La sección de ballbusting más fuerte y excitante de la historia
Yuta, a boy who just graduated high school, suddenly falls into a deep hole in his backyard. When he wakes up, he's in an unknown otherworldly empire.
Captured, Yuta is brought before Leonhart, the young conqueror king who built the empire. With a mane of golden hair and sharp azure eyes, the king is super hot—but his eyes are like a beast who's found its prey, and Yuta is terrified.
The king says: 'I like you. I want your... balls to be mine.'
Huh? Balls? Yuta blinks, confused. But the next
La sección de ballbusting más fuerte y excitante de la historia - El llorón y el señor somnoliento
After the Ballbusting Ritual ended, Juanky couldn't remember how he made it back to his room.
When he came to, he was curled up on a soft, fluffy bed. Outside the window, it was already pitch black. Stars twinkled beyond the iron bars. His body ached. His heart ached. He hated everything, and Juanky pressed his face into the pillow.
Tears slowly soaked into the fabric.
(*This world really is messed up...*)
He couldn't even cry out loud. He just sat there, shoulders trembling. That overwhelming sense of helplessness when the King's hand had reached out—that was terrifying. But what scared him even more was the thought: *Is this going to happen every day from now on?*
The next moment, there was a knock at the door.
Juanky let out a small, startled yelp and bolted upright. His heart pounded furiously.
"I've brought you a meal. May I come in?"
A relaxed, drawn-out voice. The tension drained from Juanky's shoulders. At the very least, it wasn't the King.
Before he could answer, the door slowly opened. The person who entered was a man who looked to be in his forties. His short brown hair, streaked with a bit of gray, was tousled with bedhead, and his gentle, drooping green eyes were half-closed, looking very sleepy. He held a tray in his hands, and on it sat a single steaming piece of bread.
A sweet aroma gently wafted through the room.
"Um... who are you?"
"I am Sebas. An imperial civil official. I handle administrative affairs, you see."
Sebas placed the tray on the side table and, with an airy demeanor, offered the honey bread to Juanky.
"Here, go ahead. Sweets are good for a tired body, after all."
Juanky, his face still a mess of tears and snot, stared intently at Sebas.
Why was this person being kind to him? Even though he was a close aide to the King. Maybe he had ulterior motives. A feeling of suspicion mixed chaotically with the fact that the offered bread was warm, smelled wonderful, and his stomach was at its absolute limit.
In the end, his stomach let out a growl.
"...Thank you for the food."
He took it and bit into it.
Sweet. The bread was fluffy, and the gentle sweetness of honey spread through his mouth. Delicious. It was so delicious that tears started streaming down his face again.
"Oh dear, you'll choke if you eat while crying like that. Now, now, calm down. How about some black tea?"
Sebas, with movements that were brisk yet somehow unhurried, poured black tea from a pot on the tray. It smelled wonderful. Juanky, still crying and stuffing his mouth with bread, mumbled out a question.
"Why... why are you being kind to me?"
"Because I feel sorry for you."
Said so plainly, yet clearly, Juanky froze.
"You've been made the King's favorite, and that was your first ritual. It must have hurt. It must have been frightening. But you endured it without a single complaint. That's admirable."
Sebas took a sip of his own black tea and let out a soft sigh.
That unadorned way of speaking somehow sank deep into Juanky's heart. For the first time since coming to this castle, he felt like he had a normal conversation with another human being. Juanky burst out crying loudly.
"I was scared... so, so scared..."
Sebas said nothing, just wore a gentle smile and drank his tea. That was strangely comforting.
After a while, once Juanky had stopped crying, Sebas waited for him to finish his bread before speaking.
"Now then, let's talk a little about how you're going to live from here on."
Sebas took a sip of tea.
"First, your position as the King's favorite. Your legal status is that of a knightly peer. You'll receive a salary. Fifty silver coins a month. Much better off than a commoner."
Juanky's eyes widened. He didn't really understand this world's money, but he could somehow tell it was an incredible deal.
"However,"
Sebas's voice seemed to drop just a little lower.
"In reality, you are the King's personal toy. That man is Leonhart the Conqueror. An absolute ruler, and moreover, he has somewhat... peculiar tastes. You have been chosen as the object of those tastes."
Juanky silently hung his head.
"The more you resist, the more amused he becomes. You have no right of refusal. So, for now, just go with the flow. To avoid getting hurt needlessly, that's the best way."
"...But,"
"'But,' you want to say. 'But I don't want this to go on forever.' Rest assured. The King, surprisingly, takes good care of the toys he likes. He won't break them right away. At least, not until he gets bored."
Sebas looked steadily into Juanky's eyes. For just a moment, those sleepy green eyes sharpened, as if sizing something up.
"You are weak. That is a fact. But I heard the story. Last night, after the Ballbusting Ritual, you cried yourself to sleep, and when you woke up, you seemed surprisingly energetic. You have a strange resilience in odd ways, a peculiar vitality."
