The Bad Life – Chapter 2.2 – Chapter 2: While You Were Sleeping

Author: nicotine

I continued to observe. There were no unusual signs. It was the same cheerful and talkative <Hugh> as usual. Although a hint of anxiety occasionally mixed into his tone, it was too ambiguous to call him out on it. <Hugh> had been continuously worried about the exam. In the end, before I could find anything suspicious, <Hugh> finished rolling all the cigarettes. He placed the cigarettes in a flat tin can. The copper-colored tin, engraved with acacia flowers, looked quite stylish. Noticing my gaze, <Hugh> showed me the can.

<Isn’t it pretty?>

<Hugh> said in a slightly boastful voice. I nodded.

<It’s something I treasure.>

He said with a smile and looked at his watch. It was past eight o’clock. <Hugh> whined that he had to study now. No sooner had he dragged his feet back to his room than <Simon>, having finished his jog, appeared. He had returned much later than usual.

He seemed to have stopped by the library, as he had a few books in his hand. I was about to finally start reading and picked up a book, but then I froze.

Why did <Simon> go to the library this early in the morning? Moreover, he was much later than his usual return time. Suddenly, the back of my head felt cold.

Could it be that he found the bundle of photographs I had hidden?

As soon as that thought occurred to me, I shot up from my seat. I leaped down the dormitory stairs, taking three or four steps at a time. I ran out of the dormitory entrance, grabbed the first bicycle I could get my hands on, not knowing whose it was, and pedaled furiously. Unlike the dormitory, the school was open 24 hours a day. What if <Simon> had not gone for a jog, but to find the photographs?

As soon as I entered the library, I hurriedly rushed through the aisles between the bookshelves. The moment I reached the shelf where <On the Wildflowers of the Southern Region> was placed, I flattened myself on the floor and checked the gap.

The photographs were still there.

Suddenly, all the strength drained from my body, and I collapsed weakly onto the floor. I took out the bundle of photographs hidden under the bookshelf. Just as I had when I first brought them, I hid the bundle of photographs in each of my sock cuffs and then got up.

Only then did a question arise. Was <Simon> simply returning from the library, or had he brought the books in with him as a clear threat to me? I could not tell. In any case, it was dangerous to hide the photographs here. I had to find another way. When I went out to Gorun today, I could look for a storage unit to rent, or if I created a post office box and hid them there, it would be safe.

In any case, I had not lost the photographs. This was the only proof of violence I had. Feeling much more relieved, I left the library.

When I leisurely rode my bike back to the dormitory, a crowd of students had gathered in front of the terrace. Among them, some were still in their pajamas with bedhead, rubbing their sleepy eyes. Something seemed to have happened. I got off my bike and approached the group. I spotted a boy from my French class and spoke to him. I think his name was Jack.

<What’s going on?>

The boy, Jack or whatever his name was, turned to look at me.

<Oh, it’s you. Someone must have pulled a prank.>

The boy pointed me toward the area beyond the dormitory. There was a parking lot between the dormitory and the school’s annex building, and a lot of people were gathered there. I had a bad feeling. The boy continued.

Was it a coincidence?

No way.

<When?>

<Well, a few teachers went out to Gorun after class yesterday, so it must have happened in the early morning, right? I just heard the news, so I don’t know the details.>

<That’s nasty. Then all the outings today will be canceled.>

<Probably. Not many kids were going out anyway since it’s exam period. Were you supposed to go out too?>

<…No. It’s exam period.>

After a brief exchange, I went up to the dormitory. Before I felt angry, I was dumbfounded. Puncturing all the tires just to stop me from going out? Crazy bastards.

Seeing them take the situation this far, it seemed <Jerome> and <Simon> had an elaborately prepared party in store. What on earth could it be? I had never properly seen through their plans so far. I had only been helplessly victimized. They had no pattern, and not even a purpose. I could not think of a proper way to deal with <Jerome> and <Simon>. Just as they threw bait at me, I had no bait to throw at them. For now, I was just getting drawn into their game. I had to think of a way somehow. Somehow….

Just as I was about to step onto the fourth floor, I stopped dead in my tracks. I leaned against the staircase and listened intently. From the right hallway, I could hear the sound of <Jerome> and <Simon> talking.

