The chamber’s shadows seemed to breathe, coiling along the walls as Doojin stepped closer to Koha. The faint glow of the residual magic circles on the floor shimmered under his aura, reflecting the dark light that radiated from his body. Koha hung suspended by the ropes, his delicate frame quivering, naked and exposed, aura flickering faintly with every small movement.
Doojin’s eyes scanned him meticulously, noting each heartbeat, each shiver, each faint flare of magic. So much potential… so fragile… yet the struggle in this boy is exquisite, he thought, stepping closer with deliberate calm.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJDfXdtkjee
Doojin’s hand moved swiftly, gripping Koha’s chin and tilting his head back. The young mage’s violet eyes widened in anticipation, yet there was no escape. With a precise motion, Doojin delivered a sharp slap across Koha’s cheek. The sound echoed through the chamber, mixing with the faint hum of residual magic.
“You flinch too easily,” Doojin murmured, his lips brushing Koha’s ear. “Strength comes from enduring, from facing pain and knowing you will survive it.”
Koha’s body trembled violently against the ropes, aura flaring faintly as a ripple of pain coursed through him. He gasped, his voice weak. “I… I’m… trying…”
Doojin smirked, pressing a finger to his lips. “Trying is not enough. You must be strong. You must feel strength before you can wield it. And that… begins here.”
A soft, deliberate kiss brushed Koha’s lips, short but filled with the quiet weight of Doojin’s aura. Koha’s aura surged involuntarily, a faint pulse of pure energy that Doojin noted with satisfaction.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu1sUgjwQR0
Doojin hovered his hands over Koha’s chest, fingertips leaving faint trails of shadow energy in the air. The ropes constricted subtly, not enough to harm, but enough to force the young mage’s body into tension. Shadow pulses danced along the rope bindings, pressing against his skin in rhythm with his heartbeat.
“Feel it,” Doojin whispered, voice low and hypnotic. “Every pull, every strain… let it teach you. Let it make you stronger.”
Koha’s aura flared violently for a moment, flickering between violet and faint white, signaling the first hints of resistance. Doojin smiled, noting the faint increase in power as a direct response to the stress.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzhyQIAGNJk
Doojin circled Koha slowly, like a predator savoring the hunt. “You rely on the Four, don’t you?” he murmured. “Rio, Huo, Sky, Yin… do you think they can save you from me? From what I am about to make you endure?”
Koha’s gaze wavered, a shiver running down his spine. “I… I don’t…” he whispered, voice barely audible.
Doojin leaned close, pressing a kiss to Koha’s neck, letting his aura pulse faintly through the ropes. “I will not kill you,” he said, almost gently. “I only want you to become. But to become… you must endure. You must suffer and grow. And that suffering begins with me.”
The ropes tugged slightly, reinforcing his restraint. Koha’s aura flickered, a faint glow of violet-white energy rippling along his body, signaling the beginning of adaptation to Doojin’s control.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDjAGZIGHYo
Doojin’s fingers traced Koha’s chest and abdomen, alternating between gentle pressure and sharp pinches. “Tell me,” he murmured against his lips, “what do you fear most?”
Koha’s lips trembled. “I… I… I don’t want to fail…” he whispered, voice cracking.
Doojin pressed a brief, deliberate kiss to Koha’s lips, letting shadow energy mingle with his aura. “Fail? No… you will survive. You will rise stronger… but only because I allow it. Only because I control it.”
A faint pulse of magic reinforced Koha’s body subtly, allowing him to endure more pain than he normally could. Koha’s eyes flickered with white for an instant, a signal of latent energy awakening.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ynCWDl81c
Doojin delivered a series of measured slaps to Koha’s torso and cheeks, alternating with kisses to disorient and provoke. Each touch carried a pulse of aura that heightened sensitivity, forcing Koha to confront the tension between pleasure, pain, and survival.
“You see,” Doojin whispered, fingers brushing Koha’s lips, “resistance is good. But true strength… true mastery… comes when you learn to survive what terrifies you most.”
Koha whimpered, aura flaring again. His body strained in the ropes, muscles trembling as he began to unconsciously adapt to the magical pressure Doojin applied.
Doojin hovered above Koha, tracing faint symbols in the air with his fingers. Shadow energy wrapped around Koha’s aura, not to harm, but to enhance it. Small pulses of magical force reinforced his muscles, improved his focus, and slightly stabilized his energy output.
Good… yes… feel the growth, boy, Doojin thought. Learn that strength comes from submission… from endurance… from knowing that I am your limit.
Koha’s aura flickered violently, then stabilized, signaling the first faint emergence of control under extreme duress. He gasped, struggling against the ropes, but the energy stabilizing his body allowed him to endure without collapsing.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYUQGuO6FhD
Doojin pressed his forehead against Koha’s, whispering softly. “You will not break… yet. You will not die… yet. You will become… because I demand it.”
He pressed a final kiss to Koha’s lips, letting the faint pulse of shadow aura surge through him. Koha shuddered violently, the combination of physical pain, mental pressure, and magical manipulation forcing his body and aura to adapt.
For a brief moment, Koha’s aura flared fully, a radiant mix of violet and faint white energy, his body trembling under the strain. Doojin smiled, stepping back to observe the results.
The chamber fell silent. Koha hung limp in the ropes, breath ragged, aura pulsing faintly as it stabilized. Doojin stood above him, calm and composed, shadows curling around his body.
“This… is only the beginning,” he murmured. “You are learning, you are growing… and yet, there is so much more I will show you. Endure, survive… and become stronger. That is your path.”
Koha’s eyes fluttered open, pale violet glimmering faintly. Exhaustion, fear, and the first signs of resilience danced across his features.
Doojin stepped back, letting the shadows recede slightly, preparing for the next phase of his training—or torment—knowing the boy was already beginning to change.
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