SYNO Chapter 8

Ssangryeong’s shirt, now reduced to rags, lay torn on the floor.

‘He can clearly see I’m naked.’

What more was there to search in this state?

“You have a scar on your chest.”

He slowly traced the scar below Ssangryeong’s collarbone. It was a stitched-up wound.

“Just in case you’re wondering, I didn’t do anything crazy like hide my Object inside the scar.”

“Everyone says that.”

“I really didn’t! You’re not going to tear open the scar and search inside, are you?”

Ssangryeong grimaced, as if horrified.

Unfazed, Pienne began applying a slippery liquid over Ssangryeong’s scar. A sudden cold sensation washed over him. Ssangryeong bit his lower lip.

“What… are you doing…!”

Pienne’s long finger then brushed against Ssangryeong’s nipple. Ssangryeong let out a soft moan.

“Ugh…”

Pienne’s gaze briefly lingered on his clear face. Ssangryeong, struggling to hold back his moans, couldn’t suppress the sounds every time his chest was touched.

Pienne raised an eyebrow. This impudent man, who usually only talked back… It was quite interesting to see him making such an expression.

Pienne’s finger brushed against Ssangryeong’s nipple once more. Ssangryeong lowered his head and curled up.

“D-Damn it… Are you done applying it?”

He asked, his face flushed red.

Pienne picked up the detection device that had been placed on the floor. The device beeped, beeeep, as it scanned the area around Ssangryeong’s scar. Looking at the frequency on the screen, Pienne said casually,

“It’s not here.”

“I… told you!”

The examination continued.

Pienne’s rough hand moved from his chest down to his slender waist. The unknown liquid glistened on Ssangryeong’s upper body.

Pienne, with his liquid-covered hand, grabbed Ssangryeong’s waistband.

“Haa.”

Ssangryeong, dazed by the strange sensation, couldn’t stop him. Moreover, even if he tried, it wasn’t a situation where his resistance would have mattered.

“Next is down below.”

Just like he had torn his shirt, he ripped Ssangryeong’s pants as well. Ssangryeong clicked his tongue. It seemed like any fabric turned into tissue paper in the man’s hands.

Ssangryeong, momentarily dazed, widened his eyes.

“Hey! What are you—Ugh!”

Pienne’s hand had moved down to his groin and grasped his genitals. The rough touch made Ssangryeong’s veins bulge in his neck.

“Shit…! Are you trying to make me… impotent?!”

“It’s just a little squeeze.”

Pienne scoffed. He began applying the slippery liquid to Ssangryeong’s penis as well.

To facilitate the application properly, he had to stroke it up and down, causing Ssangryeong to tremble and let out all sorts of moans. The texture of the leather was foreign. The unpredictable movements of Pienne’s hand further disoriented him.

“Haagh, ugh…! Stop! Stop it, you bastard!”

“What can I do? There are countless people who shove things up their urethra.”

After coating Ssangryeong’s penis with the liquid, Pienne picked up the detector again and scanned his groin area.

“It’s not here either.”

“Fuck! How many times do I have to… tell you…! It’s not on my body!”

“Are you in pain?”

“Haagh!”

Ssangryeong took a ragged breath. This was a sensation different from pain. However, the peak of stimulation was comparable to pain.

“There is a way to make this end this quickly.”

As Pienne spoke magnanimously, Ssangryeong’s eyes widened.

“What is it…!”

He wanted to hear about this method, rather than being consumed by shame from the involuntary sounds and movements escaping him.

Pienne slowly stroked Ssangryeong’s thigh.

“Tell me where the Object is.”

“Fuck, you think I wouldn’t have… said so…!”

If that were an option, he would have told him from the start. Ssangryeong was so exasperated that he couldn’t speak.

Still, it seemed the examination was finally over, now that his entire body had been thoroughly searched. As the touch disappeared, the tension eased. Just as Ssangryeong slumped against the chair,

Clang! Clang! A strange sound came from around his ankles. Ssangryeong, disbelieving his ears, opened his eyes.

The chains that had bound his ankles to the chair were suddenly broken.

And the broken chains were in Pienne’s hand.

The man had broken the chains. With his bare hands.

‘Monstrous bastard…’

Ssangryeong looked up at Pienne, his face pale.

Pienne tossed the chains aside. Then, he started applying the liquid to his hand again.

“W-What are you doing? Isn’t the examination over?”

“Does a coin only have one side?”

