Humanity Chapter 5.2 - Humanity

“Myeong, I’m still….”

Seolyoung’s front was already erect again. It seemed he had gotten excited again right after ejaculating.

Seeing that face, Yimyeong also felt his lust being provoked. The problem was, his rear had been itching like crazy for a while now. He wanted to receive Seolyoung’s member with his behind as well.

Yimyeong licked his lips and said.

“My… front is sore and hurts now.”

“Is that so? Then….”

It was just as Seolyoung was about to pull back, showing deep disappointment. Yimyeong grabbed his wrist again.

“…There’s also the way men usually do it, you know.”

“Myeong.”

“If I weren’t an Omega, you would have done it that way, wouldn’t you?”

Seolyoung swallowed hard. Even in the darkness, it seemed like I could see his beautiful throat bobbing.

The entrance to Yimyeong’s rear was already thoroughly wet with the slick that had flowed from his front. Yimyeong naturally got on his hands and knees and lifted his hips towards Seolyoung. In the darkness, Seolyoung fumbled with his waist before aligning his penis with the back hole.

“Ugh, haah….”

The wet penis slid deep inside without much difficulty.

Yimyeong let out a sigh that was close to a sense of release, enjoying the sensation of being tightly filled. On the other hand, Seolyoung’s breathing became extremely rough. He seemed incredibly aroused by the situation of making the man he liked get on all fours and fucking him from behind.

Feeling his hard thighs slapping against his buttocks, slap, Yimyeong let out a shaky breath. It felt so good his vision was spinning.

“I’m sorry. Here, it feels too good…. I can’t hold back.”

“Nngh, it’s okay.”

“If it hurts, I’ll stop.”

Although he said that, Seolyoung couldn’t seem to stop. Unlike the front, which looked quite narrow, perhaps he thought the resilient anus wouldn’t get hurt, as he finally put his weight into the thrusts.

“Hah, heok, heok….”

Fast and strong thrusts continued, so much so that his breathing was cut short. Having anal sex on his first time, Seolyoung seemed to be losing his mind from the tightness of the rear. It appeared he hadn’t expected Yimyeong to allow him this much.

The clumsy and immoderate thrusts, characteristic of a virgin, pounded against his waist. The feeling that this was like being treated carelessly made Yimyeong feel an excitement that could melt his brain.

“Kkht, heok.”

Seolyoung reached his climax faster than expected. He felt a large amount of semen being shot, gush, deep inside his anus. With glazed eyes, Yimyeong clenched his inner walls, gripping Seolyoung’s cock as he came inside him.

The second ejaculation was incomparably longer. Now that he had some composure, he began changing positions, thrusting inside in various ways. Because Seolyoung was so persistent in drawing out his excitement, Yimyeong had several dry orgasms. By the end, if he just closed his eyes, his consciousness would sink away, to the point where Seolyoung had to shake him awake several times.

“Myeong, I’m sorry… are you tired? I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m just a little… tired.”

Yimyeong wanted Seolyoung to release his desires onto his body until he was exhausted. But it was also true that he had reached his physical limit. He was extremely fatigued.

Seolyoung came seven times. Even after ejaculating until Yimyeong’s hole was overflowing with semen, Seolyoung found it hard to endure his unabating excitement. Eventually, he confessed in a troubled tone.

“It’s because I’m an Alpha.”

Are Alphas different?

Yimyeong, puzzled, half-opened the eyes he had kept closed.

“Because I’m not… knotting.”

“Knotting.”

Yimyeong muttered. He had heard of it before. It was a method similar to animal mating, where after ejaculating, the base of the penis swells greatly to facilitate impregnation. Just hearing about it gave him a slight sense of aversion. More than anything, he hadn’t paid it any mind because he felt it was something he would never experience.

“I thought just coming inside would be enough, but it’s not.”

Sweat dripping, Seolyoung smiled bitterly. It seemed Seolyoung was suffering as well. In his voice, a variety of emotions could be read, including arousal, a slight panic, impatience, and consideration.

Looking at that face, Yimyeong blinked slowly.

“You can do it. That thing.”

“You might get hurt.”

“I don’t care. Just do it.”

Yimyeong said so and lifted his head to kiss Seolyoung’s lips. Seolyoung didn’t close his eyes while kissing. He just leaned his body, looking clearly at Yimyeong. When their eyes met with the true lust in his, excitement once again shot down his spine.

Seolyoung chose the anus. It seemed he thought the Omega’s opening was too high in pressure and too narrow to receive a knot.

Seolyoung’s still-hot cock delved deep into Yimyeong’s anus, which had been gently loosened by multiple penetrations. At the same time, his arms firmly restrained Yimyeong.

“Hut!”

He thrusted upwards with a thwack sound, and then dug in again, thwack. After a series of slow but deep thrusts, Seolyoung stopped, buried to the hilt.

