Desires Chapter 5.7 - Provocations

Upon entering the living room, the walls were lined with striking photographs, presumably of Na Hankyeol’s noona, displayed like a gallery, just as he had mentioned living with her.

“Do you know Na Eunseong?”

“…….”

“You don’t listen to pop music, do you?”

Though Song Yeongin didn’t know who Na Eunseong was, Na Hankyeol’s words and the dynamic photos taken on stage gave him a rough idea of who his noona was and what she did.

Aside from Shin Hayeon, he didn’t know much about celebrities…

Song Yeongin didn’t pry further. So, because of his famous noona, he lived in a place with such tight security. He simply nodded silently, accepting the realization.

“This is my room. Sit here.”

The city’s night view came into sight from the high-rise. Entering Na Hankyeol’s spacious room, with an unobstructed view in all directions, Song Yeongin noticed the walls adorned with framed, stylish artwork. They were all surreal digital art pieces, not traditional fine art but modern creations processed through computer work.

“Wow…! Did you make all of these?”

“Yeah. Pretty cool, right?”

From Na Hankyeol’s confident expression, Song Yeongin realized that the things he wanted to show him were his own creations.

“That’s amazing. Did you draw them by hand and then work on them with the computer?”

“That’s my major. I’m an art student, you know. I mostly do computer work on paintings or illustrations I draw. I like digital art and media art, and I plan to keep working in that direction… I even designed the album jacket for my noona.”

Na Hankyeol showed him an album cover placed on the worktable.

“Thanks to my noona’s popularity, I get a lot of commissions… I’m doing pretty well.”

Song Yeongin couldn’t help but smile faintly, finding Na Hankyeol’s eager boasting as endearing as a naive child. Looking at Song Yeongin, who was glancing around at the artwork on the walls, Na Hankyeol said shyly.

“So, when I first saw you…”

“…….”

“I was going to ask you to model for my graduation exhibition.”

His delicate face was lightly flushed with intoxication. Na Hankyeol, silently gazing at Song Yeongin, whose cheeks were prettily flushed, handed him a freshly opened can of beer without hesitation.

“Here, drink.”

Song Yeongin didn’t refuse and took the can, drinking from it.

The more he drank, the more reality faded, and his anxiety vanished. Even if he faced Cha Woojin right now, Song Yeongin felt he could confront him.

How does it feel to have me slip out of your surveillance?

How does it feel to not be able to control people like pieces on a game board from above? Stop with these cowardly tricks. If you want to see me, come find me yourself.

Song Yeongin looked at the large art worktable and monitor in one corner of Na Hankyeol’s room and asked.

“Can you teach me? …How to do this kind of thing.”

Na Hankyeol looked surprised at Song Yeongin’s question, his eyes wide with curiosity like a child’s. But he didn’t hesitate.

“Wait a sec…”

Turning on the large dual monitor on the worktable, Na Hankyeol opened a program.

“I’ll show you. Sit here.”

“Okay…”

“If you know how to use the tools, it’s easy. Like this…”

Na Hankyeol had all the enviable high-tech equipment. His wireless pen deftly touched the large liquid crystal tablet set up on the tilted motion desk. Song Yeongin’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Can I try too?”

“Of course, give it a go if you want.”

Song Yeongin skillfully drew lines on the large work tablet. The wireless pen’s sensitivity was remarkably like a real pen. The delicate touch and pressure were perfectly rendered on the monitor.

“Wow…! You draw really well?”

“How do you do the coloring?”

“I’ll show you.”

As Song Yeongin sat at the worktable chair, holding the wireless pen, Na Hankyeol naturally approached from behind, wrapping his arms around him. Holding Song Yeongin’s hand, he guided the pen’s movements. Song Yeongin could feel Na Hankyeol’s rough, quick breaths at the nape of his neck.

“If you touch here like this… it changes to a brush shape. Then you select the color here…”

Song Yeongin quickly picked up what Na Hankyeol showed him. In no time, a simple figure drawing was completed.

“Have you studied art? You’re really good at this.”

“No, just as a hobby… I’ve always wanted to learn how to do digital art.”

His bright, intelligent eyes gleamed with curiosity. As they talked about art, Song Yeongin’s chatter increased, his profile pretty as he prattled on. Na Hankyeol stared intently at him.

“Come to my place! Use whatever you want, however you want. Or, just live here?”

