[WARNING: IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE INCEST, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER
OF RICHRIST]
Richard looked down at those eyes mercilessly as if his rationality had lost half of itself.
"Say it. Say that you will not hinder me and will follow everything I say."
His deep and smooth voice pressed close to Christoph's face.
Christoph gritted his teeth. He glared at Richard, even swallowing the urge to scream.
Richard continued speaking.
"Say it. Say that you don't like anyone. Don't pretend to be human just because you know
how to like someone."
"...―."
"Human emotions? Why do you need that? You just need to hate me, that's the only emotion
you know and it suits you perfectly. A person who only knows hatred."
"... You may inherit Tarten, but you will never inherit his position."
Christoph muttered through clenched teeth, his voice trembling with anger and disgust.
"You are despicable and cruel. From what I know, no one will be as cruel as you in the
future."
His pale lips trembled, making his speech stutter.
The smile disappeared from Richard's face. He looked down at Christoph with an
expressionless face like a statue, as if wearing a mask.
And that mask slowly, slowly smiled. It was the friendliest smile Richard could muster,
sending chills down one's spine.
"I didn't expect to hear that from you. No one else thinks of me that way, only you."
Richard's eyes narrowed.The gentle eyes that Christoph could never master pressed close to his face. The soft voice
echoed in his ear.
"I'm like a mirror reflecting the expectations of the one looking at me."
A voice as soft as a lullaby.
/In Richard's room/
The sound of pounding on the floor was absorbed by the soft carpet, echoing eerily.
Occasionally, there were sounds like something striking not the floor. Then it continued to
pound on the floor.
Holding down a person who is frantically struggling is not easy. If all conditions were equal,
it would be impossible.
However, if all conditions are unfavorable and the oppressor has no intention of giving up,
the outcome is usually predictable from the start.
So both Richard and Christoph knew from the beginning which side had the advantage and
which side had the disadvantage.
Richard's height surpassed Christoph's by a hand span, and his body was two to three weight
classes larger. Richard had the advantage in physicality.
Stamina was the same. Despite having an advantage in speed and reflexes, Christoph lacked
stamina.
The most dangerous was the initial stance.
Starting from being pinned down, unable to use his body was the biggest weakness.
Even so, Richard endured the hits or minor injuries from Christoph's strikes.
From the beginning, Christoph was at a disadvantage.
In that situation, both knew that waiting for a decision from the start was the wisest.
But Richard also knew that Christoph would never endure it.
When Richard tied Christoph's hands to the heavy mahogany table, both were in a miserable
state.
Even avoiding Christoph's frantic blows, Richard was still punched in the forehead, stomach,
and chest. Leaving red bruises that would turn black and blue the next day. His forehead
bumped into the table, leaving a dried blood mark.
Below, Christoph was pale, trembling with a face full of resentment.
Everything was a mess.Clean clothes were now wrinkled and messy, the coat lost its buttons and was half-off. His
shoes were nowhere to be seen.
The fluffy hair that normally grazed his nape neatly was now disheveled and sweat-drenched,
sticking to his forehead and cheeks.
Richard panted, sitting firmly on Christoph's lower abdomen, then looked down at him with
eyes mixed with anger and thrilling excitement.
"...This is the first time I've seen you in such disarray, Christoph. You always appear flawless
in front of others."
Christoph didn't answer. He just panted as if he might stop breathing at any moment, glaring
at Richard with hateful eyes.
"So, what now? I could break your neck right now or tear your heart out or tear you into
pieces right here."
Richard spoke slowly.
He was also somewhat unusual. Though he could usually hide his emotions even when angry
or excited, this time, in the low whispering voice and the gaze down at Christoph, he couldn't
hide the dim light of excitement.
He leaned down. Placing his mouth close to Christoph's ear, Richard grasped Christoph's
trembling nape and whispered into his ear.
"Say it from your mouth. That you will never resist me again. That you will follow
everything I say. Say it clearly with your mouth."
"...―."
Christoph clamped his panting mouth shut, not letting a sound escape as if even his breath
was speech.
Richard looked at Christoph in silence. He seemed to give Christoph a moment, then sighed
lightly and chuckled.
Richard clicked his tongue as if in annoyance, then whispered softly and gently, as if coaxing
a child.
"You are really stubborn. You have always been like this. You don't know how to speak lies
or flattery to get by, and no matter the pain or the prospect of death, you never complain."
Suddenly, Richard rose from Christoph. He placed his hand just below Christoph's
collarbone.
"Then this time, how much can you endure?"The gentle voice, as if compassionate, entered Christoph's ear at the same time Richard's
hand slowly slid down.
Through the thin fabric, the warmth from the body beneath was felt clearly, as if directly
touching the skin.
Christoph twitched, his body trembling as if having a seizure.
"DON'T TOUCH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING...―!"
Christoph reflexively screamed, his pale face suddenly stiffened as Richard's hand stopped on
his chest.
"...?... Suddenly silent. I thought you would scream until you lost your voice. Or do you like
being touched here?"
A surprised voice echoed.
Richard's fingers moved lightly over the protruding spot on the shirt. Every time he lightly
scratched his nails, Christoph's body shuddered and convulsed more violently.
"Don't touch me..."
A trembling voice escaped the tightly closed throat.