“Eu, ah….”

Seolyoung watched Yimyeong’s pained face quietly without blinking. His pitch-black pupils were stained with a deep excitement. Looking at those eyes that seemed to want to swallow him alive, Yimyeong wet his lips with his tongue.

The thought that even a man who had protected his upright purity had a beast-like desire for conquest within him made his body heat up on its own.

Soon, the base of the penis that had penetrated him swelled up greatly. The inside that held his member stretched as if it would tear. No, it was actually tearing. A pain like suffering a laceration came as the soft mucous membrane was slowly pushed apart.

“Ngh, euk….”

Yimyeong, who had been suppressing his moans, finally let out a pained sound. Seolyoung slowly caressed Yimyeong’s eyes and shoulders.

“Shh… endure it.”

“…Ah, it hurts….”

“I know. I’m sorry….”

“Ah, it hurts, hic… I said it hurts….”

“I’m sorry….”

While apologizing with his mouth, Seolyoung absolutely did not pull back. He only caressed his arm gently and kissed the chin that was lifted in pain.

“Euh, aah….”

With a snap, a sound of something tearing was heard. The muscles on the inside of his legs convulsed from the excessive pain, and a cramp seized his curled toes. In that state, semen was poured out violently once again. The stream of fluid reached a deep place it had never touched before.

Seolyoung constricted Yimyeong with his entire body, as if he would not even permit him to squirm. His eyes held a glittering passion. Pressed down by his weight, meeting Seolyoung’s pitch-black eyes as he held him tight was the last thing he was conscious of.

‧₊˚

When he opened his eyes, a single ray of light was seeping into the room. Even through the small gap in the blackout curtains, the texture of the light, glowing intensely, was clearly felt. It was the crack of dawn.

The first thing the awakened Yimyeong felt was Seolyoung’s body heat, holding him tightly from behind. That heat was hotter than what Yimyeong was familiar with. It was newly strange that even after spending so much time in cold water, his skin was hot like a person with a fever.

Yimyeong was fiddling with the back of Seolyoung’s hand, where blue veins protruded.

“You’re awake?”

Hearing the voice, Yimyeong blinked. When he turned his head, Seolyoung was looking at him.

Unlike last night, as enough light came in to make out his face, a sense of reality that was suddenly overwhelming washed over him.

In an instant, Yimyeong shot up from the spot. It was because he became afraid that the traces of their lovemaking left on his body would be seen in detail. However, Seolyoung, not noticing anything, sat up with him.

“Why?”

“I’m just going to… the bathroom.”

“Ah.”

Seolyoung, without a shred of suspicion, lay back down on the bed. Yimyeong, who got up slowly, headed to the bathroom naked. As soon as he set his foot down, both his front and back were so sore that his knees almost buckled without him realizing it.

He straightened his back again, but walking as if he were fine was impossible. After limping a few steps, he looked back, and his eyes met with Seolyoung’s, who happened to be staring intently at Yimyeong’s naked back. Seolyoung, as if caught red-handed, immediately blushed and turned his gaze away.

Entering the bathroom and closing the door, Yimyeong looked at his reflection in the mirror. At the same time, he realized that he no longer needed to worry about the state of his body. It was thanks to yesterday’s lovemaking.

The red marks left all over his body were mixed with the new ones Seolyoung had left, making it difficult to distinguish who left them and when, and the same was true for the handprints on his waist and thighs.

“Haah….”

Finally relieved, Yimyeong put on a robe and limped out of the bathroom again. As he lay on the bed with a tired face, Seolyoung pulled him into an embrace.

“It feels like a dream.”

“…Me too.”

Yimyeong looked up at the ceiling and slowly blinked his eyes. The fact that Han Jiwan had broken a flowerpot on his head, and that he had desperately escaped from that house, all felt like events from a very long time ago.

He would never go back.

“What do I do now….”

Yimyeong muttered to himself without realizing it.

He had to avoid Han Jiwan for the time being. It would be best if they never met again, but Han Jiwan, having lost his reason, was capable of anything. If he found out he had been backstabbed again….

He had to sort out his living situation before he returned from Vienna.

First, let’s leave the house where mother is. And get a new place….

It was when he was pressing his tired eyes and organizing his thoughts.

“Do you want to live with me?”

Seolyoung said abruptly.

Yimyeong turned his head to meet his eyes. As their eyes met with Yimyeong’s, which were wide with a bit of surprise, Seolyoung immediately became embarrassed.

“Sorry. I should have asked you to be my boyfriend first.”

“…Ah.”

“I got too ahead of myself.”

Yimyeong couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Then, he leaned his head, sreuk, onto Seolyoung’s shoulder. Although there were still things to resolve, just being out of Han Jiwan’s sight made him feel incredibly at ease.

