No day

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Yin opened his eyes to a blur of blackness, sometimes near, sometimes far. A dull ache throbbed in his throat, and not just his throat, but his entire body
ached.

What was happening? It hurt so much. Something was going in and out of his mouth; his lips hurt, and his mouth tasted metallic
. Yin gradually regained his sight. It was a man's penis, a
thick, erect penis moving in and out of his mouth. This realization terrified Yin. "Ugh..."

"Look, our little darling is awake, hehe, baby, how does it feel?" The man in front of him
chuckled, maliciously thrusting his penis into Yin's throat a few times.

"Ugh... um..." It hurt so much. His injured throat protested to its master, but his
master was already in dire straits.

"Hehe, he's enjoying it so much he can't even speak. Um... it's fucking tight, it's been a whole day, and it
hasn't loosened at all. This thing is born to serve men." Someone behind him replied with lewd remarks.
To Yin's horror, he discovered there were others behind him, and not just one. He could feel two different frequencies of movement within his genitals, an organ
not meant for receiving.

"Ugh...no more," Yin managed to utter, but his throat, constricted by the penis, could only
whimper like a kitten's meow, sounding more like a sensual moan to the abusers.

"What did you say? More? Oh, you're so lewd. We've been enjoying ourselves on you all day, and
you're still not satisfied? Heh, how about a windmill sometime, hehe?" another man behind him
said , letting out a meaningful laugh.

What were they going to do? Yin suddenly realized that the three men in front of and behind him had simultaneously stood up. With nowhere to put his limbs,
he was lifted up, supported only by the penises of the men in front and behind him. Due to their position, the penises of the two men
behind slipped out slightly, pulling on his injured intestinal flesh and causing Yin to tremble in pain.

"Are you trembling because you're enjoying it? We'll make you enjoy it even more as a reward for your hospitality."
As they spoke , Yin felt a sudden dizziness. "

Ugh..." The penises in his mouth and anus spun rapidly, as if they were
grilling him like a barbecue grill. Yin felt his anus being pulled and stretched repeatedly, then bounced back, over and
over . His anus and throat ached terribly, yet there was also a strange, indescribable sensation.

"Hey, how about we give our baby some stimulation?" said the man buried in his mouth.

"What kind of stimulation?" the two behind him responded.

"How about this?" Yin, being lifted up, couldn't see what they had prepared for him, but hearing
the excited laughter of the other two, he knew it couldn't be anything good. Yin trembled with fear.

He felt himself being turned over and saw what the man was holding—a blood
bag filled with a clear, unidentifiable liquid, connected to a thin plastic tube.

The man in front of him withdrew from his mouth and helped him up, leaving only one
man behind him for convenience. Yin's legs were spread wide, using the man's penis as a support, he dangled from his arm.

"Wow~" the other two whistled, exclaiming, "The main course is served!" They picked up Yin's
penis , rubbing it against the skin that hadn't yet climaxed. They lifted the attached plastic tube and
rubbed it against his delicate opening.

The slight pain made Yin writhe uncomfortably. He felt the tube slowly being pushed into his small opening, proceeding at a torturous
pace. Yin was powerless to stop it and could only tremble slightly.

"Okay. All the way in." They even tentatively poked it.

"Ugh—" It hurts.

"What's next?" one of them asked.

"Hehe, of course, we give our darling to drink what's inside." The other chuckled.

What did that mean? Drink? How? Could it be? ...No! Terrified, Yin began to writhe uncontrollably.

"Don't move, if it falls out, the three of us will go into your little hole together and tear it apart!"

No—thinking of the feeling of his anus almost being torn apart when the two of them were inside him, he would die if three of them were inside him
! Yin could only stand there in fear.

"Good boy~" The person who spoke first began to squeeze the liquid in the bag, letting it flow into Yin's
body little by little.

At first, Yin could endure it, just a little cold and uncomfortable, but as more and more liquid came in, Yin
felt more and more bloated and uncomfortable inside, as if he was about to burst. But they
continued their actions without expression.

"Ugh—no—" It's going to burst, he's going to break, stop! Yin could no longer think of anything else,
he just kept shaking his lower body trying to shake off the tube that was continuing to flow liquid.

"Almost there, good boy, it'll be over soon." Finally, they stopped, the man pinched Yin's penis and pulled out the tube, and began to wrap it with
a thin cotton rope, tying it into a pretty bow.

"Ugh..." Yin could no longer feel anything, all his attention was
drawn to his bloated abdomen. The only outlet had been sealed, and the swollen, pregnant woman's abdomen
throbbed with pain—a protest from organs stretched beyond their limits.

"So beautiful, just like you've been raped and are pregnant. If you could give birth, you'd
look like ." The men gently stroked Yin's belly, occasionally pressing down playfully.

"No..."

They positioned Yin back in his original position, and the two men entered him again, but Yin was now
extremely sensitive. Even the slightest vibration made him tremble. Such vigorous movement was unbearable. Yin
quickly fainted.

When he awoke, Yin was somewhat disoriented, but the sensations in his body quickly brought him back to his senses. "No..."
His stomach was numb; it was so uncomfortable. Yin felt like a boat adrift on a turbulent ocean.

"Ugh...no need..." Feeling the three men's penises twitch, as a man he naturally knew what it
meant . He waved his weak hands, hoping to drive them away. Realizing their
intention to ejaculate inside him, Yin began to struggle, but his body, which had been dominated

and toyed with all day, was no match for them. His resistance was quickly suppressed, and the three men
roared as they ejaculated inside him.

Streams of bodily fluids gushed into his body, and Yin felt despair.

After this round of climaxing, the three men seemed to have achieved some satisfaction, because all three of them withdrew from his body.
As Yin began to straighten his clothes, he realized that while the three men's clothes were slightly disheveled, they were all still properly worn
. When they were playing with him, they had simply unzipped their clothes and taken out their things.

The door slammed shut, and Yin was carelessly thrown to the ground like a rag doll. His gaping mouth and anus
continued to leak the man's semen, and his mangled genitals and swollen abdomen gave him an even more
lewd appearance. He didn't understand what had happened; all that remained in his mind were the words left by the three men who had just left
: "This room is called 'No Day,' which means that those inside experience only night, not day.
Here, your mouth, ass, and testicles are only good for being fucked and tortured. We're leaving, and others will
naturally come to 'take care' of you. As for the decorations on it, we'll see if the next group will be
more lenient with you and take them off. You hehe..."

[Chapter 1]

The Goods Chapter

Yin woke up, somewhat dazed, and opened his eyes. He was alone in the room. The bed, the walls,
and even Yin's body were covered in the semen left by the men after their lovemaking. He looked at the
marks . He raised his hand, saw the still-damp liquid on it, and stretched out his small tongue to gently lick it, treating this
disgusting stuff like a delicacy, licking it clean and swallowing it.

He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long time, and he was surviving on this semen. Every
day, his belly was filled with the semen of different men, from above and below. Sometimes he marveled at human resilience, how could he survive under such conditions? He wondered why he was still alive? How could he endure
such days ? He couldn't answer himself, only vaguely feeling deep down that he couldn't die, that there were important things to do, that he had to leave alive. Gradually, Yin adapted to the rules of survival in No Day. As a resident , you were no longer a person, but merely a commodity, a toy. There was no humanity here, no daylight, only endless sex and abuse. He was numb, devoid of pain. At first, he didn't understand why he had come here; he couldn't even remember who he was. He resisted the men who ravaged him, but only received more cruel treatment in return. He tried to escape, but each time he was caught by the guards, he was subjected to treatment he never wanted to remember. By now, he had learned to minimize his suffering by obediently accepting all the torment they inflicted upon him, obediently spreading his legs wide to allow various people to enter and exit— sometimes one person, sometimes several. Those who came here seemed particularly fond of Yin; no fewer than ten people would remain inside him each day. Each person loved calling him "baby," then greedily prying open his legs to gain deeper pleasure . In their words, Yin possessed a quality that drove them, living in the abyss, mad… Hmph … Quality? Yin scoffed, but he couldn't voice it, knowing that if he showed any resistance, the elusive, dayless guards would surely make him experience that unbearable agony again. Therefore, he always behaved well, very obediently, making them trust him completely. The door slammed open. "Baby, your brothers are here! Are you ready? There's food!" Yin looked up, his pupils constricting in fear. So many people, more than a dozen, he thought. He'd just been knocked unconscious by six men and didn't even know when they left. Now there were so many more. But he couldn't show the slightest displeasure, nor could he hesitate. Any displeasure would only bring him more trouble. So Yin obediently got up and crawled slowly on all fours toward the newcomers—residents of Wuzhou weren't allowed to stand unless requested by the guests. Reaching one of them, Yin gently rubbed against his groin like a kitten, adopting their favorite begging posture. "So good. You're quite adapted to life in Wuzhou, aren't you? No resistance, no mischief, always so well-behaved," one of the men said teasingly, lifting Yin's chin with a flirtatious gesture. "Mmm..." Yin let out a soft groan. He hadn't spoken in a long time. Since arriving here, he'd been either being used or alone every day. No one communicated with the inhabitants of Wuzhou. After a while, Yin even doubted if he remembered how to speak. "Hey, stop with the nonsense. I can't wait any longer, baby. Come on, let your brother give you a good pounding. I'll feed you the freshest milk." The speaker was the same one who had spoken earlier. He impatiently ripped off his zipper, pulled out his dark, fishy-smelling thing, and brought it to Yin's mouth, indicating that Yin should give him pleasure. Without hesitation, Yin opened his pretty pink mouth and took in the ugly thing that didn't suit him at all, licking it carefully. From the dark brown base to the top loosely covered by skin, his tongue pushed into the crevices of the skin . Yin could even see a few disgusting black smegma there. Suppressing the feeling of nausea, he continued to curl his tongue and gently lick the small opening at the top. "Ah..." Hearing the man in front of him let out a sound of pleasure, feeling him gripping his hair tightly, Yin involuntarily thrust his body towards his throat, trying harder to speed up his movements, hoping to release him sooner. "Ugh..." The man convulsed excitedly, a thick, foul-smelling fluid gushing into Yin's throat, violent and surging. Yin skillfully swallowed it in portions. "How is it? Brother's milk is good, isn't it?" The man, regaining his senses, lightly slapped . The people around watched Yin submissively receiving, occasionally sticking out his little tongue to lightly lick, that soft and hazy appearance wildly assaulting their lower abdomens. They all thought Yin was definitely a demon, everyone who had been with him couldn't forget him , and everyone who didn't believe in demons, after tasting his flavor, couldn't help but fall into the vortex he released . "Damn it! A demon is a demon!" The man who was first called Yue suddenly rushed over, grabbed Yin's hair and dragged him backward, throwing Yin far away. "What are you doing, Yo? You're so hot-tempered, let our darling cool you down!" the man who had just finished enjoying himself said casually, his lewd words eliciting snickers from the others. Yo glared resentfully at Silver, who lay on the ground, still exuding a seductive aura. Suddenly, Yo smiled, but to Silver, that smile was like a danger alarm, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

"How about we play something fun?" Sure enough, Jo then cruelly uttered the words Silver dreaded most.
Whenever people said this, it meant they had a new trick up their sleeve for him.

"Oh? How?" one of the men asked with interest.

"With so many of us, it would take a long time if each of us did it once. How about we all have a group sex session first
?" Jo was clearly excited about his idea, his voice noticeably louder.

"A group sex session? How?"

"Of course, we'll use our darling as bait, but he's not pretty enough yet, we need to
dress him up."

"Oh? Sounds interesting." The others sensed something and chimed in.

Silver curled his fingers in fear, but his face remained obedient and docile, as if
the various cruel torture methods being discussed had nothing to do with him…

He glanced at the inventory list in his hand, silently counting the number of people to be cleared out today, as he led the way down the
dark, endless corridor. The corridor was silent, save for the crisp sound of his and his men's boots striking the ground. This is
the only passage in Wuzhou where outsiders can retrieve goods, a place the owner of Wuzhou detains. Shen is responsible for retrieving goods from Wuzhou each time
. This time, the owner received a large order. Unlike
the usual method where customers specify the type of goods and then choose the appropriate items, this time the customer specifically requested a product called "Silver," and offered
ten times the listed price. The owner took this transaction very seriously, instructing Shen to pay special attention to the goods and avoid
any mistakes .

Arriving at Silver's room, Shen didn't knock; he simply unlocked the door and entered. The owner of Wuzhou
has absolute control over the place. Normally, Wuzhou allows entry as long as a certain fee is paid, but once the owner wants to retrieve goods, regardless of whether
you're enjoying yourself or doing anything else, you must give up the goods. Otherwise, the guards of Wuzhou don't care who you are.

The door opened immediately, and sounds that had been blocked came through: the panting of a man,
the lewd sounds of flesh rubbing against flesh, interspersed with small gasps, all reaching Shen's ears. Accustomed to
the debauchery and lawlessness of Wuzhou, Shin entered without a second thought, but when he saw the scene inside, he couldn't help but
frown.

In the center of the room, suspended by ropes—a slender, pale figure—was hanging horizontally from a rack set up for customers to handle the merchandise
. In Wuzhou, rope hanging was a common form of amusement, not something that would elicit a change in Shin's expression. What truly moved
him was the location of the suspended man. The pale-faced man was suspended in mid-air,
held only by sharp iron clamps to his breasts and genitals, the ropes passing through these clamps to suspend him. His hands and legs barely touched
the ground, meaning that most of his weight was pressing on the most sensitive and vulnerable
parts of these three bodies.