However, Richard paid no heed to that voice. He played with the sensitive spot on
Christoph's chest for a while, then suddenly twisted it sharply like a small toy.
A choking sound burst out loudly.
At that moment, Richard chuckled softly.
"That's your scream. I always wondered what your scream, which I had never heard, would
sound like."
"...What...―."
Christoph's mouth opened as if to say something, but then it closed tightly. He gritted his
teeth, swallowing the words. Christoph's face grew paler and paler.
Richard kept his hand on Christoph's chest, the other hand slowly sliding down.
From chest to waist, from side to belly.
Richard's hand moved slowly over the shirt, feeling every sensation from the body under the
fabric with his palm. Each time the hand moved, Christoph's body twitched lightly.
Richard snorted and chuckled.
"Your whole body is this sensitive. I don't know how you manage to have relations with
women. Probably just no foreplay at all? Just intercourse and ejaculation? Really, no mannersat all."
"...―."
Christoph curled up - even though Richard was sitting on him, he couldn't curl up completely
- and gritted his teeth.
Richard, looking down with a sneering smile, clicked his tongue and suddenly stopped his
hand. A strange light appeared on his face. He muttered as if he couldn't believe it, squinting
his eyes.
"Could it be that you are still a virgin at this age?"
Though unbelieving, Richard still said it to test. At that moment, he didn't miss any small
movement of Christoph's lips when they trembled lightly.
Richard's face froze in amazement. His hand caressing Christoph's body also paused.
"You mean you've never had sex?"
Richard asked in a disbelieving tone as if asking Christoph to stop joking. But Christoph only
bit his lips harder.
Richard looked down at him for a moment as if mesmerized, then let out a dry laugh and
asked again as if he couldn't believe it.
"Are you joking? You've never done that?"
"...No."
At first, the voice was too small to hear clearly.
Christoph muttered, his body trembling. Through tightly clenched teeth that seemed about to
bleed
The voice gradually grew louder until it was clear enough to hear.
"You did... that with me."
Richard fell silent.
He looked at Christoph with strange eyes as if Christoph was saying something unreasonable
in extreme pain.
"What?"
Richard asked again, squinting his eyes. Christoph forced out words with a trembling voice.
"You did... with me! When we just came out of the river, you did that with me...!!"Richard looked down at this crazy and perverted man, watching Christoph mutter tremblingly
in horror. The hand on Christoph's body clenched. Along with that, Christoph's body shrank.
Looking down at Christoph's pale face, Richard muttered. - "I did that to you...?"
"Have you told anyone else that?"
Christoph's eyes flashed with anger and hatred as he screamed as if about to burst into tears.
"Have I told anyone else? Why would I tell anyone else? You think I would spread that
around? Maybe a few people heard me say I would kill you for it, but you think I would
spread that around?!"
Christoph's blue eyes glistened like glass as he trembled with anger and rage.
Richard looked at him silently for a while. Christoph's body shook slightly, unable to contain
the rising anger and frustration. Christoph's eyes sparkled with confusion and shame that
showed on his face.
"So that's why the rumor spread..."
The whisper was inaudible to Christoph, who was panting heavily.
Richard suddenly let out a dry laugh and looked down at Christoph as if he couldn't believe
it.
But when the smile disappeared, his hand on Christoph's body became more forceful. The
smile vanished from Richard's face.
"How foolish. How could such a rumor spread, and why make such nonsensical statements...
I did that with you? Me?!"
His voice grew harsher as if he had just tasted unexpected humiliation. Richard sneered,
muttering with an expressionless face.
"Well, today, let me teach you. I will teach you clearly what a relationship between men is
like."
Richard spoke in a frighteningly gentle tone, grabbing the collar of Christoph's shirt and
tearing it from the neck down. The thin but weak fabric tore easily.
Beneath the ragged clothes draped over his shoulders and arms, Christoph's pale skin
suddenly appeared.
As Christoph's face stiffened, Richard said nothing and pulled down Christoph's pants.
Immediately, Christoph's expression changed; he used all his strength to struggle with his
legs, but with his restricted body, all efforts were futile. Even screaming frantically did not
help."YOU MANIAC, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T
TOUCH MY BODY!!"
However, Richard acted as if he didn't hear Christoph's angry shouts.
Soon, Christoph was completely naked.
Richard threw Christoph's last piece of underwear aside, looking down at him. Richard's
blatant gaze scanned him from head to toe.
"Hmm... I wonder if it can get hard with a man..."
Richard caressed his own groin.
His heavy penis showed no signs of erection.
Christoph stared at Richard's groin in shock and disgust.
He had never seen another man's penis at such a close distance. He always avoided public
baths and never looked at other men's genitals in shared bathrooms. Even in public
restrooms, he never glanced to the side.
Though there was no reason why a man's genitals should feel unfamiliar to Christoph—he
had seen his own penis tens of thousands of times—the penis of Richard, rubbing against his
groin, was entirely unfamiliar and disgusting.
Richard tilted his head, looking down at Christoph's lower body. Then he sneered.
"I always thought men's penises were just ugly, but your penis has the most beautiful color
and shape I've ever seen."
Christoph froze, his face turning ghostly white.
Being touched was enough to disgust him. But the current situation was even worse. These
actions suggested a physical, carnal relationship, causing Christoph to imagine the horrifying
things that could happen next.