The king had no intention of becoming a plaything of the victor. “Kill me. I was going to die anyway. I won’t beg for life with filthy deeds. I am not a pr*stitute.” However, the one who had captured the king spoke as if singing. “Then, your mother, siblings, and relatives will be the ones to suffer from humiliation.” The king of the fallen kingdom screamed in pleasure and became a male pr*stitute.