Ivan had no choice but to call Leonard’s name over and over, voice desperate and pleading. His pinned arm hurt enough to wring moans from him as he struggled, but Leonard ignored it all — releasing the hand that had been pressing Ivan’s head down, he grabbed the shirt and pulled it downward.
With his arm wrenched behind his back, it couldn’t be removed completely. But as his shoulders and neck were bared, the red handprint stood out all the more clearly. Leonard confirmed it with a look, then let out a contemptuous snort and began squeezing Ivan’s throat with one hand.
“Gah——!”
“What possessed you to do something so vulgar. Where were you coming back from?”
“Y…… Young Master.”
“Answer me properly. I asked where you were coming back from.”
“Hng…… the — the bath. I was coming back from the bath. I went to wash at night…… ngh!”
“In the dead of night? You weren’t coming from my room?”
Leonard fixed him with a sharp, vicious stare. Ivan’s reaction made it clear he had no idea what that meant. With his face pressed into the sheet, he managed to shake his head with difficulty, appealing as if wrongly accused.
“How would I get into your room…… hh. W — when there are people around I don’t feel comfortable bathing, so I deliberately go when no one’s about…… hh, gah——!”
After hearing Ivan’s words, Leonard shifted his weight onto the arm he had wrenched back, locking it down harder. A moan of pure pain spilled from Ivan’s lips. Leonard, as though refusing to believe a word of it, pressed down even harder on the back of Ivan’s neck. With the back of his neck seized rather than his throat, he wasn’t being choked — but the crushing grip sent pain radiating through him all the same, and Ivan could do nothing but force out labored breaths, face and ears flushing red.
“Kgh——! Ngh!”
“Don’t lie to me. You came into my room, appeared as though it were a dream, and shamelessly seduced me — didn’t you take it upon yourself to work that hole of yours.”
“Hng, I nev — ngh!”
“Begging for cum, saying you wanted cock. Ha — a male prostitute through and through.”
“Young Master, Yo — Young Master, please. There must be some misunderstanding——”
Ivan turned his face to the side to keep from being suffocated against the sheets, panting for breath. Leonard took in the sight of him. Eyes reddening, tears welling up. Even in that state, Ivan gave off a profoundly indecent air. What, then, could Leonard possibly think?
He’s seducing me. Of course he is. Denying it while crying in that wanton way — enjoying every second of it on the inside. Vulgar, shameless creature.
Deciding Ivan’s denials meant nothing, Leonard lifted his hand from Ivan’s throat and yanked his trousers and undergarments down in one motion. Stripped half-naked in an instant, Ivan tried to struggle again — but it only made him arch and sway his backside, and Leonard let out a quiet, derisive laugh before bringing his hand down hard on those shamelessly swaying hips.
Smack——!
“Hk——!”
The sound was as sharp as the pain was fierce, and Ivan clenched his buttocks tight and went still. Leonard spread them apart and looked at what lay between. In the dream it hadn’t been visible, but what he had vaguely imagined would be obscene was, in reality, even more so.
The hole twitched open and clenched shut in a slow, rhythmic flutter — as if beckoning him. That glistening, pink entrance looked slick and soft to the touch. If it looked this yielding without even being touched, how much had it been used day after day?
Hadn’t Ivan been pushing his own fingers into it in the dream, working it against Leonard’s hand?
The thought made the sensation at the tips of his fingers come back sharper than before. How soft and warm that clenching inner heat had been. Leonard’s eyes darkened as the memory faded.
The anger that had been driving him was steadily being displaced by lust. Every time Ivan flinched and tensed his body, the hole fluttered in kind — and with something that greedy twitching right in front of him, who wouldn’t want a taste?
“Ha. Practically begging for cock.”
“Young Master, Young Master, please——”
Ivan’s voice still came out trembling, as if frightened. Well — he could hardly have expected to be handled like this by anyone other than his master. Least of all by Leonard, the eldest son who had always despised and loathed him.
Leonard swiftly undid his own front. His cock, fully hard with fury, sprang forward — and brushed lightly against Ivan’s backside. Ivan’s expression flooded with shock. Leonard saw it. And in the same instant, he lined the head up against the entrance.
“Playing coy now — this is what you wanted, isn’t it? Why act like you don’t.”
“Young Master, Yo — Young Master, please. Just wait — ngh——!”
