Boy Monster Chapter 97

To the guy, this must have been a refreshing change of pace and a delightful prank. Eunho could clearly picture him in his mind—smirking whenever a usable word cropped up in the wiretapped audio, piecing them together with an editing program, and slamming his desk in sheer amusement.

Did he listen to this while looking at that poster by the entrance that looks like a scene straight out of an adult video?

Jae Eunho slowly turned his head. Come to think of it, right next to the entrance, exactly where the poster was visible, sat a single-person sofa.

As Jae Eunho walked toward the sofa, a museum pamphlet fell at his feet. It was a pamphlet he hadn’t checked yet, and several postcards rustled out from between its pages. He picked them up and checked; there were seven in total. Looking back at the front door, the number matched the randomly arranged magnets perfectly.

Jae Eunho walked over to the front door and attached the postcards. As he pinned the pictures one by one next to the poster, a look of shock washed over his face.

One was a character postcard of a monster from a creature game, but the remaining six were all photos of Jae Eunho.

A close-up of his face sucking on a popsicle on a hot summer day. An angle shot from between his legs while he was lying down and sleeping on a bench. A crop shot of his back view as he walked up the museum stairs, completely revealing the line of his glutes. His face with furrowed brows and closed eyes as he lay prone during a mission, with his collarbone slightly exposed.

They were all illegal hidden camera shots, but the remaining two were even taken inside the residence fitness center. Jae Eunho sweating with a flushed face while lying on a workout machine. The line of his spine and waist vividly exposed while changing clothes in the locker room. The image quality wasn’t great, as if they had been taken with a cell phone.

“Crazy bastard. This guy is a real crazy bastard. He’s out of his mind. He seriously needs to be locked up. He’s insane, this guy.”

Eunho shook his head from side to side and took a few steps backward. He could picture Shi Taehyun in his mind, leaning languidly against the sofa. His gaze fixed on the sex poster and Jae Eunho’s photos attached to the front door.

Shi Taehyun, with earphones in his ears, turns the volume all the way up.

—Put it in. Yours. Quickly. Shi Taehyun.

Staring at the front door, he listens to Eunho’s panting as it builds toward a climax. Jae Eunho imagined Shi Taehyun imagining him. In the illusion Jae Eunho created just now, the moans grew louder and more desperate.

—Ngh…, good, more…, ah. More…….

Just like Jang Hwonwoo probably did when he lusted after Sa Yeonri all by himself. Just like the moments he lusted after Jae Eunho alone while looking at the faint light of a wind lantern in his room in the main house. The fake Jang Hwonwoo grips his cock with his large hand.

With his chin propped sideways, he slowly strokes his member with one hand. Shi Taehyun imagines. Jae Eunho lying prone beneath him, exposing his secret path.

—Ha-ut, ah-ah, your cock, too much….

—Shut your mouth and take it.

The hand motions stickily stimulating his member grow increasingly violent, causing the veins on his wrist to bulge abruptly. Shi Taehyun glares at Jae Eunho in the photo.

—You’re fucking in heat. You love getting pounded so much your inside doesn’t know what to do with itself. As expected, a Sa Yeonri’s hole is on another level.

—Ah…, it hur….

—How does it hurt when you’re clamping down like this? It hurts? Huh? Should we stop then?

Imagining slamming Jae Eunho’s head into the bed, imagining striking Jae Eunho’s cheek hard when he answers no, his masturbation races toward a climax as he glares murderously at Eunho’s photo. The friction sound echoing between his hands from stimulating his large cock is exceptionally heavy.

Eunho, imagining the sex inside Shi Taehyun’s imagination, conjured up a sex scene so coercive and filthy it made him knit his brows. Why?

Because among the stalking materials gathered from the room, there was a document like this:

<Sa 1941 Descent Hwelju Incident Regarding Ritual Sa Statement Terror Yeonri’s the>

It was a statement Jae Eunho had given to the Japanese military and government in the past. The statements made to frame the family head for conspiring a rebellion consisted entirely of details about how he had used the enemy’s son.

