I Became a Slave to the Man I Abandoned Novel (Completed) - Chapter 146

Khalid’s head throbbed as if it would split open. When he tried to move his arm, there was a clunking sound. Unaware of the strangeness of the noise, he forced his eyes open, though they struggled to focus.

“You woke up faster than I expected. Even after using that much. Are you a beast, perhaps?” A languid, sharp voice greeted him. Khalid managed to lift his head.

He blinked several times to clear his still blurry vision. Feltion patiently waited for him.

“Your… Majesty…” Khalid’s voice, deeply hoarse, escaped him. Feltion felt a faint smile touch his lips at the sound. He then pulled Nox’s waist closer on the bed.

Having finally cleared his vision, Khalid looked forward. The moment he saw Nox on the bed, his face deathly pale, his blue eyes widened, and his lips parted.

“Your… Majesty!”

Thump! The chair violently jolted. A sound like a dying shriek overlapped with his cry. Feltion watched him, leisurely sucking and gnawing on Nox’s nape.

He gnawed until it bruised, filling his mouth with the salty taste of blood.

“Hmph, huh…” Feltion spoke to Khalid, who was still disoriented from the drug’s effects. “You held back your affection.”

“…”

“I mean, for me,” Feltion said self-mockingly. His palm stroked Nox’s bare waist, then moved to explore the inner part of his thigh. He stroked the still-dry opening repeatedly, gazing at Nox’s limp body with apparent affection.

“Don’t… don’t do something you’ll regret…” Khalid twisted his shoulder. Clink, clack. The sound of chains clashing echoed. Feltion casually pressed his lips to Nox’s chest, thinking, What ‘something to regret’? He lightly bit the skin near Nox’s chest, which was warm with fever.

“I will regret it.”

“But… why!”

“Because I felt it in that underground dungeon.”

“Whatever you felt…” Khalid’s words were sharply cut off by Feltion.

“The fact that the deepest, darkest part of him holds the wound you inflicted.” His lips twisted fiercely, then he smiled meaningfully. “I was insanely jealous of that.”

Khalid’s lips parted. He understood what Feltion meant. Feltion was jealous even of the very thing Khalid regretted so terribly.

Feltion, seeing Nox struggling to breathe properly in the dungeon, eventually reaching out to him again, wanted to do the same thing.

To leave Nox Rainerio with a wound he could never bear alone, and then to lick that wound himself. Khalid tried desperately to break free from the chair, but it was firmly fixed to the floor, and the chains held him fast.

Clang, clink, clack. Only the loud clashing of metal filled the room. Khalid screamed at Feltion.

“Don’t, don’t do this!”

“Why?”

“He… he doesn’t have, no, Nox has no more room for scars.”

“Oh, really?” Feltion smiled crookedly. “Because he’s filled with the scars you left?”

Khalid’s mouth involuntarily closed.

“They say hatred and love are but a thin line apart.”

“Your Majesty.”

“Yes, even if he doesn’t want me, if he dreams of me by hating me, if he thinks of me all day long, if he spends most of his life hating me…” A smile spread across Feltion’s face. Then perhaps it will be alright. His face looked somewhat bewitched.

“He might bitterly regret this choice of mine, and even shed tears. No.”

“…”

“He will regret it.”

Instead of living with regret, Feltion believed he could erase Khalid Via’s presence from Nox and fill that void with himself.

He was content to live as a foolish man; he had no intention of backing down from this strong impulse. Leisurely, he settled Nox’s unconscious body beneath his own, embracing him and inhaling his scent. The clinking of chains was inconsequential.

Feltion’s hand gripped Nox’s thigh so tightly it seemed it might burst. Red marks appeared on the pale skin, and his fingernails seemed to dig into the flesh. But Nox, still unconscious, simply lay limp.

Sitting between Nox’s legs, Feltion bit his lip, trying desperately to suppress a smile. He was excited by the terrible mark he was about to leave on Nox, yet his heart pounded, knowing Nox’s hateful gaze would soon be fixed on him. But more than that, the sheer reality of finally holding him seemed to overload his brain. How desperately he had waited for this moment.

