LLU 34

“I said no! I said no, you son of a bitch! After doing this much, just leave me the hell alone!”

It seemed like a slender hand rose from the water. In an instant, a wet bursting sound—smack—exploded across Junghan’s face.

The small hand was sharper than it looked. Junghan, who had briefly turned his gaze to fix it on the bathroom wall, slowly turned his head back.

“Huff, huff….”

Even though he had done it himself, the eyes shooting back at him were a mess of disgust and fear, as if anxious about the trouble he had caused. However, Junghan met those eyes and smiled warmly.

It’s okay. A kitten who only knows how to be cute can do that as much as he wants.

“You need to come to your senses, Oon-ah.”

But correction was a separate matter. No matter how pretty something was, sometimes it had to be handled firmly. That was the only way bad habits would be broken quickly. Without hesitation, Junghan grabbed Un’s hair and plunged his face deep into the water.

Loud splashing sounds echoed off the bathroom walls. The round curved back convulsed, and the legs that had been stretched out limply thrashed desperately. Bubbling foam rose endlessly to the surface.

Junghan watched the entire scene with an impassive face. When the number of bubbles rising to the surface began to decrease, he pulled the submerged face out of the water.

“Pwah! Heuk, heuk, kuhuk, haa!”

“Let’s behave intelligently. You’re good at studying, aren’t you? Right?”

Gently soothing the boy as if caring for him tenderly, Junghan plunged his face back into the water once more. The long nape of the neck extending beneath the helplessly dragged back of the head trembled finely. That pale, beautiful neck, mottled with the marks he himself had left, looked infuriatingly arousing.

His lower half stiffened pleasantly again. When the rising air bubbles grew fewer once more, Junghan pulled the head back out of the water.

“Cough! Cough! Haa, haa, ha….”

Even the sight of him gasping with his mouth wide open, eyes unfocused, was arousing. He had thought of just washing him nicely and putting him to sleep today. But this was something the kid had brought on himself, so there was no helping it.

His older brother, who had worked hard outside all day, had diligently serviced him with his mouth, yet he still wasn’t satisfied. How lewd and greedy he was, as pretty as he was. Seeing him throw back that seductive nape as if showing it off and choking people with it—sure enough, his little brother was a born whore.

He thoroughly washed the boy, who had gone limp and docile. Washing someone so personally like this—what a ridiculous thing—was a first with this kid. Pioon brought him countless firsts, yet this arrogant, pretty thing didn’t appreciate this kind of sincerity, which couldn’t help but make him feel disappointed.

Once washed soft and clean, the boy once again exuded an appetizing allure. Junghan carried him—not to the dirty room of Un’s, but to his own bed—and laid him down. Immediately flipping the boy over, he squeezed gel between the raised buttocks and let it drip.

As he pushed his sex inside, a moan escaped naturally. Junghan closed his eyes gently.

“Ha….”

What a body, to make him fall into such ecstasy like this.

“Relax. It’s so damn tight.”

“Ah, hwaak!”

“Where the fuck did you learn to chew a man’s cock so lewdly like this.”

Even curses he rarely used burst out on their own. The more he thrust into this body that melted his cock so damn well, the more one thought solidified.

He absolutely could not let this go outside.

“Haha….”

Eyes lowered loosely gleamed fiercely. Like a beast in heat, Junghan’s gaze—stained entirely with lust—fixed downward.

It was an obscenely lewd copulation scene. The applied gel made the shaft glisten, and his little brother’s tight hole shamelessly flicked its tongue, swallowing the older brother’s cock. Every time the shaft was pushed in and pulled out, the red inner walls clung stickily as if starved, looking utterly vulgar.

Junghan watched the scene without even blinking. He couldn’t bear to miss even a moment of gripping that slender waist and thrusting. Everything this boy produced had to be subordinated to him without exception.

“Euk! Uh, huu, ah, ah…!”

“Cry more. You have to cry more lewdly, Oon-ah.”

