Chapter 3

Silas peeled back the swollen, glistening folds of Lucian’s pussy even further. As the wet, clinging flesh was stretched apart, the hardened clitoris at the crest poked out in shameless prominence.

Silas pressed his finger against it, firmly rubbing the turgid bud in circular strokes.

The dormant pleasure squirmed with hypersensitive spasms; each time the tailor’s fingertip ground in tight circles against the bud, Lucian felt as if his very soul were melting away.

“Nngh… Haah… N-No, not there…” Lucian cried out, his voice cracking in wild ecstasy. “Why… why does it feel like this… Ahnnn!”

Moaning in helpless agony, Lucian writhed, his waist twisting like a serpent across the cushions.

Rubbing the engorged pearl with a triumphant laugh, Silas asked, “You mean this? This is Your Majesty’s terribly lewd clitoris. Just rubbing it gently has juices gushing in torrents from your pussy hole, doesn’t it?”

As if to prove Silas’s words true, Lucian’s sensitive cleft immediately twitched and shivered, and an unbroken stream of slick juices spurted out in rapid, rhythmic bursts.

“Hieee… ah, aaah…!” Lucian cried out breathlessly.

Far from stopping, Silas grew only rougher with his hands. Clamping Lucian’s clitoris between two fingers, the tailor mercilessly scraped the sensitive bud with the hard edges of his fingernails.

“Ah, no… please…!”

With every scrape of Silas’s nails, Lucian’s entire body convulsed and bucked. Unable to endure the searing stimulation any longer, the young emperor broke into desperate sobs.

Silas feigned innocence, a brazen, oily smirk curling his lips.

“Whatever is the matter, Your Majesty?” Silas asked with mock concern. “Have we made you uncomfortable in some way?”

“Nngh… It’s tingling and itching so much… It feels like I need to piss… Hngh, down there feels so strange… It’s tormenting me…!” Lucian whimpered.

Lucian choked back sobs, the corners of his eyes flushed crimson as though he were on the verge of spilling over completely.

“Tormenting you?” Adrian asked with a wolfish grin. “Where does it ache so terribly? Right here?”

This time, Adrian raised the wooden ruler and pressed it against the entrance of Lucian’s wet slit, while Silas continued to pinch and toy with the emperor’s swollen clitoris without pause.

Silas took the engorged clitoris into his mouth and sucked it in deeply, grazing the bud with sharp teeth before biting down hard.

“Hyaaahk!” Lucian shrieked.

Overwhelmed by an explosive surge of intense pleasure, Lucian threw his head back and screamed uncontrollably.

“Ah… aaah…! No, stop, ah!” Lucian wailed, writhing helplessly beneath them.

Before Lucian could finish his plea, his intimate slit twitched once more and squirted out another gush of fluid. The thick, viscous arousal shot out and streamed down his thighs, already pooling into a glistening puddle on the floor.

Only then did Silas release the ruthlessly tormented clitoris. The small bud had already swelled to the size of a peanut, protruding completely past its retracted hood. Engorged and flushed with blood, the sensitive pearl trembled in the cool air, twitching as though begging for yet another round of stimulation.

A sheen of glistening moisture coated its surface, and Silas kept up the torment by rhythmically pressing and releasing his fingertip against it. Each time his finger pulled away, sticky threads of fluid stretched after it.

“Your Majesty, spilling your juices like this when we’ve barely touched you with our fingers…” Silas drawled, stroking the slick bud. “Wouldn’t it be far more fitting to just honestly call you a slutty pussy?”

“A slutty… pussy?” Lucian repeated in a daze.

“Indeed,” Silas explained smoothly, leaning close to the emperor’s ear. “A slutty pussy takes pain and turns it into pure pleasure. The harder it gets hit, the wetter it drips, and the wider it opens up for more.”

As Silas’s obscene whisper drilled into his ears, Lucian’s mind snapped blank. Then, as if executing a command already programmed into his thoughts, his head gave a slow, vacant nod.

Lucian’s face burned so hot he could not even lift his head, feverish desires dismantling what little remained of his royal pride.

“Nngh… It’s true… My slutty pussy is itching so terribly, it hurts… How do I make it stop? Please… please help me…” Lucian whimpered, hot tears spilling down his cheeks.

With a sinister smile, Silas murmured, “Very well, Your Majesty. Allow me to give you proper help.”

In that very instant—crack!

The wooden ruler struck hard against Lucian’s swollen, reddened cleft. The stinging pain was agonizing, yet that very agony burst through his body multiplied threefold—no, tenfold—into an overwhelming rush of ecstatic pleasure.

Lucian’s body shuddered uncontrollably, and another squirt of thick, sticky fluid erupted from his slit. At the same time, the cock that had remained rock-hard for so long finally erupted, spurting thick white semen into the air.

Even after the ejaculation ceased, the sticky aftershocks of pleasure crawled relentlessly through Lucian’s flesh.