“I didn’t know I was such a fool. But, they say that’s how hormones are. You know about imprinting, right? It’s a phenomenon that happens when an Alpha and Omega pair up….”

“Yeah. I think I’ve heard of it.”

“The thought of losing you again makes me feel hopeless. I really don’t want to be apart from you for even a moment anymore.”

Instead of answering, Yimyeong rested his head deeper against Seolyoung’s chest.

“Hah, I don’t like this talkative version of myself.”

Seolyoung muttered out of the blue.

“Being obsessive is not good either….”

At his endless self-criticism, Yimyeong laughed silently. Seeing his shoulders tremble gently, Seolyoung bent his head and kissed his bare shoulder. The eyes that met his were sincere.

“Okay, let’s live together.”

Yimyeong said calmly.

He did not dislike this peaceful feeling.

His one-sided love had finally been fulfilled. The object of that love was saying he would stay by his side. The future where he believed he might be alone for his whole life, that meeting someone he loved would be forever impossible, had strode up close to him.

But for some reason, it still didn’t feel real.

‘It might be because I’m overly tired.’

Thinking that, Yimyeong took a deep breath. With one deep breath, his body slowly sank into the mattress.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t rested properly since escaping the mansion bleeding last night. He had hidden his injured body and even had a long session of lovemaking with a partner who had tireless stamina.

As he closed his eyes, a heavy fatigue settled over them.

“You’re tired, right? Sleep some more.”

“Yeah….”

“Is there anything you want to eat when you wake up? I’ll go out and buy it later when the stores open.”

“No.”

“I want to do it for you.”

Seolyoung’s gentle hand caressed Yimyeong’s eyebrow. Feeling that touch with his eyes closed, Yimyeong muttered in a drowsy voice.

“Just stay by my side….”

‧₊˚

Yimyeong felt a presence and slowly opened his eyes.

Bright light poured in through the wide-open curtains. It was already noon. When he turned his head toward the window, he saw the dark silhouette of Seolyoung, who was lying sideways beside him and looking at him, backlit. The light was dazzling.

“Mmm….”

Yimyeong closed his eyes slightly, then slowly pushed away the light and lifted his eyes again.

“Hello.”

The man’s low voice spoke as he grinned.

That voice seemed to sweep down his spine. With his eyes wide open, Yimyeong stared at the man lying next to him.

It was Han Jiwan.

“Did you sleep well?”

At the voice pretending to be affectionate, the blood in his entire body turned cold.

He should be on a plane to Vienna right now, so how on earth?

“Hyung. Did you fall for another guy already?”

Han Jiwan smiled slyly, curling the corners of his mouth.

He hadn’t left the country at all.

When that possibility occurred to him, his heart sank. The fact that he deliberately made the mansion as quiet as a mouse, and that he didn’t chase after him right away….

“You two were having the time of your lives yesterday, weren’t you?”

It was all for this moment.

While silently tailing him, he must have been watching who he met and where he was going, calculating the right time to crush him. To precisely corner his prey.

“I’ve met plenty of horny guys, but this is a first, I’m truly dumbfounded. To have the leisure to meet another guy while living with me, that’s amazing.”

Gradually, anger began to seep into Han Jiwan’s voice, which had been pretending to be relaxed.

“How did you manage to seduce that guy so fast? And you dragged him to bed as soon as you met? Amazing, Hyung.”

“Ugh!”

Yimyeong shot up like lightning. At the same time, he realized that his arms were tied tightly to the bed’s headboard. Immediately after, as if he had known in advance that Yimyeong would fight back, Han Jiwan pushed Yimyeong’s waist down and mounted him.

“When you act like this, do I get angry or not….”

The smile completely wiped from his face, a frigid anger settled in. Yimyeong wriggled his hands and ankles, which were bound with black electrical tape. No matter how much he struggled, it only felt like his wrist bones would break as they were cinched tight; he couldn’t escape the tape that was wound around him. The fact that he couldn’t punch that face was infuriating.

Yimyeong spat in Han Jiwan’s face.

“Ha….”

Han Jiwan, hit with saliva unexpectedly, squeezed his eyes shut. Yimyeong glared at him with icy blue eyes. He let out a deep sigh and wiped the sullied part of his face with the back of his hand as if elegantly brushing it off. Then, with calm eyes, he looked down at Yimyeong.

A heavy, sunken anger was visible in his grayish-brown eyes. It was a kind of expression he had never witnessed on Han Jiwan’s face before.

In that moment, with a WHACK! sound, his head snapped to the side. He had been hit hard enough to shake his skull. As Yimyeong let out a small cough, cough, a stream of blood flowed from one of his nostrils. His busted lip quickly filled his mouth with blood.

Yimyeong spat out the blood in his mouth, ptooey. Then, with a stoic face, he asked Han Jiwan.

“Where is Seolyoung.”

“Who knows?”

“Don’t you lay a single finger on him.”