“…….”

Whether it was the intoxication dulling his senses or his focus on drawing, Song Yeongin only then realized something felt off. Na Hankyeol was still holding him from behind under the pretense of teaching him how to color.

“You smell nice. How does a guy smell like this?”

“It’s just… I washed my hair with shampoo…”

“You smell like a baby.”

Na Hankyeol gazed at Song Yeongin’s fair, slender nape from behind. Even as a grown man, his nape had a soft, downy quality like a baby’s.

Na Hankyeol, still embracing Song Yeongin from behind, lowered his head. He stared at the intricately delicate lines of his face. His gaze fixed on Song Yeongin’s red, plump lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

Na Hankyeol, now close enough for their breaths to mingle, asked with softened eyes.

“No.”

Song Yeongin firmly rejected him with a cold expression, pushing Na Hankyeol away with all his strength.

“Then… a peck?”

“Hey, get off…! Who does that with friends!”

“Alright, alright… I was joking. I won’t do it.”

Na Hankyeol raised both hands, giggling playfully as usual. Though Song Yeongin knew the joke was strange, the intoxication clouded his judgment, and he didn’t feel angry at Na Hankyeol.

He’s a good kid…

At least he didn’t force himself when told no. Unlike someone who took him by force.

“Don’t make those kinds of jokes. I don’t like you doing that to me! You said we’re friends…”

Song Yeongin stared at the worktable’s monitor, deftly touching various functions and moving the wireless pen. Na Hankyeol closely watched what Song Yeongin was drawing on the monitor. It was obvious at a glance. Though he called it a hobby, he clearly had a remarkable talent for drawing.

Even intoxicated, Song Yeongin drew lines skillfully. It had been a while since he last drew, but his hands remembered it instinctively. While his hands moved freely, his gaze and thoughts grew slower. It was likely because he kept sipping the cans of beer Na Hankyeol handed him without refusing.

The intoxication hit hard. Every time he blinked slowly, everything faded. Cha Woojin didn’t even cross his mind.

The most perfect man in the world,

Making women’s hearts ache and driving them to anxiety… While destined to marry someone else, he toyed with my body so obsessively, all night long until I was ragged… And in the end, he never once said he loved me.

He didn’t even love me…

That kind of cruel, bad man didn’t even register in his thoughts anymore.

Song Yeongin pressed his heated cheeks with his hands.

He turned on the phone he had switched off. A flood of missed calls and messages poured in. The traces of Cha Woojin trying to contact him were endlessly recorded in the missed call log.

Song Yeongin felt he could understand why Shin Hayeon had to revel in her small victory over him. Did that man know the petty feelings of those who could only endure by indulging in such cheap thrills? That perfect man, always the object of awe and envy, would probably never know in his lifetime.

Just in case his sister-in-law called. If something urgent happened with Yooni, he’d have to rush over. Song Yeongin hesitated about whether to keep his phone off.

Could he keep staying at Hankyeol’s place?

Song Yeongin pondered quietly. Then, as if resolved, he put on the coat he had taken off over his white shirt uniform. As he fumbled to gather his bag, he swayed from the intoxication, and Na Hankyeol grabbed his arm.

“Yeongin-ah, it’s late… Just stay over.”

“No, I need to go home…”

Only after answering did he realize he couldn’t go home. He had no plan. Swept up in a moment of vengeance and impulsiveness, he had stormed out of Laquière without preparation. But going back home now was unthinkable. He couldn’t walk back into the cage where that man had cowardly placed a watchdog, playing the role of a zoo monkey.

He needed a place to stay. Song Yeongin needed the leeway to get through tonight safely. When morning came and his mind cleared, he could decide where to go and what to do. In his current drunken haze, he couldn’t judge anything.

Then, suddenly, his sister-in-law and the child came to mind.

If I disappear, what happens to my sister-in-law and the kid? Even if I send living expenses to the account…

“That house is yours, so raise the kid there. Don’t make the kid suffer in a bad environment because of your stubbornness.”

That’s what that man had said. So, even if he disappeared, Song Yeongin didn’t think that man would do anything to his unsuspecting nephew and sister-in-law. He didn’t want to believe he was that low. No, that man would likely protect them instead of casting them out. The shameless, absurd trust he felt toward him made Song Yeongin scoff at himself. He questioned himself, feeling foolish.

Do you really want to leave that man and escape?

