Subjugating the Female General (20)
He spoke to Sirian, who was still thrown by what he had just said.
"If you make me one promise."
"And what would that be?"
"That you will not take revenge on Peterson. That's the only condition."
"What? Is Peterson that important to you?"
"Your sister's safety, or revenge against Peterson. Which one comes first?"
"My sister's happiness. Obviously."
"I thought so. Then let me make you a different offer. Work for me. I'll put you on a generous stipend and take you into my service — and I'll give you a mansion where your sister can rest in comfort and peace. Well?"
"What? You want me back on your leash?"
"It's not the same. I could take hold of that leash whenever I wanted. I was prepared to let it go — for you and your sister."
"Then just leave us alone."
"Because I want you. I want your talent."
"What?"
"From the moment I pulled you out of that dungeon. How do you feel about me right now?"
Sirian's eyes began to tremble.
"You're that man's son, but… to me, you're something like a savior."
Her voice shook as she forced the words out. The rage buried inside her and her gratitude toward him seemed to be tearing each other apart.
"I will make you and your sister happy. I swear it. Come to me."
"Sister…"
Sirian's younger sister caught her by the arm. Sirian looked into her eyes.
"I want you to follow him."
"What? Why?"
"He's our savior. And I know that if you walk away like this, it'll stay with you for the rest of your life. That's just who you are."
The girl did not carry the same rage her sister did. Grief for the family they had lost, yes — but she had never been broken the way Sirian had. Five years of fury boiling in the gut simply did not live in her. What she felt toward Dong-hyun was gratitude, more than anything else.
She had wanted to die, but she hadn't had the courage, and so she had left her sister to rot. Dong-hyun was the one who had pulled that sister back. He had given her back the sister she had spent five years aching just to hold. That alone made him a savior in her eyes.
And so she persuaded her.
Sirian drew her hand free and rose. Then she turned to Dong-hyun and dropped to one knee.
Dong-hyun drew his sword and laid the blade against her left shoulder.
"Of course."
He shifted it to the right.
"That is enough."
Then he brought it to rest above her head.
Only then did the certainty settle in him: he had won Sirian's true loyalty. It was a level above anything Peterson's conditioning could have achieved.
Of course, not every situation would unfold this cleanly.
After Sirian swore her loyalty, a great deal changed.
She trained every single day, trying to rebuild a body that five years of Peterson's captivity had left ruined from neglect. Watching her work herself raw, Dong-hyun almost felt sorry for her.
On top of that, she had somehow installed herself in his chambers under the pretext of close-protection duty. It wasn't something he had asked for — Sirian had simply insisted, and would not be talked down.
She wasn't a formally appointed knight, and a woman in the emperor's bedchamber was hardly a scandal worth mentioning. Yuria raised no objection to Sirian standing guard in the bedroom. If anything, after hearing about the woman's past, she felt sorry for her.
Of course, that was also because Dong-hyun hadn't laid a sexual hand on Sirian since she became his knight. She carried wounds, and he had no desire to pick at them.
Unless she came to him first…
These days his routine was simple. He worked through the daylight hours, descended to the dungeon in the evening to torment Adrian, and spent the nights with Yuria.
Yuria knew the emperor had locked Adrian in the underground cells. Dong-hyun hadn't hidden it from her. She understood that he wanted to break the woman for reasons of his own, and her trust in him ran deep enough that she didn't interfere. If anything, she went so far as to coach him — night after night, in bed — on the kinds of techniques women actually enjoyed. And since he applied those same skills generously to Yuria herself, her own satisfaction only climbed.
All of which was working out very badly for Adrian.
"Nngh…"
Dong-hyun had stepped behind the bound Adrian and slid his fingers inside her, working her open while his other hand closed around one firm, elastic breast. This was how every evening went now — he fed her dinner, then took his time playing with her however he pleased.
Adrian still had the will to live, which meant she kept accepting the food he spooned into her mouth, and then she endured whatever violation followed. The first time he had put his hands on her she had gone rigid and refused to let out even a single sound. But as his skill sharpened night after night, she could feel her own body starting to betray her.
"Soaked already. Starting to feel it, aren't you?"
He whispered it against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe. She had been blindfolded for more than two weeks now, and her hearing had grown painfully sharp. His voice sliding in that close sent a visible shudder through her. Her nipples tightened further; a fresh trickle of wetness spilled down her thighs.
Dong-hyun smiled. Piece by piece, he was mapping her weaknesses. He had already found three.
First — two fingers inside her, hooked and dragging upward from below, like this?
"Haaah…"
She didn't want to make a sound. She couldn't stop it.
The second spot had been a genuine surprise. She had been so stubborn that he'd brushed her asshole just to humiliate her — and that was the first time she had made a noise like a little girl.
He scraped her inner walls with his middle and ring fingers, smeared his thumb with her own slick, and circled her ass with it, light and slow. The trickle became a waterfall.
"Nnnnhhh… stop… haah… please… stop…"
For the first time, she couldn't hold it in. The plea tore out of her. Her nipples were swollen tight and trembling; saliva ran from the corner of her mouth.
"Wrong. You don't say stop. You ask me to put it in your pussy."
"Hnnn… no… I won't… I absolutely won't…"
Pride was the last thing she had left, and she could not make herself say those words. While she was still refusing, his thumb pushed into her ass.
"Nnghhh—"
Her whole body went taut and started to shake.
"That good, is it? Your ass?"
"No… hiiik… nnh…"
She tried to answer and a moan ripped the words apart. She couldn't even form a reply.
He took his hand off her breast and settled fully behind her, one hand raking her vaginal walls while the other stayed buried in her ass. The thin wall of flesh between the two openings rubbed against itself — and for the first time, she squirted.
"Eeeiiik—! Haaah… d-don't!! Hyaaahn…"
Her toes clenched hard as the climax tore through her. She was hanging from the chains; her legs had already given out, and the manacles were the only thing keeping her upright.
Dong-hyun's hands did not stop.
"Nnh… hh…?"
She must have blacked out for a moment. When her mind clawed its way back, he was still touching her, and she screamed.
"Ah— stop!! Please… hyaah… not now… I can't— haaagh…"
In the raw aftermath of orgasm her body had gone hypersensitive, and it was lighting up again — harder than the first time, more violently.
"You've disobeyed me three times tonight. And you still think I should listen to you?"
"P-please stop!!"
Honorifics. For the first time, Adrian had spoken to him with formal respect. A dark, electric pleasure uncoiled in Dong-hyun's chest.
His hands still did not stop.
"What else did you get wrong?"
"Hyaaahn… nnh… please, stop… hiiiit… I-I'm supposed to… tell you when I… hyaahn…"
He had ordered her to announce it when she came. She had snorted and cursed him for it — told him, with her chin up, that there was no chance she would ever finish on his hands.
"Smart girl. And the next one?"
Two answers correct. His hands still did not stop.
"Hyaaahn… again— I'm coming again—!!"
The chains holding her rattled with the force of it. This time she reported it properly, gasping the words out as she came.
She already knew the last answer. She just could not make herself say it. Not stop — please put it in.
For two straight hours Adrian came, and came, and still she held that last line. She never asked him to put it in.
But her eyes, unfocused and shaking behind the blindfold, were wearing down under a humiliation that had no end in sight.