Chapter ７

Schning needs a lot of attention to stimulate himself until he falls into an erotic trance, which takes a while and it's over. He endured cynical glances and swallowed all the shame.

It was a very painful moment, and he never expected that masturbation would become so difficult until milky liquid spouted out of his palm, and his breath became so powerful at the last minute. So he felt that he really went to heaven.

Heaven. . . Not a paradise to relax from his passion, but a paradise after he came out of hell, where there was a monster named Alan.

"Enough... satisfied?"

Pain and the painful moment passed, Chanin shouted, trying to control his breathing, but there was still a gasp in the air.

Run crossed the other leg and laughed after the performance.

"Poor".

Chanin also has a different idea. He looks pitiful now, and even feels sorry for himself, because he can't do anything to get the people in front of him to agree to sign the contract and sell his life to Bran, but forget it this time. He wanted to leave his face, not because of shame. He has experienced a moment of shame. He thought that if he went on, he might not be able to restrain his emotions, so that he accidentally did more stupid things.

"If it's all over, I'm leaving."

Then he took hold of the cloak on the floor, wiped his hands gently, stood up, and tried to put it back, but he paused.

"Do I allow you?"

"What do you want me to do?"

He suddenly pulled himself back from behind in a gentle tone, causing Alan to narrow his eyes slightly, and Chanin felt that he was almost out of control.

I'm glad Run doesn't pay attention, because he has more interesting things to do.

"Sit down."

Chanin exhaled, threw away his robes, knelt down again, gazed at his master, and waited for the other's orders. There was a gleam of tenacity in her slender eyes, which made her realize, amusing, that although her actions had been carried out according to orders, her heart had not received her consent.

"You have done well today, and I will reward you."

"What reward?"

"Kneel down and turn around."

Run, who never answered Chanin's question directly, repeated it, then, pretending not to care, turned around, picked up the cigarette on the table, nodded with a blank face, and sat Chanin for a moment to see if he should follow this order. He hesitates because he knows what position it takes to turn his back on Run and say kneel, but certainly not kneel straight.

... . Kneeling on four legs like a dog.

That's why Mamoru forced him to clean himself with that damn equipment.

I can't think about what will happen in the future, and I don't want to do it, but. . .

"I don't like repeating the same thing. It's annoying."

Although the threat was not an immediate threat, he knew what would happen, and if he did not, he leaned forward, put his hand on the ground, and slowly turned his back on Bran.

The gap in the back was full of muscles, which made Ran smile before raising his feet to his hips. As a result, Chanin dropped his glasses from his face before he could stand up.

You bastard!

I can only gnash my teeth before I hear the order.

"Get up."

Chanin soon returned to his original position, gained a firm foothold and prepared to deal with it. He didn't want to be knocked over by Ranin again, but this time he didn't get stepped on. . .

"Don't move, don't move."

At the end of the sound, Chanin felt some solids slowly rupture between his hips, and then panicked when the solids rubbed against sensitive parts of his skin. Turning around, it turned out to be the tip of Lanny's leather shoes, while the other person smiled and poked him with his leg, which made his pain worse.

Chanin doesn't care why Run wears leather shoes instead of a bathrobe, or whether he can find out. He can only blush. As Ran grew younger and his jaw bulged more, he endured his disgrace with all his might.

"Like a dog in heat, slave."

Not only behavior, words, but also wanton trampling on dignity made Ajanin blush with anger.

It's not that the pain of scratching the edge of the insole is too great, and he can't stand the insult.

This is despicable!

He was still trying to clench his teeth, but he accidentally pressed his hand clenched on the floor. He was so angry that he could hardly stand it, and then had to scream, and when he was hit with all his strength, this time he didn't overturn like the first one.

"Your prize tonight."

Landra returned to his legs, stuffed the cigarette between his slender fingers into his lungs, and suddenly gave an order.

"Go away." And pretend not to be interested.

Chanin got up quickly, grabbed his coat, gently walked out, opened the door, and then left, not forgetting to vent his emotions by closing the door with all his strength.

Lane looked at the black red wine left in the glass, took a sip, and then smiled.

"We're going to have a good time..."

This is crazy!

Chanin could only shout in his heart, wondering why he was forced to do such a thing, only because he was resentful of his father's abandonment. It had nothing to do with him, even though his mother was involved. It's no different from being a child to come back this way.

Even so, Chanin can do nothing but bow his head and accept fate, even if his heart strongly opposes it. But when I could not get rid of the clutches of the beast, I had to be forced to do something every night that made me feel ashamed and humiliated.

There is a second time when there is a first time.

The second time, and many times, it went on endlessly. It was a vicious circle, and Chanin didn't want to refute it at all.

But what should I do to break free, or I must die before I leave him,

For almost a week, he had been locked up in the bedroom of the old house where he had grown up, doing dirty things to him every night. Although the time is short, he thinks it is very long. While he has not been abused or degraded, as initially predicted, he is now utterly disgusted with himself.

I never thought I was so dirty. . . This is the only feeling that recurs on a man's head after facing the beast on his first night.

In the past few days, Chanin thought he had enough, and tried to think optimistically. At least Ran didn't want to abuse his power and take away all his dignity, so he had a mentality of worrying about his mother. Normally he visits his mother at the hospital almost every day, but now he is more worried than ever, not just because of her symptoms, but because more of her men are stationed there.

To be honest, he is more worried about his mother's safety than her illness. To make matters worse, he didn't hear from his mother at all, and even feared that she would die.

I thought so, so I decided that tonight I would ask her permission to go to see her mother, though she knew it was difficult, for she gave her the condition that she would let her go if she satisfied her. But Chanin can't see when Run will be satisfied. Every time he goes to the room, Run will sit and watch him perform until the performance is over, and then return to the room. Sometimes he will leave some small wounds on his body as a reward. For us, this is not contentment.

It's called punishment. . . Punish him not guilty.

When I heard Mamoru knocking at the door and telling me to go to dinner, every anger in my heart was killing away. Just like every day.

"I'm ready tonight, too." The sentence that slipped down from the thick lips is still the same as usual.

Chanin nodded and walked downstairs along the broad backboard, telling Mamoru to turn around.

"What's up?"

Mamoru instinctively asked, when he saw Chanin's strange expression before he spoke.

"Do you think he'll allow it if I'm going to see my mother tonight?"

"Yes, it depends on whether you satisfy the master."

Mamoru replied with a grain of salt, with wrinkles between his brows.

"What will you be satisfied with? I don't know he will be satisfied with me one day," his tone became bland as he spoke.

Mao stared at the young man in front of him and said motionless, "If the young master is satisfied, he will tell you."

Then he turns around and lets Chanin sigh behind him without getting the answer he wants. Mamoru is a good caregiver, but he is as difficult to read minds as Ran, which sometimes makes Chanin uncomfortable.

There is no one here to trust. . .

Finally, I got Mamoru's advice to ask Ran. Today, the other party is in a good mood, and it is not difficult to negotiate with him. Chanin listened and arranged a wash, then went straight to Ran's room, and Mamoru took him there as usual. After a few knocks, the door was opened. When Mamoru Panchanin entered the room, Ran was still sitting on the same sofa, posing in a powerful position every day, and his eyes were keen to see him before he spoke.