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
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The assassin's hands were cold. Cold, like being wrapped in a snake's coils, so cold it felt like I couldn't breathe.
With my mouth covered, I was dragged through the dimly lit corridor. My feet tangled, and I nearly fell over and over again. I must have lost my shoes somewhere—the soles of my bare feet touched the cold stone directly, throbbing with pain.
(*Stop... let me go...*)
No voice came out. Only tears flowed endlessly, wetting the assassin's hand. The vein-stones mounted on the walls emitted a faint, pale blue light. That light, distorted by tears, blurred and multiplied before my eyes.
(*No one's here... someone...*)
There wasn't a single person in the corridor. Not Sebas, not Luna, not the soldiers. At this late hour, everyone was fast asleep. I couldn't even call for help.
Up the stairs. One step, then another. My legs felt heavy. My heart pounded so loudly my chest hurt. Deep in my ears, I could almost hear the sound of my own blood rushing—*whoosh, whoosh*.
Ahead, a large door came into view.
A heavy, double door engraved with a golden lion. Beyond it was the king's bedchamber.
(*Leonhart... the king...*)
When that name surfaced in my mind, I was stunned at myself. At a time like this, why was I thinking of that terrifying person? Why? But I couldn't help thinking that, in this castle, the only one who could overturn this situation was him.
Pathetic. Even though he scared me, I was already relying on him without realizing it.
The assassin twisted my arm up even harder. It hurt. My bone felt like it would break. A voiceless scream leaked out.
"You're a hostage now. Don't get in the way."
The words whispered in my ear were colder than ice. Then the assassin did something unbelievable.
Without hesitation, he kicked open the door to the king's bedchamber.
*Gortzimmer*.
The king's private room was filled with moonlight. Silver light streamed through the large windows, dyeing everything in the room a fantastical pale blue. The carpet, the furnishings, the enormous tapestry on the wall. And in the center of the room, the vast bed.
Upon it, long golden hair bathed in moonlight spread out like water.
"Hii...!"
I gasped. My vision swayed violently. I might die here. My life, which had fallen into this world, would end right here. For the first time, the image of my own death crystallized clearly in my mind, and the tears overflowed even more.
"Ah, u... uwa..."
Unable to resist any longer, I nearly collapsed on the spot. My legs had no strength left. *Forgive me. Help me.* I just kept repeating those words in my heart.
The assassin readied his knife. Moonlight ran along the blade.
"Wake up, Conqueror King."
The moment that voice shattered the silence—
The air changed.
It was the presence of a beast. The presence of an absolute predator who had devoured an entire continent flooded the room. A chill ran down my spine.
Eyes were open.
Golden, glaring, beast-like eyes fixed on prey.
Leonhart was already awake.
"...Hoh."
The king slowly raised his upper body. His long golden hair slid across the sheets with a sound like rustling silk. On his face, something resembling a smile had appeared. But his eyes weren't smiling at all. They blazed with a golden radiance.
"A knife in my bedchamber. You have rather fine taste."
The assassin moved. Using me as a shield, he thrust his blade toward Leonhart. It happened in an instant.
But Leonhart's reaction surpassed even that.
He leaped from the bed with an impossible motion. His golden hair scattered the moonlight, flashing as if you could hear a *shing*. His body stepped in at an angle that barely avoided me.
A knife-hand strike.
He struck the assassin's wrist.
*CLANG!*
The knife fell to the floor.
"Guh...!"
The strength drained from the assassin's arm. In that opening, Leonhart grabbed my collar and, as if tossing aside a kitten, threw me into the shadow of a pillar.
"Curl up there."
I tumbled across the floor, slamming my back against the pillar. It hurt. But more than that—
(*Did he just... save me?*)
Leonhart and the assassin clashed fiercely.
The assassin, his movements enhanced by vein-arts, picked up the fallen knife and slashed at Leonhart. But Leonhart dodged and parried it with his bare hands. An elbow drove into the assassin's face with a dull thud. The sound of bone breaking.