He cried so prettily. Every sound this boy made was no different from an aphrodisiac that stirred males. Watching the boy instinctively crawl across the bed trying to escape, Junghan smiled with pleasure.

He enjoyed watching what the boy did for a short while. However, the hole wriggling between the pale buttocks couldn’t endure even that brief moment and persistently squeezed his cock. Dripping the applied gel in trickles, it cried out that it couldn’t bear to be apart even for an instant.

Junghan decided to graciously respond to that temptation. Shifting his knees closer, he thrust his sex deep inside. Un’s trembling thighs, which had barely held up, collapsed completely.

“Stop, please. Huuuk… stop….”

“Your hole is smacking its lips and drooling though.”

Sobbing, the boy begged. Junghan soothed Un gently. Covering the boy—who was writhing pitifully like a small captured animal—with his entire body, Junghan devoured every frantic movement of the hot flesh and smiled with satisfaction.

Even while sleeping, a constant low humming sound could be heard.

It was only after being devoured for so long that he had barely obtained this sweet sleep. Frowning at the noise disturbing his rest, he wished he could block his ears.

It sounded like noise that would come from a construction site. Even in his faint consciousness, he thought such a sound couldn’t possibly be coming from here. This penthouse was completely isolated from the world, like Rapunzel’s tower. So was he hearing hallucinations…?

Thinking about it was tiresome. He just wanted to sink helplessly into the languid drowsiness enveloping him. That was the only way he could live in this house. Well, after being tormented nonstop for over a full day, it made sense that intense fatigue would slam his body down to the floor.

The evening before last, when Choi Junghan returned from work, he had thrown his coat to the floor and pounced on him right away. After that, without eating or sleeping, it was nothing but sex. The days when he had diligently gone to work now felt like a mirage.

While he was at work, being unable to move an inch with his wrists bound and spending time in a daze had become something he almost missed. It seemed as though the only purpose in Choi Junghan’s life was inserting his cock into his body, nothing else.

He must be on drugs. Otherwise, he couldn’t pounce like a stallion fed aphrodisiacs.

Yet the way Choi Junghan treated him was excessively clear-headed. He kept letting out soft laughter while holding him with satisfaction.

His mind, thinned like a light bulb filament, flickered endlessly. Each time he opened his eyes, the scene changed slightly. Sometimes on the sofa, sometimes on the bed. Sometimes even in the bathtub. The one unchanging fact was that Choi Junghan was always by his side.

But when he opened his eyes again, this time an intuition struck that it was different from the moments that had repeated so many times.

First, Choi Junghan wasn’t beside him. The place was also somewhere inside his house he had never encountered before. Bookshelves densely packed with books, a desk, a chair.

It was clearly a study. In the tidy space, oddly enough, there was a bed—the one he was lying on now—which made it look somewhat unusual.

His dazed eyes scanning the room now turned to his own body. He was still completely naked, not wearing even a single piece of underwear. Strangely, the feeling was a little different from usual.

“…?”

Something felt extremely out of place. Like the first human discovering hands, he dazedly looked down at his own hands. Yes, both hands were free.

The knots that had bound him so tightly had finally come undone. But…

“…Fuck.”

When the hell would this dream end.

A stunned groan burst out.

Looking down at the heavy shackle weighing on his right ankle, he sat there blankly for a while. His mind, dulled by repeated abuse, took a long time to accept that what he was seeing and feeling was not a hallucination.

How could the situation deteriorate to this point.

Ever since meeting Choi Junghan, the ground he stood on kept crumbling. After falling into the abyss, the floor would collapse again, and his body would be hurled once more into the pitch-black below. He had been endlessly repeating that fall.

No, before that, he wanted to ask once more whether this was even reality. Clank, clank. The shackle’s formidable weight gripped his ankle like a trap. He could instinctively tell it wasn’t some toy made just for show.

