The table pressed hard against Li Yan’s bare back. He did not have time to recover from the tearing of his robe before the full weight of the two dominant Alphas crashed down on him.
There was no warmth in the room, no gentle touches, and no hesitation. True to their word, they were treating him exactly like a captured enemy operative who needed to be broken.
Prince Jing Yuchen moved up to the head of the table. His violet eyes were entirely dark, stripped of any royal grace.
He reached down with both hands, pinning Li Yan’s upper body flat against the surface. His fingers dug deeply into Li Yan’s shoulders, the brutal pressure ensuring he could not twist away.
Li Yan winced as the edges bit into his skin, his breath catching in his throat.
"This is your last chance to speak, Mingxuan," Jing Yuchen said, his voice flat and deadly as he looked down into Li Yan’s face. "Give us the names of your northern contacts, or we take them by force. The empire will not be compromised by your silence."
Li Yan clenched his teeth, staring back with pure defiance. He forced his breathing to remain slow, refusing to let them see the pain.
"I told you, I have nothing to say to a pair of brutes who think brute strength solves every puzzle."
"Your tongue remains sharp for a man in your position," Jing Yuchen murmured, his grip tightening until the skin beneath his fingers began to turn red. "Let us see how long that pride lasts."
Behind him, General Zhen Sheng let out a low, rough growl. The military leader showed no hesitation.
He grabbed Li Yan’s hips with his massive hands, lifting them high off the table to align his thick, rigid dick. Without a single word of warning, Zhen Sheng drove inside him with a heavy, punishing force.
"AH!"
A sharp cry tore out of Li Yan’s mouth, echoing loudly across the dark, empty war room. The sudden, brutal invasion made his entire body go rigid.
His fingers scraped against the iron blueprints carved into the table, his knuckles turning white as he tried to handle the intense pain.
The assault was aggressive, completely designed to force his mind into submission. Zhen Sheng did not pause to let him adjust.
He immediately began to move, his heavy, wet thrusts striking deep against Li Yan’s asshole with a relentless rhythm.
"Look at me, Duke," Zhen Sheng commanded, his voice raspy and thick with heavy pheromones as he slammed his dick forward again, forcing Li Yan’s hips to grind against the iron. "Tell us the truth, and the pain stops. Who are you working for? Who gave you the details about the silver chalice?"
Li Yan shook his head violently, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a verbal answer.
He hated them with every single fiber of his being. His mind screamed curses at their ruthless behavior, his straight-man pride fighting wildly against the raw degradation of the situation.
He was a leader, a man who controlled entire boardrooms, yet here he was being pinned down like an animal.
But his own body was a traitor. As the general continued to drive into him, the unique SS-Rank properties of his body began to react to the dominant Alpha energy.
Against his will, his inner muscles began to twitch and squeeze around the general’s length, a treacherous wave of raw pleasure spreading through his lower stomach.
"He is still fighting us," Jing Yuchen noted, his eyes narrowing as he felt the energy shift. "His mind is tightly locked. He is hiding something deep within his core."
The prince raised his hand, pressing his fingers firmly against Li Yan’s temples. Instantly, a freezing wave of Enigma magic shot into Li Yan’s head, actively tearing through his mental defenses to search for his memories.
The forced mental connection sent a shockwave through Li Yan’s mind, causing his body to drip with slick lubrication automatically, his core opening up even wider for the general’s thick shape.
"Stop... get out of my head!" Li Yan gasped, his vision blurring as he tried to erect a mental wall around the digital system data.
He could feel the prince’s magic probing his thoughts, brushing against things that did not belong in this world.
"Then open your mouth and speak the truth!" Jing Yuchen demanded, his fingers pressing harder against his temples, forcing the magical search deeper. "Tell me how a useless noble knows the secrets of the northern sea."
The two Alphas did not stop. They took turns ravishing him right over the blueprints of the empire’s borders, their heavy bodies pinning him down while they demanded answers between deep, wet impacts.
Every thrust from the general felt like an interrogation, and every touch from the prince was a direct attack on his mind.
Li Yan kept his jaw locked, his teeth drawing blood from his own lip as he focused entirely on keeping the digital world hidden.
"You think your silence will save your family?" Zhen Sheng growled, his pace quickening as the heat in the room grew thicker.
He slammed into Li Yan’s core again, his large hands leaving dark bruises on the pale skin of his waist. "If you are a traitor, the Emperor will execute every single person carrying the Xiao name. Speak!"
"I am no traitor," Li Yan managed to spit out between shallow breaths, his eyes watery but filled with venom. "The only traitors here are the ones abusing the bond."
The blue glass screen flickered wildly in his fading vision, flashing orange warnings that he could barely read through the intense fog of pain and forced pleasure.
[Warning: Host’s mental barrier is under extreme pressure.]
[System data leakage prevented at 85%. Core stability is dropping.]
[Warning: Physical strain on the host body is reaching maximum limits.]
"He is stubborn," Zhen Sheng panted, his sweat dripping down onto Li Yan’s chest as he pulled him back onto his length with a final, desperate burst of aggression. "But every man breaks eventually. No one holds out against the bond forever."
Jing Yuchen released Li Yan’s temples for a brief second, only to grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open.
"If you will not speak, then simply absorb our energy until your core overflows. Let us see how your mind handles the pressure when you are completely saturated."
The prince joined the assault, his own energy wrapping around Li Yan’s upper body, pulling him into a vice grip that left no room to breathe.
The double stimulation was overwhelming. Li Yan’s mind spun, his vision turning white as his body continued to betray him, melting under the raw power of the two men.
He hated them. He hated the way their scents mixed in the air.
Just as Li Yan thinks his mind is about to shatter completely from the intense, aggressive assault, the general gave a massive, deep pump, driving as far into his core as possible.
A sudden explosion of hot cum filled Li Yan’s inner depths, the intense heat causing his body to spasm violently from the internal shock.
At that exact moment, the massive iron map table beneath them let out a loud groan.
Under the combined physical weight and the heavy spiritual pressure of all three men, the iron surface suddenly cracked down the center.
A deep fissure tore through the carved mountains and rivers of the empire’s map. A small, hidden square compartment right beneath Li Yan’s hip popped open with a sharp click, the old iron forcing the iron lid up.
From the dark opening, a dusty, old black scroll rolled out onto the cracked iron, glowing with a faint, eerie purple light.
A strange, foreign northern seal was stamped clearly across the parchment, its wax glittering in the dim light of the lamps.
Li Yan’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at the object, his body still trembling from the general’s release.
Suddenly, a bright red alert screen flashed directly in front of his eyes, its chime ringing loudly in his ears.
[ALERT: Host’s forced pleasure has successfully unlocked a Traitorous Document hidden by the original Duke Xiao.]
[Secret plot percentage is currently rising by 30%. New world data available.]
Li Yan lay flat on the cold iron, his breathing ragged, staring at the glowing scroll as the two Alphas froze above him, their dark eyes instantly locking onto the hidden evidence.