A table flipped over. A vase shattered, water splashing everywhere. The window glass shattered into pieces, and cold outside air blew into the room. The fragments glittered in the moonlight.
Trembling in the shadow of the pillar, I could only watch the two of them fight.
Leonhart's way of fighting was purely terrifying. Every single blow was heavy. And on top of that, he had instantly shunted me—the hostage—to safety and gone on the offensive. The speed of that judgment wasn't just a matter of experience; it was something alien.
(*This man... really is a monster.*)
But that monster was on my side right now.
A strange sense of relief swirled in my chest alongside the fear.
The assassin was clearly being overwhelmed. Even with the enhancement of vein-arts, he couldn't dodge Leonhart's attacks. Bleeding from his face, he was driven back against the wall. Cold wind blew in from the window, and moonlight illuminated the battlefield.
"...Tch."
The assassin clicked his tongue. He must have judged he couldn't win.
In the next instant, the assassin's hand moved.
A final knife was thrown, aimed at Leonhart.
No, that wasn't it.
The knife slightly changed its angle in midair. Its target was—me, in the shadow of the pillar.
"Little bird!!"
Leonhart reached out his hand. He tried to deflect the knife. But he was one step short. He couldn't reach it.
The knife sank deep, deep into my right shoulder.
"...Huh?"
No voice came out.
I didn't understand what had happened.
I just felt a spreading heat around my shoulder. Then, I saw something red gushing out of my body more and more. Like water leaking from a dam, unstoppable, pulsing out.
(*Ah... blood really does come out this much.*)
I thought that, strangely calm.
The next moment.
"I-it...! It hurts, it huuurts!!"
The intense pain arrived belatedly. My shoulder burned. It was being cut. A crushing pain raced through my entire body. I tried to touch it to pull the knife out, but my fingers slipped on the blood, making it hurt even more, and I let go immediately.
A pool of blood spread across the floor. My blood. Red. So very red.
(*No, I don't want to die... why, why am I always so unlucky...*)
Tears, blood, and pain made my head a mess.
The strength left my legs, and I crumbled to the floor, slumping down.
That's when it happened.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Leonhart's face change.
It wasn't a playful smile. It wasn't calculating calmness. I never knew that man could make such a face.
It was pure, unadulterated rage.
"Sebas!! Bring a physician immediately! Run!!"
Leonhart's roar echoed throughout the room.
Sebas, who had been waiting in the corridor, threw open the door and burst in. His usually sleepy eyes were now wide open.
"At once."
Saying just that, Sebas, without a single quip, immediately sprinted down the corridor. It was the first time I had ever seen Sebas move that fast.
The assassin had already leaped out through the broken window and vanished.
My consciousness slowly faded away. Deep in my ears, only the sound of my own heartbeat seemed terribly loud. *Thump, thump*, it was slowing down.
Leonhart knelt in the pool of blood. Not caring that his expensive clothes were stained with blood, he crouched beside me.
"Don't move. Leave the knife as it is."
The king's hand gently pressed down on the knife stuck in my shoulder with his bare hand. He was trying to stop the bleeding. Hot blood overflowed from between the king's long fingers, dripping onto the floor.
I felt like that hand was trembling. Maybe I just imagined it. Was it anger, or something else? I couldn't tell anymore.
"Stay with me."
The king's voice sounded distant, as if heard from underwater. But the golden eyes right in front of me were more serious than ever before, and yet, for some reason, they didn't look scary.
(*That's strange... he's such a terrifying person, so why does he have a face that isn't scary right now?*)
With my hazy mind, I thought about that.
Then, I couldn't think about anything anymore.
My vision blurred and darkened. The darkness slowly crept up from my feet, enveloping my body. Leonhart was shouting something. But I couldn't hear it anymore.
All sounds, everything in the world, grew distant.
Just like that, I fell into the darkness.
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