I Became a Slave to the Man I Abandoned Novel (Completed) - Chapter 148

Hiccup…! Ugh! Ahhh…!

Squelching sounds and the loud thud of bodies colliding echoed. Each time, Nox screamed out in moans, his hips trembling.

Feltion forcibly lifted Nox’s waist. Nox, now on his knees with his rear thrust upward, was relentlessly violated by Feltion. Ugh, the forced penetration made him retch involuntarily. As his lower body weakened and tried to collapse, Feltion forcibly gripped and lifted it. His pelvis ached intensely.

Nox desperately clung to the sheets, trying to escape, but all he could do was grip.

He didn’t even have the strength to lift his upper body. His limbs were tingling, making resistance difficult. Nox’s cheeks were stained with tears, and trickles of blood ran from the corners of his mouth.

Khalid’s throat was raw from spewing curses incessantly, and Nox’s lower abdomen felt heavy as Feltion repeatedly thrust deep inside him, ejaculating.

Ah, ahh. Ah. Now too exhausted to even bite his lips, moans escaped through his clenched teeth. Nox had reached climax so many times that his vision blurred.

Gasp, huff. Even as Nox gasped, unable to breathe properly, Feltion was intent on satisfying his own desires. No, he deliberately pushed Nox further. He wanted to engrave something in Nox’s deepest core that would never heal.

Feltion looked down at Nox, who couldn’t even prop himself up, then turned his head to look at Khalid. Khalid’s gaze was fixed on the bed where Feltion and Nox were entwined, not moving an inch.

His bloodshot eyes were visible. Feltion smiled faintly at Khalid’s face. The image of Khalid reaching out, as if chosen by Nox, came to mind. The fact that he was holding Nox right in front of Khalid evoked a strange sense of superiority.

Drip.

A trickle of blood ran from Khalid’s lips. His lower lip was ragged from how much he had bitten it. His intensely shining eyes stared at the Emperor as if to kill him.

Feltion released the hand supporting Nox’s pelvis, stretched out his arm, gripped Nox’s jaw, and tilted his head back. Nox’s hazy, dark eyes were visible. Dull from the drug and shock, his eyes were utterly turbid. Feltion gritted his teeth and smiled. He couldn’t have everything anyway.

After deciding to take Nox by force, he had discarded all greed. Even if it was only his body, whatever part of Nox became his, it didn’t matter. Feltion whispered to Nox, “Nox, you have to see Khalid, the one you were searching for.”

“Fel-tion…!” Khalid made a grinding sound, and Feltion maintained his smile, though he wasn’t amused. Nox gasped and tightly squeezed his eyes shut. The Emperor, still holding Nox’s jaw, slowly pulled his hips back, then thrust in forcefully. Gasp, a choking sound, as if breath was caught in his throat.

Feltion looked into Nox’s eyes, then kissed his gaping lips. He forced his tongue in as he had forced his member, ravaging Nox’s mouth at will. Then, crunch, a small sound accompanied by pain.

“…Nox Rainerio.”

“Hmph…”

Nox whimpered, tasting the blood from biting Feltion’s tongue. Feltion, somehow feeling it was a sneer, gritted his teeth, grabbed the back of Nox’s head, and slammed it against the bed. Then, he firmly shoved his slowly moving member deep inside, beginning to violently shake Nox as if he were a mere doll.

“Ugh, ack! Ughhh…! Hah!”

Nox’s hoarse cries mingled with the air like screams. He gasped, then trembled violently. Reaching another forced climax, Nox wailed like an animal. Feltion felt a vile satisfaction fill his lower abdomen.

Nox finally closed his eyes against the white blur of his vision. As his body went limp, Feltion pressed himself deep inside and reached his own climax. Having spilled himself entirely within, he exhaled raggedly and slowly withdrew.

So much had been released that foam-filled semen gushed out of Nox’s opening. Feltion looked down at Nox, who seemed to have lost consciousness again, and let out a hollow laugh. Nox’s continued resistance proved his actions were justified.

Feltion cruelly thought this as he slowly rose. He then put on his own gown, which had been prepared in a corner of the underground room.

Thump, thump. As he started to leave the room, Khalid, his voice raw, spoke.

“Aren’t you afraid of the aftermath?”

Feltion paused briefly.

“What should I fear?” the Emperor chuckled.

“Nox Rainerio can’t die anyway. He still has one blood relative left.”

“…Even after doing this?”

