“See? It’s because your stomach keeps being empty. Come on, eat. The cook learned the recipe perfectly because it was one of your favorites.”

“Take it away!”

With a sharp scream, Shey flung out his hand. The braised meat, cooked until it had softened completely, dropped to the floor. Ruslan slowly rolled his eyes after it, then picked up the silver spoon and threw it away.

“What the hell is the problem? Do you even know how much trouble all these people are going through because of you? How much more do you expect us to indulge you?”

Shey’s red, bloodshot eyes glared at Ruslan. The tightly pressed lips showed stubbornness clearly enough that he would not exchange a single word with Ruslan. That insignificant resistance made Ruslan’s mouth curl coldly.

“I even imported the spices in your food personally, down to the last grain. It takes at least a month by sea, so we had to develop new preservation methods as well. The scholars in the imperial palace had quite a hard time with that. And unfortunately, last year a ship wrecked, so everything we’d worked so hard to obtain was submerged. Of course the sailors all became water ghosts. You know that. The food you’re tossing away without even taking a bite is made from all that. Do you understand?”

“…”

“The clothes you’re wearing now were made by skinning white wolves and selecting only the softest fur. I heard one hunter was injured during the drive and became paralyzed from the waist down. It’s a pity, but there was nothing to be done. That’s what they’re for in the first place, isn’t it?”

Ruslan came up to Shey, pressed a hand to his shoulder, and rubbed their cheeks together while pointing at the servants in front of him.

“You also need skilled tailors if you want clothing made without damaging the fur. That tailor was actually quite good. But what does that matter? When the owner refuses to wear it, what can you do? The problem was that they couldn’t manage the owner’s mood properly. Useless things are easier to just kill and clear away. There’s nothing irreplaceable.”

Even while naming each servant one by one and reducing them entirely to tools, the servants stood there quietly with their hands folded, as if they could feel nothing at all.

“Shey is really shameless, too.”

Ruslan mocked him.

“Still, that’s how you have to handle subordinates. No matter how they act, they’ll accept it, so you should give in elsewhere. Did I ask for much? No, right? Food. Sleep. I’ve been saying those two things over and over, and how many times?”

In the end, Ruslan abandoned even the pretense of gentleness, and his face could not have been more stern.

“You think I’m a horrifying man and despise me, but look, Shey. In the end, the reason you’re still alive is because of me.”

“Hnh…”

“If you don’t want to eat, then don’t. Shey has other things he likes to eat, and I forgot that.”

“Aah!”

A rough hand seized his hair. The instant he was forced to his feet, a merciless foot kicked at his knee. Even as Shey screamed from the pain, Ruslan kept smiling.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? Hm?”

“Ugh!”

Holding Shey’s head in one hand, Ruslan violently rammed Shey’s face into his own crotch. The way he snickered while jerking his hips up was no different from live evil.

As Shey panted from the pain of his scalp feeling torn apart, Ruslan’s chest swelled with excitement. A hurried hand yanked open the waistband of his trousers, revealing a cock hanging long to his thigh, already hard and smelling sour.

“Hoo… You must be hungry. Come on, open up.”

“Ugh, ngh! Ghh!”

“If you bare your teeth, I’ll rip them all out.”

The man-scent-soaked cock pressed against his uvula and thrust straight down his throat. The corners of Shey’s lips tore, and drops of blood showed through. Gagging rose up, and when Shey instinctively tried to spit it out, the vicious hand shook his hair wildly.

“Ngh, ngh, k…!”

As foul saliva surged back up and dribbled out, Ruslan only became more excited and delighted. No one dared even think of stopping him in the face of his wild fury.

Everyone fixed their gaze on empty space and stood there expressionless like dolls. The servants lined up in a row did not register anything that happened here.

“Khuh…! Ugh, uh, ugh!”

Ruslan, who had been pleasantly tearing through Shey’s mouth and cunt, frowned and thrust his hips so quickly that a loud slap came from his crotch. Each time he did, Shey’s pale face was shoved into the thick pubic hair and twisted in agony. Ruslan pounded his hips like a madman, then jerked and stopped moving all at once, letting out a long, languid breath.

“Haah…”

The cock juice gushing out in spurts was dumped straight down Shey’s esophagus and into his stomach. Ruslan, his cheeks fluShey red, looked even more lively and fresh than usual. Even after emptying himself, he kneaded the cock that still had not shrunk, slowly pulling the shaft halfway out before thrusting it back into Shey’s mouth.

“Mmmph!”

“Hahaha. You eat well.”

Ruslan happily dug around in his mouth, and then suddenly lifted his lust-drenched eyes.

“But Shey goes crazy for getting his hole pounded from behind while his cunt is being sucked… Ah, right. You. Come here.”

