I Became a Slave to the Man I Abandoned Novel (Completed) - Chapter 145

Khalid’s body visibly faltered. Nox rose from his seat in alarm, but for a moment, his vision swam.

Khalid gritted his teeth, bracing himself against the table, but his body wouldn’t obey, and he ultimately collapsed. Nox, feeling his eyes roll back, desperately tried to glare at Feltion.

The arm gripping his chair trembled violently. What in the world is he trying to do?

‘Damn it.’

Had he let his guard down, even for a moment, just because Khalid was with him? Nox bit out, “What… what have you… done?”

“It’s nothing,” The Emperor’s face was obscured by the shadows cast by the curtains. Nox frowned, struggling to see his expression, before finally collapsing to the floor.

Feltion rose from his seat and lifted him into his arms. He thanked the unresisting body and deeply kissed Nox’s slightly arched neck.

Hmph, he inhaled deeply.

How long had it been since he smelled his scent? It felt as if it was always his, a scent he missed. Even though he had never truly held him completely in his hands. Feltion scoffed at himself, holding Nox, and commanded, “To the underground room.”

“Understood,” came the flat replies of the palace attendants. Feltion, as if he hadn’t heard them, whispered softly into Nox’s ear, “I didn’t truly build that room to be used.”

It was a kind of excuse. But as Feltion uttered the words, he realized the sentence was riddled with lies. No, no. Feltion walked slowly, holding Nox.

“I’m sorry, that was a lie. I don’t know when it would have been, but I probably would have done anything to bring you down and keep you in my grasp.”

The very idea of building a room he wouldn’t use, merely as a warning, was absurd. Feltion resented his past self and regretted it. If Nox had shown him even a sliver of affection, no matter how small, he might have lived his entire life as that foolish Emperor who built a uselessly beautiful room underground.

“But Nox, you tested my patience,” the Emperor stated, his voice laced with bitterness. If you hadn’t screamed Khalid’s name like that, burrowing into his arms, I wouldn’t have gone this far.

If Nox had been conscious, he would have scoffed at the flimsy excuses, but he was now unconscious, held docilely in Feltion’s embrace. Feltion was utterly satisfied with this situation.

He slowly carried the unconscious Nox down to the basement of his palace, to the place deeply hidden beneath the central hall staircase, not the dungeon.

The underground library, originally built to store ancient texts, had been completely gutted. In its place, a dazzlingly opulent room had been created, complete with an unnecessarily grand chandelier, luxurious sofas, a tea table, and a large, wide bed. Feltion laid Nox onto the bed. Nox’s unconscious body slumped onto the mattress.

“Your Majesty, what shall we do?”

And at that moment, Khalid, now unconscious, was dragged in by several palace attendants.

“Tie him up.”

The Emperor sat leisurely on the bed, his expression chilling.

Nox’s pale, unconscious face pleased him more than he’d expected. Instead of the sharply honed gaze Nox usually directed at him, Feltion recalled the face Nox wore as a slave, how his eyebrows would droop, and he’d plead whenever Feltion did something. He wanted to see that face again.

“Aphrodisiac.”

“Yes.”

“Bring the aphrodisiac.”

“Understood.”

One palace attendant went up to fetch the aphrodisiac, while the other forcibly seated Khalid in a chair and tied his arms and legs. Clink, the sound of chains hitting the floor echoed. Feltion finally felt as though everything was going according to his will.

Feltion slowly stroked Nox’s unconscious hair. As he traced the pale forehead, still damp with cold sweat, the attendant who had gone upstairs carefully presented a small bottle.

Feltion grasped Nox’s jaw, opened his mouth, and poured the liquid from the bottle onto his lips. Then, gently tilting his chin back, he kissed him. He pressed his tongue down to open Nox’s throat, making him swallow the aphrodisiac. Then, he rubbed and sucked Nox’s compliant tongue before lifting his head.

His lips gleamed, and his eyes shone with desire. The Emperor, having completed all preparations, stated, “No one is to enter this room until I call for you.”

“Understood, Your Majesty.”

The attendants quickly left the room. No one grasped what was happening, but the Emperor’s eyes were like a madman’s, making them fix their gaze on the floor to avoid his stare.

Feltion waited for the two to awaken, savoring the faint taste of the aphrodisiac mingling on his sweet tongue. He was utterly content.

***

The Emperor’s faction nobles in the Imperial Palace were flustered by the sudden disappearance of the three men.

For them, it was simply unbelievable. Two men, one of whom was Feltion, the Emperor, had bolted from the meeting as soon as news broke that Duke Rainerio was in distress.

“What could he possibly be thinking?”

“What could he be thinking?”

“With the succession still to consider, to continue with a man in such a scandalous way…”

“Enough,” one of them stepped in to mediate the conversation. It seemed they were on the verge of badmouthing the Emperor. One person calmly assessed the situation.

