Humanity Chapter 1.3 - Secret

Han Jiwan lowered his head and licked Yimyeong’s cheek with his tongue.

The heavy weight of Han Jiwan’s body pressed down on Yimyeong, his face drawing so close it seemed he might kiss him. In that moment, Yimyeong instinctively turned his head aside. But Han Jiwan, as if he’d been waiting, engulfed Yimyeong’s ear, and the sensation of wet sounds reverberating through his brain made Yimyeong’s waist tremble.

“Ahh…”

Yimyeong wasn’t sure when it started, but he was slightly erect. For him, this was far from a good thing. Whether Han Jiwan grabbed his hair, choked him, or, as now, licked and kneaded his body with persistent caresses, both were equally bad. But if he had to choose, the former was preferable.

Until just moments ago, Yimyeong hadn’t even considered the possibility of feeling pleasure during sex with Han Jiwan. The faint anxiety and excitement coursing through his skin were deeply unsettling, and he found it hard to accept the situation.

“Hyung, how did the other guys touch you?”

“Shut up, ugh… hck, hah…”

“No one’s ever caressed you like this, right?”

“Hn, ah…!”

Yimyeong’s ears and neck were especially sensitive. While he could at least twist his body to resist touches elsewhere, when Han Jiwan gently sucked on his nape, he simply melted, trembling.

Han Jiwan, satisfied, reached down toward Yimyeong’s lower body. His sole reason for trying so hard to elicit pleasure from a man resisting it was simple.

He expected it to already be wet.

“Not there…!”

Han Jiwan, slipping his hand inside Yimyeong’s underwear, grinned. The front was erect, and the perineum was already slick with fluid. The moment his hand touched, Yimyeong twisted his hips, trying to rise.

But Han Jiwan, unfazed by the slight resistance, pressed Yimyeong’s stomach firmly with one hand while pulling down his underwear with the other.

“Ugh…!”

It wasn’t the first time Han Jiwan had stripped a resisting man. With practiced ease, the underwear was quickly caught around one of Yimyeong’s ankles.

Han Jiwan leisurely positioned himself between Yimyeong’s legs, which kept trying to pull back, and grabbed both thighs. Even now, Yimyeong’s trembling thighs were tensed with effort. Han Jiwan found his desperate expression both pitiful and beautiful.

“Alright, easy now… Spread your legs.”

Though he spoke casually, Han Jiwan’s grip on the inner thighs was strong enough to bruise. Yimyeong’s body, still under the influence of the drug, grew breathless with just a little pressure.

“Hah, hah…”

Han Jiwan, in no rush, slowly spread Yimyeong’s knees. Yimyeong’s bitten lips turned white in the center. Despite trying to resist as much as possible, the inner thighs and adductor muscles trembled with effort. The hollow curve between muscle and bone was beautiful.

Though slightly softened, the robust penis and taut scrotum stood out. The narrow valley between them and the curve near the buttocks, where the only fat on this toned body gathered, made Han Jiwan’s head spin. He unconsciously licked his lips. He wanted to bury his face between those buttocks and suck.

“Don’t, don’t look…”

Yimyeong muttered in a suffocating voice. His mind was on the verge of melting from shame. Han Jiwan’s gaze felt almost physical, slithering like a snake and licking his skin.

Realizing that begging was all he could do in this situation broke a piece of Yimyeong’s heart.

“Get away…”

His lips trembled. Han Jiwan silently lowered himself. As the arms forcefully spreading his legs eased slightly, Yimyeong’s knees tried to close, but touching Han Jiwan’s shoulders made it seem like he was clamping them tightly, leaving him unable to move.

Instead, Yimyeong tightly clenched his bound fists.

“So small.”

Han Jiwan’s breath, spat out abruptly, felt close. Yimyeong closed his eyes.

“Ugh…!”

A scraping touch from Han Jiwan’s fingertips made Yimyeong tense, his stomach tightening. Seeing this, Han Jiwan said.

“I didn’t put it in.”

“No, don’t, hah… don’t…”

Yimyeong stared at the ceiling, holding his breath, eyes wide.

“Ah… hck…”

It wasn’t a mistake—Han Jiwan was licking him there. The proof of his omega nature, which he hadn’t properly looked at since manifesting at fifteen. Han Jiwan was soaking the narrow slit in the perineum with saliva, parting it with his tongue. The pointed tip dug in, a dull sensation washing over him.

