Frozen Milk has survived many deathly encounters with his villain, but this was the pinnacle of them all. A whole day with Vil? That was absolutely impossible.
Just yesterday Prota exhausted everything of Frozen Milk. His whole body still ached and hurt with every movement. That cursed protagonist was too cruel, too rough and violent. Even though he said 'slow and gentle' it was nowhere near slow and gentle. Why was he so skilled? Wasn't Prota an untouched and inexperienced male too?
Frozen Milk felt like a wild rodeo ride happened inside of him. The whole night until daybreak only then Frozen Milk could rest for a short time and Prota was satisfied.
Then two hours later, Frozen Milk glared at the ceiling again with the daunting premonition that his whole week would be like this. Especially, today, this bewitched Tuesday, Frozen Milk would suffer even more.
At this rate, Frozen Milk will end up in a wheelchair or even worse, Frozen Milk bit his nail, he'll become impotent!
From doing it too much, he won't be able to use his own dick anymore. It'd only get aroused by being touched by others, that meant… Frozen Milk could never ever top again!
This was not good! Not good at all! If even his Holy Beauty was a top, Frozen Milk could kiss adios to his masculinity and dye himself in shame.
The even worse thing was, despite the sexual adventurous night, Prota didn't even put it in! As Frozen Milk saw that mind-blowing thing, he exploded with fear and pseudo pain. So, instead of putting it in, Prota rubbed it against Frozen Milk's from behind and used Frozen Milk's legs as a hole.
Frozen Milk couldn't deny Prota. His puppy eyes, his puppy ears and his tail they were all too much for Frozen Milk. During the whole encounter, Frozen Milk's heart wildly thumped. This wasn't good, was it? Prota was too devastatingly charming and seductive, how could Frozen Milk say no to him?
So, the fact was Frozen Milk's body was sour like an unripe apple and ached just because Prota pseudo banged him. In simple, for even babies to understand words, Frozen Milk was truly a disgrace.
He didn't even have the dick inside him, yet his body was on the verge of breaking, so what if the actual thing…
What if? Just imagining it was too cruel for Frozen Milk. It set his whole body onto burning flames of hell and thrown it to bathe in the lava of Mordor.
Frozen Milk had a mission for today and that was to avoid the prototype of the tear-apart rockets. Yes, Vil's. If Prota's was already big, 10 out of 10 could guess by following the usual tropes of those king of novels, that the villain's was well… twice the size.
Frozen Milk laughed himself into madness. Maybe that was the only way to cope with it, to dive into madness and to become madness itself. Then no matter how mad something was, it wouldn't faze Frozen Milk at all.
Just like the moment when Frozen Milk, who laid on his stomach, turned a bit, stared into an abyss full of BDSM and bondage.
"Are you already presenting yourself to me, I do quite like it, my Lord."
Frozen Milk as much as he could because he liked to be dramatic, shifted away as Vil got closer and closer.
It was a vicious cycle, the more Frozen Milk retreated, the more he was backed into a corner.
Frozen Milk just wished he could return to the old days where his daily life did not include concerning sexual acts. This was getting too much of 18+ rated story!
Frozen Milk forced his drool to remain in his mouth as his eyes defiled the all-familiar sight of Vil's muscular body, especially his toned chest and abs. Curse Vil for wearing those loose clothes every time he was alone with Frozen Milk.
"My body hurts and I haven't slept much. Can we not do any physical activities?" Frozen Milk sought to find a loophole in this situation.
Despite Vil's nature and appearance, he was also quite clever and put 1 + 1 together.
"What did you do with him yesterday?" Vil's harsh voice made Frozen Milk flinch in anticipation.
Anticipation because Frozen Milk hoped Vil would leave the room and bicker with Prota and not anticipation because Vil would take his jealousy out on Frozen Milk.
"Nothing," Frozen Milk bluffed and of course his bluffs were always credible enough to fool anyone.
"Is that so?" Vil stood up and carried Frozen Milk bridal style.
The mansion was actually twice the size of a normal one. After his characters decided to claim each day of Frozen Milk's, they halved the mansion.
One side for Frozen Milk to spend their day in peace and the other half for the unfortunate ones to quell their sorrows, loneliness and jealousy.
And during the designated time, no one was allowed to disturb Frozen Milk. That was why Frozen Milk felt less embarrassed about this situation and the moans that escape his lips every now and then.
Vil carried Frozen Milk to the dining hall. The dining hall was quite intriguing because instead of a large table and chairs, there were countless sofas and tables.
Vil gently laid Frozen Milk on a sofa, "My Lord, please punish me."
There they were!
Those cursed and nonsense words seemingly out of nowhere every time!
Frozen Milk couldn't break out in sweat even if he wanted to.
"Why?"
"Because I need my Lord to punish me, so I can prepare my Lord a great feast," a red hue spread across Vil's face.
He was way too intoxicated now! Return! Overbearing, magnanimous, alpha male, return! This contrast between his domineering and submissive side was way too ridiculous!
Not believable!
The things he said, oh lord, Frozen Milk didn't even want to start at the cringe-fest Vil had going on in his mouth! Was it like drunk people dancing on Vil's tongue and those that were too intoxicated fell off, out of his mouth so they could puke in Frozen Milk's face?
"Just a kick would be alright, my Lord," Vil excitingly waited.
Frozen Milk didn't want to become a delinquent.
"Or even just a slap."
Frozen Milk lost to Vil's overspilling aura of being deranged. He slapped Vil once hard and pulled on his hair, "Now leave it at that."
Frozen Milk hissed and glared at him. Vil shivered in exhilaration and nodded, "My Lord, that was amazing. I want more."
"However, I need to thank you for the punishment," Vil pressed Frozen Milk onto the sofa.
Each time Vil stopped calling Frozen Milk 'my Lord' and addressed him as 'you', Frozen Milk knew Vil was back to his domineering and serious side.
This time it was Frozen Milk's turn to receive pleasure, he was sure of it. Frozen Milk had to watch how Vil left for the kitchen as he laid there, not being able to move. Frozen Milk lazily stared at the ceiling as it hit him.
Vil went to the kitchen...!
Frozen Milk sat up.
Vil was going to make him food...!
Frozen Milk had one leg off the sofa.
Vil was going to cook...!
Just the thought of this awkward male in the kitchen was worth for Frozen Milk to exhaust his body only to get some good laughs. He was too curious, he needed to engrave that rare sight into this mind. To make use of it and use it as a comedic relief whenever he felt oppressed in this household.
Also, because Frozen Milk just wanted to witness the total chaos and destruction Vil would bring forth in the kitchen.
With a lot of hellish moans and ahs and ohs, Frozen Milk managed to get off the sofa and make his way to the entrance. The dining hall was unnecessarily huge, the hallway was unnecessarily huge, the distance between the dining room and kitchen was unnecessarily huge, this whole fucking mansion was way too unnecessarily huge!
Frozen Milk clenched his teeth as he pulled himself along the wall only for some small entertainment.
Ordeal, trial, test none of any words in existence could describe what Frozen Milk went through right now.
Sure, he might have experienced much worse but frankly, Frozen Milk just loved to whine and be dramatic as much as possible. It was his way to vent and it was all in his head.
Of course, he would never show anyone his real self.
The door to the kitchen stood open and Frozen Milk peeked and the sight didn't disappoint him.