The suspended man, pale-faced, gasped for breath, his limbs trembling slightly, blood seeping from three
wounds . Shen frowned deeply and said to the crowd around him who were masturbating for Yin,
"No picking up goods during the day, unauthorized personnel please make way!"

The crowd, who were about to get angry at someone for disturbing them, exchanged glances upon hearing this,
shrugged their bad luck, pulled up their pants, and left.

After everyone had left, Shen paused, then said to his subordinates, "Put him down and take him to
be cleaned."

Watching his subordinates quickly begin to work as he instructed, Shen turned and left the room, going into the quiet
corridor . He lit a cigarette and waited patiently.

"Sir, the goods have been cleaned," a subordinate reported to Shen shortly after.

"Hmm," Shen nodded, tossing away his half-smoked cigarette. Shen entered the
room, which reeked of an unpleasant odor.

Yin, cleaned and undisturbed, knelt quietly in the center of the room, his face still pale. His wounds had been treated, and the bleeding
had stopped. As Shen entered, Yin looked up, his expression serene, his eyes clear. Shen frowned slightly. He…
…

“Yin. A customer has ordered you. Come with us.” He said a few words, glanced at Yin, and
then gestured to his subordinate to take him away.

Watching his subordinate wrap Yin in a white cloth, hoist him onto his shoulder, and leave, Shen Ye slowly followed. But he
couldn't shake the image of that fleeting, clear gaze… such a gaze shouldn't appear on
the inhabitant … This transaction… Part One of

the Training Chapter . This was a luxurious and extravagant hall, with intricate Versailles-style decorations, molten fireplace flames, fragrant wine, and a deliberately dim atmosphere, giving one the illusion of falling into a dream of splendor… The entire hall was quiet, with only the slight sound of water rippling in a corner. A man sat in the shadows, his features obscured, but his tall figure was evident from his long legs illuminated by the firelight. “Bang!” The door on the right was pushed open, and a man strode in, followed by a burly man in a black leather jacket carrying something on his shoulder. “Sir, we’ve brought your goods. Actually, you don’t need to be in such a hurry. Let us set them up for you …” Shen stood in the shadows of the corner, speaking neither servilely nor servilely. “Open!” The person in the corner seemed uninterested in Shen’s goodwill, interrupting his unfinished words with a brief command. The voice was deep and magnetic, quite sexy, but also a bit cold. Shen frowned slightly, somewhat displeased. Although he was just someone picking up goods, every customer who came to him was polite to him; no one had ever spoken to him in such a tone. However, remembering his master’s instructions, Shen still gestured to the burly man behind him. The burly man slung the object off his shoulder, deftly grabbed a corner, released it, and with a practiced shake, the white wrapping cloth unfolded completely, and a person rolled out—a completely naked person. The man seemed very weak, rolling until he stopped not far from the corner. He shakily propped himself up, slightly raising his head to reveal his handsome face. His fair complexion featured a high, straight nose, and beneath his slanted eyebrows were a pair of alluring phoenix eyes, creating a strangely seductive image with his trembling body. Even the seasoned veteran couldn't help but feel a tightening in his lower abdomen. Suddenly, the man who had been sitting quietly in the corner stood up, slowly stepping out of the shadows and walking towards the man still limp on the ground. The man finally emerged completely from the shadows. So beautiful… a radiant face, flowing black hair… Seeing the man's appearance…

Afterwards, Shen felt he couldn't find the right words to describe him, so he could only use the most common yet
vague term. Shen and his subordinates were stunned by the man's stunning beauty, and could only watch in disbelief as he
walked to Yin's side, bent down, and gently stroked Yin's beautifully shaped chin with a single finger. "
What name?" he asked, addressing Shen and his subordinates, but his eyes remained fixed on Yin. Yin was also looking at him,
seemingly unaffected by the man's handsome appearance. His clear, bright eyes, which drove the people of Wuzhou mad, remained
calm and undisturbed, like a crystal-clear stream—so clear that no fish could swim in it…
Startled

from his reverie by the man's question, Shen felt ashamed of his loss of composure. He had been in and out of Wuzhou
for so many years, and had seen all kinds of beauties, yet he still couldn't resist such unintentional radiance. But
this man's beauty was something no one could resist. "Hmm—his name is Yin." Yin gave a soft hum, masking
her lapse in composure, and answered in a professional tone.

"Yin? Heh…you're called Yin…" the man repeated, somewhat puzzled, then suddenly chuckled.

The group, still reeling from the shock, were immediately drawn back into a dizzying vortex…

Suddenly, the man whispered something, and Yin, who had been oblivious to the surrounding changes, looked up in surprise. A sudden
gleam flashed in her clear, empty eyes, then vanished as if nothing had happened
.

The man nodded in satisfaction, scooped up Yin's not-so-small body, and said to Shen, who had just woken up and was startled by Yin's
sudden burst of light, "I'm taking the goods. I'll transfer the money directly to your account." He
then turned and left without looking back.

Only now, truly free from his daze, Shen shook his head to calm himself, realizing he had been daydreaming in
the meeting room . If his colleagues had seen him, it might have caused trouble again. Looking back at his subordinates
, who were still staring blankly, he left with peace of mind, ignoring those who hadn't yet come to their senses. In Wuzhou,
there are no friends, no humanity, nothing of kindness whatsoever, so you can't let your guard down for a moment, or
the consequences will be unimaginable. Therefore, he certainly wouldn't remind his subordinates; if
they caught, they would be the ones to suffer.

As he hurried away, he didn't notice a tall, slender man with a sinister expression
leaning against a pillar outside the door, watching him with a malicious grin.

...

A crimson carpet, comfortable seats—this was a luxurious private jet, faithfully serving its
master . His master sat on the right side of the cabin, eyes slightly narrowed, tapping his fingers with obvious enjoyment. Yes,
enjoyment! Because he was tapping on a unique yet undeniably alluring spot: the shy
pink mound gently opening and closing. It was the cleft of a person's buttocks,
the cleft , the cleft of a beauty's buttocks that were being held by Kenjica's feet.

Kenjica suddenly slipped her fingers into the creases, lightly scraping the most elastic skin,
then quickly withdrew, resuming her previous gentle tapping.

"Ugh..." The man who had been lying down trembled slightly, turning his head with difficulty to look at Kenjica
. His once clear and empty eyes were now stained with the most filthy color of the world, yet they
still couldn't lose their original purity. As soon as his misty eyes met the indifferent yet
fawning eyes above him, a begging moan escaped from his beautiful, thin lips.

Seeing Gin's vulnerable expression, Kenjica tilted his head, frowned slightly, and
began along the groove, moving further forward, towards that forbidden area. He first
touched it carefully, making sure he wouldn't be too naughty in the short term, before gently stroking him. "I don't like you like this,
too feminine. Don't forget, you're a man. Don't do this next time." His voice was soft and slow,
as if he were whispering to his lover of many years, yet it made Gin inexplicably uneasy. Sure enough,
a sudden, sharp pain in his lower body confirmed his bad premonition. "Ugh..." He was actually
scratching his tender glans with his fingernails.

"If I see this again, I won't be so gentle," Kenjica said gently, stopping his finger's
teasing. Seeing Gin nod tremblingly to indicate he understood, he kissed his forehead. "Good boy, get
some sleep. I'll wake you when we get there."

Yin felt Kenjica, now gentle again, place something slightly warm into his still

-wriggling little mouth, patting his buttocks to signal him to lie down and rest.
His little hole, already quite elastic from being trained, quickly adapted to the not-too-large object;
after all, he had swallowed much more terrifying and enormous things in Wuzhou. He obediently lay down in the same position, like a puppy,
resting his head on his crossed arms, closing his eyes to enjoy this rare sleep. In Wuzhou, he only experienced unconsciousness,
never normal sleep.

Watching Yin quickly drift into sleep, Kenjica leisurely rested his head on the windowpane, slightly
pursing his lips. "Let me think about how I should entertain you, Sharong."

Part Two

: How terrifying. Why is there nothing here, just a blank space? Silver walked in terror into a completely blank
world, devoid of color and matter, as if stepping into a utterly illusory realm. This shouldn't be happening
. Where is my world? Where am I? Who am I? He remembered—he was Silver, a resident of the Dayless City.

The Dayless City was the exact opposite of this place, a world of darkness, depravity, and all sin freely
permeating everything.

He was the bearer of all sin, the conduit through which guests begged for redemption from the darkness. But before that?
Who was he before? Why did he have no recollection of it? Why did he persist in living like a dog? No,
even less than a dog; at least a dog has its own den, while he could only offer his body as another's
den! Why did his heart still urge him to persist? To persist in crawling in this filthy world?

He looked around blankly, wondering where to go in this pure void.

"From this moment on, you belong to me!" A domineering and powerful voice suddenly rang out. Who was
speaking ? Just as he was wondering, Silver suddenly felt a sharp pain in his nipple. "Ah…" He couldn't move.
Feeling bound, Yin struggled as the suddenly appearing black dot grew larger and larger…
beginning to devour him…

It was a familiar black, pure, filthy, painful, and sinful black. At this moment, however, Yin felt his
previously uneasy heart begin to calm down. Was it because of familiarity?

The pain continued, a sharp, dull ache as if a blunt object was slowly piercing his flesh. The
object seemed to tease him, the gentle movement causing deeper harm. Yin could clearly feel his breasts
being roughly scraped, a tingling pain like a thousand ants gnawing at him, quickly reaching
his brain . He felt a layer of sweat covering his forehead, an involuntary physiological reaction.

His vision pierced through the darkness, and things gradually became clear. It was K, the
alluring man who had bought him from the darkness, the man who had gently told him he was his master, the man who had carved a "
K" on his buttocks with a dagger and told him to remember it.

Now, he was holding a thin rope, gently pulling it. And that hemp rope was the root of his
pain . The thin rope was haphazardly woven from coarse hemp straw; the careless weaving caused many
forks to open outwards. When it passed through his nipples, these forks pierced and pulled out the still-bleeding flesh like needles.

"Ugh..." Yin let out a soft moan, immediately shutting his mouth. K hated his womanly
moans, but he was used to them during the day and couldn't change his ways, suffering greatly for it.
Now, he simply kept quiet.

"Awake? How are you feeling?" The same gentle greeting, but Yin was no longer
moved by it as before. He knew that behind this gentleness lay cruel malice. Just like now, although K
's words remained soft, his hands continued their cruelty, constantly rubbing against his nipples, bringing out
bits of flesh. "Hmm." Unable to move, Yin recalled being strapped
to this French-style bed last night, his limbs spread wide and tense, the half-eaten piece of raw
beef .

"Hehe... It's good you're awake, otherwise you wouldn't have reacted, and I wouldn't have had any fun." K chuckled.

K was truly beautiful, especially when he smiled, like the most dazzling star in the night sky bursting with a ghostly blue
light , captivating and drawing people into an uncontrollable frenzy. But it didn't work on Yin, so K
especially liked to smile in front of Yin, because Yin wouldn't show the disgusting expression he did with others, so he
smiled in front of him, especially when he was toying with him. Yes, K always called all his abuse of him "playing with him." He didn't like to
use the word abuse, because he said he loved Yin, so he loved toying with him, not abusing him. Yin had always
scoffed Every man who had been satisfied with him in Wuzhou had used that word, but he only
felt disgusted. However, he wouldn't tell him his true thoughts, because K would absolutely not like hearing him compare his
noble self to those lowly people like Wuzhou.

K picked up something placed to the side, something that looked like a pistol. Yin knew it was
a gun used for piercing ears. Back in Wuzhou, a customer had used it to pierce his nipples, but it had been plugged in later.
It seemed K had just used it to leave the wound.

K stared at the ear gun for a moment, then moved the muzzle towards Yin, slowly approaching, closer. Yin's
scalp tingled as he stared at the dark muzzle. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of this kind of maddening
speed of movement. That slowness always made his mind restless, constantly guessing where he would land.
That process of constantly guessing, constantly overturning, and then constantly guessing again was something those not in the situation couldn't understand—
that helpless and terrifying feeling of being controlled and decided.

"How's this?" Seemingly having finally found a satisfactory spot, K asked with a grin.

Yin shook his head, hoping to get nothing, but he knew in his heart that this question was just K's feigned
happiness ; no one could change his mind once he made up his mind.

"Naughty boy, how can you refuse your master's reward?" With an elegant smile, "Click," the gun was pulled. The

needle, like a bullet, pierced through his nipple; yes, he was aiming at the uninjured one.

Yin's thin body trembled slightly, fine beads of sweat glistening like honey, making him exceptionally beautiful.

A look of amazement flashed in K's eyes. His hand moved the gun rapidly, "Click," "Click,
" "Click," "Click," "Click," five shots fired in quick succession. Two or three more holes appeared in Yin's genitals and left ear.
Blood slowly seeped out, like fine silk, gradually adorning Yin's pale body. Yin began
to convulse in pain; it was no longer simply pain. He felt as if he were floating on a feather, his body
detached from him. Although this was a strange description, Yin truly felt it. Seeing Yin trembling absentmindedly
, like a blade of grass in the wind, K was somewhat displeased. He leaned down to meet Yin's beautiful silver-blue eyes. "You
're not concentrating..."