I heard <Jerome> say. I held my breath and stood still. <Jerome> asked.

<No. He seemed to want to hide it, so I pretended not to know.>

<Simon> answered calmly. <Jerome> asked.

<Simon> seemed to have answered with a gesture. For <Jerome> continued to speak.

At that moment, a door burst open from the left hallway. <George> appeared in the hallway. I had no time to hide. My eyes met <George>’s. I quickly pressed my index finger to my lips.

<George>, taking the hint, lowered his voice and said.

<George>’s gaze was on the two people in the right hallway. I almost sighed in relief.

<Simon> answered.

<Jerome> said.

<Hello, <George>. Good morning.>

<George> glanced at <Jerome> sullenly and turned away without answering. In that gap, I quickly went down the stairs. Thanks to the carpet on the stone stairs, I was able to sufficiently muffle my footsteps. I went down about half a flight and then came back up. This time, I went all the way up. <Simon> and <Jerome> were about to say something but noticed me. <Jerome> smiled brightly. In return, I gave him a cold look.

<Jerome> said affectionately.

Crazy bastard. I went into the room without even answering. <George> was waiting.

<George> said. <<Jerome> and <Simon> never make mistakes.>

I asked, staring intently into his pale eyes.

<George>’s expression did not change one bit. He asked sarcastically.

<Didn’t you say that someone who doesn’t fight you is not your enemy?>

At those words, for a moment, I was at a loss for a reply. <George> continued calmly.

I had nothing to say. <George> left me standing there silently, picked up his laptop, and got up. As he was leaving the room, I asked him.

<I’m supposed to fix the school’s computer system. Someone apparently hacked the CCTV in the parking lot yesterday.>

<George>, who was opening the door, suddenly looked back at me.

I stood there blankly even after he left the room. Could <George>’s words be true? If so, did <Jerome> and <Simon> have that conversation knowing that I was listening? I could well guess what the conversation was about. The only thing I wanted to hide from those two right now was the bundle of photographs.

If what <George> said was true, it meant they did not care if I heard that much of the conversation. I could not understand why they were so confident. I really knew nothing about them at all.

It was also difficult to understand what <George> was trying to say. The statement <If you make even one person an enemy, everyone will turn into your enemy> no longer seemed to be about being a bystander or ignorance. Trapped in <Jerome> and <Simon>’s snare, was I becoming unable to trust anyone by myself? Would I become unable to distinguish between people I could ask for help and people I should not?

…It did not matter. I had planned not to trust anyone anyway. I just wanted to understand <George>’s words.

Since my weekend plans were completely ruined, I briefly considered following <George> out, but I decided against it. It seemed <Jerome> and <Simon> had put a lot of effort into this, so I should at least see what they were going to do. When I could not figure out their pattern, I had no choice but to be swept up in the storm until the pattern became readable. Sometimes, there were things you could only know by experiencing them firsthand. I had no fear. I chose anger.

I spent the morning on the terrace. I sat around with the other students, drinking tea and eating biscuits, and we talked about the incident that happened today. I was more of a listener than a participant in the conversation.

Not many facts were known. Because the CCTV was broken last night, the culprit’s face could not be identified, and since all the spare tires were also punctured, no one could go into town over the weekend. In the case of the staff, some were picked up by family living in town, but even if you hitched a ride in that car, there was no way to return on Sunday, so in effect, none of the students could go out. I also heard news that the school had placed a bulk order for tires and that they would arrive around Wednesday.

The boys spread their papers out on the terrace and studied under the pleasant summer sun. When they got bored, they blossomed into conversation, speculating about the tire-slasher. The more we talked, the more I was purely impressed by <Jerome> and <Simon>’s excellent handiwork. And I was also surprised by the obsession they showed.

Thinking about what a wonderful day awaited today made anger and hatred boil up inside me. Of course, I had no intention of being dragged along meekly. I had a pocketknife tucked inside my belt and had even practiced a few times so that I could pull it out and brandish it at any time.