Yimyeong’s waist tensed, his abs clenching tightly. His knees, strained with effort, nearly choked Han Jiwan’s neck.

Rubbing the overly tense thighs, Han Jiwan said.

“Relax. You can’t feel anything like this.”

“Ah, ugh…”

“Seems like the fluid’s coming…”

Han Jiwan brushed his hair back with one hand, examining the narrow slit.

They said omegas each had a unique scent, like an amplified body odor. But Han Jiwan didn’t taste much.

Tch, clicking his tongue, he resumed licking. If there was no taste, he’d smear honey or whipped cream and suck, he thought.

The slit’s structure seemed simple, like an anus. Long and split, it resembled the stretched-out back hole of a debauched man. Han Jiwan loved the narrow, moist membrane he’d never seen before.

“Ah, ugh…!”

Yimyeong’s moans carried a nasal tone. Each time Han Jiwan’s tongue traced the inner walls, his hips jolted. When Han Jiwan gripped his waist or hips to keep him still and buried his face, Yimyeong twisted his head in distress.

Unlike the sturdy body, the hole was delicate and fragile, too tight for even a finger. Whether the omega’s organ was small because of Yimyeong’s nature or typical for omegas, Han Jiwan didn’t know. But the contrast between the robust man and the tiny slit drove him wild.

“Mmm… haa, slurp, hmm…”

He deliberately moaned, letting saliva flow and licking the slick interior broadly. At some point, Yimyeong’s throat only produced scraping sounds instead of moans. His body, soaked in cold sweat, glistened like a dolphin’s skin. Han Jiwan spread his palm, kneading the sweat-slicked, luscious skin.

Spreading Yimyeong’s legs wider and resting them on his shoulders, Han Jiwan buried his face in his groin. Sucking ravenously, wet sounds filled the air.

“Ugh, hah… ugh…”

His jaw ached from the intensity, but Han Jiwan noticed Yimyeong’s inner thighs convulsing. Seeing them tremble without stimulation, he looked up to find white semen splattered across Yimyeong’s abs.

Rubbing his sore jaw, Han Jiwan asked.

“Came in the middle?”

Yimyeong, panting heavily without answering, had a chest that rose and fell in smooth arcs. His vivid pink nipples stood erect, suggesting he’d felt immense pleasure, yet he hadn’t moaned noticeably. It was as if he desperately didn’t want his arousal noticed.

“Like this when you jerk off too?”

That sparked Han Jiwan’s imagination. Yimyeong was taking deep breaths to hide the trembling from the lingering climax. His patient endurance made Han Jiwan unable to hold back. He wanted to pierce him, make him writhe, and make him cry.

Rubbing himself, Han Jiwan sighed deeply.

“Why’re you the only one coming? I wanna come too… Can I put it in?”

Pulling down his underwear, Han Jiwan’s massive penis sprang free. Veins bulging chaotically, it looked menacing but had a deep pink hue.

After stroking himself perfunctorily, Han Jiwan pressed his tip against Yimyeong’s narrow hole. The entrance, soft as tofu, made wet sounds with just a little rubbing.

“Fuck… too tight.”

The problem was, it was too small. Insertion was impossible; even the tip wouldn’t fit. Biting his lip in frustration, Han Jiwan laid himself atop Yimyeong’s stomach for comparison. His girth was nearly that of a 500ml water bottle, while Yimyeong’s entrance could barely take a finger.

“Need to loosen this up too?”

Muttering irritably, Han Jiwan tried to shove his index and middle fingers into the omega’s organ.

“Argh!”

Before even one knuckle was in, Yimyeong let out a short scream, filled with pain, not pleasure. Pressing a curled finger inside drew another scream.

“Ha, this is insane.”

Yimyeong curled up silently, trembling. Seeing the stubborn man shrink from just a finger was satisfying, but the impossibility of insertion was the issue.

If he injured him with forceful insertion, treatment would be uncertain. Yimyeong didn’t seem likely to willingly go to a hospital and spread his legs to show a torn interior.

Han Jiwan clicked his tongue.

Ultimately, he chose the rear hole. It was what he’d coveted before knowing Yimyeong was an omega, but settling for second best left him dissatisfied.

There’d be another chance, he consoled himself, deciding to quench his immediate urge.

“Relax.”