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of WHACK! rang out again. For a moment, his vision was filled with gray noise, like a television being turned off, before color returned. This time, he didn’t have the presence of mind to spit out the blood. Even after he came to his senses, his vision continued to be dizzy.

“Hyung, I thought you were smart, but I guess not.”

“Keok….”

“At the very least, you should avoid saying things I don’t want to hear so you get hit less.”

Han Jiwan grabbed Yimyeong’s hair with one hand, and with the other, he ripped away the sheet that was half-covering his naked body.

Yimyeong’s skin was covered with the traces of lovemaking made by another person.

“Fucking hell, soaked in cum.”

Han Jiwan’s eyes, looking at that body with a deadpan expression, seemed almost bored.

Han Jiwan nonchalantly swept his hand from Yimyeong’s collarbone down to his lower abdomen. At his touch, Yimyeong flinched and struggled as if in refusal. Ignoring it, Han Jiwan moved his hand further down. When he rubbed the perineum hidden beneath the heavy scrotum, under the genitals, Yimyeong’s breathing quickened and his waist squirmed.

“You’re wet?”

Plunge, he stabbed a finger inside. The inside had become roomy. It was clearly the trace of having taken a man. When he pulled his finger out, white semen with a viscous, lumpy consistency, unlike clear slick, came out with it. Another man’s semen had pooled inside the mucous membrane, remaining without drying.

“Fucking hell….”

The place he had cherished and saved had been taken by another man. The rage rose to the top of his head, to the point that the back of his head throbbed.

Han Jiwan shoved his fingers violently into Yimyeong’s insides. As he deliberately angled his fingers to scrape out the semen, Yimyeong breathed heavily and writhed his waist.

“Eueu… haak.”

“Are you asking to be fucked again or what, why are you shaking your ass like this.”

“Get… off. Take your hand off! Nnngh….”

“Hyung, I really hate rape. But you always make me do it.”

Han Jiwan unbuckled his belt. Following the clink of the small metal pieces hitting each other, his zipper went down. Guessing what he was about to do, Yimyeong looked at Han Jiwan with a deathly pale face.

“You asked where Kwon Seolyoung went, right?”

“……!”

Han Jiwan leisurely stroked Yimyeong’s thigh and settled himself between his legs. Aiming his fully erect penis at the perineum, he frowned and licked his lips. The head ruthlessly pushed its way into the narrow opening. The pain was incomparable to the previous night, and Yimyeong bit his lip until it bled.

“Why won’t this go in… Relax your muscles.”

At that moment, a faint presence was heard from outside the hotel room. It was the sound of footsteps on the carpet, detectable only if one listened intently. Yimyeong’s eyes met Han Jiwan’s, and his pupils trembled violently.

“Ah, as for Kwon Seolyoung.”

“……”

“I don’t know either. He went out somewhere.”

“……”

“When he comes back, you can ask him then.”

Han Jiwan smiled faintly. Terrified, Yimyeong struggled again, as if to break his wrists. However, even when he tensed his entire body until he was out of breath, it was not enough to throw off Han Jiwan, who was already pressing him down.

The footsteps stopped right in front of the hotel room. In the meantime, Han Jiwan was forcefully shoving the head of his penis into the hole he hadn’t been able to conquer. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say it really felt like it was going to tear. In a state of panic, Yimyeong looked back and forth between the door and Han Jiwan.

“But does that bastard know? About you being a male prostitute.”

The sound of a key card touching the lock and the door opening was heard.

“I said relax.”

Han Jiwan muttered in annoyance, tapping the Omega’s genitals with his cock, thump, thump. He looked down with dissatisfaction at Yimyeong’s body, which was frozen stiff.

Stab, his penis pushed inside once more. Han Jiwan’s cock ruthlessly dug in, opening the Omega’s opening that was already sore from frequent friction.

“Heok….”

Yimyeong swallowed his breath and stared at the door. The opening door soon came to an abrupt stop. It had caught on the door chain that Han Jiwan had set in advance.

“Myeong?”

Seolyoung’s questioning voice came from outside. Yimyeong’s jaw trembled as he caught a glimpse of a part of Seolyoung’s body through the crack in the doorway. The fact that he could see him meant that if Seolyoung just changed his angle a little, he could see him too.

Yimyeong was frozen like a wild animal on a skewer, unable to move a muscle. He was afraid that if he made even the slightest noise, Seolyoung would look this way.

Go… please just, go.

“Are you sleeping? Open the door for me.”

Yimyeong prayed desperately for Seolyoung to give up and go down to the hotel front desk, or perhaps to close the door and, resenting him for being asleep, go somewhere else for a while.

Then, sreuk, the door closed. Before he had a moment to feel relieved, a call came to Yimyeong’s cell phone. A heavy vibration, bzzzt, rang out from the phone placed on the side table. It was from Seolyoung.

