ITD

CHAPTER LXX

Richard’s gaze drifted downward. Lying between his legs were the familiar chastity ring and two smaller rings. From above, a brief command followed.

“Put them on yourself.”

“Yes.”

Richard picked up one of the smaller rings first. Though he had never seen it before, its purpose was immediately clear.

Holding one tiny ring between his thumb and forefinger, he reached up with his other hand to feel along his chest.

Courtney’s new gift was a pair of nxxple rings, designed to enhance his sensitivity, making his nxxples larger and more vulgar, as if they were a second set of genitals. But fitting the small rings on his unimpressive nxxples was proving to be a challenge.

He gingerly rubbed his tiny nxxple, which had already stiffened but remained too small to fit the ring. Richard glanced at Courtney, hoping for help.

“Nngh…”

Courtney narrowed her eyes. She suspected he was playing dumb, but found it cute enough to indulge. She reached out and gave his fumbling nxxple a harsh twist.

“Mmh—!”

“Better?”

“Yes, Master…”

Once Richard slipped the ring onto his now swollen nxxple, Courtney pinched the other side, repeating the process. After he massaged the grooves, the rings tightened around both nxxples, clamping them firmly.

Richard then reached for the chastity ring. His erxctixn, pressed against his lower abdomen, was leaking from anticipation. Without hesitation, he slid the ring down over his painfully engorged shxft.

“Well done.”

Courtney gently patted his head, and Richard immediately forgot the pain, eager to please. He nuzzled into her palm, seeking more of her affection. She was truly proving herself as a master—perhaps even more than he had imagined.

“Thank you.”

While Richard was basking in his emotions, Courtney silently celebrated her seamless control over the situation.

But the nxxple rings were only the beginning. She had prepared something even more surprising tonight. Even a deviant like the Crown Prince wouldn’t ever anticipate this.

With a smug expression, she pointed to the wall.

“Sit over there.”

Richard followed her gesture. There was a single chair placed in front of the bare wall. He couldn’t guess her intentions, but then again, thinking wasn’t his job—obedience was.

She gave the command, and he followed. It was that simple, and he loved the simplicity of it. Richard crawled over to the chair and awkwardly sat down. As he did, Courtney approached, carrying something from the bed.

“Do you know what this is?”

She held up a rainbow-colored quill. It was a familiar object. A few months ago, Viscount Chalder had presented a box of these magical items to the imperial family, boasting about their new design. At that moment, Richard realized what she was planning.

“Yes.”

Courtney, who had been brimming with confidence, looked slightly disappointed by his answer. Maybe he should have pretended not to know. But there was still a chance to play along. Richard furrowed his brow, feigning confusion.

“But… why that?”

His false cluelessness instantly brightened Courtney’s mood. She brushed the feather over his now swollen, red nxxples.

“It’s a pen, so naturally, I’m going to write with it. Or maybe… draw.”

Courtney’s gaze swept over Richard’s muscular body from top to bottom.

“Right here.”

With that, she pressed the pen’s tip against his sternum, dragging it down, leaving a black line as if slicing his chest in half. No wound was made—the sharp tip had been blunted ahead of time. She had no intention of damaging her one-of-a-kind canvas.

Then, she brushed the feather over the black line, and it vanished instantly. Anything drawn or written with the magical pen could be erased just as easily—but only with the same feather. Otherwise, it was permanent.

What seemed like a pointless luxury was proving to be the perfect tool for tormenting her lewd little puppy.

Satisfied with her test, Courtney’s voice grew firm again.

“Spread your legs.”

Richard immediately complied, but the chair’s armrests restricted his movement.

“Hmm…”

Courtney clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. She had simply brought in one of the chairs from the bedroom without considering the limitations.

Noticing her displeasure, Richard quickly lifted one leg and hooked it over the armrest. Then, he did the same with the other leg. He was now balancing awkwardly on the cushion, with only his rear end supported, his legs spread wide in the air.

It was a position more obscene than anything a street courtesan would assume, yet he showed no shame.

Instead, he blinked up at her, eager for praise.

“Master?”

It was Courtney’s turn to blush bright red. How could the Crown Prince have no sense of shame?

Just as she was beginning to explore her own preferences, Richard’s level of depravity was proving too much for her to handle.