For a change, I had lunch with my classmates instead of my roommates. A little while later, when <Jerome> came out to go horseback riding, I went up to the dormitory. <Hugh>, who had returned from lunch, was lying sprawled on the living room floor, memorizing Spanish vocabulary, and gave me a weak glance. <Simon> was sitting with his legs stretched out on the sofa, lightly asleep. Golden sunlight was pouring onto his face.

It was a peaceful silence, but to me, that peace felt like the tense atmosphere before a storm. I took a seat on the sofa directly facing <Hugh> and began to read.

Ding.

The clock chimed, announcing four in the afternoon. For the first time since <Simon> had kicked him out, <Jerome> entered our room. There was no knock, just the sound of a key turning, and then <Jerome> appeared. The key was undoubtedly given to him by <Simon>.

<Jerome> greeted me, but I ignored him. At the sound of <Jerome> entering, <Simon> also woke up from his sleep. He sat up straight, his face still sullen with a hint of drowsiness, and took out a chessboard.

<Jerome> said a few more words to me—trash talk like asking if I had eaten, or what I was going to do since my weekend plans were ruined—but I did not answer any of it. <Hugh>, glancing between us, answered on my behalf. <Simon> never once participated in the conversation. He just played chess with Jerome. When the bell chimed five o’clock, ding, <Hugh> was startled.

<Damn it, <Jerome>! I just wasted an hour chatting with you!>

<Hugh> exclaimed unfairly.

<Jerome> said teasingly.

<Hugh> grumbled as he got up. He leisurely packed his writing utensils and books into his bag. Just as <Hugh> said his goodbyes and left, the dormitory became quiet.

Neither <Jerome>, <Simon>, nor I said anything. We did not move the chess pieces, nor did we turn the pages of our books. With the book on my crossed knee, I stared blankly at the two boys. <Jerome> and <Simon> were also staring intently at me.

My palms were sweating. It was a silence so dense it was suffocating. <Jerome> was not smiling as he usually did. Several minutes passed with no one opening their mouths, just staring intently into each other’s faces.

The next moment, I threw the book and quickly jumped over the back of the sofa to escape. From behind me, a hand like a rake grabbed my shirt. I twisted my elbow to strike the hand and fell with a thud over the back of the sofa.

They clung to me like demons. <Jerome> burst out in a crazed laugh and rushed at me, while <Simon>, his expression unchanged in the midst of the chaos, reached out with his rake-like hands. <Jerome> leaped over the back of the sofa and lunged at me, but I rolled away to dodge him. Then <Simon> grabbed my ankle. With my other, free foot, I kicked <Simon> in the face. Only then was I released from his grasp. As soon as I quickly crawled and got to my feet, <Jerome> threw a thick book that was on the table.

The corner of the book hit my back, and it hurt like hell. In that opening, Jerome rushed in, grabbed my waist, and threw me to the floor. I avoided his attempt to pin both my arms by kneeing him in the abdomen. <Jerome> was hit squarely but clung on tenaciously. As soon as I broke free by scratching his neck and arms wildly with my fingernails, my arm was caught by <Simon>. He gripped it so fiercely it felt like my arm was going to be pulled off. At that moment, I took out the pocketknife I had hidden in my belt.

There was no time to unfold the blade. Gripping the pocketknife tightly, I slammed it down on the back of his hand. <Simon> let out a low groan and staggered back. As soon as I was free from him, I pulled out the blade.

<You, haah, huk, you crazy bastards, huk…>

Gasping for breath, I took a few steps back. I was so out of breath it felt like I could not breathe anymore. My whole body trembled with agitation, as if my brain would explode.

<Jerome> burst out laughing. His green eyes, gleaming with madness, made him look like a truly insane person.

<Raymond! Hoo, hoo, hoo hoo, what do you plan to do with that cute little knife?>

He was right. It was a cute knife. The blade was less than 10 centimeters long.

<This, is what I plan to do.>

I turned the blade toward myself and brought it to my Adam’s apple. It must have been an unexpected response, as both <Jerome>’s and <Simon>’s eyes widened. Seeing them flustered was satisfying, but this would not lead to any conclusion. First, I staggered backward. When my back hit the wall, I laid the blade flat and placed it under my chin. Both <Jerome> and <Simon> could only stare at me, unable to say a word.