Lucian’s slit continued to tremble and convulse. His clitoris, having just taken the ruler’s strike, had become madly sensitive to the slightest brush, tingling with electric heat as warm juices steadily leaked down the insides of his thighs.

Looking down at the soaked, softly sobbing emperor, Silas let out a dry scoff.

“Your Majesty truly was born with such a lewd, vulgar body,” Silas remarked with a sneer. “If you weren’t the emperor, you would have starved for cock worse than the filthiest whore in the brothels.”

Adrian clicked his tongue in taunting amusement. “Indeed,” he chimed in with a boisterous laugh. “When taking a single slap from a ruler makes you squirt your juices like that, who knows? If we actually ravished you in earnest, Your Majesty might even piss yourself! Hahaha!”

Silas and Adrian kneaded and fondled Lucian’s dripping cleft to their hearts’ content.

All the while, the wooden ruler struck down without mercy—smack! Crack! Slap! Dull thuds echoed with every blow to his bare flesh, and with each impact, Lucian’s hips jerked upward on their own. Occasionally, the edge caught him dead center on purpose, coaxing out uncontrollable shudders and fresh trickles of slick arousal.

“How does it feel, Your Majesty?” Silas taunted, pressing the edge of the ruler against the wet opening. “Itching so much down there that you want to die, isn’t it?”

At Silas’s words, an unbearable crawl like dozens of insects creeping along his inner walls spread through Lucian’s passage.

Panting for breath, Lucian kept his head thrown back and trembled as if in agony, yet he thrust his pelvis forward even further.

Sensations he had never experienced in his life shredded every coherent thought to pieces. His mind burned pure white, leaving only his body to squirm with desperate fervor. The arousal he had spent a lifetime repressing lay starkly bared, and the feverish heat inside him climbed higher without end.

“Hieeek! Break me… ruin meee—!” Lucian wailed.

Crack! With a flesh-trembling smack, the wooden ruler struck Lucian’s swollen, reddened clitoris dead-on.

The prominent, lewd pearl darted inward as if hiding within the slit, only to thrust outward again a second later. Swollen bright red, it seemed to find ecstasy in the pain, quivering continuously as though eagerly begging for the next strike.

Lucian’s moans pitched higher and higher, his head thrashing side to side as he lost all control. He instinctively attempted to snap his legs shut, but Silas seized the emperor’s calves and forced them all the way up beside Lucian’s head. Driven into that humiliating posture, Lucian’s lower half was splayed wide open, exposing every inch of his pulsing, wet hole to the room.

“To think you’ve loosened up this much… How troublesome,” Silas teased with an insolent grin. “I wonder what on earth we should stuff inside to satisfy you.”

Silas cautiously eased a single finger inside. Instantly, the inner folds clamped down from all sides, clinging so tightly around his finger that even the slightest movement took genuine effort.

“Nngh… My pussy… got hit so much… hngh… it’s so itchy… Please, ah, scrape inside my pussy… please…!” Lucian pleaded.

Seeing the emperor plead so desperately with tears brimming in his eyes, Silas and Adrian could no longer hold back their restraint. The two men roughly shoved down their trousers, freeing thick, rock-hard cocks already bulging with dark, sinuous veins.

Silas and Adrian placed their erect cocks directly into Lucian’s hands.

Lucian stared wide-eyed back and forth between the monstrous shafts. Even when spreading his fingers as wide as possible, a single hand could not completely encircle the sheer girth.

“Why such a look, Your Majesty?” Adrian asked with a mocking laugh. “Are you going to pretend you don’t know what these are when you’re already dripping wet? You threw such a desperate fuss about your hole itching so terribly. This is the very man’s cock that will scratch that itch to satisfaction. It tastes downright exquisite.”

With a crooked smirk, Adrian guided his throbbing shaft firmly against Lucian’s palm. Lucian gazed down blankly as the monstrous member swelled even harder within his grip.

The pungent, musky scent lingering at the tip of Lucian’s nose ought to have smelled foul, yet strangely enough, it tickled the tip of his tongue and made his mouth water.

Just as Adrian had said, it possessed a sensual aroma deeper and richer than any delicacy in the world. The sticky, sweet musk that wound through his senses proved so tantalizing that Lucian felt an irresistible urge to lap it up with his tongue.

Saliva flooded Lucian’s mouth, and that primal hunger traveled straight down between his legs, bathing his intimate cleft in a fresh rush of moisture.

As Lucian leaned in closer to inspect the pulsing cock, he could clearly see the thick veins running along the shaft twitching with heat.

Captivated by the sight, the emperor unconsciously poked out the tip of his small tongue and lightly licked the crown of the glans.

“Ssshh…” Silas hissed through his teeth.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Silas shuddered from head to toe. Emboldened by that reaction, Lucian opened his mouth wide. He strained to take the egg-sized glans past his lips, but his mouth was so small that he could manage only half the head at best.

Naturally, Adrian did not stand idly by.

Adrian grabbed Lucian’s hand, wrapping the emperor’s slender fingers firmly around his own shaft, and forced him to stroke it up and down.