[WARNING WARNING WARNING. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE INCEST SCENES, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER OF RICHRIST]
The man looked at Christoph, who had unconsciously recoiled anh suddenly frowned. It was impossible to tell if he was laughing or angry.
"But it's such a pity, Christoph.... Even though you're staring at me like that, your trembling just makes it harder."
Richard hadn't expected that seeing Christoph shiver would provoke such a strong reaction anh he mumbled to himself, a bit of confusion appearing on his face.
His hand moved over his lower region anh Christoph couldn't help but follow the movement with his eyes.
That thing was still or maybe it seemed even more menacing visibly prominent between his fingers, making Christoph shudder.
The man's gaze was fixed on Christoph's rigid face. Suddenly, he swallowed dryly.
At that moment, Christoph realized that this man was also tense. Just like Christoph was recoiling in horror, the man who never wavered in any situation now had a heartbeat that was faster than normal.
"It's been hurting so much down there since a while ago that it can't soften."
As soon as those words were said, the man lunged at Christoph.
Christoph recoiled instinctively, trying to push away, but Richard held him tightly and pushed him back. He grabbed Christoph's thighs, lifting them up to his head.
Christoph's body arched so much that his knees touched his head. Between his wide-open legs, he could see the man closer.
Time seemed to stop.
In his chaotic mind, Christoph couldn't guess what the man intended to do anh the image of the man looking down at him was deeply engraved.
The man's emotionless face stared intently at Christoph's private area. As if seeing it for the first time, his eyes scrutinized every tiny detail, his gaze glued to the space between Christoph's legs.
"...!!"
Realizing this, Christoph's face suddenly turned bright red.
He forgot the feeling of the man's hand gripping his thighs anh a sudden surge of shame made him shiver.
Instinctively, he recoiled and twisted his body. His waist trembled.
His face was burning. His head felt hot with shame anh so did his face. His ears and neck felt like they were on fire.
Then the gaze moved from his private area to Christoph's face. That gaze stared as if to drill a hole in him.
"Don't... don't look!"
Christoph's mind was in chaos, filled with embarrassment and anger. He didn't realize he was crying.
Suddenly, the hand gripping his thigh loosened slightly.
The next moment.
".....!!!.!!..!!..."
He couldn't even scream.
No groan, no shout, no words escaped his trembling lips.
It felt like his brain had stopped functioning.
He couldn't understand what was happening, couldn't think or judge, his mind felt crushed and mixed up.
His eyes were wide open but saw nothing.
Right between his legs, where the fingers had been moving in and out, something was pressing into the narrow opening, trying to push inside.
Unable to enter, its thick head rubbed roughly and forcefully pushed into his belly, trying to go deeper.
Bang bang bang, it drove into his body like a wedge between his legs, forceful and rhythmic.
Continuously it drove in, pulling back slightly, then thrusting in as if delivering a strong slap inside. Then pulling out slightly.
The feeling inside was of being pressed tight and crushed. The pressure was more horrifying than the pain. It felt like his body was about to explode.
A low groan. Only then did Christoph realize he couldn't make a sound, just silently screaming with trembling lips.
A low, heavy groan mixed with rapid breaths. It was the only sound he could hear.
When his body was completely filled, as if pierced through to the end, Richard finally stopped. But even though he couldn't go deeper, he seemed impatient and thrust his hips a few more times.
"...!!"
Christoph's mind went black, then red, then white. He couldn't understand what was happening.
Cold sweat poured down and collected on his forehead. His eyes blurred. Something ran down his cheek and wet his ear.
Between his legs, it was burning hot. The feeling of burning and pain overwhelmed all other sensations, making him unable to feel Richard's hungry lips touching him. His body shivered only in reflex.
But as he recoiled, the pain in his hips became clearer anh he swallowed hard. At the same time, a short growl like a beast came from the man's mouth.
"...Christoph, tell me the truth."
