LLU 20

The mass of flesh once again pushed through the narrow crevice and slid deep inside. Covered in fluids, the sensation of insertion, now far easier than before, was horrific. He began thrusting his hips forward with the same pleasurable expression on his face as moments ago.

The horrific act was repeated throughout the entire night.

The rain had completely stopped. Junghan inhaled the scent of the dawn forest, damp with moisture, deep into his lungs and then exhaled. The refreshing air calmly cooled his head and body that had been heated with pleasure.

He placed the limp body hanging over his shoulder fully reclined onto the passenger seat and then got into the driver’s seat. He slowly drove down the still-dark forest path. Although there had been a downpour, if he drove slowly, the well-maintained road should not be too dangerous.

The car soon arrived at the entrance to the road connected to the narrow trail. He drove the car gently so as not to inconvenience his passenger. A quick glance showed that the face looked even smaller than usual.

The guy was buried deep under the blanket that had been carefully draped over him, sleeping as if dead. He also looked as though he had fainted. In any case, since he had been brought out with his hands still tied, even if he woke up, he would not be able to cause much of a commotion.

He drove for just under an hour on the deserted highway. The place where the car gently came to a stop was the underground parking lot of a hotel. After completing check-in, he went up to the room he had been guided to. The guy on his back still had not regained consciousness even then.

When he laid the child down on the bed, the sun was already rising. He picked up his phone and sent a text message to Choi Muhyun. It said that after going for a drive together, he would feed him lunch and then send him home.

He opened the guy’s phone that was in his hand. The plain phone with no lock screen at all was an outdated relic from who knows how many years ago. He slowly looked through the call log, messages, and contacts. There were quite a few saved contacts, but the people he mainly exchanged messages with were only a few.

Kim Junwoo. Seems like he’s the closest to this one.

He leisurely scrolled through the messages. The texts exchanged with some unknown person were extremely affectionate. Although filled with plenty of profanity, it was clearly evident that they shared a deep bond.

Junghan let out a sneer. He casually placed the phone on the table and sat on the bed, staring intently at the sleeping face.

The face swollen from being beaten looked flamboyant even to him. Anyone who saw it would think it looked utterly devastating. What kind of expression would that woman make if she saw it?

Would Pioon make another flimsy lie this time, or would he finally confess everything? That he had been beaten like a dog and r**ed by his stepbrother. He was curious which one this kid would choose.

“Hm? Oon-ah. What are you going to do?”

The corners of Junghan’s mouth curved slightly into an arc. He asked this to the pretty face that was gradually turning grotesque. The child only occasionally let out thin, pained groans and gave no answer.

Considering this kid’s personality, who would rather stiffen and break than bend, it did not seem likely that he would quickly run off to tattle that he had suffered such violence from another man, let alone someone who was supposed to be his older brother.

Still, last night the guy had shown quite a frightened appearance. The kid who would clench his fists and tremble at the slightest touch had been unable to keep his senses from the humiliation and pain when gripped hard and twisted every which way. Having experienced hardship he had never gone through before, he might behave unlike his usual self.

Well, he’ll do whatever he wants.

It did not matter either way. He had never acted with Choi Muhyun’s reactions in mind up to now. The same went for the other side. He and Junghan merely coexisted when necessary and worked together to pursue profit; they were not the kind of relationship that shared a strong bond for the trivial reason of blood ties.

In any case, their father could not possibly be sincere with that woman. He had exceptionally had a child with her, but that fact could never suppress his father’s innate debauchery. Right now, he was making a fuss as if he would give the world to the woman and her son, but it would soon fade away anyway. His very nature was that of a promiscuous man.

Pitifully, the woman and son were unaware of the foreseeable future. So the poor son must have endured the humiliation while suppressing his fiery temper, all to make his mother’s life comfortable.

He was curious how far this kid’s limit went. Whether, even after being trampled so messily, he would once again keep his mouth shut for his mother’s sake, or whether he would now say he could not take it anymore and try to run far, far away.

No matter what choice the child made, nothing would change anyway.

Junghan had no intention of letting go of the pretty thing he had found after so long. As long as its existence provided him amusement, he had already decided to keep playing with it.

That was something completely unrelated to Choi Muhyun and that woman. They merely added a thrilling sense of immorality to Junghan’s play by sprinkling the relationship of brothers over it.

Pioon had shown a satisfying appearance just as expected. No, more than expected. Inexperienced and stiff, yet he knew how to arouse someone quite well. It had been a truly long time since he had immersed himself so deeply in fucking that he stayed up all night.

The face perfectly to his taste did not look bad even when messed up, swollen, and burst. Whether the sight of crying with a ruined face was pretty and arousing or not was one of the important factors in making it a plaything. Pioon was undoubtedly the former. And very much so.

The body was also to his liking. It was stiff like a rock yet spread flexibly and bent well. The hole, clearly used for the first time, was extremely narrow yet knew how to massage a man’s c**k.

At first, he had been horrified and tried to push away. Thinking of the inner walls that later greedily clenched and milked the inserted c**k like a w**re made him chuckle hollowly while his lower abdomen ached.

“Wake up.”

Just watching was starting to feel like a waste of time. The child tormented all night gave no response to Junghan’s call. Even when he lightly tapped the swollen cheek, he only faintly furrowed his brows and could not easily open his eyes.

