How Does Brother Namgung Know About Confinement Training…?
To shatter a person's very identity.
To seize control of their instincts, strip away their capacity for independent judgment, and leave them no longer fully human.
Why would the young master of the Namgung Clan inflict such merciless treatment upon Jeok Taeyang—now Bella?
"Hmm. About time, I think."
His voice rang out bright and eager, as though he were off to some deeply rewarding task. Anyone who knew him well—his precious favorite, for instance—would have muttered, Brother Namgung's up to something again… The tone alone made it clear: this was no act of personal grudge or revenge against Jeok Taeyang… Bella.
It was closer to the quiet joy of a craftsman shaping porcelain into a finished work of art.
Granted, the process of creating that "work" involved a touch of… forceful methods. But then, the piece currently being refined—Jeok Taeyang himself—had brought this upon himself, had he not?
He reaped what he sowed.
In any case, while the affection the young master lavished on the "favorite" he had personally discovered far outstripped anything else, he still felt a considerable attachment to his other "works"—Son Jieun, and now Bella.
As he quietly organized his plans for Bella's further training, the young master murmured to himself.
"Just as the wife of Gan Jiang of Wu once sacrificed her own body to forge the paired swords of husband and wife… so too shall I offer this body of mine to sculpt beautiful ones. Through them, many will find happiness. And no matter the path they take, they themselves will come to know happiness in the end."
The moment the declaration left his lips, a fleeting image of the Heavenly Demon—now styling herself Meesugakgi, or Meesugakhui—flashed through his mind. The memory of that teasing laugh and the word heojeop brought a prickle of irritation; he shook his head and banished the thought.
It was only natural, of course, that the young master did not remain glued to Bella's side every hour of the day.
Yet even when the man who visited such cruel violence upon him stepped away, no rest ever came to Bella.
"Ahh… aaah…"
In the young master's absence Bella remained bound, drenched in cold sweat, drifting in and out of a daze. How could it be otherwise? His belly still bulged obscenely from the aphrodisiac enema.
"Nngh… uuh… khh…"
Having decided to do this, the young master's goal was nothing less than the complete destruction of Bella's sense of self. Moments of private peace, contact with the outside world—none of these could be permitted. Thus he ensured Bella received not a single shichen of true rest in an entire day, driving the captive's mind to the absolute brink.
Click. Click.
"Ah… aaah…!"
The deliberately loud tread of the young master's shoes echoed through the basement. Bella's body trembled… and a hazy smile spread across his face. Tears even gathered at the corners of his eyes.
Yes.
Not terror—rapture.
The same man who had beaten him so savagely that death itself seemed near had chosen not to kill him, and for that Bella felt gratitude. Now the man who had plunged him into the hell of forced excretion had returned to "pull him out of the pain," and for that, too, Bella felt gratitude.
Bella had reached the point where he both dreaded and yearned for the return of this overwhelmingly terrifying figure.
"Heh. You've been a good boy.
…Recite today's oath."
At the command, Bella did not hesitate. Through the haze of merciless pain the words had been burned into his mind, and he recited them without falter.
"I am a femboy slave. A female who submits to males. A worthless slave good for nothing but being fucked by cock…"
No longer did the oath bring shudders of humiliation or tears. Bella simply spoke the words that denied his own personhood as if they were the most natural thing in the world.
"Well done. I'm going to pull the plug now… When you climax, say that you're coming."
Pop—
"Yesss… o-oh… coming…! Comingcomingcoming—ahiiiieeee?!"
The moment the plug was withdrawn, the aphrodisiac that had swollen his belly to bursting erupted from his anus in a frantic flood.
To empty one's bowels in front of another person was an act that thoroughly scraped away human dignity—though, thanks to the forced mastery of the Femboy Divine Art, actual defecation no longer occurred. Yet the sensation of expelling the drug that had filled his rectum was a sweet ecstasy incomparable to the pain of whip or qi-laden fist.
Tears of pure rapture streamed down Bella's face even as thin white semen dribbled from a cock that training had rendered incapable of true erection.
"Heh…"
To climax while voiding a belly full of aphrodisiac…
Anyone who had known the man who, mere days ago, had gone about seducing virgins would never have believed the transformation. More precisely, they would never even have recognized this lewd creature as Jeok Taeyang.
Every change in Bella was the masterful result of the young master's artistry—drugs, violence, martial arts, and magic woven together into perfect training.