Yin's dazed state immediately ended in fear, and her eyes eagerly focused on K's gaze. "Hehe...
Good girl, look what your master has prepared for you." Holding up her hand, K showed Yin what she held in her hand.
It was a very strange object that Yin had never seen before. A thin, hollow silver metal tube was connected to
something resembling a buckle, and one end of the tube had a movable seal. The tube was engraved with ornate
patterns, like the continuous entanglement of purple vines, intricate and exquisite.

"This was specially designed by your master and had it specially made for you. There were several other items
in the set , but the others weren't finished yet; only this one was delivered today." K
explained to Yin, waving the object in her hand.

Gently picking up Silver's still bloodshot penis, carefully stroking the glans, and then... inserting the
open ...

Silver, already on the verge of fainting from the pain, still watched K's movements intently. He knew that if he passed out
now , K would definitely wake him up in an even more cruel way. When he saw K holding that strange object and picking up
his penis, his already pale face turned even more ashen. He shook his head slightly, not knowing
what the meaning of this action was, but he still did it subconsciously.

The tube was slowly pushed in, the cold metallic touch stimulating the most vulnerable part of his body.
Goosebumps kept rising on his skin. Silver suppressed the feeling of nausea, forcing himself not to notice the pain caused by the intricate, unpolished
patterns rubbing against his internal mucous membranes and the disgusting feeling of a foreign object invading his body.

The tube gradually reached its end, pressing against an internal organ. Yin didn't know what organ it was; he only
felt the warm metal directly contacting his innermost part, and K continuing to push,
reaching areas he couldn't defend himself against. Yin could only gasp for breath like a fish out of water to alleviate the physical pain and his
inner humiliation.

K finally stopped, seemingly satisfied with the depth. He nodded, hooked his finger on
the buckle at the end of the tube, which was now level with the glans, and snapped it shut with a "snap" against the previously made upward-facing hole.

"Ugh..." The buckle, suddenly passing through his body, made the newly formed wound sting like salt.

K elegantly picked up a silk handkerchief and gently wiped Yin's sweat. "Good boy, it's okay now, it won't hurt anymore soon
." His voice was as gentle and pleasant as ever, but it no longer reached Yin's ears. Now, all his attention
was on the new decoration added to his body.

Seeing Yin lose focus again, K gently pressed his lips to his forehead. "From now on, I want you to be
completely mine. Only I have the right to control your body, not even yourself. I'm going to
seal all the orifices on your body. This is the first one. From now on, even if you want to use it yourself, you'll have to ask for my permission first..." As

Yin gradually sank into darkness, he vaguely seemed to hear K saying something in his ear, but he couldn't hear it clearly
... Part Three of

the Training Chapter ... Where am I? Yin felt as if he were trapped in a viscous black liquid, his limbs heavy and his whole body aching. "It's a little inflamed... Take it off... It'll be better..." Who? Who's speaking? What... What's wrong with me? He tried to lift his arm but felt thousands of threads swirling around him, preventing him from succeeding. "Don't take it off... Think of a way..." Such a familiar voice... Is it... Is it K? As the name surfaced in his mind, the blackness receded rapidly like the receding tide. Without any obstruction, Yin opened his eyes. This… was K's bedroom… “Awake?” K, who was talking to the doctor, immediately noticed Yin looking around with some confusion. “How are you feeling?” K's hand on his forehead was cool and comfortable, giving Yin a moment of clarity after his warm head had been warmed. Yin shook his head in response to K's question. “Sir, his inflammation hasn't subsided yet. If he wants to fully recover, those things should be removed.” The doctor, who had been blocked by K, stepped forward to remind him. Yin saw a glimmer of pity in the doctor's eyes—it was probably pity… “Remove them? Such pretty things, Yin, what do you think?” The doctor gently stroked Yin's chin with tenderness, like teasing a pet, asking gently. But then, with a firm movement, he pulled back the thin blanket covering Yin . His body, now uncovered, was immediately exposed. Yin heard the doctor gasp sharply, looked at his body, and frowned slightly. His body… a pale, silvery-white body lay against the dark blue sheets. His already alluring body seemed even more captivating in this contrast , especially with the erotic decorations adorning his body . The soft, dark object nestled within the black forest gleamed with a mature, dark sheen, a small sliver of silver was it the strange tube that had been inserted earlier? The silver tube's clasp nestled intimately within his soft flesh, forming a perfect arch. Only the point of contact with the flesh was unusually red— the inflammation the doctor had mentioned. Hanging from the small hole at the lower part was a silver bell, just like , silently adorning his body, motionless. Like putting a bell on a cat or dog to indicate that it has an owner, this bell… Staring blankly at the decorations on her lower body, her gaze shifted slightly upwards to see that something was also hanging on her breasts. Each nipple had an inch-long silver chain, each chain bearing a heavy diamond, pulling the nipples apart to the sides, clearly revealing holes— real piercings, not just holes… Silver thought with a touch of mockery… Seeing these things, Silver slowly began to feel the numb, throbbing discomfort of her wounds (it really was like that; Cai Zi's ear piercing had become inflamed a few days ago, and later it became slightly stinging), and the pain of her flesh being pierced, like many ants lightly gnawing at the wound—not excruciatingly painful, just unbearably itchy . “Ugh…” “Are you excited seeing your beautiful body?” K lifted the diamond chain on Silver's left breast, rubbing the hole with his fingers, a hint of lewdness in his voice as he asked. "Mmm..." Feeling K's movements on his incredibly sensitive nipples, his body reacted . This body had completely fallen... Hearing the doctor's suddenly rapid breathing behind him, K chuckled wickedly, sat on the bed, pulled Yin close, and let him lean against his chest. His hands then reached over Yin's buttocks, lifting his legs wide apart, exposing Yin's trembling anus to the doctor. "Look, little vixen, you can't even handle calling out 'our doctor' a couple of times ... Come on, let's do a few more lewd ones." Leaning weakly against K, Yin looked at the awkwardly standing doctor and began to gently wriggle his anus , making soft, kitten-like meows. He knew many people couldn't resist his seductive manner; in Wuzhou, people always liked him to pose like this. Watching the doctor go from initial embarrassment to rapid, unrestrained breathing as he caressed his genitals, Yin felt nauseous. Hypocritical pig. But his face still maintained an innocent, seductive expression until K suddenly spoke up from behind: "Doctor, you're not leaving after the consultation and prescription? Do you want my darling to give you a taste ?" Hearing this, the doctor, suddenly snapping to his senses, blushed and ran out of the bedroom, looking utterly defeated. But Yin didn't pay him any attention; he was astonished by the vulgarity uttered by K. Was this the same K who was always so elegant? "You're quite the enchantress, turning our serious doctor into a beast in just two minutes." K's hand reached out from behind, gripping Yin's chin and forcing him to look up, meeting K's downward gaze. "Ugh..." The tight grip made it difficult for Yin to breathe. Was he angry? I did what he said, didn't I? "Hmph...it seems I should really keep you locked up..." K suddenly released him and stood up. Freed, Yin lay limply on the bed, panting.

A rustling sound of chains made Yin look up. He saw K returning with a bundle of silver chains in his hand; the patterns on
the chains clearly matched the items he was wearing. Yin's face paled slightly. What was he going to do now
?

"Be good, lie down, limbs outstretched," K gently instructed, patting Yin's head soothingly.

What's meant to happen can't be avoided; don't defy those you can't resist. This was the lesson Yin had learned through his own
experience , and it was by doing this that he had survived to this day. Obediently, he lay down and spread his limbs, allowing K to handcuff him to the bed and
secure his hands and feet.

K skillfully pulled two ends from the bundle of chains, unfastened the clasps, and fastened them to
the rings . He then shook the chains open, picked up the remaining end, and fastened it to the pre-drilled arch on his body. Watching the three
chain ends connect on his body, Yin breathed a sigh of relief. Was that all? Thankfully, it was just decoration. Looking

at the chains, aside from the oddly shaped small disc connecting the three chain ends, he couldn't see

anything that could cause him pain. The disc even had markings, the purpose of which he didn't know.

Seeing Yin exhale with some relief, K smiled cruelly, then
picked up the disc while Yin remained puzzled.

Yin watched as K began to turn the disc, the chains tightening little by little. Suddenly understanding the chain's purpose, his face
turned deathly pale. "Ugh..." he cried, shaking his head in panic, fear evident in his eyes.

Ignoring Yin's feeble struggles, K excitedly watched as more and more chains were drawn into the disc,
gradually tightening, pulling the flesh connected to them together.

"Ugh—ah—" As the chains shortened, his nipples and penis were pulled, going from
limp to taut, and then to painfully ripped
apart. Gin felt as if his two external organs were about to detach, and a sharp pain began to emanate from the base of his flesh.

"Discipline Chapter

Four

...no...it's going to be pulled out," Gin thought dazedly.

But K suddenly stopped, locking the disc in place,
freezing the ornaments on Gin's body in a stiff, taut position.

With a slight gasp, Gin gasped for breath, carefully controlling the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen. His brain was no longer
focused on his other organs; he watched K untie the restraints on his hands and feet, unable to grasp
the meaning behind his actions. All his attention was drawn to those three points that were about to leave him.

K gently picked Gin up, rolled him over, and placed him in a kneeling position with his knees open.

The adjustment slightly alleviated the inhuman torture, allowing Gin some time to observe his condition.

Realizing his position, Yin frowned. What else did he want to do? Hearing the clanging of metal behind him,
Yin fearfully tried to turn around to see what he was going to use to torture him this time…

“Don’t turn around.” He had only turned halfway when K shouted to stop him, so he could only obediently remain in place, anxiously
guessing what he was doing.

He felt something soft and leathery touch his leg. Following K’s instruction, Yin slightly raised his knee
so that the soft object could be placed on his knee, and then… a burning smell came over him, and his leg felt warm, but not painful.

What was it? He couldn’t see, and the lack of any unusual sensations in his body left him with no way of knowing what K had done to him.

Then his other leg received the same treatment, the same heat, the same burning smell. What was it?

“Alright, you can look at yourself now.” He felt K walk to the side and pull back a huge
curtain on the wall. Yin turned around; behind the curtain was an entire wall of mirrors. But Yin was no longer in the mood to be shocked by the enormous
facility ; he was completely terrified by his reflection in the mirror…

In the mirror, he was kneeling on a deep blue French-style bed, his long, smooth black hair covering his ears, his slightly
stubborn shoulders supporting his beautifully muscular physique, the diamond chains on his nipples dangling heavily, pulling so hard that
the openings in his breasts were clearly visible, and the discs connecting his breasts and genitals drooping slightly, allowing the relaxed organs
to regain a little softness, the silver bell on his genitals jingling conspicuously, making a crisp sound. Yin
hadn't noticed this lewd sound before, but now, hearing it, he couldn't help but blush
pink , a color of shame and indignation.

What shocked Yin the most were the things on his legs; his knees were perfectly
wrapped in knee pads that looked like they were made of cowhide, with traces of melted glue visible on the sides. Between the knee pads was a black, hard rod
with silver trim on both sides, bearing the same intricate patterns symbolizing the same set as the other ornaments on his body.

“These knee braces are made of cowhide, the most resilient material in the world. And these knee braces
have been processed using special methods; ordinary tools can't do anything with them.” K’s fingers gently
scratched the inside of Silver’s knee through the cowhide. “Now I’ve used special glue and fire to forge these shackles. From now
on, you’ll only be able to crawl in front of me with your legs wide open…”

Watching K calmly describe his future, Silver felt
a chill run down his spine—a chill of disgust, a fear and loathing of this beast in human skin. But he couldn’t show
it…

“Alright, now we’re going to do something important. I almost forgot.” K suddenly picked Silver
up. Because of the fixed position, Silver could only hang with his legs wide open on K’s arms.

K carried Silver into the bathroom and stopped in front of an exquisite sand basin. Seeing this, Silver suddenly understood
K’s meaning, his face turning pale with embarrassment.

“Come on, untie it, like you usually do.” K put Yin down and made him squat
on .

His body trembled slightly, Yin bit his lip in shame. He could endure all the pain, but
he couldn't hide the humiliation he felt. The life without daylight had robbed him of his
dignity as a man, and now this man was going to take away the last bit of self-respect he had as a human being!

“What’s wrong? Can’t you get it out?” K leaned down with concern, his fingers probing Yin’s anus, gently massaging and relaxing
…

No… Confused and in pain, his head swayed slightly, and Yin uttered the words in his heart amidst the heavy shame: “No…
”

A deeper fervor burned in K’s eyes. At this moment, he completely revealed
the face beneath his gentle and tender exterior, speaking with an excited tone. K licked the bone stud on Yin’s earlobe, the one he had put on Yin when making his clone. The
slightly thick stud pried open Yin’s snow-white ear, like the barbs used by farmers to mark their livestock.
Like an ear tag.

"Can't take it anymore? Finally speaking?"

Since succumbing to the survival rules of Wuzhou, Yin hadn't uttered a single word. He thought he'd
forgotten how to speak, but unexpectedly, he was speaking again in this situation.

"No..." He struggled to utter the words, hoping to escape the humiliation that was driving him mad.

"Why? It's not the first time." After the previous frenzy, K quickly calmed down,
returning to his original composure.