Eunho dropped his head. The sex in his imagination grew even filthier and darker.

—Ugh… ut…!

—Spreading your legs so easily for your goals while acting smart, pretending not to know Eros—it’s disgusting. When you feel it this well.

—Wait, I think it’s coming….

—Do it, shoot if you think you’re going to shoot.

He fiercely slaps Jae Eunho’s cheek. Holding Eunho’s reddened face, he spits out an indifferent voice.

—Open your mouth.

Spitting into Eunho’s mouth, he thrusts his hips with terrifying strength.

—Hreuk….

The moment the Jae Eunho in the imagination reaches climax, Shi Taehyun ejaculates while glaring at the Jae Eunho in the photo. His cock throbs as it spurts semen. The climax Shi Taehyun feels is less about pleasure and more about a sense of revenge and a violent urge to break the opponent.

—You spurt it out quite well. But what should we do. I don’t fucking want to cum inside something disgusting. No, you have to keep your mouth open. Keep every single hole open, like a proper Sa Yeonri.

Watching the hatred of Shi Taehyun, who tells him to open his mouth but ejaculates anywhere but inside it, splattering semen indiscriminately over his eyes and nostrils. Imagining him mocking and violating him. At the end of his thoughts, Jae Eunho became deeply lethargic.

Perhaps it wasn’t lethargicness, but sadness. Eunho weakly pulled out the earphones and packed up the evidence.

The reason Shi Taehyun was so devilish in the sex Eunho envisioned was clear. Because he would definitely be that way. Because a relationship with the guy couldn’t possibly be any other way. Shi Taehyun’s handwriting scrawled in red pen on the back of Jae Eunho’s photo was the proof.

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘦 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘦 𝘌𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.

“…….”

Jae Eunho, who was peeling off the monster creature illustration postcard with a powerless hand, focused on the monster in the drawing. The monster in the bluish darkness was alone. Crouching its horribly shaped body, the monster’s gray eyes looked exhausted from loneliness.

Instantly, darkness fell inside the house. Before he knew it, the summer sun had set. Turning his eyes toward the kitchen window, Eunho’s gaze was captured by the scenery visible over the villa district beyond the glass.

This sofa was a spot from which the front door was visible, but at the same time, it was a seat where one could see the night sky just by turning their eyes. Jae Eunho recalled the night Shi Taehyun must have watched alone.

And he saw Shi Taehyun’s empty memories and ego drifting inside the dark house. He saw the terribly lonely nights in a world where everyone else was together.

The sound echoing in his ears right now was the silence Shi Taehyun must have seen and heard. The exact same urban silence Eunho had seen and heard from the high-rise residence. The infinite fear and long nights a young boy must have seen when he was kicked out of the house to sleep.

Holding the hand of the child who was watching the rain fall from the eaves, he had to tell him that he had been waiting for him. To the boy who had suddenly become a man, he had to tell him—not with intellectualizing or rationalizing nonsense, but directly—that he loved him just as much, that he loved him to distraction.

Jang Hwonwoo, who used to film Eunho with a motion picture camera. Shi Taehyun, who must have secretly photographed Jae Eunho from afar. Similar faces, the exact same gaze. The bodies of the two men looking at the subject beyond the lens merged into a single soul Outline…….

But that was merely Jae Eunho’s wish. A dead person who has escaped the Six Realms of Reincarnation does not return. The boy died to become Eunho’s breath, and the one who appeared was an empty Shi Taehyun. The times he had spent alone, resurrected without even knowing his own origin,

Only the times he had hated Jae Eunho so intensely remained.

“…Even so.”

Jae Eunho paced around the room, idly twitching his fingers. Uncharacteristically for Jae Eunho, the decision took a long time. After a long hesitation, a conclusion was reached.

“……Even so, I have to meet him, clear up the misunderstanding, and settle this. I can’t just let Sa Hwelju roam around like this either.”

