LLU 36

Then at some point, he raised the level of pressure for the sake of his own amusement. Even as the lab rat—its belly slit open, entrails fully exposed—screamed and screamed that it could no longer endure, he no longer showed any intention of stopping this insane experiment.

“But now that you’ve seen this, how does our Un feel? Doesn’t your protective instinct surge up again?”

His soft voice pretended to be calm, but now I could hear the glee surging beyond it.

“Your mother is different from you. Beautiful but fragile. She doesn’t have that fierce venom like you, the kind that fights back tooth and nail. One poke and she’d tear, right? Like a petal.”

“…If you touch my mom, I really won’t leave you alone!”

Clank. The shackle made a loud noise. Like lightning, I rose and grabbed him by the collar where he stood at my feet. My body had barely been able to stand properly, but now, with reason completely severed, I was in a trance.

“Oh my.”

Choi Junghan, grabbed by the collar, smiled brightly and raised both hands.

“I apologize. It seems I underestimated your filial piety.”

“You son of a bitch! Even if I have to die, someday I’ll kill you. You son of a bitch!”

Seeing him raise his eyebrows slyly made a heavy emotion boil up inside me. Murderous intent. That was the only way to describe the emotion that finally exploded from the burnt-out wick of my heart.

I swung my fists wildly. I struck his shoulders like dead wood, his chest, his neck. I tried to hit his face, but he immediately seized both my wrists. Once again, confronted with his overwhelming strength that rendered my very existence powerless, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“What the hell do you want from me! You fucking bastard! Why are you blackmailing me, what more do you want me to do here!”

My wretched wailing voice cracked into fragments. Tears streamed down and gathered at the tip of my chin.

“You’re already playing with me however you want. You’re sucking me dry down to the marrow and devouring me! So why, what more do you want…!”

“You’re finally asking the question I most wanted to hear.”

Choi Junghan smiled with a satisfied face.

“That’s right. I don’t need to persuade you. There’s no need to blackmail someone like you, still reeking of mother’s milk, with documents like these.”

“Then…!”

“Nevertheless, the reason I insist on shaking you to your very roots is this.”

He brought the wrist he was holding to his own crotch. Moving his hand slowly, he used my palm to rub his groin thickly and deliberately.

“It’s fun. Playing with you like this.”

His eyes, fixed on me as if nailed in place, gleamed with a strange light.

“So I want to enjoy some other sides of you too. Your daily habit of biting and scratching your owner is cute, sure, but still.”

His soft yet sinister voice slithered into my ear like a snake. The throbbing flesh in my palm felt grotesque. Enough to make my skin crawl.

“For example… you crawling over first, acting cute and begging me to let you suck my cock.”

“…Crazy bastard. Filthy bastard.”

“Or our Un spreading his own hole and pleading desperately for me to fuck him, something like that.”

I violently shook off his hand. My breath came in gasps as if I had sprinted at full speed. Trying to steady my breathing, I glared at him with every ounce of murderous intent I possessed.

“…You really are out of your mind.”

My vision rose and fell with each pant. I felt dizzy.

“You… why, to me… why on earth….”

How many times had I thrown this question at Choi Junghan? Would I ever get an answer to it? No, probably never, not even in the future.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell in drops. In my blurred vision, I gritted my teeth and glared at him. So that the hatred toward him wouldn’t be buried under the slowly encroaching fear. If that happened, I felt I would give up everything and collapse right here.

“Why are you acting so weak, Oon-ah. Weren’t you going to kill me? Crying over just this much?”

He swept my tear-streaked cheek with a gentle touch.

“Well, if you’re trying to turn me on, I’ll gladly fall for it. Just seeing your crying face makes my cock rock-hard like I’m on drugs.”

I couldn’t believe it. I wished this were a very long, horrible dream. Really, how good would it be if it were. If this hand stroking me were an illusion. If the cold metal sensation around my ankle were a lie.

If, when I opened my eyes, I could see the old, rain-stained ceiling of my house again. If I could go back to living a poor but somewhat peaceful life with just my mother. If I could return to the routine of reluctantly waking up every morning, going to school, and coming home, then I felt I could give up half my soul for that…

However.

“What are you doing? Kneel.”

The devil sitting before me was now saying there was no going back to how things were. The anxiety and curse-like premonition you’re feeling right now is reality. You have to accept it now. So open your eyes and face reality.

“I promise… you son of a bitch.”

My voice cracked hoarsely. Beyond my constantly blurring vision, his form wavered like a ghost.

