I Became a Slave to the Man I Abandoned Novel (Completed) - Chapter 9

It was the season when leaves had just begun to fall. The trees in the garden were slowly, subtly, painting themselves in hues of red. That time when the oppressive heat lifted, and everything held its breath for the new season to truly arrive.

It was during this transition that the emperor changed. And with his ascension, countless noble estates, once standing tall and proud, crumbled. Among them was the house of Nox Rainerio. An ancient lineage, stronger and more enduring than any other, ruined solely by the hand of his father.

No, it wasn’t just his fault.

His own foolish self had also been deceived and cast aside by Peltion, now the emperor. Nox offered a self-deprecating smile. Shoved unceremoniously into someone else’s room, unable to sit or stand properly, he had no right to resent anyone.

Creak.

The bathroom door opened again. From it emerged Khalid, dressed in a similar gown to Nox. He seemed to notice Nox staring out the terrace window, for he spoke slowly, yet firmly.

“Jumping from here in that state will only break your legs.”

“I wasn’t thinking of escaping ” Nox suddenly realized his tone was inappropriate. “I wasn’t.”

A crooked smile played on Khalid’s lips. Nox met his gaze directly rather than lowering his head. There was so much he wanted to know.

How did you live after that? Was your life alright? Did you resent me greatly? If so, how much resentment did it take for you to spare my life? So many words that couldn’t be spoken aloud.

Nox looked at Khalid, who wore a gown similar to his own. What had he been wearing when Nox first saw him? Ah, yes, rusted armor smelling of blood. Nox narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to decipher Khalid’s intentions. And through that thin gaze, Khalid strode forward and clamped a hand around his throat.

Cough!

“Why? Do you think staring like that will let you see into my mind?”
Khalid seized his throat with one hand, dragging him across the floor before flinging him onto the bed. Nox, gasping for air, coughed briefly. But before the cough could subside, Khalid pressed down on his shoulders and climbed on top of him. Slowly, yet with a rough, overpowering force, like a beast well aware there was no one to stop him.

Forcibly pinned to the bed, Nox tried to push himself up, but Khalid’s heavy weight wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t move. This wasn’t the small child he had once held in his arms. That fact struck him with a new, startling clarity… and a strange dread crushed him.

“…Khalid?”

In his distress, he uttered a name he shouldn’t have. Khalid’s eyes instantly changed. He pressed down on Nox’s neck, slamming him back into the bed.

“That’s not how you should address me.” His voice was a low growl. “And it’s not a name you, of all people, are permitted to speak.”

“……”

Nox bit down hard on his lip. It felt as if words he had once spoken were now being thrown back at him. Khalid lowered his head, whispering right in front of Nox’s face, who remained silent.

“From today, this is your mission.”

Releasing Nox’s neck, Khalid sat up and untied his gown. Nox slowly exhaled the breath he’d been holding, gazing at the man now towering over him.

From his shoulders down, Khalid’s body was covered in scars. His solid physique, thick forearms, and narrow waist were clearly visible. And then…

“……”

Nox lost his words when he spotted the large erection below. He couldn’t believe that the small child he once knew had grown up and was now aroused by him, a mere slave. Unthinkingly, still pinned beneath Khalid, he tried to pull the sheets and escape. A firm hand instantly pressed down on his shoulder once more.

“If you resist here, it’ll be a far more hellish experience.”

Nox stammered, “No, this, this isn’t right…”

This isn’t right. At those words, Khalid released his shoulder and yanked his hair back.

“Ugh…!”

“What isn’t right?” His voice was a low whisper. “I brought you here for this very reason.”

Nox choked. He had never once imagined Khalid desiring him. He had envisioned a life of true slavery, burdened with endless labor, utterly debased and abused, but never lying on Khalid’s bed. With trembling hands, Nox clutched the sheets tightly.

“Please, please, Khalid. Don’t ”

The words “don’t do this” were stifled as Khalid’s large hand clamped over his mouth. A hand so big it covered both his nose and mouth, pressing firmly against his face, allowing no breath. Nox instinctively twisted his shoulders, scratching at Khalid’s hand, trying to escape. But the more he struggled, the harder Khalid pressed him down.

