SYNO Chapter 23

While imprisoned in the government building, it had actually crossed his mind a few times. The look in the shameless Commander’s eyes as he conducted the body search, his cock hardening.

Pienne would never know how intensely those persistent, hungry blue eyes had looked at him.

The rough touch, the suffocating feeling of resistance, had occasionally stirred something within Ssangryeong. If his hands weren’t tied, there were rare moments when he wanted to give in to his instincts and mindlessly stroke himself.

It was baffling, considering he had always prided himself on his lack of interest in sexual desire.

And of all people, why would he be aroused by thoughts of the Brigadier General from the Home Nation…?

‘I’ll just relieve some pent-up frustration. Be my masturbation tool, Commander.’

He tried to keep it simple, but watching Pienne undress evoked a strange feeling within him.

Pienne was unhesitant. The suit that had obsessively clung to his body so tightly began to fall to the floor, piece by piece. As his muscular physique was slowly being revealed, Ssangryeong’s expression turned serious rather than admiring.

‘…There’s not a single spot without a scar.’

The man’s upper body, which he had imagined would be smooth and flawless like white jade, was more than half covered in scars. Some of the larger ones looked like they were at least 30 centimeters long.

He’d seen countless bodies of men marred by the harsh life in the Dependent Nation, but their scars paled in comparison to Pienne’s.

This was the price the man, a commoner, had paid to rise to the rank of Brigadier General. A record of his rigorous journey.

Pienne unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them fall. Seeing the impressive thick length springing forth, Ssangryeong was struck with unexpected bewilderment.

“Hey, fuck… You’re not going to put that inside me, are you?”

His foot had accidentally brushed against it before, but seeing it up close again was daunting.

Pienne’s massive cock was already hard, as if anticipating this moment for a while.

Pienne didn’t say a word. The black tie, carelessly pulled loose from his large hand, was immediately used to tie Ssangryeong’s wrists.

‘I wasn’t planning to resist anyway.’

He was the one who had instigated this. As a man, he wasn’t going to go back on his word.

Just as Ssangryeong relaxed, thinking Pienne was planning to take his time and torment him slowly, his body, which had been lying on its back, was suddenly flipped over with tremendous force. Ssangryeong’s eyes widened as he found himself lying face down.

“Hey, shit, wait a minute…!”

His pants were pulled off in an instant, and something huge and hot, like an iron club, pressed against his ass.

Feeling the thick cock moving slowly up and down against him, as if warming up, Ssangryeong yelled urgently,

“W-Wait! You’re not actually going to just shove that in… are you?! Hah!”

Ssangryeong, who had been bracing himself, suddenly went limp. Contrary to his worries about Pienne crudely shoving his cock in, a gloved finger, coated in slippery liquid, pushed inside him first. The finger slowly moved in and out, teasing him.

As he felt the lukewarm liquid trickle down his thighs, Ssangryeong squeezed his eyes shut.

‘This bastard… He really was prepared to have sex.’

Otherwise, there would be no other reason to have lubricating gel readily available in his bedroom.

Or was he using something he’d used for sex with someone else on him?

The thought disgusted him, and Ssangryeong suddenly muttered irritably,

“F-Fuck… Haah, you promiscuous bastard, ugh… This is already enough to clean the floor with, aah!”

Ssangryeong, about to hurl further insults, bit his lip as a second thick finger joined the first.

A low voice, sending shivers down his spine, whispered in his ear.

“Such vulgar language.”

“Haa…!”

“I haven’t had the time for such… indulgences.”

At the preposterous statement, Ssangryeong rubbed his forehead against the bedsheets and muttered.

“What a load of… ugh, bullshit…”

He knew all too well how debauched the lives of the Home Nation’s elite were. He was particularly aware of how beautiful people were offered to those in power like tributes, day and night.

There was no way Pienne would be an exception.

However, the Commander, seemingly not feeling the need to justify himself, moved his fingers roughly inside him. The obscene squelching sounds filled the quiet room.

Each time the fingers moved in and out, the texture of the leather gloves brought a wave of strange, slick sensations, and Ssangryeong gripped the bedsheets tighter.

“Hngh, aah, wait…!”

His body felt so hot he thought he would go crazy. Every time he registered that the roughly moving fingers belonged to the Commander, disgust and arousal surged through him simultaneously.

The strange pleasure he’d felt during the examination… he’d never imagined he’d experience it again, even more intensely. Ssangryeong ran his tongue over his tingling gums.