"Auuugh… aaaaah…"
Once the last of the drug had been expelled and Bella hung limp and spent, the young master etched the sight into his memory so he would never forget it, and thought:
Ahh. Truly rewarding work.
The carrots used to train Bella did not end there.
"Such a good boy. I'll give you a greater reward."
To Bella, the young master was the source of pain, terror, rapture, and relief all at once—an incomprehensible, overwhelming presence. The agony he inflicted had become something to be accepted as natural. The pleasure sparked by the violation of his rear hole—something he would never have accepted under ordinary circumstances—had become the most precious reward imaginable.
Once his mind had cleared enough to be dressed in leather, Bella's sun-browned skin, thoroughly steeped in aphrodisiac, poured sweat like rain.
"Thank youuu…"
Yet his face had gone slack with lewd anticipation. In the worldview of a man who had been kidnapped one day, marinated in drugs, branded with a lewd seal, and irreversibly, thoroughly destroyed… obtaining this filthy "reward" had somehow become his sole remaining goal.
"Now then—relax when it goes in, clench when it comes out. Serve properly so that the men who will fuck your hole in the future can be satisfied."
Shlick, shlick—
Deliberately angling to crush the prostate, the young master drove a wooden phallus into Bella's anus, already slick and swollen with aphrodisiac.
"Haa, haaaang…! Coming—I'm cominggg…!"
There was no way the drug-soaked anal walls could endure the intrusion. Bella climaxed helplessly at once. Thin, watery semen immediately began to trickle down between his thighs, escaping through the completely open crotch of the waterproofed leather outfit.
Watching Bella's face go slack and tongue-lolling with pleasure, the young master smiled in satisfaction and slipped a hand inside the leather to stroke a nipple.
"Heh. Well done. At least you no longer faint. You've improved a great deal."
"Th-thank… youuu…"
It was only a casual word of praise, yet even that much melted Bella's brain; he was moved nearly to tears.
"But you still have far to go.
You will have to serve countless men from now on. Showing a happy face is important, yes—but serving properly is more important still."
Naturally the goal of training was not merely to keep Bella conscious through penetration. The young master began thrusting the wooden cock into the sticky hole with real speed.
Thrust, thrust, shlick—
"Hahiiiek…!! If you fuck me like thaaat…!!"
The hypersensitive anal flesh, the thick wooden shaft that struck the prostate with perfect accuracy—Bella saw sparks flash behind the blindfold and could only grit his teeth and endure.
Thrust—
Then, as if deliberately finishing him, the young master drew the wooden cock almost all the way out before slamming it home to the root in a single stroke. This time the climax was enormous.
"Comi—h-hoooook… ♡♡"
Bella's vision went white, then black. His clenched jaw fell open; his tongue lolled out. A fainting orgasm. Had the blindfold not been there, someone might have praised the textbook ahegao.
But the young master's "reward"—the training session—was far from over.
"Hmm. You lasted a little longer. Still not enough, though.
At the very least you must hold out until the man finishes."
Just as one might pour inner energy into a sword to create sword qi, the young master channeled his energy into the wooden phallus and sent it flooding through Bella's body like an electric shock.
"Khh…! Hnngh…"
Forced awake from unconsciousness in short order, Bella was immediately given the next "reward": practice in oral service.
"Mmph… nngh…!"
"Use your throat the way you clench your rear hole around a cock… That's it."
The wooden shaft—impossibly long for anything human—disappeared into Bella's throat until his neck bulged. The sensation of having his throat used like a masturbation sleeve choked him… even as his anus clenched greedily around the second wooden cock still buried inside him, crushing prostate and perineum alike.
Slurp— suck—
"Mmph… hngh…"
Violated from both ends, Bella's movements as he squeezed and sucked the wooden cocks were filled with heat and sincerity.
"You've done this a few times already, but remember: when the cock you're serving climaxes, you climax too. Understood?"
Still drunk on the afterglow, Bella gazed up with docile eyes at the young master who was thrusting the wooden cock through his throat, and gave the tiniest of nods.
Brrrt— brrrrt—
The hollow wooden phallus "ejaculated," spurting imitation semen.
"Khh— ubb…!"
Sensing the climax, Bella's muscles contracted, squeezing both the throat-cock and the ass-cock in a tight, rhythmic grip.
Through endless repetition of these acts, the mixture of precum and semen that had run down his thighs pooled on the floor, while the sweat coating his entire body gleamed under the basement lights as though he had been oiled.
There was no word for the sight except one: human toilet.