Lovely Monsters Chapter 22

“If you intend to stay here, you will not go to hell.”

“This isn’t hell? Then what, what is this place if it’s not hell! What is it!”

He screamed sharply, but no new sentences appeared on the monitor. Kim Heejo, who tried to force himself up, slumped back down again.

“Then, then I, can’t, can’t get out of here? Huh? I can’t leave? I can’t even die? I even stabbed my neck; I really thought I could die—.”

[You cannot] 

[leave.] 

[You do not want to.]

“No, no, I won’t, I’m going out… I, I, let me out, I’m going out. I want to go out. I hate it here… I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t do it.”

There was no answer. The monitor was black, and the man’s gaze was merely fixed on the void, not toward Kim Heejo. In a situation where he didn’t even know where to direct his pleas, his tearful entreaties continued repeatedly.

[Do you wish to return?]

It was obvious. He wanted to return to the place where he was supposed to be. Thinking of Choi Yujeong, Kim Heejo answered desperately. That he wanted to go out, to please tell him the way.

The man’s answer that came back was an extremely difficult yet simple condition.

[If you do not give up on being human. You just need to be human. It is possible to leave. As long as you remain a human. There is no other way to leave.] [Do not] [give up on being human] [and keep going forward] [Go to the front car.]

“The, the front car? You said the front car?”

[Yes, keep going to the front car.] [Without giving up on being human. While not giving up on being human. You must not give up on being human. To the front car. Front car. Keep going.] 

[Then you can leave.] [It is possible for you to go] [from inside the train to the outside.]

After that, the same words were repeated on the monitor. Eventually, Kim Heejo, who had been clinging and begging to be let out, nodded while crying.

“I won’t give up. I’ll go to the front car. I’ll never, never give up. I won’t, so please just let me out of here. I want to go out, I want to leave… I hate it here…”

He didn’t know how long he spoke like that. He didn’t know if it was meaningful, but he couldn’t stop muttering. Repeating the same words until his consciousness cut off from exhaustion, he simply wished fervently.

To be able to get out of here and reclaim his daily life.

Perhaps things were different in the past, but now Kim Heejo had too many precious things. He missed Choi Yujeong. If he could escape this place, he wanted to run straight to Choi Yujeong, who would be waiting at home, and hold him tight, burying his face in his shoulder and breathing in dozens, hundreds of times. He hoped to be buried deep in the scent of the person he missed so much.

“If you go out of here?”

At that moment, a human voice was heard from above his head. In a situation where he couldn’t distinguish between a dream or reality, Kim Heejo lifted his head as if possessed.

“Do you think it’ll be good if you go out?”

The one speaking in front of him was Kim Heejo. Taking off the deep-set hood and the ball cap and looking at Kim Heejo, Kim Heejo asked again.

“I asked if you think it’ll be good if you go out. Tell me.”

Despite having pleaded so much just a moment ago to be let out, Kim Heejo couldn’t answer, and the next moment, as his own image in front of him disappeared, his consciousness cut off there as well. It was darkness.

“Forming a bond over something like this is a bit, well, like that, but I’m the same. I lived in an orphanage.”

Back when they were just getting to know each other and then rapidly becoming close, Choi Yujeong spoke about himself for the first time. Kim Heejo, who had already liked Choi Yujeong from much earlier, pricked up his ears and listened intently to the story he told. And when he realized they had surprisingly many things in common, he was happy yet sad. Because there were no happy parts in Kim Heejo’s past.

“How was it for you?”

“Huh?”

Choi Yujeong, having finished his story, said:

“I hope it wasn’t similar to mine.”

Kim Heejo shrank back instinctively. Telling one’s past was ultimately telling one’s weakness, and throughout Kim Heejo’s life, when he told his weakness, the result was always disastrous. He knew that well, but the moment he heard the story of Choi Yujeong, who was so similar to him, his mouth opened involuntarily. The facts he had tried to hide flowed out of his mouth easily.