Yes, it wasn't the first time... Ever since he came here from Wuzhou, K had put
a piece of . He originally wanted to use pork, but he thought it was too greasy, so he changed to beef. Then he
'd let it out on its own the next day. He said the fat from the meat helped soften the anus, making it automatically secrete mucus, like a woman's,
moistening her passage to facilitate a man's entry. So what was he persisting for now, for the little dignity he had left
? But could that thing be a lifeline? But what was the difference between living and dying without dignity? ...So be
it... Let it be... His clear eyes gradually dimmed. His lower body began to writhe obediently.
His overused anus was a mature, dark red, and with each contraction and expansion, it seemed as if a delicate flower was rapidly blooming.

K, standing to the side, merely watched, unlike the others in the previous "Dayless Nights" who would frantically pounce on him. He had said that
the best things were always meant to be eaten last to reveal their most precious flavor…

The piece of beef that had been inside him all night began to gleam faintly at the entrance. Silver's face was pale with pain; it was a symbol of his surrender to
this man. Once this piece of beef hit the ground, it meant that he had handed over his last remaining dignity to
this devil.

He felt the slightly warm beef, kept warm by his body, slowly and
disgustingly , leaving his body without a trace of impurity. His body could no longer expel any filth, because
when K brought him here, K had patted his buttocks and told him that he was not allowed to pollute this place, not even himself
. Therefore, he could only eat liquids; solid food was not permitted.

"Snap!" It was K. Every time he expelled the beef, K would take a picture of him. He said that was when
he was most beautiful, his face contorted in pain, his body yielding, yet his eyes remained a contradictory clarity, like
a suffering Virgin Mary.

After that, K gave him an enema with glycerin, but not a large amount, so Yin could bear it. He felt K
insert an anal plug, then lead him to his "official" milk basin and lick it with his tongue...

Part Three: Revenge Chapter

One.

The magnificent Altsey Palace is the private vacation palace of the Clivford family. Usually,
the palace gates are tightly closed, like a noble lady keeping people at a distance, only
opening her smile and welcoming them when her master arrives.

This year, however, Altsey Palace is unusually popular. The new patriarch of the Clivford family
has been staying here for more than half a year with his beloved pet. The loyal Altsey Palace dutifully
displays .

In the most beautiful garden of the Altes Palace—the Garden of Terella's Grace—Kilpatrick

Clivor, the noble master of the Clivor family, was
walking his beloved dog. It was an exceptionally beautiful humanoid dog; even in its lowly crawling motion, with its mouth agape and limbs spread
wide, it did not diminish its elegance and haughtiness. Each crawl revealed the supple, flowing lines of its muscles,
like the slow, graceful steps of the most beautiful and fierce cheetah on the African savanna. Three silver chains
extended from a disc on its chest and abdomen, tightly connecting to three of the most sensitive points on its body. The taut chains
stretched these points to a taut, unyielding stiffness, but it seemed accustomed to it and unconcerned. Between its legs, a
black stick of unknown material stretched between them, preventing it from closing its legs completely, forcing it
to crawl with its legs wide apart on the clean forest path.

"Shall we take a break?" K, is that Kilpatrick? Cliffford asked
softly to his dog, who had stopped with him. Cliffford watched as K squinted
, unable to answer because of an oversized gag in his mouth, helplessly letting saliva spread freely. He didn't reply, because he knew K
wasn't really asking him a question, but merely maintaining his usual gentle and noble facade. Only Cliffford knew
the cruelty and perversion hidden beneath that beautiful exterior.

K didn't wait for his dog's reply, sitting directly on a stone bench intricately carved with patterns. He watched with
satisfaction as his beloved Silver obediently crawled to his side, took a round, truncated object from his pocket—
a perfectly rounded object—its purpose unknown. K placed the larger end on the ground and stroked Silver's
noticeably long hair, which had reached his back. "Come on, sit down and rest for a bit."

Silver was no stranger to this thing; every time K asked him to sit, he would place something similar on the ground and
have him sit on the upward-facing end, so that it could sink deep into his anus. Normally, he
wouldn't have thought much of it, but today, K not only placed a
generous amount of raw beef in his anus, which was empty of him as usual, but also placed a balloon filled with alcohol in his already full cave. How
could he possibly have room for anything else to enter? But K's orders could not be disobeyed. Although K had never
done anything to him in the name of punishment, he knew that if he disobeyed him, the consequences would be unbearable.

Silver, pale-faced, obediently climbed onto the round platform, his upper limbs erect, carefully letting his anus touch
the not-so-small upper part of the platform. He had only squeezed in a little when he felt the small balloon filled with alcohol inside his body touch it...
Slowly pushing in, he moved the thing already inside his body deeper.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you sitting down? Is it too small? Should I go to the bigger one?" The malicious K
urged knowingly.

Silver shook her head in fear, her lower body moving faster, trying to sit down quickly. Ugh... it'll burst,
like a balloon ...

Just as Silver was struggling, a servant suddenly burst in. K frowned abruptly; he
didn't like being disturbed when he was alone with Silver. The servant clearly knew this too; as soon as he saw K, he
knelt down , his eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look around. Last time, a servant
had been shot in the groin by his master for peeking at the beautiful humanoid dog out of curiosity. So everyone knows that beautiful things have...
It was extremely poisonous, and the poison wasn't in his own body…

“Master, Mr. Purchas, the current patriarch of the Laferin family ,
requests an audience.”

K, already quite displeased, paused upon hearing the servant's words, then a strange smile appeared on his face.
He turned his gaze to Yin, who was still struggling, and casually replied, “Open the door and welcome him.”

After dismissing the servant, K patted Yin's head lightly, saying, “Spit it
out, we have a guest.”

Although Yin was somewhat puzzled, because he had been at the Altes Palace for so long, K had never allowed him to see anyone.
Even servants who came to report matters would be killed immediately if they peeked at him. Now, however, K was saying he should see
someone else . Nevertheless, he obediently spat out the half-swallowed table; at least in that respect, he was grateful to have a guest
.

Led by K, Yin also entered the hall, which he had only seen when he first arrived. It was as
magnificent , just like its owner's noble elegance.

A young man sat at the head table in the hall. Compared to K, he was definitely not handsome; after all, K
's bewitching beauty was rare. He was certainly clean-cut and pretty, but
the hint of ruthlessness in his eyes ruined his overall aura, significantly lowering his overall impression. The moment Yin saw this man, she felt
a jolt of electricity run down her spine to her tailbone. She looked at the man in confusion, wondering what was going on.

The man, hearing footsteps, also looked up. Upon seeing Yin sprawled on the ground, a
clear look of surprise and…fear flashed across his eyes.

K, on the other hand, merely watched their reactions with a smile, a cryptic smile playing on his lips… The

second

young man was none other than Purchas, the current patriarch of the Laferin family? Laferin
quickly composed himself, rising to greet K, "
Clan Chief Clivodor, I am Purchas Laferin, a pleasure to meet you!" His demeanor was as elegant and
impeccable as K's in front of others. However, Yin clearly sensed his displeasure. Why?

Ever since Purchas Laferin appeared, his emotions seemed to have been dictated by
him. This wouldn't do; if K found out, the consequences…

Lowering his brow and eyes, Yin slowly crawled to K's feet, who was already seated, and nestled down, resting his delicate
chin on his crossed arms.

A flicker of surprise crossed Purchas Laferin's eyes, so quick it
was almost imperceptible, but it didn't escape K's notice. K continued to smile, but the smile didn't
reach those frosty eyes. “I’ve long admired your name. Since
the disappearance of , you have shouldered the responsibility of the family’s legacy. Taking on this responsibility in a time of crisis not only prevented the family
from falling into hardship but also propelled it to new heights. I admire and envy such a feat immensely.” K casually offered
a polite compliment, his gaze quickly sweeping over Silver’s
body , then noticing Purchas

Laferin’s slightly changed expression.

“Not at all, Patriarch Clifton is too kind. I was merely luckier than others, and
the family’s success is the result of the concerted efforts of all its members.” Purchas, already seated, replied humbly
, casually picking up the cup of tea on the table and taking a small sip.

"Hehe, may I ask what brings Mr. Laferin here today?" A gentle laugh made
K, who was already beaming, seem to glow. Luckily, Purchas Laferin
had already lowered his head; otherwise, no one could resist K's charm. K abruptly changed the subject, bringing up
Purchas's purpose.

Somewhat surprised that K had gotten to the point so quickly, K had long heard that the current patriarch of the Clift family
was eccentric and capricious, always beating around the bush with his guests. He had come prepared for a long
standoff , but unexpectedly, K had gotten to the point so quickly. Although he didn't understand
the reason for Patriarch Clifton's change of heart, Purchas still politely and respectfully explained the purpose of his
visit , "Patriarch Clifton, as you know, our Laferin family
has been in the winemaking business for generations. However, times are constantly changing. While the ancient industry must be preserved, the old blood
must be replaced. The family has decided to move into modern industries. We all know that among so many ancient families, only
the Clifton family was the first to break with tradition and enter society, venturing into industries such as computers and electronics.
This time we hope to cooperate with you. You will provide us with experience, and we will provide the initial capital."

"Oh, I see..." K replied casually, running his fingers back and forth on the smooth silver back
. However, his impolite gesture didn't seem to bother Purchas. He simply
sipped his tea quietly, waiting for K's final answer.

"Hmm... I don't know, Mr. Laferin, do you think my pet is pretty?" Unexpectedly, K
said something completely unrelated, causing even the usually composed Purchas Laferin to
change color.

Composing himself, Purchas quickly glanced at the still-lying Silver and forced a smile:
"Very beautiful."

"Is that all you can say? My Silver is a one-of-a-kind beauty, and you only gave it such a common
two words as a compliment?" Dissatisfied with Purchas? Laferin gave a perfunctory reply, and K
patted Silver, gesturing for him to stand up: "Come, let Mr. Laferin witness your charm."

Purchas stood up abruptly, seemingly unable to contain his anger. "
Clan Chief Cliff, I've come to discuss business with you, please..."

"Don't be so agitated. Business can be discussed slowly. As a nobleman, basic aesthetic knowledge is
crucial ; otherwise, wouldn't people laugh at us for not knowing how to appreciate art? My Silver is absolutely precious.

Come, Silver, hurry over." K elegantly interrupted Purchas's excited words, patting Silver's buttocks
and urging him on.

Silver continued to crawl gracefully and slowly as he had arrived, step by step, gentle and alluring, as if using a...
A lifetime was needed to bridge the mere few steps between him and Purchas. The silky skin clinging tightly to
his bones shimmered with an alluring glow, both soft and resilient.

As Silver approached and looked up, Purchas finally trembled uncontrollably, his body
shaking uncontrollably, completely losing his initial elegance and composure.

His lowered eyes finally opened fully, but he didn't look at the face of the person before him, only staring at
the slightly undulating curves hidden beneath his trousers. The mouthpiece prevented him from making any direct movements,
so Silver tilted his head in frustration, gently probing the warm object with his small nose. Feeling
the vibrations returning, he knew he had found a way.

He continued to move his nose along the curves, slowly and gently, rubbing against her, interspersed with Yin's heavy, malicious breaths
driven by the need for survival. The scorching breath could penetrate the fabric unimpeded
, directly contacting her skin, even infecting it with heat, stimulating her sensitive skin. Yin
understood that this kind of subtle, almost imperceptible teasing was most likely to arouse primal feelings; he
had experienced this deeply with Wu Zhou and K.

The calm curve began to become restless, the angle widening, the throbbing deepening—he was feeling something…
Purchas

's expression changed rapidly, seemingly helpless, yet also maliciously fierce.
Suddenly, as if venting his anger, Purchas violently tore open Yin's mouth, quickly pulled down the zipper, and
skillfully as if he had practiced it a hundred times, pulled out that dark object, mercilessly plunging it into Yin's small, cherry-red mouth,
and began thrusting back and forth without restraint.

Silver was momentarily stunned by the sudden change, but quickly recovered. K's earlier
command echoed in Silver's mind. He forced his
tongue to move inside Purchas's overly deep mouth, hoping to end the torture quickly. Purchas's unexpected and rough
thrusts knife-like pain.

Meanwhile, K, seated at the head of the table, only showed a flicker of gloom in his eyes when Purchas lost control. After a few changes in expression,
he calmly picked up his red tea and sipped it, as if the atrocity before him did not exist.

With Gin's efforts, Purchas finally let out a soft growl and erupted. His limp member, still
held in his mouth, panted. Gin swallowed the fluid that had been ejaculated into his mouth, quickly licking it clean with his tongue without any lust
. Then, he coldly crawled back to K's side, as if he
hadn't .

After catching his breath, Purchas regained his senses. Looking at Gin, who had returned to K's side,
a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes. K, who had been watching him closely, silently absorbed this gaze he had been waiting for
, a cruel smile flickering across his lips.

Having composed himself, Purchas regained his usual elegance and gave K a slight bow. "
Thank you Chief Clieford's hospitality. I must take my leave now. I hope
Chief Clieford will seriously consider my proposal."

"Very well, I will consider it carefully." K smiled even more elegantly than Purchas,
nodding slightly like a queen.

Purchas nodded to K, his gaze falling on Silver, who lay quietly to one side. His eyes held an undeniable
interest and predatory intent, but he only glanced at her briefly before turning away.

That brief glance sent a shiver down Silver's spine, a mixture of fear and excitement swirling within him.

K, who had placed his hand on Silver's back, clearly noticed this reaction. A smile played on his lips, a smile that was probably tender
but somehow cruel. He leisurely scratched Silver's delicate skin with his long nails, gradually
increasing the pressure until red marks appeared and blood trickled down his skin...