But with that question, he could think no further. The alcohol swiftly consumed Song Yeongin, and everything blurred. Everything dulled, and nothing could be heard. It all faded away.

So this is why people drink. That’s why Cha Woojin, drunk on whiskey that night, said those foolish things about running away together.

People drink because they don’t want to think. The powerful dictatorship of alcohol, severing the chain of thoughts and stirring his heavy mind, was very much to Song Yeongin’s liking.

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“Yeongin-ah, it’s late, just sleep in noona’s room. There are plenty of rooms here.”

“…….”

Song Yeongin glared at Na Hankyeol with suspicious eyes. That sharp gaze made Na Hankyeol’s heart pound as if it would burst.

“Why are you looking at me like that? …I’m not going to do anything weird.”

“You tried to kiss me earlier.”

“I’m not that bad of a guy. It’s late, and it could be dangerous for you to go alone… You seem really drunk right now.”

Song Yeongin’s slender waist swayed as Na Hankyeol held him. With unsteady, hazy eyes, Song Yeongin brushed his hair back. Whenever he habitually swept his hair up, the fine strands revealed his clear forehead and pretty eyebrows. When his refined forehead was exposed, it felt like he was a meticulously drawn beauty.

The corners of his eyes, cheeks, and flushed membranes were red. The rosy flush spread across his translucent skin, coloring his entire body.

Song Yeongin’s head spun. He felt dizzy, and his breathing grew rapid. His seductively furrowed face stared at Na Hankyeol and asked.

“…I’m drunk?”

“Your face is red. No… your whole body is red.”

“And it’s dangerous for you to go like this. You really shouldn’t drink and get drunk just anywhere. Dude! You’re seriously going to get into trouble. You…”

“…….”

“Stop looking…! You’re driving me crazy. Don’t stare at me like that… And don’t make that expression…”

Na Hankyeol, flustered, blushed bright red at the ears and avoided Song Yeongin’s gaze. Song Yeongin didn’t know what expression he was making.

He wasn’t staring because he wanted to. He was trying to find balance but couldn’t, feeling dizzy. So he looked for a focal point to stand straight. That was all. He wanted to forget. He wanted to get drunk, and he had, as planned.

He recalled hearing something similar from Cha Woojin.

He’d said he couldn’t control himself when Song Yeongin was drunk. That it would trouble him, so he wouldn’t give him alcohol, he’d shamelessly declared multiple times.

“Where did you learn to look at people like that when you’re drunk?”

“You blatantly seduced me with that pleading look. If I weren’t in my right mind, I’d have taken you by force.”

The memory brought a low voice ringing in his ears. The irresistible, sexy gaze and arrogant smile of a man who stripped him bare came to mind. Song Yeongin felt ashamed, caught in provocative and sexual afterimages of that man even in this moment, wanting to hide. He was crazy. He must have lost his mind.

“I’m dizzy… I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Come here. Go lie down in noona’s room.”

His innocent, defenseless body swayed and collapsed. Unable to steady himself, Song Yeongin leaned on Na Hankyeol as he led him. The grip holding Song Yeongin’s body grew deeper and firmer.

“This room’s pretty, right? Noona stays here sometimes, so the bedding’s been washed.”

“Huh? …Yeah…”

“Sleep here.”

Song Yeongin let Na Hankyeol lay him down on the bed, his dizzy body surrendering.

“Who knows what could happen to you out there, going alone this late at night…”

Song Yeongin smiled prettily. His head spun. Being swallowed by alcohol, with no thoughts, felt good.

Whether Cha Woojin found him or not didn’t matter. He didn’t think of his sister-in-law or baby Yooni. Whether that man got married or not. He hoped that man would quickly have a child with that woman and inherit the Woosung Group as his father wished. Then, Song Yeongin wouldn’t think of him anymore and could truly forget him without lingering attachments.

Pain could only be endured. Time would heal it. It would gradually dull. He was someone who had learned that truth with his own body.

It didn’t matter. He started giggling foolishly. Song Yeongin finally understood why his drunken father was always soaked in alcohol.

To forget… To forget everything…

That’s why his father drank day and night. It felt so good. But… why did his father beat him like a dog when he drank?

“You’re not my kid.”