Han Jiwan lifted one of Yimyeong’s legs, his expression dazed, and spat inside. Inserting two fingers, he stretched the hole with scissoring motions. Yimyeong, exhausted, writhed in disgust. Han Jiwan slapped his cheek sharply a few times to snap him out of it.

“Hyung, I said I don’t like rape. Want it to really tear before you listen?”

With two fingers in the anus, he poked the omega’s slit with his thumb, and Yimyeong stopped resisting, groaning in pain.

Han Jiwan roughly stretched the anus, thrusting his fingers. After one climax, the muscles were relaxed, and fluid from the front had lubricated the back, allowing three fingers easily.

Fortunately, insertion here seemed feasible…

“What’s this? Were you with someone before? Why’s your back so loose?”

Despite the humiliating words, Yimyeong kept his mouth shut.

When four fingers fit snugly, Han Jiwan deliberately yanked them out. Pressing his penis against the quickly contracting entrance, he tapped it a few times before thrusting in.

“Ugh!”

Yimyeong’s face turned pale. Realizing he was holding his breath, Han Jiwan lightly slapped his cheek.

“You gotta relax.”

Pushing halfway in and then fully, Yimyeong, lying limp, bit his lip with a groan. A pleasant low moan escaped.

“Hng…”

Han Jiwan had held back too long. Overwhelmed with desire to ravage the man before him, he thrust hard, shaking Yimyeong’s body.

Reaching out, Han Jiwan pressed Yimyeong’s chest, who was panting heavily.

“Look up.”

Yimyeong, pained by the pressure on a vital spot, coughed and raised his chin. His taut upper body arched toward the ceiling. The vivid bruises on his long neck stood out starkly, an unrealistically beautiful color. Han Jiwan, feeling a thrill down his spine, slammed his hips forward.

“Really… hng, beautiful.”

Han Jiwan muttered, entranced.

But the words no longer reached Yimyeong’s ears. Wanting to detach from the unbelievable reality, everything sounded muffled. It was as if only his anus existed, all nerves focused there. The friction tearing at the inner walls was painful. But the problem was, it wasn’t just pain. The overly sensitive red membranes, dragged with the penis, made his hips tremble, and each press on his prostate made his buttocks twitch involuntarily.

“Hnn… ah, ah, ugh…”

Han Jiwan toyed with Yimyeong’s sweat-soaked hair, strand by strand. He caressed his handsome eyebrows and wiped under his trembling eyes. Yet his hip movements were merciless. Each vengeful thrust made it impossible to miss every frame of Yimyeong’s flinching face.

“Hck, hah… ugh, hck.”

Feeling the tight inner walls gripping him, Han Jiwan muttered curses.

“Fuck… this back hole’s so tight, how tight must this be.”

Unable to resist, Han Jiwan inserted a finger into the omega’s narrow slit. Yimyeong’s eyes snapped open in pain, but no sound came from his open mouth.

“Breathe.”

Slapping Yimyeong’s buttocks sharply, Han Jiwan bit back curses. Scraping the inner walls with his penis, the fingered slit seemed to tremble. When pulled out quickly, the front twitched too. It was a natural hole. Han Jiwan, feeling unprecedented pleasure, furrowed his brows.

“Haa, hck, ugh, hoo…”

As Han Jiwan shook his hips frantically, the bed creaked. His back was soaked with sweat, glistening. Yimyeong’s collarbone and chest were similarly drenched.

As the two tall men entangled fiercely, the mattress springs couldn’t bear the weight, faintly snapping from within. Adjusting his grip on Yimyeong’s sweat-slicked thighs, Han Jiwan raced toward climax.

“Hck… ha, hck!”

“Ah, ahh, ugh, hnn… ugh!”

Conquest surged within him. Wanting to violate untouched depths, Han Jiwan thrust deeper. He pierced so deeply that the outline was faintly visible on Yimyeong’s flat stomach.

“Anyone ever reached here? Huh?”

“Ugh, ah, hnn…”

Grabbing his hair, Yimyeong barely shook his head. Han Jiwan thrust so hard the recipient’s pelvis rattled. Pulling out completely and slamming back to the hilt before the hole could close.

Repeating this relentlessly, Yimyeong, pierced beyond endurance, reached climax involuntarily.

“Argh, ahh…!”

His hips trembled, inner walls contracting freely. The relentless tightening pushed Han Jiwan to an unexpected climax.

“Ngh, hah…”

The elastic buttocks contracted as if milking him. The ceaseless stimulation during climax left Han Jiwan unable to think straight.