"Ugh..." Silver winced in pain. Had he done something wrong?

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself just now..." The flat voice was the one that terrified Silver the most.
His body trembled involuntarily, and he shook his head, trying to explain. He was the one who told him to serve him, wasn't he?

"I told you to make him happy, not to drink his stuff too!" K suddenly kicked Silver away
.

"Ah..." As his body fell, it touched the balloon inside. A soft sound came from inside him, and
after a sharp pain like an electric current passed through him, Silver felt a warm liquid flowing out of his anus—
the liquid . He crawled to his feet, too afraid to move, and could only remain seated on the slowly expanding fluid, as if he had lost control of his bladder, letting the liquid flow out of
his body . Only his body trembled honestly. "I told you, all the holes in your body belong to me. How dare you leave someone else's things inside

without my permission ? Tell me, how should I punish you?" K stood up, walked to Yin's side, and looked down at the disheveled Yin. Yin's body trembled even more violently. He didn't know what method K would use to punish him this time. "Come here!" K thought for a moment and commanded Yin. Yin reluctantly followed K's departing steps, heading towards the room he feared most. It was K's bedroom, and everything he wore was put on in that room. Now, what else would be added to his body...? It seemed there was no room left, Yin thought with a touch of self-mockery. Approaching the room, K gestured for Yin to lie on his side on the bed, then took out a thin tube and came over. Yin obediently opened his mouth, not understanding what the two things were for. Would these things cause him pain ? Yin thought his endurance was exceptional after enduring so many perverse acts from K. K picked up the tube and wiped it with a cotton ball soaked in something, then… what? He was going to insert this long tube into his throat? Yin suddenly understood what K was going to do. No… although the tube wasn't thick, his throat was delicate, and such a long foreign object entering his body certainly wouldn't be a pleasant experience. But things weren't up to him. K suddenly stopped, quickly pulled out a rope, and tied Yin's limbs to the bed before continuing to insert the tube deeper. No… too deep. The tube had already passed through his throat and was heading towards his esophagus. The tender throat walls rubbed against the tube as Yin struggled , causing excruciating pain. Yin's tears fell uncontrollably. No, K had already controlled his physical body; was he going to take over his internal organs too? No……

K, somewhat angry at Yin's continued struggles, forcefully held his chin in place, preventing any further
resistance.

The tube continued its advance, passing through the esophagus and beginning to enter the stomach. K seemed to think it was enough,
moving the other end of the tube slightly. Yin felt something flowing out of his body with this movement, but
Yin was preoccupied with the pain of the foreign object being forcibly inserted and the panic of being controlled by K, both inside and out, and had no time to
notice this subtle change.

K nodded in satisfaction, attached the bag of what appeared to be saline solution to the tube, lifted it, and
let the liquid flow down into his stomach. At first, Yin only felt a slight coolness, but
as the dosage increased, he began to feel nauseous. His already aching throat gradually began to itch and heave
. How could this be…

Yin had been completely subdued, obediently ceasing his struggles and silently enduring
the pain inflicted by K, but this urge to vomit was too intense, and Yin could no longer bear it and began to struggle again.

K twisted the end of the tube and secured it to Yin's face with tape, without
untying He sat down and quietly observed Yin's reaction.

The urge to vomit grew stronger and stronger. Yin felt like someone who couldn't sail properly had been tossed about at sea
for months. His stomach churned and screamed for release. His unsatisfied body seemed to sense
the pain, his scalp twitched in waves, and his mouth opened wide involuntarily as his throat moved, saliva
running down his face, but because of his position, nothing came out of his stomach.

At this moment, K came over, untied the ropes, and Yin, trembling, scrambled into the bathroom.
A deafening vomiting sound immediately came from inside. K slowly moved over, leaning against the door as he watched Yin occasionally vomit
white gastric juice mixed with Purchas' semen. "This is just a small lesson.
If you make , I'll leave this feeding tube in your body forever. I'll make you eat when I want you to,
and vomit when I want you to."

Yin didn't react and continued vomiting everything in his stomach, but K knew he had listened, because
a goosebump that only appeared when Yin was extremely scared rose on his back. He smiled with satisfaction,
took a bottle of high-quality milk from a nearby shelf, and poured it into a basin. His little darling must be hungry after all this commotion; he had to be
considerate and prepare something delicious for him.

When Yin crawled out of the bathroom, his limbs were weak, his face pale, and his mouth
couldn't , so he could only swallow uncomfortably with this foreign object that terrified him. Seeing the milk at K's feet,
Yin trembled constantly, whether from fear or weakness, it was hard to tell.

"Come on, little one, are you hungry? Have something to eat." K kicked the small bowl, gesturing for him to come and eat.

Somewhat hesitant, but knowing he couldn't disobey K's orders, otherwise he'd only suffer, he laboriously crawled
to the bowl, enduring the discomfort of a foreign object in his throat, and began to eat his daily meal—milk.

Gently patting his little pet, K was satisfied with Yin's obedient compliance.

It was time to begin; habit can be a terrible thing…

Part Four: The fireplace in

the master bedroom of the Altes Palace

cast a dim, half-lit glow on the room. At the boundary between shadow and light was
the 10-size French bed in the center of the room. The expensive silk quilt on the bed had long since
lost its primary function in the warmth of the fireplace, barely covering his buttocks. The high shadow cast on the bed indicated that there was more than one person
there .

"Hmm..."

"Awake?" A deep, magnetic voice, cool yet slightly concerned
, suddenly rang out in the quiet room. The person who had hummed earlier looked up, a little confused, at
the face above him. After a moment, he finally realized what was happening, his initial dazed expression vanishing. He didn't
notice, however, that as he composed himself, the face above him also softened, revealing a hint of affection. "Get up if you're
awake. We have other things to do today."

"Hmm." He gently lifted his leg, pulling at the object buried deep inside him. He took a deep breath; his
highly sensitive body, honed by training, honestly reflected its owner's feelings. The clenched opening, about to withdraw after
a night something, trembled and pulsated with reluctance. The man beneath him suddenly
grabbed his waist. "So thirsty? You've been holding it all night, aren't you satisfied?" The words were whispered in his ear,
the warm breath tickling his ear canal.

The clasped hands suddenly exerted force, and the fleshy wedge, which had already withdrawn halfway, was driven back heavily into his body. "Ah...

Ah..."

"Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted?" The seductive voice kept tempting him in his ear.
His body, already out of control, could not resist the demon's invasion. His tight little hole tried its best to clench the fleshy wedge that was deeply penetrating him,
pleasing the man beneath him. "...Ugh... Ugh... k..."
The impact, more intense than ever before, made Yin's numb anus tingle with itchiness. His trembling lips unconsciously uttered the first meaningful word since arriving at
the Altes Palace. His hazy eyes couldn't catch the fleeting surprise and joy in K's eyes beneath him
; he could only feel K's intensely hot body pressing deeper into him. Because of
the disc in front of him and the restraints on his knees, he was forced to kneel and crawl on K's body every night to endure the assault.
The posture that used to cause him so much pain was different today. Unable to stop himself, his hand reached for
the disc , mimicking K's movements, slowly tightening the chain. "Ah..." The tightened sensitive area sent
a burning sensation through him. Yin gently swayed his hips, relaxing himself to allow K to penetrate deeper. Sounds escaped his
control, involuntarily escaping his throat.

K watched Yin's actions with surprise but didn't stop him. It seemed habit was indeed a terrifying thing
; Yin, accustomed to the restraints, was no longer satisfied with this level of pleasure and began to uncontrollably crave higher
sensations. "Am I finally going to capture you?"

The room, now calmed, was still filled with a lingering musky scent of desire. Yin, dazed from the act, felt
the object withdrawing from her body. She gently opened her eyes, her forehead pressed against K's chest, her breathing still unsteady,
her body trembling slightly—whether from the recent passion or the fear of losing control, it was unclear.

K had withdrawn, but her numb anus wouldn't close. This was the result of holding K inside her every night, waking up each morning...
The inevitable result was that after a while, the entrance to this lewd hole would obediently close under K's movements. K, having
tidied himself , walked over and lightly scraped his index finger across the open, constantly leaking fluid from the little hole. Stimulated, the little opening
suddenly closed, stopping the fluid that was gradually wetting the sheets—the fluid K had ejaculated inside him and
the fluid naturally secreted by his body, trained by the beef, to please this man.

Yin thought sadly of his body; there was no hope left. This body had been completely taken over by him
; he was now just a borrowed soul. When he discovered that the beef he sucked every day caused his
intestines to automatically secrete lubricant when a foreign object entered, he knew he was finished. Later, when he discovered that if
he didn't suck K's fleshy wedge at night, his buttocks would be as wet as a woman's all night, Yin knew he was completely doomed
.

"Put this on." Something suddenly fell over his head, interrupting Yin's thoughts. He picked it up; it was a
coat, the snow-white material soft and warm, clearly an expensive item. But
how could he possibly fit into it, given his constant kneeling posture?

K's hand suddenly reached for his chest. Yin instinctively arched his back slightly, offering his swollen nipples
to K's hand, only to find that K's hands bypassed him, reaching for the original plate, loosening the noose, and then tapping
several . The thing he had supposedly worn for a lifetime simply fell off. K patted the
still-stunned Yin, "Put it on."

His body, unclothed for so long, felt uncomfortable wrapped in the coat. He was completely naked underneath. The coat was long, reaching all the way
to his ankles, so he didn't feel cold. Yin watched with some confusion as K carried him into the car. This was his first outing since being brought to this
castle .

K was driving when he suddenly gently patted his head. "We're going on a date today, just the two of us."

Surprised by his gentleness, Yin wondered what was wrong with K? A date? That word didn't seem appropriate for them
. But, used to obeying K's orders, he remained silent.

The car drove further and further away from human habitation, heading into the mountains. Where were they going?

The car finally stopped. It was a cliff face with a narrow path running through it, as if the mountain had suddenly
split open . Yin was puzzled. What was K planning?

"Come on, the car can't go any further. Let's walk." K opened the car door and scooped him up.
Since he was only wearing a coat and no shoes, K carried him across the
narrow, not-so-short path.

They didn't speak the entire way. Yin was used to silence, while K was just naturally aloof. Yin found
his own thoughts strange. He seemed to understand K very well; he could always read K's
meaning from his cold attitude. Was this what they meant by "the one who understands you best is inevitably your enemy"?

The road gradually came to an end, and the view opened up. Stepping out of the path, the sudden sunlight made Yin squint. After his vision adjusted,
a vast field of flowers appeared before him. That was…

"Do you like them? These are hyacinths, also called wild lilies." K's unique voice rang in his ears, sending
a shiver down his spine. But he had no time to pay attention, because the scene before him was too breathtaking. Such a vast field of
wild lilies A corner of his heart skipped a beat. It seemed that a long, long time ago, he had made a
wish, which also seemed to be related to a flower field. What was it?

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" His chin was lifted, and his gaze met those eyes known as the Demon Eyes.
Yin shook his head. "I… like…" His tongue, which hadn't moved for a long time, hesitated as he uttered the single word.

This time, Yin clearly caught a glimpse of sudden surprise in K's usually calm and unwavering eyes. What was wrong? Had

he said something wrong? His body involuntarily stiffened.

K seemed to notice his unease, gently placing him on the ground and walking forward,
squatting down at the edge of the flower field. "This is a secluded spot I specifically found, a home for these flowers." K didn't turn around, speaking
as if in a murmur. Yin wasn't sure if he was talking to himself. Although it was just the two of them,
his voice was too ethereal, as if he were speaking to someone from his memories. Yin felt a little
scared . He had never seen K like this before. This sense of helplessness about the unknown was even
more disorienting than when he realized he had woken up in the dayless city.

“I planted this flower field for someone. He said he wanted to be buried by a field of hyacinths when he was unhappy
, so he could escape the ugliness of the world. But when I gained the ability to build flower fields
, that person forgot.” K continued speaking. His voice slowly drifted back to him from what seemed like a distant
horizon . Why did he feel as if the world-
weary look on the little boy’s face when he said this wish was echoing K’s words? Most importantly, why did that boy and he look so alike?

Yin suddenly became afraid. “Ah…ah…ah…” He didn’t know why he
screamed. He just felt that if he didn’t scream, he would be sucked into the vortex of fear. So he screamed.
He didn’t want to think about anything anymore. He didn’t want to think about anything. He was Yin, just Yin, and he didn’t want to think about anything.

"What's wrong?" He was embraced by that familiar arms again, and strangely, his fear subsided. Yin gripped
K's collar tightly. "Go...back..." Normally, Yin would never dare speak to K in such a commanding
tone , but today, even Yin couldn't explain why. It was as if he was supposed to
speak like this. Strangely, K seemed completely unconcerned, picking him up and carrying him back the way they came.

Emerging from that path, it felt like returning to the human world, and Yin breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason,
the flower field, though beautiful, had frightened him.

"What are you doing?" K, who was holding him, suddenly spoke. Yin turned around in confusion, because he
had been gripping his collar, so he hadn't noticed
the several men in black suits and sunglasses standing in front of their car.

The five

burly men in black ignored K's question, quickly surrounding K and Yin, locking them firmly within
their attack range.

K frowned slightly, watching their movements with a casual expression. He placed the silver in his arms on the ground, straightened
up and faced the group with a relaxed demeanor.