“You’re in there, right?”

Seolyoung knocked lightly on the door. Perhaps thinking that wasn’t enough to wake a sleeping Yimyeong, he used the key card again and opened the door.

Watching this series of events, Han Jiwan trembled and laughed quietly. He looked genuinely delighted.

He reached out and picked up Yimyeong’s cell phone for him.

Yimyeong’s eyes, glaring at him in silence, grew hot with indignation. If only his hands were free, he would have already strangled Han Jiwan.

“Hello.”

—…Who is this?

The voice from outside and the voice from the phone’s speaker overlapped.

Han Jiwan, enjoying Yimyeong’s icy fury, slowly pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He tossed the phone next to Yimyeong’s naked body and lit a cigarette.

“Who’s in there.”

A different color of doubt mixed into Seolyoung’s voice than before. Sneering at the voice laden with strong wariness, Han Jiwan took a deep drag of his cigarette.

“Watch carefully.”

Han Jiwan, speaking to Seolyoung, unhesitatingly pressed the lit cigarette against Yimyeong’s chest.

“Heuk…!”

The pain pierced his skin, and Yimyeong gritted his teeth, enduring the agony. He endured it until cold sweat dripped down his back, but the second time was impossible. When Han Jiwan’s fingers crushed the injured skin, Yimyeong let out an involuntary groan of pain.

“Yimyeong!”

Seolyoung pulled the door chain to its limit and pounded on the door, bang, bang, bang. The moment he met Seolyoung’s face through the crack in the door, Yimyeong simply turned his head away. At that moment, a thud impact shot through his lower body. It was a thrust so violent it sounded like the slap of flesh being assaulted. Fucking tight like a bitch. Han Jiwan muttered with slurred pronunciation.

“You son of a bitch, who are you!”

A menacing tone crept into Seolyoung’s voice as he realized someone was violating Yimyeong.

“Open the door! I said open up!”

The love of his life was being violated by someone else right before his eyes. Seolyoung’s entire body instantly grew hot with rage. His vision went red, and he couldn’t see anything. He pulled on the door until the chain creaked, creak, and pounded on it as if to break it down, bang, bang, bang.

“Hut. Ueuk, keuk….”

“Heok, heok….”

Han Jiwan, as if to show off, gritted his teeth and pounded into Yimyeong, slam, slam, making his upper body shake. It was an attitude that said he didn’t care if the inside was ruined. He pulled out the wet penis that had been fucking his front, slurp, and this time violated his anus.

The inside of Yimyeong’s spread thighs quickly turned bright red, as if they had been assaulted. The anus, hot and red from the friction, was dry and tight inside. Despite that, Yimyeong’s rear expertly gripped the man’s member tightly.

“Who’s in there? You son of a bitch… that’s rape. I’m calling the police.”

The door, which Seolyoung had slammed into fearsomely, was now slightly warped and tilted. But realizing he couldn’t open it with force, he picked up his phone again.

Han Jiwan muttered mockingly.

“Report me? Go ahead.”

Han Jiwan deliberately slapped Yimyeong’s butt, making a loud smack! sound. Yimyeong’s body flinched.

“You won’t be the only one getting arrested.”

“…What?”

“We’re accomplices. I’m just receiving my rightful payment. Didn’t you know? This bastard is a male prostitute I bought.”

Han Jiwan lifted one of Yimyeong’s legs high over his shoulder and leisurely changed positions as he thrusted. As the angle changed, Yimyeong’s thighs trembled, shudder, shudder, as he was hit in a spot he liked.

Soon, he’d have an expression like he hated it so much he would bite his tongue and die, but if Han Jiwan ignored that and thrust deeper, Yimyeong would break down, letting out a sob-like moan. They had matched their bodies countless times already. Han Jiwan knew very well how to make Yimyeong melt.

“Heuk, hut… haah….”

“Worn-out bastard. As always, you get so turned on when I thrust that you leak everywhere.”

The words were meant to provoke the man outside. Han Jiwan roughly grabbed and spread Yimyeong’s buttocks, thrusting wildly.

Seolyoung muttered in a hoarse voice.

“…I don’t believe you.”

“Believe it or not, it’s the truth.”

“Who would believe a rapist.”

“If you don’t believe me, report me. Then you’ll be the one Yimyeong resents. Having to offer his body, not getting paid, and even serving a prison sentence, how unfair would that be… right, Hyung?”

“Myeong was… a virgin.”

“Keu, keuk… hahahaha!”

At that part, Han Jiwan burst into genuine, loud laughter.

“Hyung. Did you hear that? He thought you were a virgin. Just how much did you pretend to be innocent?”

“…Keuk, heueuk….”

“You thought he was a virgin? I bet you had boring sex. Hey. This hole can’t be satisfied with gentle fucking. There’s no need to thrust politely. Like this….”