“You’re made for this, fuck. Selling your body’s your calling. Why bother being a bodyguard…”

Muttering, Han Jiwan spread Yimyeong’s wet buttocks wide. The pink inner walls peeked through the tough muscles. After unloading inside, he pulled out.

With a squelch, as the wet penis was withdrawn, white semen oozed from the hole. Rubbing his still-dripping tip against Yimyeong’s perineal slit, Han Jiwan smacked his lips. His eyes, gazing at the untouched narrow hole, gleamed with desire.

‧₊˚

Yimyeong lay limp, having completely given up resistance.

Didn’t someone say strong denial is strong affirmation? Despite claiming to dislike rape, Han Jiwan’s every insertion was close to it. At the start, Yimyeong resisted fiercely each time Han Jiwan’s brutal thrusts bruised his hips, seething with anger. But bound hands and feet had limits, and Han Jiwan retaliated with ruthless violence.

As violence mixed in, the intensity of the sex veered toward brutality. Yimyeong could endure a beating better than being forcibly dragged to climax. Han Jiwan, as if determined to break him, relentlessly stimulated his prostate or lewdly sucked and bit the omega slit that made Yimyeong shudder at the slightest touch.

Realizing his resistance only excited Han Jiwan more, Yimyeong stopped futile struggles at some point. When Han Jiwan rubbed against the narrow perineal slit as if masturbating, Yimyeong, overwhelmed by unbearable shame, stopped thinking.

“With a body like this, you’ve been giving it away for free? What a loss. From now on, charge for it.”

“I’ll pay the most.”

“You gotta use what you’ve got. So many guys are dying to sell themselves to me.”

The words whispered in his ear with a chuckle still lingered in his mind.

Feeling anger and shame meant his rationality was still intact. But enduring Han Jiwan’s perverse acts while maintaining reason demanded immense mental toll.

So Yimyeong chose resignation. He switched off his rationality, ignoring what was happening to his body.

“Here, your phone. I sent the money. Check it.”

Yimyeong looked at his phone, tossed onto the bed.

Excluding moments of passing out, it felt like they’d been entangled in that act all day. The faint light seeping through the window blurred his sense of time and reality.

Yimyeong gazed at Han Jiwan’s back as he sat on the bed’s edge, stretching rhythmically, his shoulder blades marked with scratches from Yimyeong’s nails last night.

Looking away, Yimyeong checked his phone. Only spam texts and emails had arrived. Glancing at Han Jiwan once more, he opened his banking app.

A hundred million won had been deposited into his salary account.

“I said I’d pay generously.”

Han Jiwan grinned.

“Deal’s done.”

“…….”

“I’ll pay the rest when you leave.”

Yimyeong, without answering, fixed his gaze on the phone screen.

Was it just numbers? The fact that such a sum was in his hands didn’t feel real. At the same time, memories of past hardships due to lack of money flashed through his mind. The most piercing was giving up a new drug proposed for his father’s life-prolonging treatment.

His father didn’t survive that year.

If only he’d had this money sooner…

Yimyeong stared at the screen, entertaining meaningless what-ifs. If his father were still alive? Or if he’d met Han Jiwan earlier, would he have avoided this gnawing guilt, as if betraying morality?

But life’s flow is chaotic. It never moves conveniently.

“Hmm… You’re not calling anyone.”

Han Jiwan tossed a meaningful remark over Yimyeong, who was staring at the screen.

“No missed calls either. Nowhere to go, huh?”

Feeling caught off guard, Yimyeong looked up. It only now struck him that “normal people” with relationships would have someone to contact if they vanished. Family, lovers, or those constantly connected would notice an absence.

But Yimyeong had no such connections. He’d chosen isolation.

“Works out, doesn’t it?”

Han Jiwan concluded simply, reaching for Yimyeong’s phone. Resisting, Yimyeong gripped it tightly.

“…Wait. I have someone to contact.”

“Hm…”

Han Jiwan backed off without comment. Hesitating, Yimyeong sent a message to his mother.

[I’ll send some money.]

Then he transferred an amount that wouldn’t raise suspicion but could cover part of that month’s loan payment.

There was no one else to contact. Yimyeong’s life had long been starkly simple. One remaining family member, debt, and an isolated existence. Realizing this anew brought a wave of indescribable emptiness.

While tending to a brief errand, Han Jiwan had disappeared. Instead, the sound of running water came from a nearby bathroom.