“This will officially be an incident that never happened, anyway,” Feltion said indifferently. Khalid glared at him through his sweat-soaked hair. Feltion met his blue eyes and scoffed.

“Wouldn’t that be better for Nox Rainerio, too?”

“…”

“Nox is intelligent. He’ll probably understand.”

With those words, Feltion left the underground room. The palace attendants waiting outside hastily followed him. Only the unconscious Nox and the chained Khalid remained in the cold underground room.

Khalid felt his own ragged breaths. His arms were soaked with blood, and his face was a mess of cold sweat. Khalid called out to Nox with a voice that was utterly hoarse and broken.

“Nox…”

His whole body trembled. He couldn’t bear to imagine what kind of look Nox would have when he woke up.

“Young Master. I…”

I failed to protect you, Young Master. Nox. Khalid gasped, unable to properly exhale. There was no sound from Nox.

Given that the Emperor had spoken of making it “an incident that never happened,” it seemed he wouldn’t be imprisoning Nox and himself here forever.

Khalid’s mouth was parched; he couldn’t even swallow, but he repeatedly moved his lips. No sound came out. His vision was blurry. He didn’t know how much time had passed since he arrived here, but it surely hadn’t been a full day.

Thud, thud.

Then, he heard someone entering. There were several people. They were dressed in palace attendants’ clothing. Were they going to do something? Khalid lifted his head and immediately snarled. But they remained unfazed, pulling out handkerchiefs and soaking them with an unidentified liquid.

“His Majesty ordered us to take care of this as quickly as possible…”

The handkerchiefs soon covered his nose and mouth. All Khalid, bound by chains, could do was twist his body.

Clunk! With a loud noise, the fixed chair moved. The attendants, frowning, grabbed his body. Khalid struggled to remain conscious. He couldn’t afford to pass out in this situation.

He sharply turned his head to avoid inhaling the drug. The attendant holding the handkerchief bit his lip and pressed it harder against Khalid’s nose and mouth.

Despite his resistance, it wasn’t long before Khalid’s head thumped and dropped. The attendants, having confirmed that Khalid was unconscious from the drug, began to move quickly.

They had to make it seem as if nothing had ever happened.

***

Rumble, rumble.

Khalid slowly opened his eyes. Confirming that his surroundings had changed, he abruptly sat up, hitting his head on the carriage ceiling. “Ugh,” he groaned, slumping back onto the seat. He was inside a carriage.

It was the Via family’s carriage, at that. Khalid sharply turned his head to check the coachman. It was indeed his own coachman.

He looked down at his hands.

His body had been thoroughly washed, and he was dressed in new clothes. His arm still throbbed, indicating his wounds hadn’t been treated, but that wasn’t what was important to Khalid right now.

“Carriage, turn the carriage around!”

He was alone in the carriage. The Imperial Palace had sent him back. What about Nox Rainerio? Nox! Khalid said urgently, and the coachman turned the carriage around.

The carriage easily reached the Rainerio mansion. In front of it, the Rainerio family’s carriage, which seemed to have just arrived at the mansion, was visible.

Khalid hastily dismounted from his carriage and ran towards the Rainerio family’s carriage. Its door was already open.

“Duke Via,”

He saw Estherion Launder stepping out, holding Nox in his arms. Deep anger simmered in Estherion’s eyes. Nox, still unconscious from the drug, remained limp in his embrace.

“I won’t ask what happened,” Estherion said.

“…”

“So please, just go back.”

Khalid replied to his words, “No.”

“…”

“I need to, I need to beg for forgiveness.”

Khalid’s face was pale, his eyelids wide. His blue eyes, devoid of light and narrowed, were visible.

“Forgiveness for what?”

“I… I couldn’t protect him.”

His voice trembled terribly.

“I…”

I couldn’t properly protect him.

His hoarse voice cracked tragically. Estherion Launder frowned. Nox smelled faintly of soap, indicating he had been thoroughly washed, and his clothes were not what he had worn, but new ones. Yet, a faint smell of blood emanated from his body. And his exposed nape was covered in marks, as if bitten by an animal.

“…Please, come inside for now.”

Estherion entered the mansion, still holding Nox. Khalid stood there, dumbfounded, watching his retreating back. What use could Nox possibly have for someone like me, who can’t even properly protect him?

His mind felt blank. But when Nox opened his eyes again, he had to beg, telling him that everything that happened wasn’t due to Nox’s carelessness, but his own foolishness. Khalid instinctively knew.

He couldn’t leave Nox Rainerio alone when he woke up again.