He forced his tasks into order and made a rational judgment.

Jae Eunho did what he was best at—ignoring unnecessary emotions once again. He deliberately forgot his hollow chest and pushed aside the wounds that had been struck and clawed yet again.

After ignoring the pain like that, he immediately went into action.

Once Sa Hwelju lets Shi Taehyun out, the monster cannot come back out unless it rampages again, so it wouldn’t be an easy decision to make. Even so, there was only one way to force Sa Hwelju to return Shi Taehyun’s ego.

Sa Yeonri had to be in danger of dying.

By artificially suppressing his breathing and heart rate for a moment, he would make the monster sense Sa Yeonri’s death. He would become Juliet, who took a drug and feigned death. If Sa Yeonri dies right now, the monster’s body wouldn’t be safe either, so Sa Hwelju would have no choice but to let Shi Taehyun out into the world. Since it wouldn’t be able to save Jae Eunho in its monster form.

It was a perfect plan if Shi Taehyun came to save Jae Eunho like a prince on a white horse—though describing him as a ‘gangster riding a black dragon’ would be more accurate. ……Supposing Shi Taehyun actually appeared, that is.

He would need a bit of incident manipulation and media play. Framing a real incident as the work of the terror organization would kill three birds with one stone: luring Shi Taehyun, setting a trap to induce a reaction from the terror organization, and utilizing it for international public relations warfare.

A forced smile played on Jae Eunho’s face. Deliberately forgetting the painful imagination from moments ago, he picked up his cell phone. While taking a taxi to the hospital guarded by Hyeon Jaewoong, he called Deputy Director Oh Jigeun.

“Deputy Director. What violent crimes are we currently timing for public release?”

—If it’s the earliest one, the human dog-fighting gambling ring case. We’ve secured all the evidence and just need to raid the scene, but a third-generation chaebol is involved, so permission hasn’t dropped yet. Why?

“We need to bust that today. And please blast false investigation results all over the news stating that this case is suspected to be a crime committed by the same group as the drug cartel involved in the stowaway ship case. If we manipulate the incident and hit the media loudly, they won’t just sit still no matter how much they try to save their own skins. Some kind of reaction will come.”

—Ah. I get it. They must be tracking our movements, so you’re turning it against them. I just need to deploy troops secretly, right?

Shi Taehyun, sensing the danger of Jae Eunho’s death, would interpret this news as the terror organization murdering Jae Eunho. Supposing Shi Taehyun sees the news, that is.

“And I need to die for a moment at that scene.”

—Huh?

“You have extra drugs that induce a temporary state of suspended animation, right?”

Predictably, Deputy Director Oh Jigeun’s nagging poured out.

—My Boss. Just what on earth are you trying to do this time, again?!

But Jae Eunho knew that in the end, he would tolerate Eunho’s stubbornness. Because he was someone who trusted Jae Eunho unconditionally when it came to operation design.

Sure enough, when he entered the headquarters, the drug and syringe were prepared. After secretly calling a fire Hwelju 2nd rank to incinerate his backpack, Jae Eunho boarded a helicopter along with Hyeon Jaewoong and Choi Jungkyung, who were in charge of cover.

A special arrest team scrambled to a remote mountain in Gyeonggi-do where a blood-colored human dog-fighting game was taking place. Jae Eunho’s movement was conducted as a secret, undisclosed to anyone below the official-in-charge level.

Several helicopters gathered toward the pitch-black mountainside. It was right when noisy shouts and gunshots echoed among the police and special forces teams raiding the gambling den.

Inside the helicopter that hadn’t landed, Jae Eunho picked up the syringe.

It was ten minutes. From now on, for ten minutes, Jae Eunho would enter a state of suspended animation. After exchanging final signals with the cover team, he sent dozens of butterflies flying up into the black sky.

In the desperate hope that Sa Hwelju Shi Taehyun would answer the call, he closed his eyes inside the shadow of death spreading through his veins.