The man in black, who seemed to be the leader, made a hand gesture, and several people quickly moved in. They were
clearly trained in a combined attack technique; their teamwork was seamless, and their offense and defense were well-balanced. K frowned in surprise, but at present...
He could still control the situation for the time being, so he wasn't too worried.

K sidestepped the attack from the group, elegantly raising his leg high and delivering a powerful downward kick
to the shoulder of the man on his right, attempting to break their encirclement.

The attacked man seemed to sense K's intention and ducked sharply, but K's well-prepared
strike was incredibly fast. Although he dodged slightly, he was still hit by K's kick, staggering back two steps.
That was it! K swiftly moved up to the man who hadn't reacted in time, delivering a powerful blow that sent the
unsuspecting fellow flying.

The combined attack was broken. The leader glared angrily at K, who was dusting himself off, but didn't speak. K
sensed something was wrong and was about to speak when a cold, tubular object suddenly pressed against the back of his head. It was so fast
that it was already on his head before K could react. Only then did Yin realize that K was in danger. He frowned in surprise at
the sudden person. He was right behind K, but he hadn't seen the person's
movements either.

The person was also dressed in black, with a stern expression. Before K could speak, a heavy blow struck K's
neck , causing K to collapse to the ground without resistance. Yin let out a soft breath. It seemed that facing K was not
as easy as it appeared. What followed was quite simple. Yin posed no threat to them.
A gun was all it took to get Yin obediently into the car—the same car K and Yin had come in. The car drove away.

After a long while, a handsome man appeared beside K, who was still
lying K, "Sir, they went in the direction you guessed."

K, who had seemed to have fainted, slowly got up, rubbing the area where he had been attacked, a cruel smile
incongruously . "Continue according to plan!"

"Yes!" The man answered with the same respectful tone, then vanished as mysteriously as he had arrived, leaving only K gazing thoughtfully into the distance on
the mountain path …

Yin was led to a strange room. The room was pure white, but not the color of the walls. Upon closer
inspection, one could see that the walls were covered with a layer of long, white, wool-like material, even the floor was
covered . In the center of the room was a bed, a cold-looking metal bed. At the foot of the bed were
two strange grooved supports, seemingly for placing strip-shaped objects. Yin frowned slightly when he saw the bed.
This bed…

The men who had brought him there roughly pushed him to the center of the room, took an injection, injected an unknown drug into his
arm and then left.

Yin leaned quietly against the bed. He didn't know who those people were, or why they had captured him. In
this unclear situation, observing the situation was the wisest course of action. Besides, his current physical condition didn't allow him to resist.

After an unknown amount of time, Yin felt his body growing increasingly weak, until finally he could only slump against
the floor. He knew this was the effect of the injection he'd just received, probably
something like a muscle relaxant. Knowing what it was, he felt a sense of calm. Closing his eyes, Yin thought that since they had
injected him with this, the person in charge should appear once the drug took effect. Sure enough, not long after Yin closed his eyes, the door
opened.

Yin felt someone stop in front of him, and a pair of hands reached out and lifted his chin. Yin
opened his eyes ; it was him…

The man was elegantly dressed, a gentle smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the
gloom . He was the patriarch of the Laferin family who had come to the Altes Palace to see K that day. He remembered his name was
Purchas? Laferin—why was he arresting him?

Purchas looked at the face in his hand with slightly excited heart. It was this face,
the face he both loved and hated. This face used to always carry a stubborn and arrogant expression,
which kind of self-important arrogance. So he destroyed it. But he never imagined that Kilp
Atrick? Clift could make him exude such a bewitching charm. He was unwilling!

Sharong belonged to him. He was his three years ago, even though he had destroyed him himself. Three years later
, he should be his again, even if he had destroyed him himself. So he had someone bring him here.

Gently stroking the skin in his hand with his thumb, Purchas felt this familiar yet nostalgic
sensation. "Welcome to my fortress… How should I address you?" He knew Sharong
had lost his memory, which was better for him. He didn't want him to remember anything.

Yin ignored his question. This man had always instilled a sense of fear in him, not mere dread
, but a fear he was unwilling to confront, much like his own past. At this point, he
no longer wanted to remember the past…

Purchas didn't mind Yin's coldness. Sharong had always been like this,
but he hadn't possessed this kind of elegance then. Now, even if he was arrogant, it was merely
the vanity , and it no longer aroused his hatred. He knew the alluring charm beneath that coat. "May I ask you
to take off your coat?"

Yin still didn't answer. He knew that in some ways, he and K were the same kind of people. As nobles,
they always liked to feign elegance by seeking opinions, even though the result of the inquiry didn't affect their actions, so
he was too lazy to answer.

Purchas shrugged and began unbuttoning Silver's coat. The coat was long, so it had many buttons—
15 in total. He unbuttoned it slowly, his fingers slipping inside to savor the luxurious silky feel. That
subtle sensation was a pleasure to him, and he wasn't about to give it up.

Silver lay there limply, letting Purchas do as he pleased, seemingly unresponsive to his teasing .
But when Purchas completely undressed him, the slight pink flush on his skin betrayed his
true feelings. Suddenly, his soft body was lifted up, and Purchas placed Silver on the only
bed available. The cold touch startled Silver, a familiar feeling washing over him. It seemed he had done
the same thing before—was it in the No-Day Ward? Somewhat confused, he couldn't remember…

Purchas placed Silver's legs on the strange support and fastened it with a belt, so Silver was
lying on his back with his legs wide apart. This was… a delivery bed in the delivery room!

Positioned between Yin's legs, a noticeable wetness was visible; he suddenly frowned.
Purchas was unaware that Gin's anus was automatically moist. He instinctively thought it was K's
residue , which wasn't wrong—half of it was from K's morning activities—but
Gin's own bodily fluids, secreted over time, had made it overflowing.

This sight enraged Purchas. He grabbed a large
syringe from under the bed, filled with a pale yellow liquid, and plunged it into Gin's anus with a needle.
There was no mercy, only brutality born of rage. The liquid gushed into
Gin's anus under the force of the plunger.

"Ugh..." Startled by the sudden entry, the rapidly flowing liquid
surged , causing waves of sharp pain, as if something alive was writhing inside her.

After a long while, the liquid had all entered Silver's body. Purchas suddenly thrust the syringe
forward , a sound like tearing cloth rang out. The large syringe sank into Silver's body, blocking
the liquid that was about to flow out. At the same time, it caused specks of red to appear on Silver's anus. The red blood dripping onto the snow-white long hair
looked so shocking yet tragically beautiful. Purchas watched Silver's pained expression with some fascination,
gently turning the exposed half of the syringe. He saw Silver suddenly furrow his brows, then smile happily. He had always
wanted to see Shrong's expression,
the expression of a wounded little animal after stripping away his arrogance and sharpness.

The tearing pain in his anus was gradually masked by the agonizing desire for release raging in his stomach. Silver unconsciously twitched
his anus; he…wanted to come out…

Sensing the change in Silver's anus, Purchas satisfiedly removed the syringe. Silver's anus
convulsed violently, a pale yellow liquid occasionally mixed with some white fluid gushing from his body. “Ah…” The sudden
pleasure overwhelmed Silver, causing him to arch his chest uncontrollably.

Watching Silver's clean anus move with its usual rhythmic contractions, Purchas unbuckled his belt,
pulled down his zipper, and pulled out his already hot and hard erection. Without any warning, he thrust straight in. The contracting
anus was suddenly attacked, caught off guard and invaded. The rough movements violently tore at the previous
wounds. Only the act of release made Silver feel as if he had returned to a world without daylight. Although K
subjected various forms of treatment, he never hurt him like this. For K, appropriate pain could make a pet obedient,
but excessive harm would cause psychological trauma, which was the worst outcome.

Purchas continued his actions on him. As the pain gradually numbed, fragments of memories, both familiar and unfamiliar, began to surface in Gin's
mind Sometimes it was himself, sometimes it was him
and Purchas, and occasionally it would appear with him and K. But he seemed so
young , and he had no recollection of any of these moments, as if they weren't his own experiences. Yet why
did they keep resurfacing? A light, familiar melody seemed to drift into his ears. As the melody
rose higher, the images in Gin's mind became clearer. Many things he hadn't understood before suddenly
became clear. So that's how it was…

Purchas's movements suddenly became more forceful, seemingly displeased with Gin's distraction. Gin,
regaining his senses looked at Purchas with a bewildered expression for a moment, then plunged headlong into this
feast of desire, responding seductively and moaning loudly. At this moment, Gin exuded an unprecedented allure.

The door opened, and the guards were about to turn around to greet their master when they saw a
fist grow larger and larger, the fist stained with blood. Within moments, a fist mark was left on each of them, and they all
fell silently to the ground. After dealing with them, Yin leaned against the table, slightly panting, and
looked up at the door a few steps away. He knew that the real challenge lay ahead, and it wouldn't end
as . After catching his breath, Yin walked towards the door.

The sixth

door was gently pushed open. There was no one outside; it seemed that because it was the main house, there weren't many
guards . Yin didn't go anywhere else but headed straight for the main entrance. He knew that the main entrance was
the weakest point in the house's defenses. The other places seemed unassuming but were actually heavily guarded. Although there were
guards at the main entrance, they were just for show. Although his body couldn't support him for long, he could still handle those few weaklings
outside .

Reaching the door, Yin flicked the lock, letting the man open slowly on his own without pulling him.
The person outside seemed to sense something amiss, pushing the door open to investigate. "This is it!" Yin suddenly sprang into action, striking with a palm strike.
He knew he was 80% confident he could subdue him in one move.

Unexpectedly, the simpleton quickly took a small step to the left, turning and counterattacking. Yin parried
the blow, but his body, dulled by three years, couldn't compare to its prime. He staggered back
two steps, panting. He knew he'd met his match. Even three years ago, this reaction and skill would have taken him five or
six minutes to resolve; now, he feared he couldn't defeat him.

Just as Yin was thinking of a way to escape, a muffled sound rang out, like a firecracker exploding in
cotton . Then, the man slowly collapsed. Behind him stood a handsome, imposing man,
holding a silenced gun, smoke still rising from its muzzle.

Yin nodded, "Thank you..."

The man ignored him, simply turning aside to let his master behind him pass. Yin had
n't . The man slowly walked up, stopping three steps away.
A slightly parted smile, alluring and seductive, appeared on his lips as he lazily said, "I've come to pick you up, my dear Sharong
."

Yin—no... Sharong's pupils constricted sharply, his lips pressed tightly together,
his eyes sharply fixed on K.

K wasn't in a hurry, simply smiling as he watched him, waiting for his little prey to obediently return to his side. Finally,
Sharong sighed, slowly walking towards K and submissively nestling into his open arms.

Stroking Sharong's now-grown hair, a faint smile appeared on K's lips; no
one knew what that smile meant. K then picked up Sharong and left the once glorious Laferin family mansion, which was on the verge of decline after losing two patriarchs at
the same time .

Silver took the tequila from the servant, took a light puff, and, somewhat unsure of what to do, slowly
walked to the balcony. Since returning to Alteser Palace that day, his life had returned to what it was before… well,
not exactly back to the past. K had removed everything from his body afterward, leaving only
the silver tube within his clone. Now he could move freely within Alteser Palace, no longer needing
K's assistance to crawl around. Having regained his memories, he seemed exactly the same as before, unchanged—still
obedient, still quiet. He hadn't reverted to his former self because of his memories. Perhaps some things, once
changed are hard to return to, like his body, and… Purchas.

Back here, he was determined to be Silver again, not Sharong. Perhaps he hoped that
the name Sharong would be buried along with that person's annihilation.

That person… he once loved him deeply. For him, he abandoned his dignity as clan leader, even
his manly pride. He made himself please that man, using his position as clan leader
to cultivate power for him. And then… with a “bang,” Yin threw down the glass of tequila.
And then … he had personally sold him into Wuzhou!

Panting, he slid down the wall. Three years of unrestrained sex had ruined his body.
If K hadn't bought him from Wuzhou two years ago, he would probably be dead there by now.

Should he be grateful? Heh… Yin gave a bitter laugh. Although K had saved his life, he had turned
him into a freak, neither male nor female. Now, if K didn't touch him for two days, his entire body would
become wet from the inside out. He was currently wearing a woman's underwear. This body…

wasn't this body a gift from K?

"What's wrong?" K's voice came from in front of him. He raised his head slightly, and the blinding sunlight shone
from , making his body, which seemed to be edged with gold, impossible to look directly at.

"Come here." K's attitude remained unchanged, just as before. He hadn't
changed because Yin was the former patriarch of the Laferin family and his best friend. Perhaps his
definition .

Without waiting for Yin's reaction, K reached out and picked him up, heading towards the bedroom. He had been away for three days due to clan
affairs , and during those three days, he had missed the fairy left behind every moment.

He tossed Yin onto the soft French bed, eagerly tearing off his cumbersome clothes. Lying down,
he bit Yin's slightly elongated nipple through the hole in his shirt, savoring it. His tongue playfully
darted through the fabric at the entrance, and he heard Yin's suppressed hissing. Amused, K tugged at
Yin's pants, wanting to enter that warm place as quickly as possible.

Pulling down the pants, he noticed a layer of white stuff underneath…

lifting Yin's buttocks, he saw a wet patch in the cleft. "So wet?" Seeing Yin turn his
head away in embarrassment, K gently inserted a finger, feeling Yin's slight tremor. He knew Yin's body, untouched for three days,
was just as eager for pleasure as his own.