His drunken father would beat Song Yeongin until his anger subsided, saying he wasn’t his child. If Song Yeongin took the beating quietly, he wouldn’t touch his little sister. The young Song Yeongin thought it was just fortunate. If he, a man, took the beating instead of his sister or mother, relieving his father’s anger, wasn’t that the least of the misfortunes? He thought his father wasn’t a complete stranger. He only hit him in places that wouldn’t scar, just enough for him to endure. Song Yeongin had to search for even the tiniest warmth or paternal affection in that.

The young Song Yeongin was that pure.

He couldn’t hate anyone.

As old, buried memories surfaced, he couldn’t control the heaving in his chest.

If you were going to die like a dog in the gutter anyway… Why didn’t you try to live better? You made our poor, pitiful mom suffer so much. No, that wretched father killed her.

He hoped Yooni wouldn’t live like that. Not like him. Was Seoyoung still so angry at him? She scared him. She’d never forgive him until she died. He was terrified that one day he’d confess, unable to bear her resentment, that their mother had killed herself. He was scared she’d learn the truth.

“Yeongin-ah, why are you crying?”

Only then did Song Yeongin realize he was crying.

Na Hankyeol, sitting by the bed, looked down at Song Yeongin, who was shedding red, wet tears and sobbing. Song Yeongin’s chest heaved up and down. His red, plump lips trembled as he sobbed. His refined breaths scattered strangely in the air.

Na Hankyeol, looking at Song Yeongin, wondered how someone could even breathe so beautifully.

It was unintentional. Song Yeongin, lying with his eyes closed, felt an unfamiliar sensation on his lips. It was Na Hankyeol’s lips pressed against his.

Song Yeongin, his senses dulled by alcohol, belatedly opened his eyes wide. Looking up at Na Hankyeol with hazy, unfocused eyes, he asked. His clear, refined face, with its seductive, unfocused gaze, was so alluring it took his breath away.

“You jerk… I told you no… Are you not going to be my friend anymore?”

“We don’t have to be friends.”

“…….”

“You said you broke up. Doesn’t that mean I have a chance?!”

“Don’t…! Ugh, ngh…!!”

Na Hankyeol, swept away by that seductive gaze, lost all restraint and gave in to his urges. The kiss deepened instantly, with no time to pull away. His plump lips were crushed. Na Hankyeol, gripping the bed, hungrily kissed Song Yeongin’s lips. Song Yeongin turned his head.

“Hey…! Don’t…! Ngh! Na Hankyeol, I said don’t…!”

“He’s marrying a woman…!”

Those words stabbed into him like a dagger. Though his mind was still hazy, the pain in his chest was raw. He thought drinking would erase this strange pain, but it didn’t.

So that’s why Cha Woojin told me not to get drunk. Because I’m hopeless like this. Because I stop caring about anything. It’s fine, isn’t it? He’s doing this with that woman anyway… There’s no reason I can’t.

Song Yeongin simply closed his tired eyes. His neat eyelids and long lashes trembled as if convulsing.

Seizing the defenseless moment, a tongue swiftly invaded his mouth. The deeply entwined tongue swept through, gently sucking. It was tender, as if soothing him, but it stirred nothing more. Unlike Cha Woojin’s kisses, which shattered his heart into pieces and made it vanish in an instant, this was different.

Was this what a kiss was? Song Yeongin felt calm. He always sought peace and tranquility. So perhaps this, rather than a raging storm, was what he needed in his life.

As he barely gathered his hazy senses, he realized Na Hankyeol was now on top of him.

“Hah, hey…! Stop, stop joking. Let go now! Stop it. I don’t want this…!”

Song Yeongin pushed Na Hankyeol with all his strength. He resisted wildly, thrashing. But Na Hankyeol pinned him down, holding his limbs with force.

“Just a sec, I’m already like this.”

Na Hankyeol pressed his erect self against Song Yeongin’s lower body. The hard, unfamiliar sensation snapped Song Yeongin to attention. He realized this was no joke.

The situation was absurd. The ceiling spun. His body felt heavy, and his head was too dizzy to resist properly. Swallowed by alcohol, his senses were numbed, as if paralyzed.

“Yeongin-ah, you know? I’ve been thinking of you while jerking off lately. If I don’t think of you… I can’t even finish anymore.”

“Ugh, stop! You’re making a mistake…! If you do this, I’m really done with you…! Hey…! I won’t see you again! Let go…!”

Why on earth…? You called me a friend… Why are you doing this filthy thing…?!