“Nox…”

His thick, coarse fingers rubbed over Nox’s dry opening. While he wouldn’t mind seeing blood, Feltion didn’t want to inflict such simple pain. He transferred some oil from a side table to his hand, then placed one of Nox’s legs over his shoulder, letting the oil flow into the naturally parted opening.

The cool oil quickly warmed to Nox’s body temperature. Feltion rubbed the sensitive entrance, then slowly slid a finger into the gradually widening gap. Nox’s sleeping body twitched once at the sensation of a knuckle rubbing against his perineum.

Even that small reaction set Feltion’s body ablaze. Finally, he pushed one finger, adequately lubricated, deep into Nox’s core. A groan escaped Nox’s lips.

Feltion felt as if his fingertips would melt. The inside was hot, and the soft inner walls tightly constricted his finger. Ah, what expression would he make if I forced my way in?

Hoping Nox would awaken, Feltion bent his index finger slightly and slowly rubbed the inside. Nox’s brow, still unconscious, furrowed slightly, but that was all; there was no sign of him properly waking.

Feltion brought his lips to Nox’s, licking with his tongue as he pushed in a second finger. Perhaps because it hadn’t been used in a long time, it was exceedingly tight, even with just two fingers. Feltion decided not to rush. There was plenty of time.

As long as he held Nox here. There was no need to be anxious.

Feltion spread his fingers like scissors. Nox, with closed eyes, twitched faintly, but there was still no significant reaction. Gently rubbing Nox’s member, which was forcefully erect due to the drug, Feltion lightly probed his opening.

A squelching sound continued, brazenly.

Khalid watched the scene with wide-open eyes. He wanted to vomit, his stomach churning. He twisted his wrists until his skin peeled, but there was no way to break free from the chains wrapped tightly around his forearms.

He wished Nox wouldn’t wake up. He wished he would remain unconscious, forever unaware of this situation. But he knew well that Feltion wouldn’t just leave Nox with his eyes closed.

Feltion straightened up and kissed Nox’s calf, which was resting on his shoulder. Khalid gritted his teeth. His fangs tore at his skin, and he tasted blood, but Khalid couldn’t release his bitten lip.

“…Your Majesty, stop. I’m telling you to stop here.”

He cried out several times, but Feltion seemed not to hear Khalid’s voice.

Feltion left teeth marks on Nox’s calf, then pushed his two already inserted fingers deeper into the opening, probing it minutely. A sticky, wet sound mingled with the clinking of chains.

Feltion’s manhood was already intensely hot and swollen, overtly asserting its presence beneath his lower garments. Feltion wanted Nox to “properly feel” it when he opened his eyes.

If their encounter was only about pain, Nox would simply perceive it as violence. But if Feltion forced pleasure upon him, Nox Rainerio would experience something deeper than anything else, something profoundly…

Feltion’s lips parted.

Feltion wanted Nox to live with that wound forever. So, even as his own erection felt like it would burst, he gritted his teeth, smiled, and endured.

A third finger slid into the slightly loosened opening. The hole, now containing three thick fingers, seemed to reward the probing; it squeezed the fingers appropriately and made a wet sound as if sucking them inward.

Feltion exhaled a hot breath, bent his three fingers, and began to gently scrape the inside.

He saw the muscles inside Nox’s parted thighs tense. Feltion felt it wouldn’t be long now. He continued to gently rub and push against the inner walls, even as he supported Nox’s waist with one hand. And then he precisely rubbed the spot he still remembered, the point where Nox felt sensation. Nox’s body suddenly twitched and shook violently.

Blood dripped onto Khalid’s jaw. His tongue turned red with blood. His eyelids, holding his blue eyes, sprang wide open.

Ah, Nox, please don’t open your eyes. He had pleaded, but Nox’s dark green eyelashes trembled and then slowly opened. Through them, widely dilated black pupils were visible.

“Ah…!”

Nox Rainerio unconsciously arched his head back, letting out a moan from the overwhelmingly intense stimulation. His toes curled.

Nox Rainerio knew too well what this sensation was. Because of that, he fumbled, lowering his hands. Feltion’s hand, which had been supporting Nox’s waist, lightly crossed and gripped both of Nox’s wrists.

“Are you awake?”

Yet, his voice was nothing but sweet.