Red Mansion Chapter 16

Crazy bastard. This guy was truly insane. Cheongrim released the hair as if throwing it and relentlessly pounded his waist.

As the glans plunged into the tightened flesh, Sung-kyung convulsed. Cheongrim, with blinking eyes, continuously thrust into that spot. The inner walls tightly grasped the member and refused to let go. Almost on the verge of climaxing, Sung-kyung stubbornly stifled his moans.

“Ugh, ugh.”

It was too good. He wished it could be stronger. More painful, more severe agony to ruin me. He wished for wounds, for his marks to be engraved. He hoped it wouldn’t feel like a dream even by tomorrow.

“Huuh.”

With it fully inserted below, the hand that struck down on the buttocks made the thighs tremble sweetly. The pelvic muscles tensed, tightly gripping the member. A scraping sound as Sung-kyung’s nails traced the window.

Not long after, a misty liquid scattered around Sung-kyung’s lower abdomen and the bed. Although he wanted to release the excitement by touching, there was no movement in Cheongrim’s palm pressing firmly on his back. Movement wasn’t allowed yet. Sung-kyung swallowed the moans while feeling a pleasure close to despair.

Amidst the hot air, a pungent smell permeated. Cheongrim lowered his eyes. A dry back that seemed to lose strength somewhere. Tilting his head slightly, the fallen misty liquid on the floor caught his sight. Without even touching it, it went backward. Cheongrim chuckled, shifted his hips back, and let out a dry laugh.

Even on the cream-covered, melted genitals, blood had slightly emerged. Perhaps because it couldn’t fully harden, the lower region felt numb. Instead of penetrating the opening, Cheongrim quickly stroked the shaft with his hand. Thick veins protruded over the firm member.

“You, you bastard. So fucking good… Ugh, who’s gonna cum first.”

Sung-kyung only breathed heavily in response, without saying anything. Cheongrim, while thrusting his hips, continued stroking the penis. Pressing and teasing Sung-kyung’s buttocks intermittently, he elicited excitement at will.

Soon after, splashes of misty liquid poured from the tip of Cheongrim’s glans. He messily smeared the chaotic penis, covered in semen and cream, all over the white thighs. Sung-kyung’s dry thighs allowed the semen to trickle down. The liquid started to accumulate on the pants draped over the knees.

The climax was prolonged. In the meantime, Cheongrim continued to stroke the shaft, shaking off any remaining excitement. His palm was covered in semen.

“Ah, it feels sticky.”

Cheongrim glanced down at his hand and briskly wiped it across Sung-kyung’s T-shirt. The semen moved onto the wet, sweaty fabric in a messy manner. Laughing and shrugging his shoulders at the grotesque sight, Cheongrim stood fully upright on the floor, no longer kneeling on the usual stained knees. He tore off a roll of tissue from the counter and proceeded to clean himself. Since he only needed to unzip and pull out his penis, the cleanup was quick.

Though they didn’t finish inside, they had sex nonetheless. Him, with a man. Sharp eyes fixated on Sung-kyung, who was hunched over the counter, shivering.

“Whether it’s a habit from having sex with whoever, there’s more than one or two things you need to fix.”

From vulgar moans to freely shaking his hips, not controlling when to climax, or not attempting to touch his penis—there were more than one or two things to straighten out. If there were to be a next time with Sung-kyung, perhaps tying him up might be a better idea.

“Well, it might get fixed if you’re hit, right?”

Cheongrim laughed like a madman. After zipping up, he wiped the sweat from his chin. He continued to look down at the dry back that was still writhing on the counter.

Whether Sung-kyung cried or not was not important to him. Seeing pink liquid flowing between the buttocks didn’t induce any feelings of guilt. After all, it was Sung-kyung who desired the encounter more than he did. The one who got screwed over was him. All he wanted was to go home, wash off the poverty and heat clinging to his body.

“Shall we go?”

Cheongrim opened the convenience store door without hesitation. The corridor, smelling of mildew, felt surprisingly cool. Sweating and fluttering his shirt, he walked out of the convenience store.

As the door closed, Sung-kyung was left alone. Their first sexual encounter lacked gel and condoms. Naturally, emotions were also absent. There were no tender kisses or affectionate caresses. All that happened was the hands blocking the mouth and the relentless penetration of the sex organs. That was the end of it.

“Ha, haa.”

Still, Sung-kyung enjoyed it. His body twitched continuously as he tried to suppress his laughter. It was only after a considerable amount of time had passed, and Cheongrim had completely left the Red Mansion, that Sung-kyung finally got up. Then, he reached his hand towards the back of his thigh. Semen was smeared on his fingertips.

Sung-kyung licked his lips with his fingers, savoring the smell and taste of the pungent semen as if engraving it into his body. He closed his eyes in ecstasy.

There was no doubt that he had become somewhat special to Cheongrim. It seemed like Cheongrim’s first time with a man, yet he didn’t vomit or stop. After all, it was satisfying to be out of the categories of ‘nothing’ and ‘dislike,’ especially while engaging with someone he originally disliked.