“Keok…!”

He pulled out at a fast speed until the very end, then plunged back in, plunge, before the hole could even close, and Yimyeong’s expression crumbled. Han Jiwan deliberately and persistently tormented the angle Yimyeong liked best. In the end, having felt too much, clear saliva dripped from Yimyeong’s parted lips.

Then, Seolyoung muttered in a low, beast-like voice.

“Myeong, tell me it’s not true.”

“…Hut, euk….”

“Tell me that bastard is lying.”

“Such great devotion.”

“Please….”

Han Jiwan sneered and slammed into Yimyeong’s insides, thwack. So hard it would bruise the inner wall where the tip hit. The inside would be numb, and he wouldn’t be able to think straight. But this was exactly how Yimyeong liked it. Indeed, Yimyeong’s erect penis, despite not being touched even once, was twitching and dripping pre-cum, throb.

“Did you come? I didn’t even touch you.”

“…Haah, haah….”

After being forcibly brought to climax, Yimyeong felt a deep sense of shame.

Seolyoung no longer pounded on the door. Yimyeong moved his pupils listlessly and looked outside the door. He saw Seolyoung’s figure with his head bowed.

“If your devotion is still intact after seeing this, hngh, then I’ll have to say that’s amazing in its own right.”

Saying that, Han Jiwan sloppily came inside Yimyeong. He deliberately ejaculated into the Omega’s opening. After making him close his legs so it wouldn’t spill, before he was completely finished coming, he sat up and forced his member into Yimyeong’s mouth. He stroked his neck to make him tilt his head back, thrust deep into his open mouth, and shot the rest of his semen into his throat.

Yimyeong’s slightly wet eyelids trembled, flutter, flutter, as he glared at Han Jiwan.

“You, have you ever gotten a blowjob? This hyung is good, right? I taught him everything.”

Han Jiwan held Yimyeong’s nose and didn’t let go until he had swallowed all the semen down his throat, gulp.

“You son of a bitch….”

After finally spitting out Han Jiwan’s penis, Yimyeong muttered in a seething voice. Regardless, Han Jiwan showed no sign of being affected in the slightest.

“Yeah, this is how it should be. You look like a living person now.”

Yimyeong swallowed down the hot thing that rose up to his throat, gasp.

“…My heart, I didn’t give it to you.”

Then he forced the words out. He hoped Seolyoung would hear, but he didn’t know if they would reach him. Han Jiwan’s face as he looked down at Yimyeong was expressionless.

“I was being blackmailed, I was forced, I was trapped. I was trying to escape.”

“Hyung.”

Han Jiwan cut him off.

“You were trying to escape? If you hated it that much, you should have beaten me, or killed me. You had plenty of chances.”

“……”

“What’s the reason you didn’t leave. You’re just another bastard crazy for money.”

Yimyeong bit his lip. This conversation was as good as affirming that there had been some kind of deal between them all along.

He had firmly believed that getting entangled with Han Jiwan would have no effect on his life. He thought that since there would be no lasting trauma, he could just treat it as if it never happened. He had intended to think of it as being bitten by a mad dog for a while and completely erase this period from his life.

However, from the moment he decided to trade his body for money, some aspect of himself had been permanently damaged. The current Yimyeong was no longer the person from his high school days that Kwon Seolyoung remembered.

Why hadn’t he realized that after accepting Han Jiwan’s proposal, his life had been slowly plummeting to the bottom?

His body hadn’t been worn down, but his own morality had already been eroded.

Yimyeong’s eyes grew hot.

“Still, the person I’ve loved… my whole life… was only you.”

“Hoo….”

Han Jiwan swept his hair back, as if he couldn’t listen anymore.

“What a shame. There’s no one to hear this tear-jerking confession.”

“……”

“Kwon Seolyoung, he’s gone.”

Yimyeong’s eyes shook with a jolt. He slowly looked outside with eyes of disbelief.

There was truly no one outside. Not even a small presence could be felt. The sound of footsteps leaving on the carpet had long since faded.

Yimyeong felt like he was going to go insane. More than anything, from the fact that Seolyoung was hurt and disappointed in him.

When he imagined that face, which had been flushed with excitement while they made love last night, turning dark with despair, his heart ached as if it were being squeezed. He hated himself to death for deceiving that pure heart.

Seolyoung had left.

His throat tightened, and his eyes grew hot. Yimyeong’s eyes shimmered as he swallowed the hot sensation in his throat several times.

A tear rolled down his cheek, drip.

“Hyung, are you crying?”

Han Jiwan looked at Yimyeong’s tears as if they were a curiosity.

He had never once seen Yimyeong cry. Not to violence, nor to sex that was close to violence, had Yimyeong cried. When his body was pushed to its limits, his eyes would get physiologically wet, but he never once cried while showing emotion.