Ha, you’re so fond of friends… Not enough with friends, even with a teacher doing that to you, you feel nothing? Do you know how guys with dicks see you?

Cha Woojin’s mocking voice clung to his ears like a hallucination.

Song Yeongin, you were wrong. He was sneering at me. Even after all that, you still trust men, trust people…?

“You said we’re friends…! Let go…! I don’t want this…! Stop it, I really mean it…!!!”

A cold hand slipped through the struggling shirt. Na Hankyeol began unbuttoning Song Yeongin’s white uniform shirt. His hand, sliding through the opened shirt, greedily groped him.

“Phew… Your waist is so slender. Your body is just… too erotic.”

“Let go!! You crazy bastard…! Did you pretend to be my friend just to do this to me?!!”

“No. At first, I really didn’t mean it… But you keep driving people crazy. You’re just too beautiful…”

Na Hankyeol pressed his aroused self against Song Yeongin’s body.

“Please… I’m begging you…! Hankyeol-ah, stop…!!!”

Na Hankyeol, his face flushed red, grabbed Song Yeongin’s waist and continued to fondle him lewdly.

“I’ll just rub with my hand. Is that not okay?”

“You bastard! Jerk…! I trusted you… I really trusted you…! But now it’s really over! I’ll never see you again!”

Tears that had clung to his venomous eyes streamed down his temples. The desperate, resolute voice, sobbing pitifully, seemed to shake Na Hankyeol deeply for a moment.

From some point, the sound of the doorbell ringing from the living room echoed through the open door. But Na Hankyeol didn’t even pretend to listen. He opened the unbuttoned shirt further and touched Song Yeongin’s nipple.

“Your color here is so pretty. I can’t stop now… I’m too turned on. Your body is too erotic.”

“Let go…! I said let go! You filthy bastard! Jerk! Crazy guy…! Sob…, don’t touch my body…!”

Na Hankyeol grabbed Song Yeongin’s resisting legs and spread them. But Song Yeongin was too drunk to pull himself together and escape.

Trying to distract Na Hankyeol with the persistent doorbell, Song Yeongin spoke up.

“…Out… outside… Someone’s here…”

“It’s fine. Noona’s on an overseas tour right now. No one’s coming. Maybe it’s noona’s stalker. Last time, they kept ringing the bell all night and then left. If we stay quiet, they’ll go away.”

Na Hankyeol pulled down his pants and spread his legs. In that state, he lewdly groped Song Yeongin’s hips and thighs, checking their softness.

The continuous pounding and ringing of the doorbell.

Suddenly, Song Yeongin thought it might be Cha Woojin. Just as that man had miraculously found him in every heinous moment before, could he have tracked him down this time too?

Even though I escaped from Cha Woojin on my own…

There was no crazier delusion than hoping he’d come to save him in a moment like this.

If that man saw me, who fled from him of my own accord, being raped like this, what expression would he make? Would he despise me? Look at me like I’m trash? No. That man had never once looked at me like that. Instead… he’d look at me with unbearable pity and compassion.

Song Yeongin, forgetting to resist the greedy hands violating his body, fell into a panic, returning to his past when he was tormented.

Don’t…! You said we were friends. Friends…!

Just hit me…! Just kill me…! If I have to endure this filthy act… I don’t want to live.

He wailed pitifully, as if pouring out the resentment in his heart.

“…Sob… Just kill me… Ngh… I don’t want to live… Just hit me…! No, don’t do this, just kill me…! Just kill me…”

“…What?!”

Na Hankyeol’s eyes wavered sharply at the sudden outburst and screams. Song Yeongin cried like a child who’d lost his mother.

I have to live, I have so many reasons to live… But every moment, people like you make me want to die. I don’t want to live. I want to die. So, don’t do this, don’t do this filthy thing, just kill me…

It was the final scream Song Yeongin had poured out, losing consciousness, every time those who violated him did so.

Song Yeongin saw in Na Hankyeol, driven by lust, the men who had violated and tormented him.

“Okay… Friend or not, go ahead and rape me like those filthy bastards.”

“What are you talking about…”

The guy who called himself a friend, the ones who tormented me, the teacher I begged for help… They’re all the same.

Cha Woojin, where did you find those devils? How did you find them and punish those demons?

I felt relieved knowing you were angry at those who defiled and humiliated me. That man knew I met those demons every night to exact my own desperate revenge.