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They stayed up all night. His waist was sore, and the torn area below hurt a bit, but Sung-kyung wondered if he had felt this good in recent memory. From dawn, he diligently prepared a refreshing broth.

He fed him breakfast right away and, as he said he wanted to sit, he propped him against the wall. Father had mentioned not to worry about Mother; she would take care of herself. Today, Father’s condition seemed fine, making him feel at ease.

As soon as it hit 6 a.m., he rushed down to the convenience store. He briefly hung by the staircase corridor and looked down towards the back door. The bicycle Cheongrim had borrowed yesterday was already gone. It seemed like either a junk dealer had picked it up or someone had taken it with the intention of fixing it. People were quick to grab anything that could bring in money. Sung-kyung swallowed a bitter smile.

“As for deliveries…”

How should I handle deliveries for the time being? Practical concerns rushed in, but there was nowhere to pass on or solve the responsibility. It was solely Sung-kyung’s burden. Trying not to consciously recall the bicycle, Sung-kyung grasped the convenience store key. The excessively worn-out key emitted a scent of iron just by holding it.

He opened the aluminum door that had been securely closed all night. Since he hadn’t left the window open, a faint pungent smell still lingered in the air. Sung-kyung lifted the corners of his mouth without making a sound. Really, it wasn’t a dream.

Standing on the threshold, he scanned the inside of the convenience store. The bedding that his knees had touched, the rolls of tissue that his hands had reached, the discarded hand cream cap, and the slightly crumpled tube—all were in their places. It was time to carefully examine the scenes of the previous night when the affair had unfolded.

“Hey, you bastard!”

As Sung-kyung turned his head, a strong force slapped his cheek, causing his frail body to tumble instantly. There was a loud noise as his back collided with the drawer.

Before he could feel the pain, violence erupted without warning. Instinctively, Sung-kyung raised his arms to shield his head and crouched down. A rigid stick struck him unexpectedly from an unforeseen direction. As it hit around his shoulder blades again, breathing became difficult, and he coughed up air in short bursts.

“Where did you hide it! Damn it, speak up!”

The voice was familiar. It was the drug addict. Sung-kyung, peering through the gap between his fingers covering his face, looked up at the man. It was unclear why he was so angry. Despite being accustomed to violence, he needed to understand why he was being beaten.

“What, what’s going on!”

“Crash!” Everything on the counter spilled over. Cup ramen rolled on the floor, getting crushed underfoot, and the stacked cookie boxes on the shelf fell with a loud thud.

“Ugh.”

Sung-kyung was struck on the head with a powerful force, causing a sharp pain that made his vision flash. He momentarily stopped breathing, emitting a groan of pain as he touched his forehead with his hand. Something hot was on his palm. He initially thought it was sweat, but it turned out to be blood.

“Where did you hide the drugs! Tell me before I tear your mouth apart!”

Sung-kyung’s bloodshot eyes scanned the cement floor. The safe lay wide open, its contents spilled on the floor, and the coins that had escaped from it were scattered in disarray. Anger flared up like a fire catching dry firewood. His vision flashed again. It happened again. The rage surged uncontrollably.

“What the hell are you talking about, you crazy bastard!”

With bloodshot eyes, Sung-kyung kicked the man’s knee with a look of fury. The corridor was filled with Sung-kyung’s sharp voice. The drug addict holding a baseball bat staggered. The man, barely regaining his balance by grabbing the wall, cursed messily with a disheveled appearance.

“You damn son of a bitch. Do I need to cut off your fingers to make you talk?”

After saying that, he swung the baseball bat through the air, tracing a large trajectory. Sung-kyung clenched his teeth and rushed towards him. Crash! The two collided and tumbled onto the floor of the convenience store. At that moment, footsteps echoed through the open convenience store door.

“Catch this bastard!”

Before the words even finished, hands reached out from all directions. Sung-kyung’s hair and limbs were grabbed, making it impossible for him to move.

“Let go!”

Shouting and struggling seemed futile. Everything felt unjust. What did they accuse him of stealing? If it was drugs, he only delivered them as usual. Sung-kyung was dragged away, his mouth forcibly closed. The barely closed convenience store door came into view.

After that, violent violence erupted, making it difficult to regain composure. He even forgot why he was being beaten. What did they say he stole? He tried to survey the surroundings with eyes swollen and difficult to open. About six men were kicking and beating him. Among them, two faces were familiar. The man he had met in the common area last night, who escorted him to his room, and the one with the leg. It vaguely came to him now. Oh, he was being beaten because of the drugs.

“His parents worked hard and got sick. Now he’s fucking people with his back hole.”

Sung-kyung let his body go limp, unable to muster any more strength. Puddles of water collected in the worn-out spots on the floor with peeling green paint, and the raindrops didn’t pierce through. The rain had stopped. Where am I? The hot sun lazily touched his lifeless ankles.

“Did you call the twins?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing in the house or the store. Just a bit of hidden money.”

It felt like being in a separate space. Despite straining to listen to the echoing conversation of the two people, it was barely audible. What should I do with the convenience store? It seems to be locked. The guys living here must have stolen everything without leaving anything behind. Should I ask the leg guy about it?