What Remained at the End

*Please be advised that this work contains elements such as coercive and violent relationships, urolagnia, fistfucking, and gang r*pe.

“How long I have waited for this moment…. Do you have any idea?”

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Ashin Freis, the ill-fated prince who fought desperately to save his collapsing nation from the Fran Empire’s invasion, only to be ultimately defeated. Ashin, who was frail to begin with, ends up dying while being dragged away to the empire….

‘Ha, to think I’m dying without even having had s*x once, all because I was trying to keep up appearances. In my next life, I’ll live my life enjoying my fill of rough, coercive s*x….’

Ashin, who had lived his entire life with a lofty and rigid image befitting his beautiful yet cold appearance, was, in fact, a pervert who enjoyed fantasizing about being roughly r*ped.

Upon opening his eyes, Ashin finds he has regressed to a time before the war. Ashin vows that in this newfound life, he will live only for his own happiness. He succeeds in escaping the royal palace amidst the chaos of war, but what do you know. The empire’s Crown Prince, Kyle Elshad, is obsessively searching for him of all people. Ashin is eventually captured…. The way Kyle acts is a little strange, though. 

Could it be… he likes me? Oh, this… if I play my cards right, I might just be able to enjoy a fun s*x life, huh?

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“It’s not like you’re some worn-out male prostitute…. You’re just dying for it, aren’t you? Did it feel good just from us mixing our tongues?”

Pleased that a body so accustomed to s*x was reacting to a single kiss, Kyle wanted to make Ashin admit it. As Kyle mocked him with a slight exaggeration, Ashin shook his head, his face trembling. His tearful expression looked sorrowful. Kyle grabbed Ashin’s chin, forcing his mouth open, as he demanded an answer.

“Don’t lie. Answer.”

Ashin stared at Kyle with resentful eyes before finally spitting out the words in a reluctant tone.

“Yes, it felt good…”

Though it was an answer extracted through what was practically blackmail, Kyle was filled with a strange obstinacy, wanting that voice to hold a bit more sincerity. I want to see that face, pretending to be pitiful, more actively admit that it felt good… Having had a base fantasy, Kyle soon came to a decision and inserted a finger into Ashin’s mouth.

“S*ck.”