GC | Chapter 1.2

Smack!

The grand duke, who had been rambling like a half-mad man, shut his mouth.

Shey, who usually took every new insult in stride no matter what he heard, seemed unable to endure this one. His cheek had gone red. Seeing the red spread even to his heaving chest, the grand duke turned his chin back toward him.

“Ah, I get it.”

Then he muttered it under his breath all at once. His unfocused amber eyes widened. Sensing something ominous, Shey tried to back away, but a hand covered in calluses seized his forearm.

“You like a human pretending to be a pig, don’t you, Shey!”

The moment he shouted that, the grand duke began imitating an animal with a beaming grin. Bracing his hands on the bed as if he were a four-legged beast, he started making guttural noises and shouting like a rutting boar. It sounded halfway between a roar and a scream. It was like a whole orchestra of dissonant instruments being played at once with no conductor.

From some children’s picture book, there came the sound of literal oinking. Even as Shey looked on, his face drained white, the grand duke did not stop. Instead, he pulled out his cock, already trailing strings of pre-cum, and rubbed it against Shey’s thigh while mimicking a rutting boar.

A man that beautiful, making pig noises and bawling like that, was grotesque in a way that was hard to describe. Laughing madly, the grand duke howled like an animal in rut.

He did not even bother to breathe properly while making animal sounds, so saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth, but he did not care at all. In fact, he brought his filthy lips close to Shey’s ear, went oink, oink! like a boar, and shook his cock around. Shey had not been dealing with the grand duke’s bizarre antics for just one or two days, but even so, he felt the world go dim.

“…Stop it.”

“Hah, khh, kyaaang…! Puhahaha!”

“I said stop it!”

Smack!

In the end, Shey shouted and swung his arm at the grand duke. Unlike before, the sound of flesh splitting was no joke. The grand duke’s cheek swelled in an instant. Rubbing the cheek that had started to redden, he looked at Shey with an expression so calm it was almost unnerving. His long, narrow eyes were certainly seductive, but they did not look alive.

“Don’t?”

“…”

“Say my name.”

“…”

“Shey. I told you to say my name.”

The grand duke, who had been imitating a beast as if he were out of his mind only moments ago, asked quietly. His voice was so low it somehow sounded melancholy.

“Come on.”

“…Ruslan.”

As force tightened around the forearm he was holding, Shey spat it out reluctantly. Even while feeling the desire to hear the answer he wanted and then throw him aside, the grand duke smiled. He looked so pure and attractive it was hard to imagine he was the same person who had just done something insane.

“Right. My name is Ruslan.”

Chuckling, Ruslan rubbed his cheek against Shey’s cheek, then suddenly asked while wrapping one arm around Shey’s narrow waist.

“Wasn’t that fun?”

He was asking whether the pig imitation had not been enjoyable. Shey, whose gaze was almost childish in its innocence, did not bother hiding his disgust. He did not even want to answer, but if he stayed silent, there was no telling what this lunatic would do next.

“It wasn’t fun.”

“I see… Still, tell me if you need it. I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll even set up a gang bang for you. Where else would you find a man like me? These days, you don’t need it? Your pussy would be loose with just my cock, after all?”

“I don’t need it, so shut up.”

The face of Ruslan that had once appeared in a narrow room, crushed beneath men, surfaced in memory. Even the tiniest fragment of that memory made Shey’s chest churn, so he shut his eyes instead.

Ruslan watched that sight with a dark look, then immediately pushed Shey down. Shey, suddenly lying flat with no chance to react, tried to shove the man away, but Ruslan snatched his wrist and slid a hand inside the loose indoor clothes.

“You’ve already wet yourself?”

The hole that had not gone a single day without being fucked was already open and soaked. From the damp entrance, wetness spilled out and clung stickily to his thighs.

“This is a woman’s pussy, Shey. A cock sleeve for taking only my cum.”

“Hh…”

Ruslan chuckled as he fondled the moist slit of pussy and Shey’s reddened cheek.

There was no denying that Shey was beautiful, but unlike most people, he had one physical difference that set him apart.

He had female genitals attached below his testicles.

The exact reason was never identified, but in Shey’s country, children born with both sets of genitals were by no means rare. And among priests, many were born female but carried incomplete male genitals, or conversely, like Shey, were male but had undeveloped female genitals. That was why people commonly called it priest’s disease.

Shey was convinced that the reason so many such people became priests was simply that the temple took in abandoned children who had been discarded as mutants, but in the end, it did seem as if they had those bodies and therefore became priests. The same body that was called a mutation outside was treated as the chosen disciple of the gods inside the temple.

“How was it yesterday? You were screaming your head off. Your pussy was shaking like crazy. Want me to do that again?”