In his absence, Yimyeong stared quietly at his phone.

One foot was still tied to the bed. How long did Han Jiwan intend to keep him bound? Could he possibly call for help?

…Perhaps report it to the police.

But the thought that reporting it would likely yield no practical help held him back. Han Jiwan, meeting the arriving police, wouldn’t simply let him go or confess to any crime. In this space, Han Jiwan’s domain, he held an absolute advantage, and…

What would Yimyeong even say? If, by some chance, the police took his situation seriously and he had to make a statement?

“I was raped by a man.”

Why you, of all people? He could easily imagine the Lillies police staring at him with such eyes. How could he prove the assault? Was it even possible? He’d even accepted payment willingly and sent money to his mother. It was already a mutual transaction.

Yimyeong bit the inside of his lip.

In the midst of his turmoil, unable to press any buttons, Han Jiwan approached.

“Confiscating it again.”

Han Jiwan took the phone from Yimyeong as if it were only natural, checking the call history and messages.

“Good thing you’re not stupid, hyung.”

“What?”

“There’s always some idiot who calls the police at times like this. They have their fun, take the money, and then claim they’re a victim. I hate morons like that.”

Should he have reported it?

Yimyeong regretted it too late. He’d missed a chance to disappoint Han Jiwan.

At the same time, a chill ran through him. Han Jiwan had tossed the phone as a test. It was a display of confidence that he could handle anything in this house. As Yimyeong had suspected, Han Jiwan had complete control over every possible act of rebellion.

Han Jiwan took Yimyeong’s phone and locked it in a bureau drawer, turning the key deliberately.

“I have a question.”

Yimyeong asked in a hoarse voice. Han Jiwan looked at him with a smiling face.

“Are you going to keep controlling me like this?”

“There’s no trust between us yet.”

Yimyeong was dumbfounded by Han Jiwan talking about trust after what he’d done. Facing such extreme irrationality, conversation became impossible.

“I’ll let you go once I’m sure you won’t run.”

“What?”

A soft knock came from outside. Han Jiwan lightly kissed Yimyeong’s cheek and went to the door.

There was someone outside. Before Yimyeong, still naked, could cover himself with the sheet, he locked eyes with the person at the door—Han Jiwan’s secretary, who had “offered” Yimyeong to him during the interview.

Seeing him, Yimyeong’s nerves bristled. The secretary had passed him based solely on his resume photo. The fact that just a week later he was sitting naked in Han Jiwan’s bedroom facing him was deeply humiliating.

But what grated more was this:

Would he find out?

Would Han Jiwan reveal his secret to the secretary?

It wasn’t impossible, which made him even more anxious. The secretary casually offered men as sacrifices. There was no telling what depravity he shared with Han Jiwan.

His thoughts turned to the other staff in the mansion. The butler who had casually led him to the annex room on his first day and the maids who hurriedly avoided him came to mind. They must have known what would happen to him. Realizing he was the only one unaware made his head spin.

Soon, the door clicked shut. Han Jiwan turned and said.

“You won’t have any discomfort staying here.”

“…….”

“You’re actually the first one I’ve tied up.”

Han Jiwan approached, whispering as if confessing something romantic. Yimyeong turned away, repelled by his touch, and Han Jiwan chuckled.

“Your strength’s no joke, hyung. You hit me once, and my mouth was all busted up.”

“…….”

“That’s how desperate I was. I wanted you so bad. How am I supposed to find a rare gem like you again? Right?”

Han Jiwan’s hand moved to Yimyeong’s lower body, deliberately pressing the slit when he said “rare gem.”

“Argh!”

“Alright, alright. I won’t touch it.”

Han Jiwan said soothingly. Yimyeong, hunched over, trembled.

Though he hadn’t been penetrated, the sensitive, friction-worn interior was hard to endure. He’d never dared touch that fragile weak spot himself. The fear of having it violated by another was overwhelming.

Last night, Han Jiwan had repeatedly licked and fingered the slit, openly expressing his desire to penetrate it. Each attempt to enter the narrow slit caused Yimyeong to groan in pain, not pleasure, leading to failure, but…

Han Jiwan’s face showed he’d try again. That terrified Yimyeong.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Han Jiwan reluctantly withdrew his hand. But Yimyeong couldn’t relax. Han Jiwan licked his lips, eyeing the tensed space between Yimyeong’s legs.