Being abused by his parents and going to an orphanage, and getting in touch with some relatives after becoming an adult, but even that was eventually for the purpose of using him, who had nothing.

He should have stopped after saying just that much. But due to the kind gaze and tone that seemed to comfort him, he ended up speaking fluently. About that miserable past where he always had to be alone.

“Heok…!”

Kim Heejo, who had been wandering through a bittersweet dream, woke up exhaling a ragged breath. Without even raising his body, he just rolled his eyes to check his surroundings. He was still trapped in the place he least wanted to open his eyes to. On one side of the wall, instead of photos, there were notes of various sizes attached. They weren’t attached to Kim Heejo’s body like last time, but it was clear they were all words directed at Kim Heejo.

[<Shocking> A tentacle that can suck the prostate actually exists!!! “Aren’t tentacles unable to do much for you? Even if a tentacle rubs against you, there’s not much sensation…” “You don’t know anything ha” Kim Heejo, who discriminated against tentacles and only moaned for other monsters’ cocks, the surprising reason his eyes rolled back at the tentacle’s technique —Tentacle No. 76 who only sucked the prostate while he was hanging—]

[I wonder when my turn will come… I am always waiting for my turn boohoo boohoo —Poor Monster No. 84 who only got to fiddle with your body—]

[Wasn’t I the first one to even stick a cock in the urethra 0_<!!!!!!!!!!! Even if I couldn’t stick it in the hole, I’m the one who first pierced the urethra lolololololololololololololol Kim Heejo also felt good after losing his virginity again after a long time k —Soft Teddy Bear Monster No. 633—]

[Mister Teddy Bear.. I’m sorry to say this while you’re happy, but his urethra was already opened on the first day he got here (boohoo. His mouth and back hole were already all taken by his boyfriend; he was a total slut male who didn’t have a single virginal part boohoo. Please take this post down —Wise Monster No. 101—]

[I did it today~~~~ha. The sad part is that Mr. Lion Head scraped out all my semen… boohoo. I really ejaculated hard.. if it had been left alone, a new monster might have been born… —Monster No. 182 whose tongue reaches the colon—]

[It would be really great if I alone could use him continuously for just one day. Then I’d poke the hole with my cock until it bursts, and later I’d put in a bunch of beads too. They’d slide right in because of the semen. Then I’d make him endure by putting strength down there and just keep tormenting only his nipples. Since he’s sensitive, he’d probably cry right away if I squeeze them one by one. If they swell and get big, I’ll attach a suction device to one and nibble on the other until it’s drenched in spit. Maybe he’ll be horrified later seeing his nipples have become huge? I’m planning to give those transformed breasts a bit of a whipping. I wonder what it would be like if I intentionally hit only the nipples. Anyway, I plan to move the beads stuck in the hole frequently too. After tormenting the hole to the level of torture, when it gets looser, I want to take the beads out and put in a vibrator until no more can fit. Later I’ll make him take those out one by one by himself; I think it’ll be good and animal-like if I make him ejaculate while in a crouching position. If he takes all the vibrators out in that shameful posture, I’ll pretend to let him go and then immediately make him take my cock in his wide-open hole. He’ll probably be slumped from exhaustion, but if I whip his testicles and poke them occasionally to tell him to move his hips on his own, do you think he’d stay still without moving? The hole will probably tighten hard, and if he feels it too much, I’ll slap around the entrance too. Even if the folds turn ripe red, I have to keep hitting. After doing all that, I should hang him upside down. I’ll hang a clip on each of his nipples, which are swollen from my spit, and make him spread his legs wide. Because I have to put a candle or something into the hole. Of course, I’ll light it too, and it’ll be worth seeing his reaction every time the candle wax melts and touches his bottom. He’ll be terrified that even his hole might catch fire and make a fuss to take it out quickly, but I don’t plan to take it out until the very last second.]