“Let’s disperse today and reconvene for the next regular meeting.”

“…Yes, let’s do that.”

And so, they scattered, leaving the Imperial Palace, unaware of what was unfolding beneath their very feet.

Outwardly, the Imperial Palace seemed as peaceful as ever. Even though three key figures of the Emperor’s faction had died, Khalid Via still remained—the Emperor’s right-hand man, a man who would cut down anyone to advance.

The sky was painted a deep gray. It was the rainy season, so it couldn’t be helped. Fortunately, not a single drop of rain fell today. The observer’s prediction was that rain would pour again next week, so it seemed they wouldn’t have to worry about rain this week.

Unlike the nobles who had left the palace, the palace attendants in the Imperial Palace held their breath. No one dared to even glance at the stairs leading to the basement. They weren’t concerned about the safety of the two men dragged below. They simply felt uneasy about this bizarre turn of events.

And so, those who had expected Nox Rainerio to emerge triumphantly from the palace using his immunity were met with unexpected news: Duke Rainerio had not left the palace. Yet, he wasn’t imprisoned in the dungeon either. The nobles were busy with their own conjectures.

“Could it be some kind of deal?”

“Given His Imperial Majesty and Duke Nox Rainerio, it’s certainly possible.”

“In that case, Duke Rainerio really was the one who killed those three…”

“Nothing can be confirmed yet.”

Each noble strained their ears to their own information sources, watching the Imperial Palace’s movements closely.

The Emperor’s faction nobles, believing their Emperor wouldn’t betray their trust and hoping he would wisely resolve this situation, and the aristocratic faction nobles, hoping for Nox Rainerio to defy the Emperor’s absolute command and further elevate their prestige—all awaited Nox Rainerio.

None of them, not a single one, had any idea what was happening in the underground room of the Imperial Palace.

***

Since Khalid had given him a strong drug, it would be difficult for Nox to regain consciousness. The Emperor, who had intended to calmly wait for the two, or rather Nox, to awaken, felt his patience wearing thin.

Is this what a beast feels like, waiting with prey in sight? Feltion slowly climbed onto the bed, positioning himself over Nox. He carelessly tossed aside his jacket, then removed the cravat neatly tied around his neck, before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, one by one.

As each button came undone, Nox’s well-toned body was revealed. It seemed his recent rigorous training had significantly improved his physique. Feltion was suddenly overcome with a sense of regret.

How wonderful it would be if I knew this body too. Wouldn’t it be even more satisfying if I knew your body in its prime, when it was at its strongest? Back then, if you had forgotten the humiliation you dealt me and humbled yourself to contact me, could our relationship have been different?

Feltion didn’t know. And now, the past was irrelevant, for before him lay such delectable prey. Dark green eyelashes, the color of his hair, rested gently over closed eyelids.

Hah, Feltion exhaled roughly, then roughly stripped away Nox’s lower garments. Two long legs were revealed. Though still unconscious, his skin had a subtly reddish tinge, as if the drug was taking effect. Everything about it stimulated Feltion.

“Open your eyes, Nox,” Feltion whispered, positioning himself between Nox’s legs and resting his forehead against Nox’s own. His lips were parched. “You must open them now. Or else…”

He couldn’t hold back any longer. A large hand slowly stroked upward from Nox’s knee, tracing his firm, muscular thigh.

Feltion opened his mouth wide and bit into Nox’s nape. He wrapped his arms around Nox’s waist, pulling their bodies tightly together. Feltion’s erection, already hard since he administered the aphrodisiac, was overtly evident beneath his lower garments.

Whether it caused bruising or drew blood, Feltion dug his teeth into Nox’s nape, pressing his hips against Nox’s naked body, thrusting. Nox’s unconscious body swayed like a doll with his movements.

Haa, Feltion felt an overwhelming surge of excitement. Nox, lying compliantly without any signs of resistance, was surprisingly not bad, no, rather quite good.

“Of course, I like it when you look at me.”

I like it when those darkened eyes hold me. Feltion now lowered his lips to Nox’s sleeping mouth. He gently parted Nox’s closed lips and kissed him deeply, then slid a hand between his slowly parting thighs.

Due to the effects of the aphrodisiac, Nox’s manhood was subtly swollen even in sleep. As Feltion’s hand descended, the untouched flesh behind the member pressed against his fingertips.

The Emperor was momentarily entranced, knowing it would soon be forcibly taken by his own.

“More than Khalid…”

The desire to carve something deeper into you.

Feltion wanted to inflict a scar on Nox greater than anything else. So that whenever Nox looked at it, he would think of nothing else, only him.

Creak.

And then, a sound of movement. Clink, the sound of chains being pulled.

Ah, Khalid Via. He woke up first.