Even when he was intentionally trampled on, he never made such a miserable face….

Han Jiwan fumbled for Yimyeong’s eyes with his hand. The fingertips that touched the tear trembled slightly.

“There’s no need to cry over a guy like that.”

“……”

“There are more guys than you think who get disappointed when you’re not a virgin…. Their level is just that low.”

“……”

“Love, you see. Doing it by instinct is a level below. Not being swayed by such things is true love.”

“What are you trying to say.”

Yimyeong murmured in a gloomy voice. His eyes were wet, but the light in them was frighteningly cold. Han Jiwan’s hand paused without him realizing it.

“Alpha, Omega, all that stuff, it’s all a trick of the hormones. Not being swept away by that is true love.”

“Love?”

Yimyeong muttered cynically.

“Are you saying what you did was love?”

Han Jiwan didn’t answer. He himself felt unfamiliar with the identity of the emotion hidden deep in his heart, which he had blurted out without realizing. Was this just sophistry spewed to control the man before him, or was it….

In the meantime, Yimyeong’s shoulders trembled quietly. He was laughing silently, maniacally.

Han Jiwan looked strangely at Yimyeong, who had suddenly started laughing while crying. His diverse emotions, which were not usually seen, felt incredibly rare.

It was then.

CRASH!

At the same time as the glass lamp on the side table shattered, Han Jiwan was pushed away by Yimyeong, who grabbed him by the collar. At some point, the tape binding one of Yimyeong’s wrists had snapped. Han Jiwan saw Yimyeong’s wrist, bruised a deep blue in the shape of the cord from pulling the tape by force, and his hand, which was gripping the broken glass shards above it.

Bright red blood dripped from the shards, drip, drip, drip, dotting Han Jiwan’s white cheek.

The tip of the glass shard was aimed precisely at Han Jiwan’s carotid artery.

At the sensation of it pressing firmly against his skin, Han Jiwan stopped breathing.

“Jiwan.”

At his name being called for the first time by him, a small spasm ran through Han Jiwan’s entire body.

“If you want to keep me by your side, you’ll have to kill me and taxidermy me.”

Han Jiwan stared intently at Yimyeong’s face without even blinking. Yimyeong’s face, which was barely holding onto its rationality and suppressing an explosive rage, was so beautiful that he couldn’t possibly look away.

“Or else I will end up killing you.”

Sharpened anger and hatred all converged on one point, aiming at Han Jiwan. Han Jiwan’s whole body, receiving Yimyeong’s intense gaze, was filled with ecstasy.

Was the joy of taking one’s first breath at birth like this? It was an adrenaline rush he had never experienced before.

He does not love me.

Instead, he just vehemently hates me.

After a long moment, Yimyeong struggled, with great difficulty, to pull back the glass shard in his hand. It was an act that seemed to barely suppress his murderous intent.

He threw the glass shard onto Han Jiwan’s chest. Then, without paying any mind to his blood-soaked hand, he carelessly picked up his clothes and put them on. In the meantime, Han Jiwan, who had slowly raised his body, realized that he had ejaculated yet again.

“Why not kill me now?”

Han Jiwan asked towards Yimyeong’s back as he was about to leave the room. The pleasure Yimyeong had just bestowed upon him was that great. To the point where he would have no regrets even if he died in that moment.

Before leaving, Yimyeong said coldly.

“Because unlike someone, I am not an animal.”

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Humans are either more than animals, or less than animals.

He stood at that crossroads.

I am human. I do not act on instinct alone.

Yimyeong repeated that to himself countless times as he stepped out of the room. When he saw the breakfast Seolyoung had dropped and left outside the door, his heart ached so much he couldn’t breathe.

Forcibly ignoring that pain, Yimyeong got on the hotel elevator. Until the very moment the doors closed, Yimyeong imagined the scene of running back out, ending Han Jiwan’s life, and returning.

The unspeakable insults he had inflicted upon him were certainly worthy of being repaid with death. It might be better for him to take care of that good-for-nothing scumbag before he ruined another person’s life.

But Yimyeong thought about the consequences. His mother, left alone with debt, and Seolyoung, who would witness him become a murderer. If, of the two people who once whispered love to each other, one became an Olympic athlete and the other a criminal decorating the news….

Yimyeong looked back on his life. He wasn’t such a terrible person as to create that much of a gap. He could choose whether to let the rest of his life fall further to the bottom, or to live like a human being.

Besides, hadn’t he already learned a harsh lesson about what kind of results an immoral choice leads to?

Abandoning the chance to save his father remained a lifelong source of guilt for Yimyeong. The price of selling his body to Han Jiwan, which resulted in hurting his first love, would also likely be something he regretted for the rest of his life.

The elevator was still stopped with the doors closed.

Yimyeong raised his hand, on which the blood had dried, and firmly pressed the button for the 1st floor.

“Haah….”