Attention shifted to the servant who had been singled out. It was a male servant still with a trace of youth left in him. He was also the one who had hurriedly brought Shey out from the back room before.

“Y-you mean me?”

“Yes.”

When the flustered servant stood there blankly, the butler quickly nudged him from behind. Forced to take a few steps forward, the servant approached Ruslan hesitantly. Not knowing what to do, he could only stand there awkwardly, which made Ruslan frown.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and take the child’s clothes off.”

“M-me?”

The servant asked again in fear, and Ruslan impatiently pulled out his cock, grabbed the servant by the collar, and tossed him down beside Shey, who was lying on the floor, before demonstrating by roughly stripping Shey’s pants off. As the pale backside was exposed and the red anus peeked out, the servant’s face fluShey bright red.

“Strip him. I hate saying things twice. Understand?”

“Yes. Yes, Master. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“What are you waiting for? Suck it.”

“No, no…”

Shey crawled on the floor, shaking his head.

At that sight, the servant swallowed hard. The grotesque situation was frightening, yet an indescribable excitement was slowly rising.

Cold sweat trickled down. Even though the master had spoken that way, he seemed like he would really be hurt if touched carelessly. But the master stared at him with reptilian golden eyes, as if asking why he wasn’t doing anything.

Overwhelmed by that gaze, the servant reached hesitantly toward Shey’s pants while he lay sprawled out, his fingertips trembling.

Even after placing his hand on the pants, he hesitated, not knowing what to do, and Ruslan tilted his head slightly and motioned with his chin. He meant, do as you’re told.

The servant swallowed dryly and pulled at the pants, and the smooth cloth slid all the way down to the knees.

“Hii…”

What lay there was a sight he had never seen in his life.

“Th-this is…”

“Isn’t it amazing?”

He had never thought that on the person who was always so haughty and so taciturn, there would be such a body attached. There was a murky pink anus and a man’s sex organ down there. And between the balls and the anus, a dusky female sex was spilling glossy fluid.

In truth, he had once accidentally overheard talk among the servants. It was just gossip, saying that the guest in the back room, once a priest from a distant land, was actually a notorious seductress. It claimed that he had become skilled at using his lower body, betrayed his own country, and captured the master.

The rumor spread quietly beneath the surface, and for a while quite a few servants believed it. But he had doubted it because the guest in the back room was far too quiet for that. The fact that he did not react at all to whatever the master offered, and instead only provoked him further, was another odd point.

The servants seemed to have thought the same, because over time the rumor gradually faded. But instead, another rumor arose. The guest was actually someone who had belonged to a foreign troupe, and astonishingly had both female and male organs in his body, living on display until the master took pity and saved him.

It was unbelievable nonsense, so he had listened with one ear and let it out the other. What kind of person had two sex organs? He had only laughed, saying that was not a human being but a monster. And yet, that baseless rumor had been true.

He had always been quiet and difficult to deal with, but his body was shockingly obscene. A grotesquely lascivious lower body. The obscenity of it was beyond words, what with the black-brown coloring making it look filthy, and the inner labia especially swollen, as though packed with flesh. It was like having two plump seashells attached on either side.

There was so much flesh in the cunt that, unable to resist his curiosity, he slipped a finger between the labia and parted them. The flesh pressed down soft and springy. If this cunt were placed on a belly, no matter how hard someone pounded from above, only the cushiony flesh would get flattened.

The servant, startled that he had even put his finger there, quickly drew his hand back.

“First time seeing one?”

When Ruslan asked with a splendid smile, the servant stared at him blankly, then nodded as if bewitched.

“Well. It’s not easy to see a bitch like this.”

Nodding, Ruslan lifted Shey up and held him as though placing a child on the chamber pot, then sat back down in the chair. The servant, who had had his face so near the cunt that it looked as if he might shove his nose into it, followed the two of them with an uncontrollably eager look. Seeing him unconsciously lick his lips, Ruslan let out a bright laugh.

Ruslan leisurely kissed Shey on the cheek, then thrust the glans into the already opened anus without even needing to loosen it further. The master’s thighs, spread wide apart, were firm and masculine like those of a general or a god of war, and the servant looked up at him with instinctive admiration. The master’s powerful cock puShey the protruding flesh inward and widened the opening below.

“Aaaah…!”

At the shrill moan, clear juices burst out of the dark cunt and splaShey onto the servant’s face. Fumbling to touch his own face, the servant rubbed his thighs together at the unbelievably lewd sight. His cock swelled through his trousers. Seeing that, Ruslan burst out laughing without any restraint.

“Shey. Look at that. His cock’s getting hard just from watching your cunt piss.”

Ruslan laughed and tightened the arm hooked around Shey’s knee even more firmly. Shey, unable to move and pinned to the cock, screamed shrilly. As his top shifted and his breasts were exposed, Ruslan smiled with bright eyes and called the servant over.