“Go ahead, rape me. But be prepared! That man won’t let you off! He’ll take revenge…! That man will kill you…”

Don’t worry. I’m tracking down every bastard who did that to you, crushing them in the most painful way, tearing them apart so they can’t even pick up their bones.

That man said he was taking revenge on everyone who touched me. So, if you touch me, he won’t let you go.

In the most desperate and urgent moment, threatening and warning with that man’s name became Song Yeongin’s final solace, a deep cry in his heart.

But in this moment… If there was one thing certain, it wasn’t his love or his regret. It was that he wouldn’t tolerate my rape with anger. I was certain he’d find whoever touched me and take revenge in Cha Woojin’s way.

Some penniless, powerless twenty-year-old kid… If he’s someone I can control, I wouldn’t bother stopping him.

Control?! Control?! You can’t even find me, so how are you going to protect me! How are you going to stop this!

Song Yeongin cried uncontrollably. Screaming like a child, losing his senses in a frenzy, he wailed in panic.

Even Cha Woojin can’t do everything. With all your money, power, and influence, this is all you can do…! Without someone like Jang Haeseong watching me, you’re just a coward who can’t do anything!

This is your punishment for abandoning me…

Have your kid and live! Get married! Disappear from my sight!

I endured my mother’s death, my sister’s resentment, my father’s violence, and gang rape with resilience. What’s this compared to that? Just Cha Woojin…

I don’t know why that man comes to mind in such a desperate moment. My heart was torn to shreds, tattered like a rag. To think he’d find me here and come to save me—an absurd, insane expectation…

Song Yeongin had to wail like a broken man. Even in this moment, he wanted him.

I gritted my teeth and endured cruel fates and storms. I shouldn’t be like this. I should leave that man and grit my teeth to endure again. But I didn’t think I could. So now, I didn’t want to live anymore.

“…Sob… Ngh… Just kill me… I don’t want to live like this.”

Na Hankyeol, losing his senses and wailing in agony, pulled Song Yeongin into his arms.

“Yeongin-ah… I’m, I’m sorry… I must have gone crazy.”

“…….”

“I got too drunk and lost it for a moment, stop crying. I won’t do it. I didn’t know you hated it so much, to the point of losing your mind and wanting to die.”

Na Hankyeol patted Song Yeongin, who was panicking and gasping, and pulled up his pants. He gently embraced the half-naked Song Yeongin.

But Na Hankyeol didn’t stop, still pressing his erect self against Song Yeongin’s lower body. He only said he wouldn’t do it. He still greedily held Song Yeongin’s seated waist, rubbing himself against his body. He thrust his tongue hungrily into his mouth.

It was a lie. It was doubtful if he truly meant he wouldn’t do it. It felt like sweet-talk to calm him down just to have sex.

Na Hankyeol, as if wiping his mouth clean of lies, held Song Yeongin’s waist again and opened the unbuttoned shirt. Saying his shape and color were pretty, that he knew his body would be like this from the first time he saw him, that he’d never been so turned on, he buried his face in Song Yeongin’s chest, lewdly licking his nipple with a filthy tongue.

“Ha, Yeongin-ah… I won’t do it, so just suck me off. I can’t calm down here.”

Song Yeongin resigned himself, as if used to it.

Crazy bastard. Insane jerk…! You’re just like those bastards.

The earlier doorbell sound faded into silence, but suddenly, a loud roar came from outside the door.

The sound of metal striking, the screech of a chainsaw, the sound of breaking, the whir of machinery, and the explosive clang of metal.

At the tremendous, explosive noise, Na Hankyeol finally reacted, getting up from the bed. Through the open door, he shouted.

“Who the hell is it!”

As Na Hankyeol yelled, a familiar face burst through the open door.

Song Yeongin thought he saw a ghost. Last night, the incubus that came to violate him in his dreams had that man’s face.

Seeing him after ten days, Song Yeongin found the man utterly unfamiliar. It felt like a dream. Drunk and hazy, Song Yeongin wandered in a distant fog.

The tall man, exuding intimidation just by stepping inside, scanned Song Yeongin’s half-naked body with cold, feral eyes. Song Yeongin froze like a dead man under that chilling, murderous gaze.

The regal male physique, overpowering with height and build alone, approached Na Hankyeol, who was frozen in shock, like a ferocious beast. He began violently kicking Na Hankyeol with iron-like long legs.

