just felt. Before he could grasp it, the three fingers curled inside, thrusting deep.

“Hah, haa, ah…!”

His hips trembled at the thrilling sensation. He wanted to stop the intrusion, but his arms and legs wouldn’t obey, frozen in place. The overwhelming stimulation hit him relentlessly.

“Ah, ah, aah…!”

A lightning bolt of pleasure struck. His hips arched off the surface, body shuddering as he threw his head back. But there was no release from his member—something blocked it, leaving him unfulfilled. He trembled, drooling, as the fingers continued to torment his insides.

“Hah, haa, ahh, nng…! Aah, ah…!”

His broad chest swayed with his movements, the piercing dangling from it jingling with each motion. The fierce sensation overwhelmed him, his mind blanking out. Everything turned white, thoughts erased, consumed by the intensity.

His widely spread thighs quaked, his stomach caved in and out, and thick veins bulged along his neck. Gasping and whimpering under the relentless pleasure, Kedrick finally collapsed, fainting once more.

From the tip of his bound member, a trickle of semen seeped out.

“Spectacular… Is the drug still working?”

“No, my lord. The aphrodisiac only lasts precisely twenty-four hours.”

“Really, now. How did he stay chaste all this time with a body like that? Or did he have a secret lover?”

Louis smirked, slapping Kedrick’s broad chest before gripping it tightly. The piercing dangling from the pink, protruding nipple was adorably charming.

“What now, my lord?”