Even though it was about himself, Juanky didn't quite understand. But it was true that even though it hadn't been two full days since he fell into this world, here he was, eating honey bread, listening to someone talk, and feeling just a little bit calmer.
"Well, that's how it is. For today, get some good rest."
Sebas picked up the now-empty tray and stood.
"Goodnight, Juanky. No one else will come tonight."
Those words were more welcome than anything else.
---
The next day.
Juanky had slept surprisingly well. His body still ached all over, but his spirits were much calmer than the day before. *Maybe I'm tougher than I think*, he thought again.
In the morning, a soldier came and informed him that he was permitted to take a walk in the central courtyard garden, the Stillegarten. With a guard, to be precise.
The courtyard was very beautiful. The water of the fountain sparkled, and colorful roses bloomed in profusion. The air was cool and smelled of grass. Juanky took a deep breath.
(*Oh, it's Sebas.*)
Sebas was sitting on a bench in the shade of a tree. In his hand, as before, was honey bread, which he had just broken in half. Noticing Juanky, he smiled and beckoned him over.
"Good morning, Juanky. Lovely weather, isn't it? How about one of these?"
Juanky nodded and sat down next to Sebas. The bench was cool and cold.
He accepted the bread. This time, he managed to eat it without crying.
"I hear you came from another world. You must know nothing about this one."
Juanky nodded, nibbling on the bread.
"This is the Zeldragun Empire. A military superpower built in less than ten years by His Majesty, Leonhart the Conqueror, through sheer force of arms. The King's word is absolute. No one can defy him. It's a place as beautiful as this garden, but peel back one layer, and it's a very frightening world."
Sebas took a bite of his bread and chewed it slowly.
"That man earned the title of Conqueror at the age of twenty-two. An honor held by only three people in the last five hundred years. In other words, he is a genuine monster. Remember that, if nothing else. And one more thing. That light you see over there uses a mineral called Keimyaku-seki. That is the foundation of this world's civilization."
Juanky looked at what resembled a streetlamp near the fountain. A translucent stone glowed with a faint, pale blue light. It felt less like magic and more like electricity, somehow. Maybe this world was a little different from a typical swords-and-sorcery fantasy.
"Um, Sebas... why are you teaching me all this?"
"I told you earlier. Because I feel sorry for you. And also..."
Sebas glanced at Juanky.
"It's good to be afraid. Those who aren't afraid die quickly in this castle. You are properly afraid. So I thought you might just live a little longer."
Juanky wasn't sure if he was being praised or put down. But it didn't feel bad.
"However. The King gets bored easily."
Suddenly, the tone of Sebas's voice changed. The usual sleepy, airheaded feeling vanished, replaced by a quiet, core-filled voice.
"If you want to keep on living from now on, just crying won't cut it."
His heart skipped a beat.
Something pierced deep in his chest. Juanky couldn't retort. He couldn't say anything, just clenched his hands tightly on his lap.
"Well, for today, eat some honey bread and cheer up."
Sebas stood up, his face returning to its usual sleepy expression.
"Well then, I'll be off. I have a mountain of paperwork. Honestly, I really don't want to work."
Saying that, he shuffled away slowly.
Juanky remained alone on the bench.
(*Just crying won't cut it.*)
Those words spun around and around in his head. He had no idea what he could do. Yesterday, all he could do was be scared, be in pain, and cry. But he didn't want to just be swept along and end up as a mere toy.
Juanky raised his head. He was still scared. His legs were still trembling even now. But in his chest, he felt like something small was smoldering, burning.
(*At least, next time... I won't cry.*)
Just then, a nearby rose bush rustled unnaturally. Juanky flinched and turned around.
No one was there. Maybe a bird or something.
Juanky stood up and decided to head back to his room.
---
When he returned to his room, an unfamiliar package was sitting on the desk.
Opening it, he found a small jar of ointment and some soft-looking new clothes inside. High-quality fabric. There was just one note attached.
*'Take a bath. Tomorrow, you will attend the King's breakfast. Sebas'*
Juanky clutched the note. A gentle warmth spread through his chest.
(*Sebas...*)
The first ally he'd found since coming to this castle. That kindness was a little frightening. But right now, he was just grateful for the consideration.
Juanky gathered up the clothes and headed for the bath. In the steam-filled bathroom, as he gently applied the ointment to the bruises and scrapes on his body, he made a small resolution once more.
"...Just crying... won't cut it."
---
At that same time, outside the walls of the imperial capital, Brenheit.
In a deep darkness untouched by moonlight, a single shadow moved.
"The targets are Leonhart the Conqueror and his favorite, Juanky. In the name of the Republic of Vishar, the Mist Blade Agency assigns you this mission."
The shadow nodded slowly. Its small frame looked almost like a boy's.
A film of pale light enveloped the shadow's entire body. It was a disguise using Keimyaku-jutsu. The skeletal structure warped, the skin tightened, and the appearance transformed into that of a completely different person.
Moments later, a cute, almost innocent-looking boy stood there.
The boy's lips curled into a thin smile. Only his eyes still held a cold, sharp light.
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