Saying so, Pienne grabbed Ssangryeong’s wrists, which were tied behind the chair. Ssangryeong, who had been sitting in the chair, was flipped onto the floor.

“Ugh!”

Ssangryeong’s eyes widened as the cold cement floor met his cheek.

The position was strange. This posture, with his buttocks raised, like a cat stretching…

“It’s best to stay still.”

“Hey, you son of a bitch! What are you trying to do?!”

Ssangryeong’s voice came out distorted, muffled against the floor. His pupils shook violently.

A cold sensation touched his buttocks.

The hand, which had been rubbing his buttocks all over, moved between his buttocks.

Ssangryeong’s eyes widened as the fingers moved downwards, into the crevice.

“This… shit…! You fucking pervert!”

He tried to raise his head, tensing his back. Pienne grabbed the back of his head and pressed it down.

“Ugh…!”

“You seem to be mistaken about something.”

Pienne’s thick finger, coated in slippery liquid, slowly began to  penetrate Ssangryeong from behind. The unfamiliar sensation caused Ssangryeong’s pupils to dilate.

Pienne spoke in a low voice.

“Do you think I want to do this to you?”

The man, his voice threatening, pushed his fingers in deeper. The fingers, which had been gentle until now, began probing his insides.

“Haa…!”

“This is more common than the urethra.”

“Haagh, ugh!”

“Meaning, quite a few people hide their Objects here.”

In the Dependent Nation, it was a common sight on the streets. People blinded by momentary desires, intoxicated by drugs. Such people would grab any suitably sized object and shove it up their ass.

Every time he saw it, Ssangryeong would click his tongue and walk away. Wondering what pleasure they could possibly find in it, drooling like that.

“Ah! Hngh…!”

But now that something was actually inside him, he felt dizzy. It was a sensation incomparable to pleasuring himself, no, a sensation he couldn’t even begin to describe.

Two long, thick fingers moved inside, as if stretching him open. Then, they slipped out out for a moment, and he began inserting a silver object, shaped disturbingly like a man’s penis, inside.

Ssangryeong’s eyes widened.

“What the, ugh!”

As the object slowly pushed in, he felt the blood rushing to his head. Ssangryeong yelled,

“Fuck, aaargh! How is this an examination…?!”

“It’s just a detector, designed to be easily inserted.”

The man, speaking calmly, glanced at the frequency display. His gaze, however, remained fixed on the whimpering Ssangryeong.

Pienne couldn’t tell whether the man’s contorted expression was from pain or pleasure. A delicate vein pulsed on his flushed neck.

He had watched countless prisoners being examined, but this was the first time someone had captured his attention for so long like Ssangryeong.

It was certainly entertaining to watch. The beautiful face that contrasted with his foul mouth, the sweat-drenched black hair, the delicate skin that marked easily at his touch, and the body that reacted sensitively to stimulation.

Pienne, lost in thought, suddenly froze.

Ssangryeong’s bare foot, thrashing on the floor, had brushed against his groin.

“…….”

“…….”

The examination room fell silent. Pienne, who had been examining Ssangryeong’s backside, stopped moving, and Ssangryeong, who had been moaning, also stared at him with wide eyes.

After a moment of hesitation, Ssangryeong, trembling with shame, yelled,

“You… you son of a bitch…! Why is your dick getting hard?! You’re really a pervert!”

Pienne had just realized that he was aroused.

He stared down at his groin.

He never got aroused by looking at someone with such a foul mouth and filthy body.

Pondering the reason, Pienne moved his hand again. As the detector probed him again, Ssangryeong pressed his forehead against the floor.

“Ha, shit….”

He bit down hard on his lower lip to suppress his moans. He bit so hard that blood welled up on the surface of his lip.

Pienne grabbed Ssangryeong’s face to prevent him from biting his lip any further. Ssangryeong’s mouth was forced open.

“Ugh…”

“Anyone would think I hit you.”

“Fuck… off…! Worry about your own… dick!”

“At least your mouth is spared.”

If he left him alone, the man would never stop talking about this incident.

Pienne stopped the examination, grabbed Ssangryeong’s waist, and lifted him. Then, he grasped Ssangryeong’s equally erect penis.

“Aah!”

“This is what it is.”

“Hngh, ugh…!”

“Just like how you didn’t get hard on purpose.”

“Haa!”

“It’s just a natural phenomenon.”

Slap, slap, Pienne continued to fondle him until Ssangryeong understood. Even after Ssangryeong banged his forehead against the floor in acknowledgment, Pienne’s sticky touch persisted.