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 - Sonrisa afilada
A few days had passed since he'd felt that eerie gaze in the courtyard.
Juanky continued to spend his days as before, curled up in a fluffy bed in a room of the royal palace, gazing out the window. The sky visible beyond the iron bars was, as always, tinged with a thin gray. The haze in his heart refused to clear.
The only thing sustaining Juanky now was the honey bread Sebas brought him. With each bite of its sweet, soft warmth, just a little, the depths of his chest would feel faintly warmer.
The story Luna had told him—about an assassin who used *Kimyaku-jutsu* to alter their appearance—never left Juanky's mind. The soldiers he passed, the serving boy, the maid cleaning the floors. Everyone seemed to be wearing a mask, and he could no longer trust anyone.
(*What am I supposed to do?*)
He sighed, taking a bite of his bread. That was when it happened.
*Knock, knock.* A knock came at the door.
Juanky flinched, jumping up.
" Open up. By order of the King."
An emotionless soldier's voice echoed from outside the door. His heart clenched tight.
(*An order from the King? That basement again? The ball-busting ritual?*)
His legs trembled and wouldn't move. But he couldn't disobey. Timidly, Juanky opened the door.
---
He was not taken to the underground game room.
It was the audience chamber, "Löwensaal," where Juanky had first faced Leonhart. The vast hall with its high ceiling was lined with golden lion statues at regular intervals, and the walls were covered with enormous tapestries depicting the history of conquest.
Usually silent and still, the place was filled with a strange fervor today.
Nobles jostled for space, and a delegation in unfamiliar foreign formal wear was arrayed before the throne. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and wine.
" Little bird, come here."
Leonhart, lounging arrogantly on his throne, beckoned with a glint in his golden eyes. His long golden hair, reaching his waist, shone like fire under the countless magical lights.
" Y-yes..."
Trembling, Juanky walked over to the side of the throne. Gazes pierced him. The curious eyes of the nobles, the appraising looks of the delegation. All of it was terrifying, and he wished he could just disappear.
" Tonight is a banquet to welcome the delegation from the Margraviate of Tieren. You will also attend."
" Wha... M-me, sir?"
His voice cracked.
" It's a good opportunity to show off my cute little bird, isn't it?"
Leonhart laughed. Though he smiled, his eyes weren't laughing at all. They were the eyes of a predator toying with its prey. His long fingers reached out, tilting Juanky's chin up.
" Don't show me a tearful face. It would ruin a perfectly good banquet."
" Eep... please stop, you're scaring me..."
Tears welled up in Juanky's eyes. Seeing this, Leonhart purred with satisfaction.
" Well, don't be so tense. I'll have Sebas stationed next to you."
---
The banquet was set in the palace's grand hall.
A long table covered with a white tablecloth was adorned with silver candlesticks and seasonal flowers, with polished plates and glasses lined up in rows. It was a gorgeous and brilliant setting, fit for entertaining foreign dignitaries.
Juanky had put on the formal wear prepared for him, but his hands wouldn't stop shaking as he tried to fasten the button at his collar.
" Now, now, calm down. Just for today, try to be sociable."
Sebas, standing beside him, whispered with his usual sleepy face. At his gentle voice, a tiny bit of the tension left Juanky's shoulders.
" And remember, you use the forks from the outside in. Understood?"
" Fork rules are different from Japan's..."
As Juanky hung his head, on the verge of tears, the nobles all rose from their seats and bowed. Leonhart was entering.
The King settled himself heavily into the seat of honor and raised his wine glass high.
" I welcome the delegation from Tieren. Let's have no stiff talk tonight. Drink and eat your fill."
With that toast, the banquet began.
---
Stiff with tension, Juanky took his assigned seat. Across from him was a noble couple he didn't know, and diagonally ahead sat a stern-faced general.
(*Will I even be able to swallow any food...?*)
First, the soup was brought out. It smelled wonderful. As Juanky reached for a spoon, a voice spoke from beside him.
" Um, that's the outside fork."
It was a small voice, like the tinkling of a bell.
Turning, he saw a beautiful boy with golden-brown eyes sitting there. He looked to be about Juanky's age, or perhaps a little younger. His soft, flaxen hair swayed as he offered an apologetic smile.
" Huh... oh!"
" Hehe. It's alright. I'm not good with these stiff, formal occasions either."
The boy grinned mischievously and picked up his own forks in the correct order to demonstrate. Juanky found himself captivated by his natural manner.
" I'm Alvin. This is my first time in the Imperial Capital, as an apprentice with the delegation. And you are... Lord Juanky, correct? I heard you are at the King's side."
" A-An apprentice... and please, don't call me 'Lord.' I'm just... well..."
He couldn't say "pet."
" Then, Juanky. Shall I serve you some of this? Your hands are shaking."