Let’s just consider him dead once.

In truth, in his heart, it was no different from having killed Han Jiwan. In the moment he had aimed for his neck, he had possessed the heart of nothing less than a murderer. The clear murderous intent that had pierced through him in that instant was still vivid, and also chilling.

Yimyeong left the hotel feeling utterly devastated.

The noon sunlight beat down on Yimyeong. The cars filling the lanes received the signal and drove on indifferently. People too passed by, busy and looking only ahead.

With his blood-stained hand hidden in his pocket, Yimyeong walked with a limp. Every time he walked, his lower parts, which had been ravaged by two men, ached all over, both front and back.

He was alone again.

Yimyeong tried his best to pull himself together. That nothing had changed.

He just had to think of it as turning back the clock, as if winding a watch, to before he got entangled with Han Jiwan. Once his body healed completely, everything would be alright. Then the wounds of the last three months would leave no trace, and from then on, he intended to treat that time as if it had never existed in his life.

The first love that seemed within his grasp for a moment….

Wasn’t that a feeling he had already put aside, thinking it would never come to fruition anyway? It was laughable to feel regret just because he almost had it.

Even when he had put love aside, he had managed to live somehow. He could just go on living somehow in the future as well.

So if I just treat these three months as if they never happened in my life.

Yimyeong stopped for a moment. He raised his hand that wasn’t stained with blood and covered his eyes.

The inside of his body, hidden by a plausible suit, was filled with the traces of rape. The moment he thought his heart had connected with the person he loved, he was thrown back down to the very bottom. At this moment, Yimyeong’s inner self was utterly wretched.

No matter how much he pretended to be okay, there was no way he could be.

“Yimyeong.”

Then, a voice familiar to Yimyeong’s ears was heard.

When he lifted his eyes with an incredulous feeling, Kwon Seolyoung was standing there.

Seolyoung’s cool, pale cheek, as he stood tall, shone under the noon sun.

With the cars driving on indifferently and the people passing by looking only ahead. He stood there, with the unchanging scenery behind him.

Unlike his pale cheeks, the corners of his eyes were extremely red. It was the trace left after a fierce storm of anger, resentment, and yearning had swept through.

Yimyeong looked into those eyes to see what other emotions remained.

Did he wait for me to blame me?

He might demand the truth, asking why I deceived him.

However, Seolyoung, who approached with resolute steps without a word, pulled Yimyeong into a sudden, tight embrace without any warning.

His chin rested on Yimyeong’s shoulder, causing his head to tilt back slightly. He felt as if his ribcage was being crushed by the strong force of Seolyoung’s arms wrapped tightly around his back and waist. Seolyoung’s hands, which gripped his shoulder blades several times, were trembling terribly.

As if he could finally breathe only after holding Yimyeong, Seolyoung’s long breath, too, was shaky, as if it would break.

The beat of Seolyoung’s heart, felt through their pressed chests, resounded throughout his entire body.

Yimyeong slowly, very slowly, raised his blood-free left hand and embraced Seolyoung back.

With just an embrace, without a single word, he could tell that he hadn’t come to blame him.

At his pure heart, Yimyeong felt like he was going to cry.

“Seolyoung. I’m not the person you think I am.”

A choked voice, as if his throat were completely blocked, flowed out. Yimyeong’s voice, so exhausted, was incredibly dry.

“I sold my body for money.”

“……”

“I get excited just thinking about spreading my legs for a man….”

“……”

“I almost killed someone, too.”

Seolyoung hugged Yimyeong’s waist even tighter. He couldn’t tell if the strength in those trembling, powerful arms was due to anger, or to confusion.

“So if you’re going to blame me, do it now. Tell me you’re disappointed.”

“……”

“Point your finger at me and say you didn’t know I was that kind of person.”

Yimyeong slowly caressed Seolyoung’s back.

“If I hear it later, I might just go crazy.”

That was his true feeling.

If he tasted the sweetness of love he had never experienced before, and then lost it again, he might truly lose the will to live.

Because if he were to disappoint not just anyone, but a man as good as this, he must truly be an irredeemable human being.

“Myeong.”

Seolyoung said in a low voice. The end of his voice still trembled slightly.

“I’m not a guy who loves a fantasy.”

“……”

“I told you I would love you no matter what you were like.”

Those words echoed deeply in Yimyeong’s heart.

“So this time, you say it. That you need me.”

“……”

“Be selfish. Tell me that you need me.”

He was telling him that it was okay to dare to harbor the selfishness called love. If even this body, stained with sin, was needed by someone, Yimyeong wanted to willingly throw himself to him.

“I need you.”

It was a short, shame-filled answer.

As if that alone was enough, Seolyoung hugged him tightly again.

Yimyeong closed his exhausted eyes. The shameful body that he could not expose under the sunlight finally felt as if it were being cleansed under the noon sun.