I knew that stabbing them with this knife would not be of much use. On the contrary, they would be pleased. It would have given them one more reason to punish me. But what if the object of their punishment disappeared?

We were all in a standoff, panting heavily. <Simon>, his eyes wavering greatly, took a step forward. I immediately turned the blade on its edge and made a thin cut on my skin. Of course, it hurt, but seeing <Simon>’s horrified face was more than enough compensation for the pain. <Simon> immediately took a step back. Of course, he would not want to see his precious doll die and fall to the ground!

However, unlike <Simon>, <Jerome> quickly returned to his smiling face. He watched as if observing, with his snake-like eyes. They were both the same kind of lunatics.

<Raymond. Are you going to kill yourself?>

<Jerome> asked gently. He would never fall for taunts. Instead of taunting, I answered honestly.

<Simon> said in a rarely agitated tone.

I retorted calmly, but my legs were trembling. I was so agitated my vision was starting to shake. To my words, <Jerome> replied.

<I’m going to rape you.>

<Jerome>’s face as he answered was so heart-wrenchingly gentle that one could have believed what he had just said was <Let’s go eat together> or <It looks like it’s going to rain>.

I asked coldly.

The laugh <Jerome> let out at that moment is something I will never forget for the rest of my life. He looked like a man in a state of bliss he would never experience again in his life. <Jerome>’s face contorted as if unable to bear the happiness of this moment, and his body trembled with uncontrollable pleasure. At that moment, I became scared of <Jerome>. He was a madman of a kind I had never encountered before. No, he seemed like a madman that no one in the world had ever encountered.

Next to him, <Simon>, who was staring intently at me with a blank face as if he could hear nothing, was also terrifying. <Simon> stared at me, barely blinking. All his senses seemed to be focused on the blade. They were all psychopaths….

But the fear was momentary. An intense hatred and disgust for them surged up, and my vision seemed to shake.

With my back pressed tightly against the wall, I slowly moved sideways. <Jerome> and <Simon> stood rooted to the spot, just watching me. I could feel a thin trickle of blood from my neck touch my finger. Standing in front of the door, I spat at them.

Without waiting for a reply, I opened the door. I backed away, staring straight at the bastards. At that moment, my retreating back hit something with a thud. I jumped in fright and looked behind me.

<Hugh> was standing there with a surprised look on his face. In that moment before I could even react, the back of my head was suddenly grabbed, and my neck was bent back as if it would break.

The next moment, my wrist was twisted so hard a scream almost escaped. The pocketknife fell. With the back of my head pulled, I was pushed back into the room. The door closed.

<Hugh> said in a sighing voice. As I thought! This son of a bitch was an accomplice too! I did not even have time to explode in anger. I was mercilessly kicked in the back of my knees and sent sprawling to the floor. <Hugh> mounted my waist.

As <Hugh> spoke, <Jerome> and <Simon> approached.

<Jerome> held both my arms above my head and pressed them down. <Simon> sat right on my shins and held my ankles firmly with both his hands. I wanted to say something, but my mouth just moved wordlessly as if my voice had disappeared. <Hugh> raised his palm. I stared blankly at his raised hand. The next moment, <Hugh> slapped my cheek with all his might.

<Ill-mannered.>

My head snapped to the side. The inside of my mouth was all busted, and blood trickled down my throat. <Hugh> turned my head back to face him and stared intently at me. His hand went up again.

<Bastards.>

Another slap flew at me. I was disoriented. It felt like my brain was rattling. My cheek was hot and burning as if it were on fire. The palm went up again….

One more time. My head turned. <Hugh> put my head back in place again. My lip was split. From above my head, I heard <Jerome> click his tongue. The hand went up again.

I was hit for the fourth time by his rough palm. It felt like my eyeballs would pop out from the pressure. My vision blurred from the shock. My vision flashed from black to white. Tears streamed down without my realizing it, and I could not see <Hugh>’s face clearly. All the strength had completely drained from my body.

Hugh commanded.