Watching the motionless lying body, he reached out his hand. After completely removing the pants and underwear and spreading both thighs, the ruined private area came fully into view.

Looking at the inner thighs covered in blood and s**en, Junghan smiled broadly. He lowered the zipper, took out his fully e**ct p**is, placed it at the entrance, and slowly rubbed it.

Even after being thrust into all night, the excellent elasticity of the muscle that had already neatly closed was pleasing. After dropping saliva, he pushed in with force, and it went in much more easily than the first time. Pretending it hurt seemed petty yet cute.

“…Ugh, ngh!”

The slender waist twitched in surprise. The tremor that spread like wildfire through the body made even the eyes that had been closed like a corpse snap open. Upon opening his eyes, Oon gaped at Junghan as if seeing a ghost.

“You’re awake?”

“Wh-where, cough, where is this….”

“We came on a date. To celebrate our Oon becoming an adult.”

“You crazy b**t**d….”

When their eyes met and he grinned, Pioon shuddered as if he had seen something he should not have. There was a sob mixed in his voice.

“You really crazy b**t**d….”

“I don’t know if your learning ability is poor, or if you originally enjoy being hit.”

“If you’ve done that much… that’s enough. Why are you doing this again? What more do you want!”

Tears streamed down from the tightly closed eyes, wetting the completely ruined face. Looking at the eyelashes clumped messily in strands, Junghan smiled softly.

Poor thing. Of course, this was not a subjective impression but one that could be presented objectively to the public.

“Oon-ah. I told you before, right? You’re in the position of receiving.”

“…….”

“Open your heart and enjoy it as much as possible. That’s the only thing you can do right now.”

After kindly giving advice, he began moving his hips. When he pulled out fully and then thrust in fiercely, the slender torso that fit perfectly in his grasp vibrated intensely. Every time he pulled out his c**k, the feeling of the inner walls clinging stubbornly, begging not to leave, was exquisite.

It was truly killing him. Junghan unknowingly stuck out his tongue and l**ked his own lips. The more he buried himself in the extremely narrow hole, the strangely simultaneous feelings of hunger and thirst arose.

“…Ack! Ugh, ah!”

From the throat that had cried out all night, only a hoarse, raspy voice emerged now. If it had been another guy, he would have stuffed socks or panties into the mouth, but since the voice itself was so sweet, it was not unpleasant to listen to.

No, it was not just not unpleasant. The desperate yet seductive screams further whetted his appetite. He had even explained that the more he cried like that, the bigger the thrusting c**k would get, yet Pioon seemed to keep forgetting it.

Snow-white skin, b**tocks that clung satisfyingly when spanked and made cute sounds, a hole that bit down satisfactorily on the p**is, a waist and pelvis width that fit perfectly in his palm, and even the smooth and pretty c**k. Everything was to his liking. Having almost no body hair felt not grotesque but clean and adorably so.

Having a body like this yet with n**ples and c**k holding a flower-like red tint, this was a born w**re. It was truly a body made to receive a man’s c**k. If released outside claiming adulthood, it would instantly fall into another guy’s hands.

Hm, that would not do.

A chuckle escaped. The possessiveness felt after so long was pleasing. A long-dormant emotion awoke and stretched. He wanted to grip the existence before his eyes, fueling his pitch-black desire, even harder.

Junghan decided. From now on, all events surrounding this child must happen solely within his grasp. Even if it meant breaking, snapping, or being destroyed.

“Stop it. Stop, you fucking b**t**d….”

Seeing the foul mouth that showed no sign of refinement even while crying quietly, Junghan clicked his tongue while smiling. When he suddenly pulled out the p**is, the dry body j**ked greatly.

At the same time, Pioon tightly closed his eyes. Thinking he would be slapped on the cheek, he hunched his shoulders like a baby animal. However, the raised palm was aimed at the fully exposed hole.

“Ack!”

Smack, smack. Every time he forcefully struck the private area and p**ineum, the liquid and foam splashing at the junction scattered messily. Ignoring it, he continued spanking with his hand.

After more than five strikes, the inner thighs trembled. During the beating, the child sobbed without pause. He cursed while crying, then begged while crying, repeating frantically. By the time he received the final tenth strike, the faint crying had turned into loud, unrestrained wailing.

The s**-crazed lunatic truly attacked endlessly, endlessly. He looked like a beast long starved of l**t.

“Ah, ngh, ah….”

From the completely hoarse throat, only thin whimpers emerged now. Seeing that Choi Junghan clearly enjoyed it more when he cried, he tried to hold back the sounds, but soon realized it was futile anyway.

He definitely liked the sight of me crying. Especially crying out loud. If I bit my lip to suppress the noise, he would demonstratively increase the intensity of his thrusting.

He spanked the b**tocks hard, roughly grabbed the p**is, and bit like an animal on the shoulders and chest. There was not a single trace of consideration in the act of biting and tearing the tender flesh.

“Ngh, ugh, s-stop….”

Other than begging like that while crying, there was no other way. If I cursed, he hit my cheek or b**tocks, and if I cried and begged him to stop, the spanking stopped, so I had no other choice. He even spanked my lower hole. As a fellow human, it was shocking that he could think to hit such a place.

Just because the violence stopped did not mean the act of thrusting his c**k in stopped. For Choi Junghan, who climbed on top of my body and r**ed me endlessly, the word limit did not exist. Endless fear, hatred, loathing, and terror toward him welled up.