Without hesitation, K adjusted his position and thrust in. The warm, wet cavity immediately enveloped
him, the alluring scent causing K to moan uncontrollably along with Yin.

Without any unnecessary movements, the two pursued pleasure with the most primal rhythm, constantly changing positions and
increasing speed. Yin's body couldn't take it anymore, and she fainted time and time again, only to be awakened again and again by K's
relentless onslaught.

Yin straddled K's waist, being lifted and slammed down by K. How many times had this happened? He didn't remember
. The sheets and their bodies were covered in their semen, the room filled with the pungent smell of bodily fluids.
Raising his weak hand, Yin seemed unable to bear it, leaving scratches on K's back, some even
drawing blood, but no one cared. At this moment, they only enjoyed…

Finally, it was over. Both lay exhausted on the bed. K propped himself up, took two cigarettes, and
asked Yin with his eyes. He lit one with a lighter and handed it to Yin, watching him take a deep drag, close his eyes to savor
the taste he hadn't experienced in a long time. Suddenly, K grabbed his chin, and with Yin's surprised open eyes, leaned forward to borrow a light from the cigarette in his
mouth .

The cigarette was lit, but K didn't leave, just staring blankly at Yin. Yin didn't speak, just
quietly met his gaze. The two embers burned quickly, and when only half a cigarette remained, K
suddenly clutched his chest and leaned against the pillow. "Looks like I lost the bet after all."

Yin didn't speak, the half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes calmly fixed ahead.

The five

burly men in black ignored K's question, quickly surrounding K and Yin, locking them firmly within
their attack range.

K frowned slightly, casually watching their movements, placing Yin on the ground, and
straightening up still appearing relaxed as he faced the group.

The man in the middle, seemingly the leader, made a gesture, and several men quickly closed in. Clearly, they
were a coordinated attack technique; their teamwork was seamless, their offense and defense well-balanced. K frowned in surprise, but
he could still control the situation for the time being, so he wasn't too worried.

K sidestepped the attack from the group, gracefully raising her leg high and delivering a powerful downward kick
to the shoulder of the man on her right, attempting to break their encirclement.

The man seemed to sense K's intention and ducked sharply, but K's well-prepared
strike was incredibly fast. Although he dodged slightly, he was still struck by K's kick and staggered back two steps.
That was it! K swiftly moved up to the man who hadn't reacted in time and delivered a powerful blow that sent the
unsuspecting fellow flying.

The combined attack was broken. The leader glared angrily at K, who was dusting himself off, but didn't speak. K
sensed something was wrong and was about to speak when a cold, tubular object suddenly pressed against the back
of his head. It was so fast that it was already there before K could react. Yin only then realized that K was in danger. He frowned in surprise at
the sudden person. He was right behind K, but he hadn't seen the person's
movements either.

The person was dressed in black, with a stern expression. Before K could speak, a heavy blow struck K's neck.
K collapsed to the ground without resistance. He let out a soft breath; it seemed dealing with K wasn't
as easy as it appeared. Then it was quite simple. Silver posed no threat to them; a
gun was all it took to get Silver into the car—the same car K and Silver had arrived in—and it sped away.

A long time later, a handsome man appeared beside K, who was still
lying , "Sir, they went in the direction you guessed."

K, who had seemed unconscious, slowly got up, rubbing his injured areas, a cruel smile
incongruously . "Continue according to plan!"

"Yes!" The man answered with the same respectful tone, then vanished as mysteriously as he had arrived, leaving only K gazing thoughtfully into the distance on
the mountain …

Yin was led to a strange room. The room was pure white, but not the color of the walls. Upon closer
inspection, one could see that the walls were covered with a layer of long, white, wool-like material, even the floor was covered
. In the center of the room was a bed, a cold-looking metal bed. At the foot of the bed were
two strange grooves, seemingly for placing long, thin objects. Yin frowned slightly when he saw
the bed…

The men who had brought him there roughly pushed him to the center of the room, took an injection, injected an unknown drug into his
arm and then left.

Yin accepted the injection without resistance; he didn't think his resistance could move these
burly men, who weren't even a match for K. After they all left, Yin quietly leaned against the bed, slowly waiting for
what would happen.

He didn't know who those people were, or why they had captured him. In this unclear situation, observing the situation was the
wisest course of action . Moreover, his current physical condition didn't allow him to resist.

After an unknown amount of time, Yin felt his body growing increasingly weak, until finally he could only slump against
the ground. He knew this was the effect of the injection he'd just received, probably
something like a muscle relaxant. Knowing what it was, he felt a sense of calm. Closing his eyes, Yin thought that since they had
injected him with this, the person in charge should appear once the drug took effect. Sure enough, not long after Yin closed his eyes, the door
opened.

Yin felt someone stop in front of him, a pair of hands reaching out and lifting his chin. Yin
opened his eyes ; it was him…

The newcomer was elegantly dressed, a gentle smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the gloom in his eyes.

He was the patriarch of the Laferin family who had come to the Altes Palace to see K that day. He remembered his name was
Purchas? Laferin—why was he grabbing him?

Purchas looked at the face in his hand with slightly excited heart. It was this face,
the face he both loved and hated. This face used to always carry a stubborn and arrogant expression,
which kind of self-important arrogance. So he destroyed it. But he never expected Kilp
Atrick? Cliffford to buy him out of the Dayless City and give him such a seductive
air. He was unwilling! Sharong belonged to him. He was his three years ago, even though he had destroyed
him himself. Three years later, he should be his again, even if he had destroyed him himself. So he had someone bring him here.

Gently stroking the skin in his hand with his thumb, Purchas felt this familiar yet nostalgic
sensation. "Welcome to my fortress… How should I address you?" He knew Sharong
had lost his memory, which was better for him. He didn't want him to remember anything.

Yin ignored his question. This man had always instilled a sense of fear in him, not mere dread
, but a fear he was unwilling to confront, much like his own past. At this point, he
no longer wanted to remember the past…

Purchas didn't mind Yin's coldness. Sharong had always been like this,
but he hadn't possessed this kind of elegance then. Now, even if he was arrogant, it was merely
the vanity , and it no longer aroused his hatred. He knew the alluring charm beneath that coat. "May I ask you
to take off your coat?"

Yin still didn't answer. He knew that in some ways, he and K were the same kind of people. As nobles,
they always liked to feign elegance and solicit opinions, but the result of the inquiry didn't actually influence their actions, so
he was too lazy to answer.

Purchas shrugged and began unbuttoning Silver's coat. The coat was long, so it had many buttons—
15 in total. He unbuttoned it slowly, his fingers slipping inside to savor the luxurious silky feel. That
subtle sensation was a pleasure to him, and he wasn't about to give it up.

Silver lay there limply, letting Purchas do as he pleased, seemingly unresponsive to his teasing .
But when Purchas completely undressed him, the slight pink flush on his skin betrayed his
true feelings. Suddenly, his soft body was lifted up, and Purchas placed Silver on the only
bed available. The cold touch startled Silver, a familiar feeling washing over him. It seemed he had done
the same thing before—was it in the No-Day Ward? Somewhat confused, he couldn't remember…

Purchas placed Silver's legs on the strange support and fastened it with a belt, so Silver was
lying on his back with his legs wide apart. This was… a delivery bed in the delivery room!

Positioned between Silver's legs, he could clearly see a wet patch, and he frowned.

Purchas hadn't known that Silver's anus would automatically become wet; he instinctively thought it was K
's residue. While that wasn't wrong—half of it was from K's morning activities—Silver's own bodily fluids, secreted over
the long period, had made it even more overflowing.

This sight ignited Purchas's fury. He grabbed a large
syringe from under the bed, filled with a pale yellow liquid, and, with the needle removed, aimed it at Silver's anus,
plunging it in with a brutal, ruthless thrust. There was no mercy, only the brutality born of rage. The liquid gushed into
Silver's anus under the force of the plunge.

"Ugh..." Startled by the sudden entry, the rapidly flowing liquid
surged , a sharp pain shooting through her as if something alive was writhing inside.

After a long while, the liquid had all entered Silver's body, and Purchas suddenly and forcefully injected the syringe...
A sharp sound, like tearing fabric, rang out as a large syringe plunged into Yin's body
, blocking the liquid that was about to flow out. At the same time, it left specks of red on Yin's anus, the red blood dripping onto his snow-white pubic hair,
a sight both shocking and melancholicly beautiful. Purchas watched Yin's pained expression with fascination,
gently rotating the exposed half of the syringe. He saw Yin suddenly furrow his brow, then smiled happily. He had always
wanted to see Shrong's expression—
the expression of a wounded animal after stripping away his arrogance and sharpness.

The tearing pain in his anus was gradually masked by the clamoring pain in his stomach, a desire for release. Yin unconsciously twitched
his anus; he…wanted to come out…

Sensing the change in Yin's anus, Purchas removed the syringe with satisfaction. Yin's anus
convulsed violently, a pale yellow liquid occasionally mixed with some white fluid gushing out of his body. "Ah…" The sudden
pleasure made Yin arch his chest uncontrollably.

Watching the clean, pulsating anus of Silver's, purchas unbuckled his belt,
pulled down his zipper, and thrust his already hot, hard member in without warning.
The anus, which was contracting, was suddenly attacked; the unsuspecting area was invaded, the rough movements tearing at the previous
wounds. Only the act of release made Silver feel as if he had returned to a world without daylight. He unconsciously thought of K,
the man who was equally terrifying to him, but while K subjected him to various forms of abuse, he never
hurt him like this. For K, a little pain could make a pet obedient, but excessive harm would
cause psychological trauma, which was the worst possible outcome.

Purchas continued his actions on him. As the pain gradually numbed, fragments of memories, both familiar and unfamiliar, began to surface in Gin's
mind Sometimes it was himself, sometimes it was him
and Purchas, and occasionally it would appear with him and K. But he seemed so
young , and he had no recollection of any of these moments, as if they weren't his own experiences. Yet why
did they keep resurfacing? A light, familiar melody seemed to drift into his ears. As the melody
rose higher, the images in Gin's mind became clearer. Many things he hadn't understood before suddenly
became clear. So that's how it was…

Purchas's movements suddenly became more forceful, seemingly displeased with Gin's distraction. Gin,
regaining his senses looked at Purchas with a bewildered expression for a moment, then plunged headlong into this
feast of desire, responding seductively and moaning loudly. At this moment, Gin exuded an unprecedented allure.

After everything was over, Purchas straightened up, tidied
his clothes (which weren't too disheveled), and gently said to Gin, who was still lying weakly on the delivery bed, "Be good, stay here
. I have some things to take care of. I'll come find you tonight." He gently stroked the soft
skin on Gin's inner thigh, pleased to see her anus release its own fluid after its usual spasms.

The door closed, and Gin slightly propped himself up, struggling to reach the leather straps on his feet. After finally untying them,
he collapsed again, exhausted. He gently adjusted his breathing and slowly stood up. The moment
he landed a sharp pain shot through his anus. He frowned uncomfortably; he hadn't suffered this kind of injury in a long time.

He walked to the door; it was locked. He pressed his ear to the door and, unsurprisingly, heard the guards outside.
After a moment's thought , he slowly sat down against the hairy door, feeling the fluid inside him flow out with the movement
, wetting the snow-white hair. Yin frowned, seemingly finding it hard to accept, but he quickly immersed himself in
his thoughts. He needed to think carefully about the facts that had just flashed through his mind, to think things through…

That evening, just as Purchas had said, he came to the room again, bringing Yin's
food —a bag of fresh milk…

Yin noticed that he had only casually pushed the door open; it wasn't locked! A barely perceptible
glint .

Purchas casually placed the milk on the delivery bed and said to Yin with a smile, "Hungry?

Come and eat."

Yin obediently stepped forward, but before he could reach for the milk, Purchas pulled him into his arms.
Purchas's fingers, without any foreplay, slipped into Yin's warm anus, the cold fingers startling Yin
into shivering.

"Hehe, it's so cold outside, it's so much warmer for a little darling's mouth. Can I warm myself up?
" Purchas teased. Without waiting for Gin's reply, Purchas, using Gin's naked body as a springboard,
easily slid his erect penis into her still-wet vagina. He began to enjoy the sensation.

Gin wrapped his arms around Purchas's shoulders, letting out soft moans, it was impossible to tell if he was in pleasure or
pain.

The constant thrusting, the sweat, the panting, Purchas pressed Gin directly to the ground, feeling
the rhythmic contractions of Gin's vagina. Though unwilling to admit it, he knew Kilpatrick
had indeed trained him well. Thinking of this, Purchas couldn't help but thrust harder, venting his
pent-up frustration. Hearing Gin's sudden, louder moans, he thrust deeply and maliciously, ejaculating inside him.
He closed his eyes , savoring the last vestiges of pleasure, when he felt a burning sensation in his throat, followed by a sharp pain. He tried to scream but
couldn't make a sound. Opening his eyes, he saw Yin looking at him with a cold gaze, a fleeting
moment of déjà vu as if Yin were still the clan leader…

“Pure, this is the price you pay for betraying me.” The cold words uttered from Yin's mouth made Purchas's
eyes widen abruptly. His body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, suddenly chilled to the bone. It was Shrong…

Yin, no, now he should be called Shrong, coldly
watching Purchas, whose throat he had slit, slowly grow cold and stiff. A bitter feeling welled up inside him…

After a long while, the door opened. The guards were about to turn around to greet their master when they
saw a fist growing larger and larger, the fist stained with blood. Within moments, a fist
mark was left on each of them, and everyone fell to the ground silently. After dealing with them, Yin leaned against the table, slightly
out . He looked up at the door a few steps away, knowing that the real challenge lay ahead, and it wouldn't
end as easily as before. After catching his breath, Yin walked towards the door.