“I’ll say this one last time,” he spat, as if chewing the words. “You, of all people, have no right to utter my name.”

The words dropped like a warning. Nox, face flushed from lack of air, nodded. Khalid stared down at his face for a long time, not removing his hand until Nox was visibly suffering from lack of oxygen. More and more. Just as Nox’s eyes seemed about to roll back, Khalid finally released him, and the sound of Nox desperately gasping for air filled the room.

Cough, cough.

Choking on his rapid breaths, Nox coughed a few times before noticing Khalid untying his gown. Slowly, the cord wrapped around his waist loosened and fell, and the fabric flowed open, revealing his naked body beneath. Khalid’s gaze swept over Nox’s exposed form as he asked,

“How are you supposed to address me?”

“……”

Nox’s lips parted slightly. He thought he had accepted everything, but it seemed he hadn’t. Sensing his hesitation, Khalid’s eyes fell on the bruised cheek of Nox, a mark from another man’s hand. Khalid clicked his tongue, then raised his hand.

Smack!

Nox’s head snapped to the side, and his eyes widened, unable even to scream. The boy said no, the man had slapped him. He tasted blood in his mouth, the wound likely reopened. Never in his life had Nox imagined such a situation. His breath naturally grew ragged, ragged with gasps. Khalid looked down at him coldly, his hand raised again as if ready to strike once more.

“Again.”

“…Master.”

“Good.”

Khalid slowly raked his fingernail across the cheek he had just slapped, a vibrant red. He meticulously etched every flinch from Nox into his memory.

How long had he yearned for this moment? He swallowed hard, then slowly stroked Nox’s body, which was now looking up at him. Khalid lightly gritted his teeth at the sight of the firm physique revealed by the loosened gown.

The solid, broad shoulders, the hips narrowing into a triangle, the firmly muscled thighs, everything about Nox stimulated him. Khalid let out a low growl from deep in his throat and gripped Nox’s legs, spreading them wide.

“Ah, wait…!”

Nox bit his lip, his hidden parts now completely exposed. He covered his eyes with both hands. He hadn’t expected to be treated this way, but he knew that if Khalid, now his master, desired it, he had to comply. Still, he couldn’t stop his toes from trembling. Khalid seized Nox’s quivering ankles and lifted them.

Nox’s body tilted, revealing his opening. Heat rushed to his face. He was old enough, and he knew how men engaged in sex. Nox instinctively squirmed, trying to pull his captured ankles free. But his legs, firmly held in Khalid’s grasp, couldn’t escape his hold.

“Tsk.”

Khalid clicked his tongue. The opening was far too small to accept him. But conversely, it also meant Nox had never been with a man before. Khalid gently stroked the dry opening with the tip of his thumb. Twitch. He felt Nox’s body, muscles taut from tension, tremble. Khalid continued to prod it, then, without applying anything, pushed his index finger inside the opening.

“Ah…!”

Nox gasped sharply, biting down hard. The opening, tightly gripping his finger, was utterly devoid of moisture. It would be nice if it just got wet on its own, like a woman. He was, quite literally, a high-maintenance slave.

Khalid clicked his tongue again and pulled out a pre-prepared perfumed oil from the bedside table drawer. As he opened the lid, a sweet scent wafted up to Nox’s nose. But for Nox, that sickly sweet fragrance only brought a faint sense of dread. Khalid’s words, that he had brought him here for this very purpose from the beginning, now hit him as a harsh reality.

Khalid poured the perfumed oil generously between Nox’s legs. The oil was slick and slightly viscous. The liquid, flowing down over his perineum and into his opening, slowly tickled his skin. Nox’s legs narrowed slightly. Khalid gripped them tighter, spreading them further, and hissed.

“Stay still.”

The opening, tightly gripping Khalid’s finger, became thoroughly lubricated. But that was only the surface; it had not yet penetrated the inner walls.