“I’m serious. I like taking my time. I’m good at holding back, so no need to be scared already.”

The words were neither comforting nor reassuring.

“But I have a question. You’ve never used this, right?”

“…….”

“No girls or guys before coming here?”

Yimyeong said nothing. A woman was out of the question—he’d thought normal relationships were impossible with his body. But Han Jiwan seemed incapable of imagining a 24-year-old virgin. Yimyeong let him assume what he wanted.

“Huh? What’s your type? You’re pretty when you’re taken, but I bet you’re sexy when you’re turned on. I wanna see you with a girl.”

“…….”

“Tell me your type later. We’ll do a threesome. I’m into that too…”

Yimyeong felt the blood drain from his face. His long-guarded secret was no longer his alone. Han Jiwan could expose it to the world.

“No way.”

Yimyeong cut him off. Han Jiwan looked at him with a questioning “Hm?”

Realizing he’d shown too much emotion, Yimyeong chose his words carefully. Showing anxiety to a cunning man like Han Jiwan would expose his weakness. He spoke slowly.

“I don’t want… other people. I hate threesomes.”

“Oh, you’re the conservative type. Figures, you probably only had boring sex. It suits you.”

Han Jiwan nodded easily. Yimyeong wiped cold sweat from his back.

He didn’t care what sexual desires Han Jiwan fulfilled with him, but sharing with others was a hard no. A threesome… The worst possibilities kept piling up since his secret was revealed.

Hesitating, Yimyeong spoke with difficulty.

“I don’t want others to know.”

“Hm?”

Han Jiwan leaned closer. Yimyeong looked away.

Even asking for this felt unbearable, begging for mercy from the man controlling him.

“My… condition. I don’t want strangers to see it.”

“Oh.”

Yimyeong regretted speaking out of desperation. Was it right to confide in Han Jiwan, knowing he might exploit his greatest weakness?

“You’re right, I didn’t think of that.”

Han Jiwan snapped his fingers. Yimyeong looked at him darkly.

“Others would want you too. That won’t do.”

Yimyeong thought it unlikely but found Han Jiwan’s possessiveness strange. It seemed stronger than his sexual desire.

“Now that I think about it, I don’t like it either.”

Han Jiwan’s expression vanished.

“Yeah, let’s not do that.”

To Yimyeong’s surprise, Han Jiwan agreed easily. Though unsure how long it would last, Yimyeong felt a quiet relief.

His body slowly relaxed.

“Right. I’ll keep you to myself… That’s better.”

“…….”

“I don’t even display my favorite artworks in galleries. I don’t want others to see them. That’s how it is.”

Han Jiwan muttered to himself, as if convincing himself. He pulled Yimyeong into an embrace and kissed him. Yimyeong instinctively pushed back but soon dropped his hands, accepting it.

The deep, tongue-mingling kiss was revolting, making his eyelashes tremble. Han Jiwan mistook it for arousal and never knew.

After their lips parted, Yimyeong pushed him away, muttering weakly.

“I want to shower.”

“Go ahead.”

Han Jiwan stepped back easily. Yimyeong stood, dragging the chain.

Standing, he felt an unpleasant sensation between his legs. Dried fluid left a sticky residue. Semen dripped from his throbbing anus. Seeing it stain the floor, Yimyeong paled.

In the bathroom, Yimyeong turned on the water without adjusting the temperature, desperate to wash away the filth. He scrubbed with soap, biting his lip as he cleaned inside. Spreading himself slightly, semen mixed with water flowed down his legs.

Han Jiwan, tireless, had climaxed inside him repeatedly. Recalling the relentless thrusts, driven by a desire to go deeper, sent chills down Yimyeong’s spine.

It might have been his imagination, but his omega organ felt swollen. The narrow slit, usually just a fold of skin, was puffy and strange to the touch, likely from Han Jiwan’s relentless sucking.

Scrubbing roughly to erase last night’s memories, Yimyeong left the shower with a complicated expression. Bracing himself on the sink to brush his teeth, he caught his reflection in the mirror.

His face felt foreign. Though his usual dry expression remained, traces of last night’s tears and screams lingered. Dark red and blue bruises circled his neck like a band, and red marks from harsh sucking spotted his collarbone to his waist.

It still didn’t feel real. It was like a distant dream…

But it was all reality. The marks on his body denied any escape.

Yimyeong covered his eyes with his hand, sighing deeply.

He could never return to the world before his secret was exposed.