I felt my hands and feet become free, but I was still unable to move. My body felt as heavy as a wet cotton doll. I did not have the strength to lift a single finger. <Hugh>, who had gotten up from my waist, grabbed my shoulders firmly and turned me over. I twitched to resist, but in truth, it was hard to even breathe properly. It was difficult to grasp what was happening. Lying face down, it felt as if I had been abandoned for an endlessly long, long time…. But in reality, it was a very brief moment.

After turning me over, <Hugh> almost immediately pulled down my pants. He pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, spread my buttocks, and spat between them. I felt as if all those actions were different from me… that they did not reach me… as if they were not my business. It was as if all my senses had drifted away. My head was still spinning, and my blurred vision flickered like a lantern in the wind. Two lukewarm fingers pushed into the hole at once.

<No… no….>

My voice, which I thought had disappeared forever, came out faintly.

Unknowingly, without even being aware of it myself, the first word that came out was refusal. But that voice was pitifully trembling. It was strange. It was really strange. None of it felt real. It was as if the real me was watching all of this from a faraway place. It felt completely unrelated to me, so I showed no reaction. That is what I thought.

Half-consciously, I flailed my hand and fumbled for the carpet. I twitched my body to escape somehow, but it was nothing more than the fluttering of a butterfly pinned by tweezers. In the meantime, the number of fingers that had entered my body increased to three. The fingers wreaked havoc inside, prying open the entrance, and then were suddenly pulled out. Strangely, there was no pain….

<Raymond, are you conscious?>

<Jerome>’s face suddenly appeared in my field of vision. I blinked blankly and looked at him. <Jerome> clicked his tongue.

He said, looking at <Hugh>.

<What? He’s losing it just from a little scolding? He was perfectly fine when he was being hit with a whip.>

I heard <Hugh>’s grumbling voice. No sooner had he finished speaking than something warm and blunt touched my buttocks. Suddenly, I could not breathe. It felt as if strength was suddenly returning to my body.

<Noooooo!>

I struggled and thrashed with all my might. I wanted to escape that moment even if I had to throw a fit. I had to. I could not bear it.

<No, Raymond. You have to stay still.>

<Jerome> said gently, pressing down hard on my shoulder blades to pin me to the floor.

<It> began to enter. I could feel the hole stretching vividly. The sensation of <it> entering, of it inserting deep inside and filling me up from below, rose more intensely than any feeling I had ever experienced in my life. <It> entered all the way. Pubic hair touched my buttocks. I stared wide-eyed with my mouth open.

<Hugh> is raping me.

My mind went blank. It felt like the penis pierced through my body like a knife. But it did not hurt. There was surprisingly no pain. The penis, which had pushed in all the way, slowly pulled out before abruptly thrusting in roughly. My body was pushed forward, and my breath stopped.

The sensation of the penis moving in and out of the hole, stretching it, and the slapping of flesh against my buttocks was vividly chilling. For the first time in my life—to be precise, it was not the first time, but anyway, for the first time in my life, the feeling of a penis entering my body was… terrifying. But shame overwhelmed the fear.

The penis invading my insides moved as if it were familiar. For a moment, only the sound of <Hugh>’s breathing could be heard, but soon they started talking amongst themselves.

<Simon> asked.

<Hugh> answered, lying on top of me. Every time he moved, my body swayed as well.

<Jerome> asked.

<Fucking, delicious.>

<Hugh> answered with a laugh in his voice.

<Hurry, I want to do it too. I want to do it too. Wow, look at his face.>

<Jerome> suddenly grabbed my chin and turned it toward them. My vision was filled with <Jerome>’s face.

From behind, <Hugh> began to move quickly. The sound of flesh slapping was unfamiliar. The penis dug into the hole at will and stirred around wildly. Pushed by <Hugh>’s movements, I banged my forehead on the floor again and again.

I do not know how much longer the act continued. At some point, I felt something hot pour inside me. <Hugh> had come. He pushed his penis deep inside, trembled for a moment, and then pulled out.

My body trembled as I tried to close the suddenly gaping hole. The open hole felt foreign. But it was only for a moment. Soon, a penis, I did not know whose, penetrated me once more. It was <Jerome>. They had begun to gang rape me.

<It’s so good…>

<Jerome> muttered, having pushed his penis in all the way.