At the end of the shackle that enveloped his ankle without a gap hung a chain. And the chain was connected to the leg of the study’s desk. He pulled as hard as he could, but the massive iron desk that filled an entire side of the wide study didn’t budge. In the end, the only way to remove this damned thing was with the key to the shackle.

A low curse escaped. The key couldn’t possibly be here. It was probably in the psycho bastard’s pants pocket.

“Crazy bastard….”

His voice was as small as an ant’s. If he spoke loudly—if he spoke loud enough to reach his own ears—it felt like this insane scene would truly become reality.

So he muttered in the tiniest possible voice. Yet despite that effort, the ant-sized voice shattered his heart into pieces. Through the cracks of his destroyed mind, an unbelievable reality poured in.

The weight was different from having his wrists tied to the bed with rope. The only person in this world crazy enough to install such a serious device in his home was Choi Junghan.

So the constant noise that had tormented him while he slept… was the sound of installing devices to fix chains like this all over the house…

Day by day, Choi Junghan’s antics looked more and more insane, and he was overwhelmed. He could no longer deny that the emotion growing inside him as much as his hatred toward him was fear. No, more than that… it was closer to a muffled sensation, as if blocked by a massive wall.

He had cursed at him, punched his chest and back with all his strength. He had charged at him screaming and crying. When his hands were occasionally freed, he had even risked his life trying to strangle him.

Even if he got beaten and raped, if resisting changed even the slightest thing, he would gladly do it. If he could create even the tiniest crack in Choi Junghan, if he could even minutely alter the angle of the decisions he made, he would do it a hundred times, a thousand times.

Yet despite all those actions, nothing changed. Choi Junghan was someone he could not change. He was someone he could not shake. No matter what he did, the outcome was always the same.

Choi Junghan showed only two reactions to his resistance. Beating him, or raping him. Yet even while inflicting those two punishments, his eyes remained the same as always. A sticky, affectionate gaze as if they were lovers. Because that gentle look and the acts he committed with his hands didn’t match at all, every time he faced him, chills ran endlessly down his spine.

With that gaze, he meticulously cared for him. He washed him personally and tried to feed him food and water. Sometimes he would lie beside him, patting his chest and singing. That damn lullaby again.

And every time, Choi Junghan’s touch felt alien. Several times he thought that merciless penetrating sex would be better.

It wasn’t about whether the caring touch was skilled or not. When listing the acts he did for him, they were all things that could only be done with affection—utterly human. Yet the problem was that his touch never felt like it was directed at a living person.

Like a three-year-old playing with a doll. Or like a child who doesn’t understand emotions putting a leash on a dog and dragging it around for fun.

Would that description fit? It was hard to describe Choi Junghan’s creepy touch with any words, but anyway, he cared for him with that kind of touch. It felt less like acts meant to keep him alive and nurture him, and more like maintenance.

After playing with him to his heart’s content, oiling him for lubrication; after playing with him to his heart’s content, keeping him alive so he wouldn’t die; after playing with him to his heart’s content, thoroughly washing the now-dirty toy again…

While he wielded him however he pleased, he could only endure like a soulless wooden puppet. The ceaseless repeated rapes melted not only his physical strength but also the core of his mind little by little. Those vicious acts couldn’t touch what would never change inside him, but they were more than enough to rob him of the ability to think, worry, or imagine about the present and near future.

It felt like his head was emptying completely. He couldn’t think of anything. When Choi Junghan pushed, he was simply dragged along. He had to be thrust into whatever position and angle he wanted, accepting him.

When spreading his legs in strange postures and being rocked in regular rhythm, sometimes it even felt like the bright red anger inside him was gradually blurring. That was how destructive Choi Junghan’s rapes were. They had the power to make him forget his current situation.

No, in truth, perhaps the anger was still right there in place. It just couldn’t find the chance to burn inside a body that was being miserably destroyed, like a flame deprived of oxygen.

A surge of murderous intent welled up. His chest heaved with rough breaths. Silently staring at his wrists—purple with bruises from being bound for who knows how many days—he dragged the heavy shackle and moved toward the desk.