The sound of boots stomping—Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!—crushed with bone-shattering force. Na Hankyeol’s body made grotesque sounds as it crumpled and twisted.

Song Yeongin learned for the first time that a person could be crumpled like paper. Na Hankyeol, terrified and sounding like a dying animal, let out guttural moans.

The man’s body, honed like a lethal weapon, was swift and agile beyond the eye’s ability to follow. His cold-blooded, expressionless face grabbed Na Hankyeol by the collar and struck his face with a sharp fist.

Cha Woojin mercilessly stomped on Na Hankyeol’s groin, who couldn’t even resist and lay sprawled.

Cha Woojin sneered coldly.

“Shall I make it so you can never get it up again?”

Na Hankyeol, his face bloodied, crawled on the floor, sobbing and begging.

Unable to breathe, Song Yeongin shook his head fiercely to shake off the intoxication, his ears ringing with relentless tinnitus from his toes to his brain.

Cha Woojin, without blinking, pulled Na Hankyeol up by the collar and struck him again. Thrown back to the floor, Na Hankyeol’s head was crushed under boots—Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!—mercilessly. The swift, precise movements were cruel and heinous, tinged with demonic intent. The face under the bed was a bloodied mess.

Cha Woojin was committing murder before his eyes.

Song Yeongin screamed.

“…Stop…, stop it…!”

Song Yeongin shielded Na Hankyeol’s bloodied head with his body as another kick came flying.

Cha Woojin’s sharp boot, descending vertically with force, stopped abruptly in midair upon seeing Song Yeongin shielding Na Hankyeol.

“…He’ll die…! Don’t do this! Stop it…”

Song Yeongin held Na Hankyeol’s blood-soaked head. The unrecognizable, bloodied face bled black blood from the nose, looking like he was about to die.

The man sneered coldly with a commanding, low voice.

“Spreading your legs for your friend, huh? Pretty close…”

“Stop! Stop hitting him… He’ll die…!”

A chilling wind blew in the man’s eyes.

Cha Woojin silently glared down at Song Yeongin with cold eyes.

“…Are you okay?! Hankyeol-ah… Let’s go to the hospital. I’ll… call an ambulance…”

Cha Woojin pulled up Song Yeongin’s half-naked body, his shirt buttons undone, exposing his chest. The man’s ghostly eyes coldly scanned his bare body and red nipples.

“Hosp-hospital… He’s badly hurt…! Ha!”

Cha Woojin, as if even angrier, began furiously stomping on Na Hankyeol’s core with his boot.

Song Yeongin had to stop him. What Na Hankyeol did to him was filthy and despicable, but he didn’t want him to die here. He had to prevent Cha Woojin from becoming a murderer.

“Damn it, don’t protect him…! Before I kill him right here.”

“Stop it…! Don’t do it…! He’ll really die.”

“Didn’t I tell you I’d tear apart and cripple anyone you spread your legs for?!”

“Sob… You crazy…! Sob… You bastard…! He’s going to die, stop it…!”

Park Seongjae, with an expressionless face, entered behind Song Yeongin, who was trembling and wailing while shielding Na Hankyeol.

“Seongjae-ya,”

“Yes.”

“Contact Jeong Byeon and clean this up.”

Park Seongjae bowed to his superior and immediately made a call.

Cha Woojin grabbed Song Yeongin’s half-naked body, exposing his nipples and chest.

“Come with me.”

“Let go…! He’s dying. Call an ambulance!”

“Damn it, shut up…! Do you want me to rip this rapist apart with my own hands?!”

“He didn’t…! He didn’t rape me. So, save him…”

“How many of the bastards who touched you have I buried? You think I can’t kill a punk like this?!”

A fierce, murderous intent surged in his icy eyes. The violent man, consumed by rage and madness, overpowered Song Yeongin. Cha Woojin dragged him out by force.

Jang Haeseong, standing behind the shattered front door, gathered the heavy chainsaw and tools that had destroyed the door and hinges, following the two.

Last night, Song Yeongin had a terrible nightmare. In it, an incubus resembling that man appeared, cruelly tormenting and toying with him wantonly. Song Yeongin thought he might still be trapped in that horrific nightmare.

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Cha Woojin shoved Song Yeongin’s trembling, slender body into the backseat of a black Rolls-Royce like luggage.