<Raymond, you really are, ugh, so tight… and warm… haah…>

<Jerome> whispered as he thrust his hips.

Unlike <Hugh>, <Jerome> moved slowly. The penis gently inserted and withdrew from my insides. I could feel everything. I was squeezing <Jerome>’s penis. When <Jerome> slowly, very slowly, pulled out of me, it felt like my inner walls that had clung to his penis were being pulled out with it.

I lay face down on the floor like a puppet with its strings cut, swaying only by <Jerome>’s movements. It felt as if <Jerome> had complete control over me. <Jerome>’s breath blew right by my ear, his body covering my back was heavy, and the penis penetrating my buttocks was so hot that it was the entirety of my sensation.

When <Jerome> pulled out his penis for a moment, I felt something trickle down from the hole. It gave me the chills. I soon realized it was <Hugh>’s semen. <Jerome>’s penis entered the gaping hole again.

But this time it was different. The penis moved, stirring my insides languidly. Every time the penis pushed deep and moved back and forth, I felt a strange sensation…. A dizzying feeling faintly arose in my empty mind. When <Jerome> picked up his pace, the penis dug in with much stronger force, and the faint sensation quickly spread throughout my body.

<Jerome> thrust his hips, and my body lunged forward. A moan escaped my open mouth.

<Uuungh…>

It sounded like a nasal moan. It was an unfamiliar sound I had never made in my life. The thought of stopping it did not occur to me. My mouth would not close.

<Hugh> said. <Simon> asked.

<Should we turn him over? <Jerome>, if you want to do it while looking at his face, go ahead.>

<Jerome> said. My pants and underwear were tangled around my ankles. Suddenly, a warm hand touched my ankle. It was <Simon>’s body heat. My ankle, which had been entangled in my clothes, felt light.

<Simon> said.

<Jerome> pulled out. I could not tell how many hands were touching my body. About four or five hands grabbed me and laid me on my back. I blinked blankly. My head tilted weakly to the side. Bright summer sunlight streamed in through the wide-open window.

I felt my legs being spread apart. I lowered my gaze, and <Jerome> had put his hands behind my knees, bending them and spreading them apart. <Jerome>, positioned between my wide-open legs, pushed his hips forward. The penis entered again. In my vision, I saw <Jerome>’s face, his cheeks flushed red with excitement.

<Aahk!>

It was an insertion so strong my back scraped against the carpet. A moan came out. My head could not hold up and turned to the side again. In my wavering vision, I saw the green trees swaying in the gentle breeze beyond the window.

<Uuungh… cute, Raymond… you must be, shocked, haah… look at your face. You’re, gone.>

<Jerome> suddenly touched my cheek. I could not feel the touch. Only the sensation of the penis moving back and forth below was intense.

<Simon> asked from the side, placing a hand on my penis.

<Jerome> answered.

<Simon>’s hand, wrapped around my penis, began to move gently. At some point, <Jerome>’s penis rubbed strongly against my insides.

<Heuk!>

A moan escaped. <Jerome> started to move fast. The penis pressed and crushed my insides, penetrating me recklessly.

<Uuungh, ah, aah…!>

Every time I received the penis, pleasure shot up, making my head spin. My stomach tingled, and my lower body became restless, squirming to match <Jerome>’s movements. Tears were streaming down without me realizing it. <Simon>’s hand, wrapped around my penis, quickened in tandem.

My body contorted from the thrusts from behind and the pulling and rubbing from the front. My weak body bucked, and I scratched the floor. My toes curled. My mind went white, a chill ran down my spine, and my buttocks tensed up. My head tilted back on its own. <Hugh>, who was sitting next to me, kissed me. Our tongues intertwined, and I was out of breath. The way he lewdly sucked my lips, rubbed, kneaded, and coiled his flesh made me feel like I was going to pass out….

<Heuk, <Hugh>, move! Raymond, heuu, I’m gonna, come, on your face.>

From below me, <Jerome> pulled out. As soon as <Hugh> got up, <Jerome>’s penis was thrust right in front of my nose. Semen gushed onto my face. The semen, scattered on my eyelids and cheeks, trickled down to the shell of my ear. <Jerome> rubbed his ejaculated penis on my face and lips. He rubbed the head of his penis between my lips, letting out a low moan.

