Thank You For Being Trash Chapter 21: What Changes and What Doesn't Change (3)

Chapter 21 – What Changes and What Doesn't Change (3)

—Slap, Slaaapp!

Raphael slapped in the ass three or four more tis. He stroked the burning red buttocks and slowly touched it and I trembled as he reached the entrance. His fingers scratched and irritated the inner wall, making it difficult for to keep my body still.

I shivered with excitent for a mont before I ca to my senses.

…No matter how much I liked to play, I was now Arne.

I brainwashed myself. I crawled forward to escape from him. Raphael pulled out his moving hand from inside and looked at my action as if it was funny.

My body ward up in his gaze.

"Where are you going? I told you not to move.”

He grabbed my crawling leg. I was dragged in front of him in spite of my efforts. Then, Raphael lifted my back and laid it on his lap. Like a child being slapped by its mother. I was laid on his lap.

Raphael raised his hand.

—Slap!

He slapped my ass a little harder than before.

Rather than the pain, the stimulation of his genitals rubbing against the n*pples in the chest was thrilling. Every ti he raised his hand, Raphael's erect p*nis brushed past my n*pples. Again. As the intensity gradually increased, I could feel the love juice flowing with the exhilarating pain.

Oh really. I’m at loss.

Raphael's laughter was heard. He stroked my back a few tis with his gentle hand, then laid down on his lap. He made my back stand up like the first position. He rubbed his thing against my mouth.

I burned in anxiety in wanting to put the hard, hot thing that touched my mouth. I took a short breath and worked tirelessly to contain my lust.

“Do you like it?”

—Yeah. Please f*ck .

I shook my head in denial, and he grabbed my hair and pulled it.

Then, I could feel a sharp pain as a few of my hairs were pulled out. Raphael whispered into my ear. The fever gradually rose from the stinging feeling. I got more anxious. I wish he could just put it in.

“You have to be honest, aren’t you a good kid?”

“…Ah, huk… N…no. Don't do it."

When he raised his hand again, I shut my eyes tightly at the pain I was about to feel. I was hoping his hand would hit my ass soon.

—Squash!

Soon, I heard the sound of a hard blow on my ass. It was louder than before. Once again, the liquid leaked out.

…No. Really. Ah, so good. It was really difficult because I'm a pervert.

Raphael's laughter was heard.

“I think your body is saying otherwise?”

He placed his p*nis against the entrance and moved up and down little by little. The hard and warm stimulation that touched the clitoris went away slightly. Again, the love liquid wet his thing.

Actually… It had been a while since I felt ashad. My face turned bright red. I buried my face in the pillow.

I really hated Raphael, who reminded of the word sha after a long ti. When he started SM and was enjoying himself, I felt emotions he had never felt before. It was the first light s*x other than sha play.

Raphael opened the hole and stuck his tongue in. He licked the cl*toris, which had risen and thickened, and poked his finger underneath.

I cried as he licked the dripping liquid.

“Huuht… Huhk.”

I grabbed the blanket and trembled at the pleasure he gave . He exhaled in excitent. Hot breaths spread across my thighs.

“If I have done this much service, you should do it, too, right?”

Raphael turned over and put his p*nis in my mouth.

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes as he pierced my neck. No, I could suck you well even if you didn’t move… As if he was enjoying my expression that was contorted with pain, his waist beca faster.

“Kohk…”

“Don’t let your teeth touch. Cover it with your tongue.”

Hey. Growing up ignorantly, it would be hard work to keep your teeth from touching. But, how do you use your tongue…? I was already in a lot of pain as he stabbed recklessly.

Tears welled up by Raphael's rough waist and flowed down my cheeks. I was stabbed deep in the throat, and I felt like vomiting.

Raphael gently wiped away the flowing tears.

“I’ll give you sothing precious, so drink it all. Understand?"

As soon as he finished saying those words, he ejaculated for a long ti in my mouth and pulled out his own.

I coughed continuously and spat his s*n under the bed. Raphael, looking displeased with , grabbed his hair and laid on the bed. He spread my legs as wide as possible and put his thing, which had quickly increased in size, at once.

“I told you to drink it well.”

“…Huang!”

“Kuhk… You’re chewing so much. Did you want to get f*cked like that, Arne?”

Raphael laughed bitterly. He shoved it inside , and I gasped for a mont. The next mont, he pulled it all the way out and shoved it back in before squeezing my hips tightly and letting out a shaky breath.

"Ha…”

As he patted my back and wiped the tears from my eyes, Raphael bit my ear and chewed. He licked the earlobe and whispered to .