Jang Haeseong took the wheel and bowed his head.

“Shall we go to Hannam-dong?”

“No, to my private residence.”

Without pause, his sedan glided forward. The rough breathing of the two filled the car chaotically. Nausea rose. His head throbbed as if hammered and tanned.

Song Yeongin couldn’t stop his sorrowful crying. Terrified and trembling like a leaf, his uncontrollable body shook. Cha Woojin, seated beside him, leaned his broad shoulders against the seat, exhaling like a roaring beast.

“…Hankyeol… Take him to the hospital… Let him get treated.”

“Damn it, shut up…! If you say that bastard’s name one more time! …Ha.”

Cha Woojin stared at the tear-soaked Song Yeongin. Through the improperly fastened clothes, his smooth white chest and red nipples stood out starkly. It was a body so provocative it could ignite desire where none existed.

Cha Woojin’s eyes narrowed coldly.

“Protecting him like that, was it not rape but consensual?! You spread your legs willingly, and I interrupted?”

“Sob… Stop it…”

“Why did you ditch Jang Haeseong and go to that punk’s house? Huh?!”

Song Yeongin, his face stained red with tears and intoxication, glared at Cha Woojin as if to kill him. That pitiful venom was bewitchingly seductive.

“You’re sleeping with Shin Hayeon…! You slept with that woman?! So why can’t I…! Didn’t you tell me to play with friends?!”

“I told you to play with friends, not to ditch Jang Haeseong and screw around.”

“I didn’t… Sob… I didn’t…”

When Cha Woojin pressed a remote, an opaque partition descended, separating the driver’s seat from the back.

As the partition blocked Jang Haeseong, Cha Woojin abruptly pulled down Song Yeongin’s pants and slipped his hand between his buttocks. The man’s long fingers probed the hole. The cold, heavy metal watch touched the spread membranes. The flesh trembled, convulsing.

Cha Woojin was checking if Song Yeongin had really done it with him, touching the hole. As his thick, long fingers probed, the tight, dry hole clamped shut. Cha Woojin narrowed his cool eyes thinly. The man’s expression was utterly calm.

“Ha, ugh…! Sob… You crazy bastard…”

Cha Woojin, done with his business, played an audio file on a tablet.

……

— Your color here is so pretty. I can’t stop now… I’m too turned on. Your body is too erotic.

……

— Let go…! I said let go! You filthy bastard! Jerk! Crazy guy…! Sob…, don’t touch my body…!

……

“It doesn’t seem like it was consensual. You resisted until the end. This will serve as evidence for unavoidable circumstances.”

Song Yeongin’s face hardened.

“…You wiretapped me?”

Cha Woojin, with a cold, emotionless gaze, looked at the phone Song Yeongin clutched tightly and said.

“Did you think I’d let you leave my house without a single device?!”

“…….”

“If it weren’t for this, I wouldn’t have been able to come save you! If it wasn’t that punk but James Han, you’d have been raped, locked up, and stuffed like a trophy. I wouldn’t have even been able to rescue you.”

“Let me out…! I’m not going to your house.”

Song Yeongin thrashed with all his strength in the backseat. Like a madman, he struggled, trying to open the door of the moving car.

Clutching the phone with the wiretapping device, Song Yeongin swung it wildly at him. Cha Woojin embraced him like soothing a child.

“Ha, let go…! You coward, since when have you been spying on me?! Not enough to watch me 24/7… Now, in this cowardly way…!”

He must have shamelessly overheard everything. The words I shared with Na Hankyeol, the conversations with Shin Hayeon, how much I suffered because of you…

You must have sat above, just flicking your fingers, eavesdropping.

“Shh, calm down…! Stay still…!”

Song Yeongin resisted fiercely, like a seizure, trying to open the car door. He swung the phone in his hand with all his might, and it made a dull Thud! Screech! sound.

The sound was the eyebrow bone of the man holding him being brutally torn. The skin above his eyebrow was slashed by the sharp, thick keychain ring on the phone case. Dark red blood dripped from Cha Woojin’s eyebrow bone, Drip! Drip!

The flowing blood quickly soaked the man’s shirt and suit jacket. Song Yeongin, having swung the phone, stared in horror at the blood streaming down the man’s temple, nearly fainting.

“Shh, I told you to calm down.”

“…Blood…! You’re bleeding…”