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 - La informante de cabello plateado y el secreto del jardín
Munching on honey bread, Juanky sat on a bench in the courtyard garden. It had been several days since that ballbusting ritual. Almost a week now, he thought absently. Every day since falling into this world had been utter chaos, but maybe, surprisingly, he was doing okay. No, actually, he wasn't okay at all.
Honestly, having breakfast with the king had tied his stomach in knots. Those golden eyes had stared at him so intently that the bread wouldn't go down his throat. But Sebas had been by his side, so he'd managed not to collapse. Sebas, with his usual sleepy expression, had talked to the king about documents, diverting his attention.
"Today would be a good day for a leisurely stroll through the garden."
So he'd been told, and now here he was.
The sky was blue. The scent of roses drifted gently through the air. The sound of the fountain water was pleasant to his ears. Just a little, truly just a little, he felt his heart settle. But beyond the windows, there were iron bars, and soldiers stood at the gate. This place was a prison after all.
(What am I even here for?)
Thinking that, despite the lovely weather, a heavy feeling gradually spread deep in his chest.
In the corner of the courtyard stood a slender tower. The Moon Tower. Sebas had told him it was managed by a silver-haired girl named Luna. She organized documents for the entire empire—an incredible person, he'd said.
Then, he saw someone descending the tower stairs.
Long silver hair. The tips of her waist-length straight hair glowed faintly blue. Her purple eyes were slanted upward like a cat's, giving an intelligent and cold impression. Just above her left ear, a section was braided and pinned with a silver clip. She carried several books in her arms.
It was Luna.
She walked straight toward Juanky. Soundlessly, as if the wind itself were moving.
"You're not a human from this world, are you?"
Asked so suddenly, Juanky froze.
Expressionless, Luna stared down at Juanky. Three seconds, four seconds passed in silence.
"Uh, um... how can you tell?"
His voice cracked. His heart pounded loudly. Luna tilted her head and explained matter-of-factly, as if reading from a textbook.
"I centrally manage the empire's administrative documents and information. In the Moon Tower. Transferred individuals have a different fluctuation in their ki pulse compared to ordinary humans. I can tell at a glance."
Juanky didn't so much gasp as forget to breathe entirely. It had taken the king several days to investigate, yet this girl had seen through him at a single glance. Her depths were unfathomable. It was both terrifying and amazing.
"You're amazing..."
"It's not amazing. It's just my job."
Luna sat down beside Juanky. She placed the books on her lap and opened one. But her eyes remained fixed on him.
"I want to hear your story. If you're not a human from this world, then what are you?"
Though bewildered, Juanky began to speak, bit by bit.
It had happened right after he graduated high school. On his way home, a hole had opened up, he'd fallen straight through, and before he knew it, he was in this world. No smartphone, no wallet. The sky was blue, but somehow the color felt different. He'd come from a country called Japan.
As he spoke, it felt strange even to him. It was the first time he'd told anyone the whole truth, yet for some reason, the words came out smoothly.
Luna gave few nods, and her expression barely changed. Occasionally, she would interject with a short question: "What is that?" But her purple eyes were fixed directly on Juanky, and he could tell she was listening intently.
"And you know, convenience stores in Japan are amazing. They're open twenty-four hours and sell everything."
"Convenience store. Interesting."
She said it with such a blank expression that he couldn't tell if she was actually interested. But she didn't dismiss him either, and Juanky felt a little more at ease.
(This person is cold, but maybe she's not scary.)
When he had finished his story, Luna let out a small sigh.
"What an interesting world."
Just that one remark. Then she turned a page. Juanky felt a bit conflicted and gave a wry smile. He'd shared such a moving story, and her reaction was so subdued.
Then Luna looked up and immediately asked a practical question.
"So, do you have any useful skills?"
"Um... I don't think so."
Juanky hung his head dejectedly. Luna said nothing in particular and turned another page. But he thought he saw the corner of her mouth move just a tiny bit. Maybe she had smiled. He wasn't quite sure.
Silence continued for a while. The wind carried the scent of roses. As Juanky gazed absently at the fountain, Luna suddenly closed her book.
"As the information officer, there is something you should know."
The atmosphere shifted. Luna turned her body toward Juanky and looked him straight in the eye.
"There is a country called the Republic of Vishar. An enemy nation to the west. Its intelligence agency, the Nebelklinge, has sent an assassin into the imperial capital—one whose appearance has been altered using ki pulse techniques."
Juanky's mind couldn't keep up. Ki pulse techniques? Altering appearance? An assassin?
"The target is King Leonhart. And..."
There was a beat of silence.
"You, the king's favorite."
"What, me too?"
His voice cracked again. His heart pounded furiously. Luna nodded. Her tone was still businesslike, as if she were relaying the day's weather.
"By eliminating the king's favorite, they aim to psychologically destabilize the king. It's a rational strategy."
Even though they were talking about his own life, he couldn't grasp it as reality. His mind went blank. An assassin disguised by ki pulse techniques couldn't be identified by appearance. Luna's words swirled around and around in his head.
Faces he'd passed in the castle rose up one after another. Soldiers, civil officials, a serving boy. Who was an enemy, and who was an ally? He didn't know. He couldn't trust anyone anymore.
"I'm scared... What should I do?"
Juanky asked, trembling. For a moment, Luna stared at him intently. Then, she answered in a quiet voice.
"You don't need to do anything right now. The important thing is simply to know."
The voice that had felt so cold until just moments ago seemed to soften ever so slightly. Juanky noticed the change. He sensed a kindness behind her cool mask and felt a faint relief.
Luna stood up. She readjusted the books in her arms and began walking back toward the tower. But after a few steps, she stopped and took something from her pocket.
A small bag.
Without a word, she pressed it into Juanky's hand.
"I heard from Sebas. That you like these."
Saying only that, she quickly turned away. It was a bag of honey bread. Still faintly warm.
"Ah, thank you."
Luna glanced back for just an instant. He thought he saw the corner of her mouth lift, almost imperceptibly. But she immediately faced forward again and disappeared into the Moon Tower.
Juanky stared at the bag. A gentle warmth spread deep in his chest. Even though he'd been told something terrifying and his mind was still in turmoil, this warmth was undeniably real.
He took a bite of the honey bread. It was sweet.
Just then, the bushes rustled.
Juanky flinched and turned around. His heart hammered violently. Was someone there? Luna's story came rushing back. An assassin. Impossible to identify by appearance.
The bushes rustled again, faintly.
But no one was there.
The wind? A bird? He tried to think so, but a chill ran down his spine. The way the bushes moved was unnatural for the wind—slowly shifting in a single direction. As if someone had quietly left that spot.
Juanky clutched the honey bread and looked around. No one was in the courtyard. Only the sound of the fountain echoed hollowly.
The sky was still blue. The roses still fragrant. But the peaceful scene from just moments ago had transformed in an instant into something terrifying.
(I'm being watched.)
At that thought, his legs froze. Somewhere within the royal palace, there was an enemy whose face he didn't know. He was one of the targets, with no idea when or where he might be attacked.
In the garden as the sun began to set, Juanky stood alone, trembling in quiet fear.
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