“…If by any chance you touch my mother after doing this to me… no matter what it takes, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you and go to prison. No, I’ll die too.”

To Choi Junghan, those words held as much meaning as trash discarded on the roadside. They sounded utterly pathetic even to my own ears. A threat made by a lab rat already laid out on the dissection table, belly splayed open with all its entrails exposed.

But at least to me, it was sincere. For the first time today, I truly wanted to kill Choi Junghan. It wasn’t the vague, momentary hatred I had felt countless times before. The murderous intent toward him was finally taking on concrete form and writhing inside me.

Choi Junghan laughed out loud cheerfully.

“Of course. How could I refuse when my cute little brother asks so adorably?”

He gladly accepted my invalid threat. Wrapping the wretched word “promise” in the disgusting packaging of “request.”

He reached out and slowly stroked my head. A perfume scent—poisonous like a curse yet at the same time mesmerizing—wafted from his wrist. His hand glided through my hair, brushed my earlobe, and settled on my shoulder.

“Everything depends on you.”

His whispering baritone was as cunning as a snake’s.

“As long as you show sincerity, your mother will be safe.”

The firm pressure on my shoulder gently urged me.

Beyond my hazy vision, the wavering form suddenly sharpened. When I let all the tears fall, I saw a smile so handsome it made me want to kill him.

Slowly, I lowered my knees. Down, further down, my eye level dropped. Past his thick neck and shoulders. Finally, my gaze landed on his crotch.

Humiliation weighed heavily on my bare knees. Right now, wearing not even a thread, I was abjectly kneeling to suck Choi Junghan’s cock.

“Do it yourself.”

He spoke in a kind tone. If this was a ploy to crush my dignity, it was succeeding. It would have been better if he had shouted, cursed, and hit me. Choi Junghan’s hand stroking my hair was sweet and tender, as if he were a lover.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Shaking off the last tears clinging to my lashes, I placed my hand on his belt. My trembling fingers undid the buckle. When the metallic sound struck my ears heavily.

“With your mouth.”

A short command came down. I bit my lip hard and released it. I slowly placed the hands that had undone his belt back on my knees.

I pressed my mouth to his groin. I barely caught the small zipper between my teeth. It wasn’t easy. I kept missing it several times, and soon my chin was wet with saliva. Now the hideous sex organ—whose weight and texture I knew all too well—was fiercely swollen, straining against the fabric as if about to tear through, making the revulsion even stronger.

“Huu, uuu….”

My breath grew short, and moans leaked out naturally. I contorted my eyes to suppress the rising nausea.

After drooling profusely and pulling open the pants, only the briefs remained—already soaked wet at the tip. Seeing the blatant outline, the end poking out slightly upward, I shuddered. Choi Junghan, who had been fondling my earlobe, let out a short laugh.

“Why. Thinking about putting cock in your mouth got you excited?”

“…Shut up.”

I glared up at him and spat fiercely. Normally, a slap would have flown for acting so insolent.

But Choi Junghan didn’t seem to have any intention of hitting me today. If he had forced his sex into my mouth while beating me, it would have felt less miserable than this.

The fact that he refused to mix in even the slightest nuance of rape made him no different from a devil. He was determined to make me perform this filthy act entirely of my own volition.

I caught the waistband of the briefs between my teeth and slowly pulled the fabric down. Coarse pubic hair scraped roughly against my nose and cheeks. The confined sex sprang free and slapped my forehead and eye area.

Even though I had taken it in my mouth countless times before, my breath caught as if seeing it for the first time. I squeezed my eyes shut with a sigh. And opened my mouth.

“What are you doing? At that size, not even an ant’s cock would fit.”

Mockery flew at me. Cursing inwardly, I widened my open mouth. But I could feel it was nowhere near enough to take the flesh pressing right against my lips. My mouth wasn’t particularly large to begin with.

I barely managed to take the tip of the glans. Salty fluid flowed endlessly, wetting my mouth. Forcing my already aching jaw open wider, I shoved the shaft inside. The sensation of thick veins scraping against the mucous membrane was chillingly vivid.

“Ha….”

A languid breath burst from above. I tried not to hear anything. I wouldn’t think anything. I would focus solely on making him ejaculate…

Carefully, I pulled the shaft out of my mouth and pushed it back in. The heavily erect sex grew even harder. Just as I was about to mechanically repeat pulling out and thrusting in.

The long, thick flesh—now like a weapon—stabbed deep into the back of my throat. He had lightly thrust his hips upward.

“…Ugh, kuh!”