His thoughts melted away as if his brain had been dipped in lava. The urge to grab his throbbing cock and stroke it hard flashed through his mind every second.

But whenever he tried to move his hands down, Pienne stopped him. The unfamiliar stimulation, focused solely on his behind, was driving him crazy.

‘So this is why…’

This was why those drug-addled pleasure seekers, unsatisfied with simply stroking their cocks, resorted to shoving things up their asses.

Pienne’s fingers gradually stretched him open, yet skillfully avoiding the spot he craved.

His cock throbbed painfully at the teasing touch. Unable to bear it any longer, Ssangryeong moved his hips, trying to guide the fingers to the right spot.

However, Pienne firmly gripped his hips, preventing him from moving freely.

“Fuck, let go! If you’re going to do it, haa, do it properly! It’s not like this… is actually a torture…!”

As soon as he spoke, Ssangryeong realized his mistake.

Ah, this was torture.

No wonder he had been writhing mindlessly as if he was losing his mind.

“Haagh, please…!”

Ssangryeong slammed his fist against the bed in frustration. The vulgar thought that he wanted something bigger and more substantial than those probing fingers to fill him consumed his mind.

He was so tormented that he wanted to be knocked unconscious.

Just as his hands, gripping the sheets, trembled, the intense stimulation suddenly stopped. Ssangryeong, gasping for breath, slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

The hand inside him was gone.

‘Is the… torture… over?’

Normally, he should be relieved and happy, but his pleasure-addled mind felt a pang of disappointment. The lingering stimulation still thrummed through his body.

Ssangryeong turned his head, his eyes burning. Pienne, who had stopped mid-torture, was looking down at him with a haughty expression.

Then, Ssangryeong’s eyes caught sight of something. An obscene movement, slow yet fast, up and down.

It was Pienne stroking his own massive cock. The man’s blue eyes, darkened with lust, were fixed on Ssangryeong.

Ssangryeong acutely felt the man’s heated gaze on his body. His eyes raked over his ass, his cock, his stomach, his nipples, and finally his face – the blatant gaze that seemed to lick over every part of him made his skin crawl.

‘He’s the one who my ‘sexual torture’ halfway through…’

And the Commander was pleasuring himself while looking at him. Ssangryeong felt a surge of resentment at the unfairness of it all.

‘He’s going to arouse me like this and then just… stop?’

He roughly pushed his black hair back, his golden eyes glinting dangerously.

“Commander, let’s… enjoy this together. Hmm?”

Smiling slyly, Ssangryeong’s expression quickly turned serious. He lunged forward and pushed Pienne onto the bed.

Pienne could have easily resisted, but he let himself be pushed down.

He calmly watched the slender figure climbed on top of him. Ssangryeong’s clumsy attempts to desperately position himself and insert his cock were somewhat amusing.

His pale skin, as if it had never seen sunlight, his light-colored nipples, his slender neck flushed from the earlier stimulation, and his beautiful face, a stark contrast to his vulgar words.

The more he looked, the more aroused he became.

Pienne reached out and grabbed Ssangryeong’s sweat-slicked waist.

“Alright.”

Ssangryeong, who had been struggling to insert himself, froze at the sudden touch. The Commander was looking directly at him, his eyes filled with excitement.

“Let’s enjoy this.”

The man’s low voice was husky.

“Until you feel like cooperating.”

Just as Ssangryeong frowned, trying to understand the meaning behind his words, Pienne’s massive cock that had been pressed against his buttocks thrust inside, as if piercing him.

“Aah…!”

Even though it wasn’t fully inside yet, the sheer size of it made Ssangryeong’s breath catch in his throat, and his pupils dilated.

“T-This is crazy… Haagh!”

Pienne grabbed Ssangryeong’s slender waist and slowly started to thrust. As Pienne pushed deeper, Ssangryeong felt a tingling sensation, as if he was being electrocuted.

He was having sex with the Commander, the man who had captured and imprisoned him, the man who had been trying to make him surrender.

Ssangryeong suddenly realized that this day marked a significant turning point in his eventful life.

“Relax.”

“Haagh…!”

“I might break you.”

Ssangryeong trembled as the thick cock buried itself deeper inside him. He felt like drool would spill from his open mouth.

When Ssangryeong, lost in sensation, didn’t relax, Pienne began gently sucking on his neck. The skillful touch of his tongue made Ssangryeong’s body melt, and he frowned.

Fuck, this bastard had definitely lied about not having time for such indulgences.

With a cock like that and a face like that…

Ssangryeong squeezed his eyes shut.