So saying, Alvin deftly served some of the meat dish onto Juanky's plate. Through it all, his gentle smile never wavered.
(*This person... he's a good person.*)
Juanky felt a soft warmth spread deep in his chest. For the first time since coming to this castle, he felt like he'd had a normal conversation with someone his own age. Without fear, without flinching, just sharing a laugh.
" Alvin, you're making me sound like a little kid."
" Oh, are you not? But Juanky, you have a much cuter face than I do."
" I-I'm not cute!"
The two of them stifled their laughter together.
From a distance, Sebas cleared his throat softly, signaling with his eyes how to adjust his napkin. As Juanky hurriedly mimicked him, Alvin let out another small laugh.
At a seat a little ways away, Luna was quietly tilting her glass. Her long silver hair gleamed coldly in the light of the candlesticks. For just a moment, her violet eyes were directed at Alvin, sitting next to Juanky.
Her gaze narrowed, ever so slightly sharp.
" ...That boy."
Luna murmured something, then immediately averted her gaze, taking a sip of her wine as if nothing had happened. Juanky didn't notice.
Alvin's gentle smile was all that existed in Juanky's world.
---
The banquet ended late into the night.
Feeling his heart light and buoyant, Juanky walked down the corridor to his room.
" That was so much fun..."
He couldn't help but say it out loud.
Alvin was a really good guy. When Juanky almost spilled his soup, he'd covered for him so no one would notice. When he was troubled by the stiff talk of the nobles, Alvin had casually changed the subject.
(*Maybe I can make a friend.*)
That faint hope bounced lightly in his chest.
He would tell Sebas and Luna about this. Tonight's banquet was a big step for him. He wanted to tell them that.
The moment Juanky opened the door to his room, those thoughts froze solid.
A figure stood in the center of the room.
Illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window, flaxen hair shimmered faintly.
" Alvin...? Why are you here...?"
The next instant, as Juanky called out his name in surprise.
Alvin's form warped like the moon reflected in water. Like ripples spreading from a pebble tossed onto the surface, his outline blurred, and the air seemed to bend and distort.
The disguise created by *Kimyaku-jutsu* was peeling away.
What appeared was a completely different person.
Cold eyes, devoid of emotion. An inorganic gaze that looked down on everything.
" ............"
" Eep...!"
He tried to scream. But before he could cry out, the assassin's hand covered Juanky's mouth.
His back was slammed hard against the wall. He thought he heard the sound of his own bones creaking from inside his body.
" Scream and I'll kill you."
The voice whispered in his ear was cold as ice. The mouth that had smiled so kindly just moments ago was now twisted into a thin smirk, that of a predator looking down on its prey.
All the strength drained from Juanky's body at once. Tears overflowed from sheer terror, endlessly wetting his cheeks.
(*Why... how could...*)
" You are a hostage. We are heading to Leonhart's bedchamber now. With his pet taken hostage, the King won't be able to move easily. In that opening, I will finish him."
A voice that stated only the facts, flatly.
A plan. This was all... a plan.
Luna's words began to spin round and round in Juanky's head.
*'An assassin who changes their appearance with Kimyaku-jutsu.'*
That gaze in the courtyard. The unnatural rustling of the bushes. He must have been watched then, too. Everything, his movements had been monitored the whole time.
Alvin's smile. His kind words.
(*It was all... a lie?*)
Teaching him how to use the forks. Trying to ease his tension. Laughing together like friends of the same age. It had all been an act to make him let his guard down.
" Uu... uuh..."
A voiceless sob escaped him.
An emotion far greater than anger or despair constricted Juanky's chest.
(*Sebas... Luna...*)
Because of him, they might be put in danger too.
The assassin had said that not only the King, but he himself, the "King's favorite," was a target. But surely, anyone who tried to protect the favorite would also be eliminated if they got in the way.
People who had been kind to him would be caught up in this because of his own foolishness. That terror overflowed endlessly as tears.
" Crying is useless. Come."
The assassin roughly grabbed Juanky's arm and dragged him out of the room.
The dim light of the *Kimyaku* stones in the corridor made the shadows flicker ominously.
Juanky no longer had the will to resist, and was simply forced to walk, his feet stumbling. Beyond his tear-blurred vision lay Leonhart's bedchamber.
His whole body trembled.
His teeth chattered uncontrollably.
(*I'm scared... I'm so scared... Someone... help me...*)
He screamed in his heart, but no voice came out. The sensation of his mouth being covered still lingered, and his throat burned.
They climbed the stairs. One step, then another.
The assassin's grip was cold, and terrifyingly calm. With a quietness that didn't suggest he was about to kill a man, he advanced through the darkness.
Unable even to wipe away his flowing tears, Juanky was simply forced to accompany this death march.
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