“Shut, up. You disgusting bastard, hngh!”

“It felt good, didn’t it? You seemed to like being taken by my cock with the medicine on it more than getting gang-banged. Do you want to be the one eating it this time?”

“Quit talking insane nonsense! Ah!”

Yesterday afternoon, before the sun had even set, Ruslan had stumbled into Shey’s room after drinking heavily. After Shey had grimaced at the nose-stinging smell of wine and tried to avoid him for a moment, he was caught and then fucked like a beast in the room at the far end.

Ruslan usually pursued explicit, role-based coupling, but yesterday had been excessive. After taking more than a dozen loads, by the twentieth time Shey had honestly wished Ruslan would just strangle him to death. By then, the pain as if his lower body were about to fall apart had evolved into violent pleasure, and his limbs were trembling.

He had drenched himself in transparent fluid from the cock grinding into and ravaging his colon, and even pissed himself, but Ruslan rolled in the filth and made Shey scream himself hoarse.

When he was about to black out, Ruslan slapped his cheeks to wake him and drove a fist or two into the lower abdomen that held his cock. The punches carried quite a bit of force, and being hit while swallowing a cock made his stomach ring dully, forcing him awake again and again.

Only after his whole body had been dirtied by semen and urine, and his nipples had been bitten purple from one side to the other, did the disgusting fucking finally end, and only then did he realize belatedly, from the strange scent in Ruslan’s breath, that he had been drinking wine and aphrodisiac together.

“If you don’t want to take it in your mouth, I’ll stuff it straight into your pussy. Then you won’t be able to do anything but suck cock. I wonder if you can be satisfied with just my cock? I might have to round up those bastards again and make them wait.”

“Mmph! Hic…”

“Shey, spread your legs. I want to lick your pussy.”

“Ghh, hht.”

“Focus, Shey. Spread your legs. Hold your knees.”

“Huu, hngh…”

Ruslan gave the order carelessly and pulled Shey’s white hand over to make him hold the backs of his knees. By then his lower clothes had already been stripped off, exposing the whole lower half of his body, and Shey panted in obvious distress.

“Do I really have to force you before you’ll listen…? Do you really want to act like such a bitch?”

Ruslan grumbled, shaking his head as if he could not understand at all, then buried his face in the damp pubic hair at Shey’s crotch.

Unlike his clean, refined appearance, Shey had a fair amount of dark, hair-like pubic hair below. It was not as thick as Ruslan’s, but it was still rather lewd-looking.

The only reason Ruslan never bothered to remove Shey’s soft pubic hair was because Shey leaked so much from his pussy. For someone with a haughty face who would not let others tease him lightly in public, he was so wet that once stripped, the strands of hair around his pussy always parted in loose clumps.

It was nice just to part through that soaking hair, and it thrilled him to get a few strands of the smooth hair in his mouth while licking his pussy. Brushing aside the faint hair that extended to the perineum and sucking at the dusky little hole was fun too.

Most of all, Shey’s pussy scent was so strong that the scent soaked into each strand if there was hair there. Ruslan never felt as relieved as when he buried his nose in a pussy that gave off such a strong smell. By now, he felt like carving into every part of Shey’s body and drilling his cock in wherever he could.

“It’s gotten darker.”

Pleased, Ruslan flicked the bead of flesh on Shey’s pussy, and Shey threw his head back and screamed. At the same time, the small pendant he wore on his clit every day swayed.

The silver device, meant solely to develop the size and sensitivity of the clit, had clamped down on the bead of flesh like a crustacean’s claw. Because of it, the clit, already not small even when he was a virgin, had swollen up so much that it was now as large as half the width of a thumb. So much so that even if he closed his legs, the clit would jut out like clam meat and he could not wear snug underwear.

Ruslan chuckled and rubbed his cheek against Shey’s as he looked at that obscenely swollen size. He narrowed Shey’s outer lips to make the pussy tighter, then nipped at the clit that poked out through the slit.

“Ahh!”

Shey screamed at what should have been only a light sting and began kicking the air. The outer lips, rubbed raw and beaten every day by the coarse pubic hair, were swollen, and between them hung the fleshy inner lips, so plump they looked greedy.

The long pussy, like one cleaved hard by an axe, was fucked every day without fail, darkly stained now, so that if one wanted to find even a strip of bright pink flesh, it had to be parted wide to either side like tearing it open.

Ruslan could not hide his excitement at that filthy sight and buried his nose completely. When he snuffled in the scent, the acidic smell of pussy stabbed at his nasal passages.

He parted it as if tearing open a birth canal and slipped his tongue inside, and a faint smell of cum came spilling out as well. No matter how much he washed, it seemed impossible to remove the scent of semen soaked into his pussy.