(Part Six)

The door was gently pushed open. There was no one outside; perhaps because it was the main house, there weren't many
guards . Yin didn't go anywhere else but headed straight for the main entrance. He knew the main entrance was
the weakest point in the house's defenses. The other places seemed unassuming but were actually heavily guarded. Although there were guards at the main entrance,
they were just for show. Although his body couldn't sustain a long fight, he could still handle those few incompetent fools
outside .

Reaching the door, Yin flicked the lock open, letting it open slowly on its own without pulling it. The person outside
seemed to sense something amiss and pushed the door open to investigate. This was it! Yin suddenly sprang into action, striking out with a palm strike.
He knew he was 80% confident he could subdue him in one move. And he had to subdue him in one move as well.

Unexpectedly, the simpleton quickly took a small step to the left, turned around, and counterattacked. Although Yin
parried the attack, his body, sluggish after three years, was no longer at its peak. Yin took
two steps back, panting. He knew he had bitten off more than he could chew. Even three years ago, it would have taken him five or
six minutes to react and deal with such a reaction and skill; now, he probably couldn't do anything to him.

Just as Yin was thinking of a way to escape, a dull thud sounded, like a firecracker exploding in
cotton . Then, the man slowly fell to the ground. Behind him stood a handsome, dashing man,
who held a silenced gun in his hand, smoke still rising from the muzzle.

Yin nodded, "Thank you..."

The man ignored him, simply turning aside to let his master behind him pass. Yin, too
nervous to notice the person behind him, slowly approached and stopped three steps away.
A captivating smile played on his lips as he lazily said, "I've come to pick you up, my dear Sharong
."

Sharong's pupils constricted sharply, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes fixed sharply on
K.

K remained unhurried, simply smiling as he waited for his little prey to obediently return to his side. Finally,
Sharong sighed, slowly walking towards K and nestling obediently into his open arms.

Stroking Sharong's now-grown hair, a faint smile played on K's lips; no
one knew what that smile meant. K then picked up Sharong and left the once-glorious Laferin family mansion,
now doomed after losing two patriarchs.

Silver took the tequila from the servant, took a light puff, and, unsure of what to do, slowly
walked to the balcony. Since returning to Altes Palace that day, his life had returned to normal... well,
not
exactly normal. K had removed everything from his body, leaving only the silver tube in his clone. Now he could move freely within Altes Palace, no longer needing
K's assistance to crawl around. Having regained his memories, he seemed exactly the same as before,
still obedient and quiet. He hadn't reverted to his former self because of his memories. Perhaps some things, once
changed are hard to return to, like his body, and... Purchas.

Back here, he was determined to be Silver again, not Sharong. Perhaps he wanted
the name Sharong to be buried along with that person's annihilation.

That person… he had loved him deeply. For him, he had abandoned his authority as clan leader, even his dignity as
a man. He had made himself please that man, using his position as clan leader
to cultivate power for him. And then… with a “bang,” Silver threw the glass of tequila away.
And then … he had personally sold him into the No-Day Sect!

Panting, he slid down the wall. Three years of unrestrained sexual activity had severely damaged his body.
If K hadn't bought him from the No-Day Sect two years ago, he would probably be dead there by now.

Should he be grateful to him? Heh… Yin chuckled bitterly. Although he had saved Yin's life, he had also turned
him into a freakish, neither-male-nor-female creature. Now, if his body wasn't touched by K for two days, it would
become damp from the inside out. He was currently wearing a woman's underwear in his pants. This body…

wasn't this body a gift from him?

“What’s wrong?” K’s voice came from in front of him. He raised his head slightly, and the blinding sunlight shone
from , making his body, which seemed to be edged with gold, impossible to look at directly.

“Come here.” K’s attitude remained unchanged, just as before. He hadn’t
changed because Yin was the former patriarch of the Laferin family and his best friend. Perhaps his
definition .

Before Yin could react, K reached out and picked him up, heading towards the bedroom. He had been away for three days due to clan
affairs , and during those three days, he had missed the fairy left behind.

He tossed Yin onto the soft French bed, impatiently tearing off his cumbersome clothes. Lying down,
he bit Yin's slightly elongated nipple through the hole in his shirt, savoring it. His tongue playfully
darted through the fabric at the entrance, and he heard Yin's suppressed hissing. Amused, K tugged at
Yin's pants, wanting to enter that warm place as quickly as possible.

Pulling down the pants, he noticed a layer of white stuff underneath…

lifting Yin's buttocks, he saw a wet patch in the cleft. "So wet?" Seeing Yin turn his
head away in embarrassment, K gently inserted a finger, feeling Yin's slight tremor. He knew Yin's body, untouched for three days,
was just as eager for pleasure as his own.

Without hesitation, K adjusted his position and thrust in. The warm, wet cavity immediately enveloped
him, the alluring scent causing K to moan uncontrollably along with Yin.

Without any unnecessary movements, the two pursued pleasure with the most primal rhythm, constantly changing positions and
increasing speed. Yin's body couldn't take it anymore, and he fainted time and time again, only to be awakened again and again by K's
relentless onslaught.

Yin straddled K's waist, being lifted and slammed down by K. How many times had this happened? He couldn't remember.
The sheets and their bodies were covered in their semen, the room filled with the pungent smell of bodily fluids.
Raising his somewhat weak hands, Yin seemed unable to bear it, leaving scratches on K's back, some even
drawing blood, but no one cared. At this moment, they only enjoyed...

Finally, the long and arduous battle ended. Both lay exhausted on the bed. K propped himself up, took
two cigarettes, and looked at Gin questioningly. He lit
one , close his eyes, and savor the taste he hadn't experienced in a long time. Suddenly, K grabbed Gin's chin, and with Gin's surprised
look, leaned forward and took a light from the cigarette in his mouth.

The cigarette was lit, but K didn't leave, just staring blankly at Gin. Gin didn't speak, quietly
meeting his gaze. The two embers burned together, the cigarette quickly fading. When only half remained, K suddenly clutched
his chest and leaned against the pillow. "Looks like I lost the bet after all."

Gin didn't speak, the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, his eyes calmly staring straight ahead.

Part Seven:

"When did you make your move?" K's breathing was a little rapid.

“When you were enjoying yourself on me.” Yin exhaled a smoke ring, raising her slender, white left hand to
examine it closely in the windowlight, answering K's question somewhat casually.

“Heh…cough…so it was your fingernails…no wonder you’re Shrong…” K seemed to
be struggling to breathe .

“Aren’t you surprised I knew?” Shrong turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over K’s
body and landing on K’s panting face.

“From the beginning of the setup, I never thought I could hide it from you now that you’ve regained your memories, cough…cough…three days ago
, when the sand that didn’t belong here appeared on the windowsill, I knew the final result was coming. Huff…huff……

so I left for three days to prepare for you…huff…cough…I was gambling, gambling on whether you could love
me.”

As if fulfilling a wish, K let out a long breath, but then coughed violently again.

"Heh... Do you think I would accept a man who turned me into this?" Hearing K's
words, Shrong paused slightly, then gave an unnatural sneer and said,

"But... if... I didn't do this... in this life... I wouldn't be able to win your heart,
I wouldn't even be able to have you..." A sad and helpless expression appeared on K's face, "Now
at least ... I... can hold... you..."

"Ha... just because of your selfish desires! You turned me into this! You devised such a
monstrous plan, turned Pure against me, had him sell me to... sell me to Wuzhou, hypnotized me to make me lose my memory,
to become your pet! Ha... is this your love for me? I'm afraid it's just a perverted possessiveness!" Shrong
suddenly shouted excitedly, his tone pausing uncontrollably when he mentioned Pure's betrayal
.

“No… don’t believe me… I didn’t expect him to… cough… sell you to… Wuzhou. I
bought you as soon as I found out… I never thought of doing this to you…” K paused, seemingly out of breath.

“Back then… I just wanted to… pull you down from your position as clan leader… and make you…
an ordinary person…” K’s voice was low and regretful.

“Whether you thought about it or not, I’ve already become like this, so there’s nothing more to say.”

Shrong, regaining his composure, picked up the last bit of his cigarette, took a deep drag, and flicked it out
the window . Sparks tumbled and disappeared outside the windowsill…

For a long time, K didn’t respond. Just when Shrong thought it was all over, a soft voice
came , “I’m sorry…” The voice was weak and powerless…

"Heh, you've wronged me! But thank you too. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known that
bastard would treat me like this. I loved him so much, I did so much for him..." Feeling the
hand trembling slightly behind him, as if infected, Shrong also trembled uncontrollably. "That day,
when you brought me back from Prue, I was very curious about the whole thing. Although it seemed reasonable, there were
many suspicious points. After all, the power I cultivated for Prue wasn't enough to bring me down. Someone helped
him. So I found 'Shadowless,' you should know..." "Shadowless," the
organization I founded when I was eighteen. I had Shadowless investigate what happened three years ago, and three days ago, they brought me the results. Yes,
that bit of dirt on the windowsill you found was their footprint. But I'm not afraid for you to know that
I have nothing left to lose now, and this wretched life of mine won't last much longer. Besides the investigation results, Shadowless
also brought 0.5 ounces of coca, 0.5 ounces of concentrated coca, heh...

I've embedded it in my nail. And then... I'll scratch it into your skin when you're enjoying it... haha...
…Good deeds bring good rewards, evil deeds bring evil consequences, K, this is all retribution!! The things that happened to me are because God said I killed too many people in the first half of my life !! Haha…” The sound behind him had long since died down, leaving only Shrong's slightly manic laughter
in the room … After a long while, the sounds gradually subsided, and Shrong began to regain his composure. He turned to look at K, who was now motionless beside him. If… you had confessed your love to me back then, perhaps I would have fallen in love with you, and perhaps everything would have been different… Shrong lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to K's cool lips. A drop of water fell, and his vision began to blur… Then, Shrong got out of bed, calmly put on his clothes, glanced one last time at the sleeping K, opened the door, and quietly left as if nothing had happened. Shrong kept walking… His bare feet were chafed raw by the sharp pebbles, causing a sharp, heart-wrenching pain. The secluded road was deserted, and two figures quietly emerged from the dark alley. Both wore tight black bodysuits that accentuated their agile figures; their similar attire made them difficult to distinguish. "Sir," the slightly taller of the two spoke hesitantly. Shrong looked terrible; his clean clothes were now tattered and filthy from his stumbling gait, his bare feet were stained with blood, and his face held an expression of utter despair. Shrong shook his head slightly, gesturing for them not to ask or say anything, and opened his chapped lips: "Jue, Ying, you can go. You're free now, you don't need to owe me anything anymore..." "Sir..." The two exchanged a glance, both seeing worry in each other's eyes. "I'm fine, I just have something to do, and I might not be around for a long time. Could you do me one last favor?" He paused, and seeing their nod, continued, "Help me go to the Altes Palace and..."

"I'm too exhausted to retrieve samples from the Aferin family mansion." He then told them the locations of the items,
and only left with a bitter smile after watching them disappear hesitantly. Actually, he had nothing more to retrieve; he
just didn't want them following him. It was time for them to be free…

Looking around blankly, Shrong suddenly realized that in this vast world… he had
nowhere to go. He smiled bitterly, a faint nostalgia for those days… Shaking his head, unwilling to recall those
memories that would make him weak, his steps still turned, heading towards that somewhat familiar place…

Silently, he walked to the beach that held so many memories, a beach he had never visited again. Looking at the sea at dusk…
A melancholy yellow glow...

The sound of waves reached him, and Shrong vaguely saw a little boy chasing another
boy . The wind blew, chilling his face. He casually sat down on the sand, the cool dampness seeping into his buttocks
, mingling with the existing moisture and making him feel uncomfortably like crying...

This spot was very close to the sea; every wave crashed down to his feet, carrying a
force ... The sea was cold in winter, and Shrong even felt his body starting to grow icy. Was
this what K had felt just now?

The waves grew closer and closer, some even reaching his waist, but then quickly receded.

Shrong felt he actually enjoyed this feeling, cold and devoid of warmth, as if he could be
swallowed up at any moment… just like his daily life before… In comparison, the life around K these past two years had made
him much weaker… Even when these hands were tearing open his skin, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
He used to be able to do anything without batting an eye, even if it meant being disemboweled…

Yin didn't know how long he had been sitting; his consciousness was becoming hazy, he only knew that it was already dark… His
body was completely frozen and out of control, he could still vaguely feel his body floating unsteadily…
The air seemed to be getting farther and farther away… that slight suffocation… didn't seem to bring any pain…
Then, there was only darkness…

The next day's newspaper carried a major news item on the front page: the head of the Clift
family dead at home yesterday, the cause of death is currently unknown, it is speculated that it may be a revenge killing for power, Clift…
The Clift family members were tight-lipped about the matter and unwilling to discuss it in detail. Currently, the Clift family is under
the control of a strange man, incredibly handsome…

At the same time, on that nameless beach, several young people playing there picked up a strange silver object from the sand —
a thin, hollow silver metal tube connected to a clasp-like device, with a movable seal at one end. The tube was engraved with ornate patterns, resembling the intricate and beautiful intertwining of purple vines.

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