But it was not over there. As <Simon> gripped my penis tightly and increased the speed of his hand, my mouth opened on its own. <Jerome>’s penis was thrust into my mouth. The still-hard penis stabbed the back of my throat. I came with his penis full in my mouth. My waist lifted, and my body trembled. My mind… my vision… ah, my body… I felt like I was going to suffocate and die right then and there….

When <Jerome> pulled out his penis, I too went limp on the floor. The thought of closing my legs or wiping off the filth splattered on my face did not occur to me. My body trembled intermittently, as if in convulsion, from the afterglow of pleasure, and in my blurred vision, the faces of the three boys looking down at me slowly began to come into sharp focus.

<Hugh> asked.

Only then did I realize that <Simon> was slowly stroking my hair.

<Mm.>

<Simon> answered.

<It’s messy.>

<Ah, Raymond, that was really amazing. Raymond, Raymond, Raymond! You had fun too, right?>

<Jerome> kissed my lips, which were smeared with his semen, and asked. His excited eyes shone with joy. But they did not seem to expect an answer, as they left me on the floor and got up amongst themselves.

My body, still in the afterglow of pleasure, twitched on the carpet. It was for a moment. My body began to cool down rapidly. With my head twisted and my vision tilted, I could see <Jerome>’s and <Simon>’s black dress shoes moving away. Soon, they were out of sight. I heard the sound of the refrigerator opening and closing in the kitchen. I was barely holding onto consciousness, but I felt like I could pass out at any moment. I could not put any strength into my fingertips. I could only hear the low sound of them talking.

<Simon> asked. <Hugh> answered.

<Jerome> said in a voice mixed with laughter.

<Hugh> chided them.

<That’s the problem with you guys. You spoil him and treat him so prettily that the bastard thinks he can get away with it and crawls all over you. When you’re fixing a bad habit, you have to be firm.>

<Hugh> continued.

<Look, <Jerome>’s neck and here are scratched by his fingernails. What are you going to do about this? You can’t even wear a turtleneck since it’s summer.>

<Jerome> answered irrelevantly.

<Hugh> retorted.

At those words, <Jerome> let out a laugh. <Simon> changed the subject.

Then <Hugh> started picking on <Simon> too.

<You’re the same. Go wash your face already. How on earth did you get a nosebleed?>

They talked and acted as if I were not here. Soon, <Simon> went into the bathroom, and <Jerome> and <Hugh> rustled around, doing something. The conversation continued, but I could not hear it well. Yet, I did not pass out.

A moment later, <Simon> came out of the bathroom. He avoided me as if I were filth. The three boys left me and moved to the sofa to start a leisurely chat. In my vision, as I lay flung on the floor blinking blankly, I saw the pocketknife. It was my knife that <Hugh> had dropped.

Suddenly, as if thrown into the blazing fires of hell, the sensations in my body returned with painful clarity. From the asshole dripping with <Hugh>’s semen and the shell of my ear pooled with <Jerome>’s semen, to the wounds from fighting with them and the stinging cheeks from being slapped several times by <Hugh>, the pain rescued me from fear.

Pretending to be weak, I stealthily turned my head. <Jerome>, <Simon>, and <Hugh> were sitting on the sofa with their backs to me, engrossed in conversation. I quickly reached out and grabbed the pocketknife.

They will not end this hunting game until they see the real <end>…. But can the ending only be brought about by their hands? Do only they have the right to end it? If they truly think so, I will slit their arrogant throats with this cute knife they ridiculed.

Ding.

When the six o’clock bell chimed, <Jerome>, <Simon>, and <Hugh> all left the room. Until they left, I lay sprawled on the carpeted floor, naked only from the waist down. The boys left, talking amongst themselves without giving me a single glance. From what I overheard, the topics were dinner and the exam in a few days. They were madmen. It was astounding that the topics of conversation after beating and gang-raping me, someone they had spent over two months with just moments ago, were merely meals and exams.

