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Chapter 114

The utensils slipped from his grasp with a hollow clang, plunging into the soup bowl.

It was the third time, a result of the diminishing strength in his hands.

Eun-oh subtly observed Chae Yoon-sa, who was lying with chin propped, eyes closed, seemingly lost in thoughts.

"Why, do you want me to feed you?"

Chae Yoon-sa spoke, eyes still shut.

Eun-oh timidly, denied, his hands trembling as he regained regained control of the utensils.

Successfully, this time, he brought the spoon to his lips without a fumble. Yet, the warm soup stung his swollen lips, carrying a subtle metallic taste.

Even enjoying his favorite meal proved sluggish. His body's frailty manifested, each movement causing a tear-inducing ache.

Maintaining a seated position alone demanded considerable effort.

Naturally, the day after a rough sex, there's always some aftermath to endure. Usually, a day of stiffness, making movement a challenge. But today was particularly severe.

In simple terms, there wasn't a pain-free spot on his body. His eyes swelled like a frog from excessive crying, and each swallow felt like tearing in his throat.

The worst was undoubtedly the lower region.

It felt like something was still something inside him. It didn't close properly, so he still felt like semen was leaking every time he moved.

Traces of yesterday's rough sex lingered all over his body.

It was an ordeal where even pleasure turned into pain. In some ways, it was a corporal punishment that was just as hard as being beaten on a mat.

Despite the assurance that things would heal in a few days without any severe injuries, it was still hard to face his Young Master. Not out of shame, but out of fear. While he was scary before, today, he was even more so.

Yesterday, he ruthlessly took advantage, taking pleasure but offering none. In that context, describing what Eun-oh endured as an abuse of power wouldn't be an exaggeration.

It was undoubtedly a form of sexual violence.

"Uhwuk...!"

As the memories flooded in, Eun-oh, overwhelmed, dropped the utensil, and tears streamed down.

Chae Yoon-sa glanced with one eye open.

"If you have something to say, say it."

"..It's nothing. Forgive me, Young Master..."

His voice was muffled, both submerged in tears and holding a utensil, making his pronunciation unclear.

Still, Chae Yoon-sa understood and reprimanded.

"But why cry instead of eating?"

"I'm sorry."

He couldn't admit it was out of fear for Chae Yoon-sa. After all, he had asked for this treatment by pleading for punishment.

It was his own doing, and in hindsight, he regretted it. He wished he had stayed silent.

"I didn't cut or break anything. It was according to your conditions."

"Yes..."

With nothing to say against the truth, Eun-oh put down the utensil, wiping away tears with his sleeve.

"Judging by your reaction, it seems like an acceptable method."

Unable to fully accept it, Eun-oh timidly voiced his opinion.