“Relax your face. It's like I'm r*ping you while you're fussing like that."

He lightly patted my cheek and grabbed my leg with both hands before placing it over his shoulder, one at a ti. I took a deep breath and bit my lip. Raphael slapped in the face every ti I hardened my face to hold back my moaning.

“You’re not obedient.”

His hips pounded faster.

I didn’t frown more than that. His violence against also felt like a form of play, so I didn't feel repulsed. It was okay to hit more…

“Kuhk…”

Raphael's harsh breathing was heard. He gazed at without hiding that he was enjoying the afterglow after he had ejaculated inside. I t his eyes that were distracted by desire.

Raphael smiled again and moved his waist.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not over yet, Arne. There is still a lot of ti left.”

* * *

Today, in the room where Raphael went, Acacia appeared with warm water and a towel. He slowly wiped my unresponsive body. He stroked my swollen cheek with a sad expression.

I liked his cold hand and watched Acacia's actions quietly.

"Sorry."

He imdiately apologized to . I touched Acacia's hand and stared at him with cold eyes. To be honest, I was a little annoyed. Why did he keep apologizing without knowing my heart? As Acacia glanced at with eyes filled with guilt, I felt like I was doing sothing very wrong.

I suppressed my anger inside. I couldn’t get angry with Acacia personally here.

“Why do you just say sorry and do nothing?”

I muffled my emotions and asked a question that Arne would have asked, too. It was also of personal interest. He lowered his head and said nothing.

Silence fell between the two of us.

Hesitating, he eventually opened his mouth.

“…I am not in a position to say anything. There is nothing wrong with what he does.”

“Is it not wrong to covet my body and take it by force?”

At Acacia's words, I spat out thorny words.

I think Arne would have said sothing like this? I knew what I was saying was a farce. Even though Acacia respected Arne and treated her with respect, she was the king of a ruined kingdom. She was the Empire’s sex slave.

Despite the rude and incomprehensible questions, Acacia gazed at . He was weird.

After hesitating for a while, he opened his mouth carefully.

“The flower on the back signifies that you attend the bedroom. The mark on the thigh indicates the grade, and the butterfly ans no status restrictions.”

Acacia looked into my eyes as if worried about the shock I had received. The black eyes that were worried about t my gaze. While not doing anything to help directly, he worried about . He was a contradictory person.

“…But, why are you sorry for ?”

Acacia was silent again.

I waited patiently for his answer. Nonetheless, he did not open his mouth until the end. Unknown questions arose. Why didn’t he stop Raphael's actions while guarding the entrance? Also, did he treat like a king…?

Suppressing my curiosity, I spat out words that were different from my heart.

“Then, can you help et Rewan?”

"That… I would ask His Majesty, though I recomnd that you do not offend him.”

Acacia looked at with an anxious expression.

As if to overturn a decision I made. He seed to think that if I disobey Distria's intentions, I might die. And, that was correct. Distria killed all who disobeyed his heart.

However, what I can say with certainty in a world where the original story went wrong was that Distria would not kill unless I give up my dignity and straight personality as a king. The point in the original work that Distria lost his interest in Arne was when she beca a fool.

It was a well-grounded belief.

[ “Are you satisfied now? I'll break it down the way you want it."

Arne's face was ssed up with tears, but even that was beautiful.

Her pupils flickered as if out of focus. Distria felt her willingness had died a little while ago. It was interesting to see her struggling. It was amusing how she struggled to escape sohow. However, even that was now over.

She was a person, too. She was a person who would break if you step on it.

Arne crawled in front of Distria on all fours. She unbuckled his pants. He didn't stop her from acting.

Then, she grabbed his genitals, which had not yet stood, with both hands, and shook them. She put the p*nis, which had raised to a certain size in response to stimulation, into her mouth.

He beckoned.

"Stop. It's disgusting to see. Put it away.” ]

I sighed and peered at Acacia.

“I don’t want to beg for my life even from you. Do you think this is living?”

“….”

He left the room without a word.

When I heard the door closing, I wiped every nook and cranny of my body with the towel he had left behind. The maids would co to give a bath later. Still, it was uncomfortable, so I did it first.

Acacia didn't seem to know that I was M. If he knew, he wouldn't have to worry about this much. He couldn't express it through his actions, though he had a gentle personality that cared about Arne. Since he was worried about my life, I thought of the possibility that he would have ignored my request.

And, I thought it was the correct answer.

Less than three days after I spoke with Acacia, Distria ca to with a very uncomfortable expression.

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