While I lay on the floor trembling with shame, the fear slowly evaporated. The sense that had been dominated by horror gradually transformed into the anger of humiliation and defeat, and strength began to return to my body. As soon as they left and the door closed, I lay flat on my back and looked up at the ceiling. I silently glared at the gray stone ceiling and reconstructed what had just happened.

It was no longer painful. The inside of my mouth was torn, and blood flowed down my throat, but my mouth simply tasted of iron. The wounds from the brawl did not sting; rather, they sharpened my mind.

They gang-raped me, threw me away like trash, and left. Today’s game was over. The bastards seemed to leave without a second thought after the victory was decided, but in reality, they were preparing another game behind my back and casting bait. Come to think of it, it had always been like that. I had just been ignorantly swayed by them. In the next game, I had to seize the initiative first. I had to overturn the board they had set up and invite them to a board of my own making.

But how…? Could I create a plan cunning enough to deceive those cautious, sensitive, cunning, and thorough individuals? I still knew nothing about them.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. To be precise, it was not me, but I felt the déjà vu of the other figures who must have lain on this carpet countless times, excluding myself….

The six of my predecessors who had been thrown to this floor.

My predecessors. Who were they? What were their fights like? How did they resist? How did they surrender? How were they defeated? What kind of end did they meet? Could they have left any hints for me, their successor…?

Suddenly, it was as if my mind cleared with a flash. The thing to think about was not how to take revenge on <Jerome> and his gang. It was about what kind of people the <Jerome> gang were. What their pattern was. I had to figure that out first. And I would accomplish that task through my predecessors.

Once I figured out what I had to do, energy returned to my body. I pushed myself up from the floor, barely getting on my knees, and stood up. Standing, I firmly planted my toes and stood still. Semen trickled down my thighs, and the semen that flowed from the shell of my ear wet my neck, but it was no longer evidence of humiliation. It was simply semen. Gripping the pocketknife in my palm tightly, I walked to the bathroom.

As soon as I came out after washing myself, I changed into fresh clothes. I first took the bundle of photographs that I had temporarily hidden under the mattress as a last resort. After hiding them in my sock cuff, I dressed in my usual attire to avoid looking suspicious.

As a result, my outward appearance was so normal that it was hard to believe I had just been gang-raped. That is to say, only the clothes I wore were normal. The forearms under my clothes were bruised, the inside of my mouth was busted, my lip was split, and above all, the cheek that <Hugh> had hit was red and swollen. There was nothing I could do about the cheek. I had to wait for it to subside.

After finishing my preparations, I went down to the dining hall. I was not in the mood to eat anything, but I wanted to show myself to those madmen. I wanted to show myself off in front of them. I went down to the dining hall, picked up a plate of salad, and sat down among a group of guys whose faces I knew moderately well. One of them asked about my cheek.

When I replied while touching my swollen cheek, most of them were convinced. The school had a boxing ring and a club, so the excuse worked reasonably well. I shrewdly observed the students who were listening to my excuse. Among them, someone surely knew the secret of <Jerome>’s gang. No matter how frequent transfers and enrollments were at this school, it was not common for a roommate to change seven times. Someone must have noticed that something strange was happening in the top-floor room of the dormitory.

From now on, I would always have to be mindful of the bystanders who had noticed something about me. Because I did not know which of them were bystanders and which were accomplices. And someone would surely make a mistake. Not everyone could be as thorough as <Jerome>’s gang. The <Jerome> gang was, if I had to say… they were more <special> madmen.

When I got up after finishing my meal, I ran into the top-floor gang leaving the dining hall. None of the three were surprised. <Jerome> even grinned as if he had been waiting. All three of them were disgusting.

<Hugh> said.

<You’re up already?>

It was the bright face I had once felt an affinity for. But now, that face, and the words that followed, were nothing but repulsive.

To that, <Jerome> replied.

<Jerome> smiled shyly at me.

<He’s brave. Right?>

I grinned along with them.

<Jerome>’s eyes gleamed.

I sat down and drank tea with the very people who had gang-raped me just 30 minutes ago. The atmosphere was amicable. However, a cold, solidified anger pooled in my stomach. I will definitely get my revenge. At a time they do not expect, in a way they do not expect.

Now is not the time.

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