“You’re the one who started this. I’ll drive into this shameless hole until you can’t move it anymore — so take it quietly.”
“Young Mas — hk——!”
Leonard’s words ended. His hips snapped forward at the same moment, and his long, thick cock drove through Ivan’s entrance in one thrust, burying itself deep in the inner walls. The unprepared hole was forced open, stretched around him, and Ivan felt the pain and clenched his entire body against it. With a cock shoved that deep into his belly, Ivan couldn’t help but arch his hips hard.
Ivan let out a pained moan and bit down hard. Once the tears started, they didn’t stop; the arm wrenched behind his back still throbbed; and the hole that had been forced open twitched around Leonard’s cock as though overwhelmed, squeezing tight.
Ivan pressed his face into the sheets. Whether to hold back his moans, or to hide his tears. The trembling at his waist and shoulders was pitiable to anyone who might have seen it. The sound of muffled sobbing added to it — he looked utterly undone. Ivan’s ears and neck had gone completely scarlet, and with a cock filling him to the brim, he couldn’t move his hips at all — could only manage to drag ragged breaths in and out.
Outside of Leonard’s line of sight, Ivan was still crying. Eyes unsteady, lips quivering finely. Saliva he hadn’t managed to swallow was spilling from the corner of his mouth — Ivan clenched the words threatening to escape him and bit down on the sheets instead.
Haa, it’s so good……!
The massive cock bore down indiscriminately on his prostate and every other sensitive place inside, pressing into all of it at once — and even with just that single thrust, Ivan had nearly come on the spot. He barely held it back, fist clenching tight. At this rate he’d finish before he’d even been properly used. Recalling the moment just now, Ivan held in his moans and clenched his fist again — desperate to draw it out and savor more. He buried his face in the sheets. It was to hide the smile creeping up at the corner of his mouth.
Ivan wandered through the manor collecting information about Leonard. Since he couldn’t ask directly, he had to piece things together solely from whatever the servants gossiped about — and as a result, he was mostly picking up useless chatter rather than anything he actually needed.
“Did you hear? Today, that male prostitute……”
“……What? Really?”
Moving quietly through the corridors and eavesdropping, all he heard on any servant’s lips was talk about himself. Well — someone who had never done a lick of work suddenly bustling around and making scenes, and on top of that making a blunder right in front of Leonard. How could he not be the subject of gossip?
Hm. I thought they treated me like I was invisible, but apparently I do come up in conversation.
Not that it helped him at all, since none of it was information that was any use to him. Useless lot. Ivan thought to himself, stifling a laugh as he settled quietly into a corner. Then, picking up a rag and making a show of wiping things down, he turned his ears toward the conversations of servants passing by. Several minutes must have passed. Then the voice of a maid walking past caught his attention.
“Rina, where did you put the incense for the Young Master’s room?”
“Oh, that — it’s in the storage room. We used up the last of the old ones, so a new supply was brought in.”
“No wonder I couldn’t find it. Haa, our Young Master. He really shouldn’t rely on the incense so much.”
“I know — sleep incense, if you become dependent on it, you end up sleeping even worse.”
“I suppose we should be grateful it’s only once every three days. Even the Head Butler and the butler have been worrying.”
The maids chatted away as they passed by Ivan. Once they were gone, Ivan lifted his head and let his eyes drift slowly to the side.
Sleep incense……?
Ivan knew what sleep incense was. Crafted from various medicinal herbs for people who couldn’t fall asleep easily — burning it sent you into such a deep slumber that you wouldn’t stir even if someone carried you off, making it popular among those who suffered from insomnia. But using it too frequently had the downside of making sleep even harder to come by, which was why it was generally advised to use it only on rare occasions.
“Once every three days…… isn’t that quite a lot.”
Ivan tilted his head, a flicker of genuine concern crossing his face — but he let it go just as quickly. There was no real reason to worry, and it wasn’t what mattered right now. Ivan’s mind began to turn.
Sleep incense puts a person into such a deep sleep that they wouldn’t notice being carried away. Leonard will be using it tonight. Which means if he went in during the night, Leonard wouldn’t know — and once he was inside……
“Haa.”
The corner of Ivan’s mouth curved upward, something sly sliding into his expression. The plan had come together so fast he couldn’t keep the look off his face.
To think I’d end up using what I learned back then like this.