His voice sounded rough, possibly due to the rapid breathing or his chaotic senses affecting his hearing. His cruel, panting breath heated Christoph's ear as if he were on the verge of biting a piece of flesh.
"Have you ever spread your legs for anyone else besides me?"
"...?!"
"I'm asking if you've ever been naked and spread your thighs in front of another man?"
Christoph, with a pale, dizzy face, looked at him with an uncomprehending gaze.
His eyes blurred, unable to see clearly.
He tried to turn his head and rub his eyes against his arm. His arm was soaking wet,
Then he looked back at the man, but as expected, his vision was too blurry to see clearly. He could only make out his frightening eyes.
Why... it should be me looking like that, not you.
Too exhausted to stare, Christoph only had a hazy gaze left.
Looking straight at Christoph, the man lowered his hand to where their bodies were connected. He touched Christoph's swollen, red entrance with his thumb. Christoph's lips trembled.
"Is that right? If not, how can you be so tight and pull like this? Isn't that right?"
"...."
Christoph bit his lip.
He didn't understand what the man was saying. His mind was still in disarray. But he could clearly feel the malice in his voice.
Suddenly, anger surged.
This man wasn't just torturing him cruelly but also humiliating and mocking him with vicious words.
"Ri...c..hard... die...!"
But as soon as he uttered those broken words, Richard silenced him by shoving his hand into Christoph's mouth. Richard forced Christoph's bleeding lips open and looked at him with eyes full of cruel excitement.
"Think about it. Do you think someone like you would be untouched in a place where men play with each other? It's all just pretending to be innocent, right, you whore."
With a furious curse, Richard suddenly thrust into Christoph's legs again.
The sound of flesh slapping wetly echoed.
He started moving faster and harder between Christoph's legs.
The only fortunate thing was that the sensation between his legs was so overwhelming that it drowned out all other senses, making him unable to feel anything else.
The feeling of biting his lip, the feeling of Richard's tongue sucking, the feeling of his body being roughly kneaded. All faded away.
Only the feeling of his body being torn apart was clear, causing his hips to shiver constantly.
"You say you've never used this body before? How can someone like you be so tight and moving like this? Ha tell me. How many have there been before me?"
The strong, fast thrusts felt like hammering into Christoph's body, blending with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Even though there was no more room to enter, Richard kept pushing in. The slimy, wet feeling running along his butt crack made him shudder.
Christoph tried to speak. He no longer thought about killing Richard or letting him go. Only the instinct to escape this situation took over his mind. Just a slightly more bearable state.
"Don't... don't move... it's hard... hard to breathe..."
His voice was so hoarse that even he couldn't hear it clearly.
Tears streamed down. Every time he blinked, tears flowed out and collected on his earlobes.
"...I thought your tears would be blue."
Richard whispered on Christoph's lips. His lips itched.
Then his tongue licked Christoph's eye corner, burning hot.
In that moment, the hips thrusting below suddenly stopped. Simultaneously, Christoph took a deep breath.
The thing pressing into his body seemed to swell up.
And in the next moment.
"...!!."
A low groan sounded right above Christoph's face. Hot breath touched his eye corner.
Along with that was the feeling of his body being filled. A flooding and powerful spray.
Christoph shuddered as he felt it like his body was being flooded, a powerful spray filling him.
His body froze, Tears continued to flow down from his wide-open eyes like a broken faucet.
The feeling was more disgusting than painful. The distinct wet sensation made it clear that someone was actually connected to his body, like a shock.
". ..!"
The man hugged Christoph tightly and panted heavily. While Christoph remained frozen with fear. Each time Richard's hips twitched, the sensation of ejaculation continued.
Ejaculation.
That word flashed through Christoph's empty mind anh his face immediately turned pale, lips trembling.
He realized.
The relationship between two men was happening like this anh his body understood clearly. It was a clear awareness that he had just had intercourse with this man, Richard Tarten.
But that was the last conscious realization he had.
He had no strength or spirit left to move a finger. He was held tightly by Richard. He heard the man's labored breathing in his ear anh then he lost consciousness.