LLU 37

“Really such a pathetic whore.”

A bored voice condemned me. As he said, I was pathetically unskilled. Until now, I had never needed to learn this insane act. I had taken his thing in my mouth countless times, but it had always been his one-sided violence, never my will.

“Open your throat wider and lower your tongue.”

A languid voice commanded. Because a chillingly sinister heat hid behind the seemingly relaxed tone, I reflexively obeyed his words.

My stiffened tongue wrapped around the shaft and sucked firmly. As he guided my head back and forth with his hand, a lewd sucking sound burst out of my mouth. My throat tightened hard on its own from the nausea.

“Ugh, kuh, huuk….”

Tears that had paused for a moment flowed again down the thick tear tracks on my cheeks. My mouth was a mess of tears, saliva, and the thin fluid spat from his sex.

An emotion I couldn’t define surged up violently. It was heavier than humiliation and dirtier than despair. But it didn’t matter. The vicious grip that clenched so hard had to remain on my hair from now on. Not on a mother as fragile as a petal.

I was not the unparalleled filial son Choi Junghan had mocked me as. If anything, I was closer to an indifferent son.

The feeling toward her—closer to indebtedness than mere gratitude—had weighed on me since I was very young, and that was why the secret dream I had harbored for so long was none other than independence.

While feeling pity for my mother who had recklessly given birth to and raised me at a young age, deep in my heart I wanted to escape from her. More precisely, I wanted to lift from her the weight of myself that had bound her for so long. My mother was still young and beautiful enough, so I wished we could part ways now—after I had held her back her whole life—and live our separate lives.

However, all those emotions were separate from the condition Choi Junghan had used as blackmail. Kneeling before him right now and sucking his cock was not a path I had chosen because I was some especially devoted son thinking of my mother.

From the beginning, there had been only one path. Even if I ignored his proposal here, there was no guarantee my mother would be safe. Choi Junghan had pretended to give me a choice while driving both me and my mother into a corner.

Beyond the path was a pitch-black cliff. So I had no choice but to walk that precarious, narrow road. Even while knowing full well what awaited me at its end.

The thick shaft moved rhythmically in and out of my mouth. At some point, Choi Junghan’s hand had left me. He simply exhaled heated breaths and looked down at me with satisfied eyes. Right now, in this moment, I was thoroughly of my own will sucking Choi Junghan’s cock.

“…Huu, uu….”

Without realizing it, I raised my hand and grasped Choi Junghan’s thigh. Hugging his thick leg, I moved my head and continued the oral sex as if clinging to him.

The despair from realizing I had fallen all the way to the abyss swelled until it muffled everything. So I couldn’t endure it. Before everything collapsed completely, I had to hold on to something—anything.

He generously tolerated my desperate movements. His soft hand kept stroking my forehead and hair. The kinder his gestures became, strangely, the more tears kept flowing.

I want to kill him.

I thought that the entire time I was sucking his cock.

Yes, someday that day would come. This arrogant body and face would be ruined because of me. He too would someday feel a despair greater than what I had felt.

Until then, I would endure. I would silently obey every filthy thing Choi Junghan ordered me to do while using my mother’s safety as collateral, holding my breath and waiting. If the day came when I could drag him into the abyss, if such an opportunity arose… I would not hesitate to shove him deep into the pit.

“Yes, just like that.”

A satisfied breath burst from above. Stroking my head, he praised me in a sweet voice.

“You’re doing well.”

His praise was poison-laced candy. The touch that forced something I had never wanted into my mouth was tender.

By stripping off Choi Junghan’s pants myself and taking his sex into my mouth, by opening my mouth wider as he commanded, and by receiving praise for the act… I had finally become the whore he had brainwashed me into being, repeating it over and over.

Choi Junghan pulled his sex out of my mouth and gently gripped my hair. Hot liquid sprayed across my eyes, nose, and cheeks. With my eyes squeezed shut, I fully felt the filthy sensation of the fluid dripping down.

Tears flowed endlessly. It hurt my heart more than when he had beaten me badly, more than when I had been raped for the first time.

“Huk, huu….”

Choi Junghan knelt and gently lifted me as I sobbed. The warmth touching me made my stomach churn violently. I tried to push him away, but Choi Junghan handled my struggling as if it were familiar.

A loud clank came from the shackled ankle. Choi Junghan laid me on the bed and picked up the gel left on the nightstand. He immediately coated his fingers with gel and pushed them into the hole.

My waist jerked hard. My buttocks clenched tightly, but the entrance—abused for days—accepted two fingers without much resistance.

After carelessly probing my back a couple of times, he pulled his hand out right away and aligned the blunt tip of his sex against the wrinkled entrance. His cock, which had been half-flaccid after ejaculating, was already standing firm again.

The endless sexual desire made my breath catch. The moment I tried to close my legs in struggle, something thick and hot thrust inside.

“…Ahk!”

My head snapped back. My ribs shuddered like they were seizing. Just as I raised the hand clutching the sheet to desperately push against Choi Junghan’s chest.

While buried inside me, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Seeing my phone in Choi Junghan’s hand, I opened my eyes wide.

“Now then, before your admirable resolve fades, you should call your mother.”

“What…?”

“She must be worried since you haven’t contacted her in so long.”

At the same time as the devil’s gentle urging, everything before my eyes went white. On the screen floated a name that should never have appeared in this situation.

Without thinking, I reached out. The farther I leaned, the farther Choi Junghan pulled his hand back. I struggled to snatch the phone from him, but the speakerphone ringtone steadily filled the room.

“Stop it, you crazy bastard! What the hell are you…!”

At that moment, the call connected.

—Oon-ah! What’s the matter, you’re actually calling.

A familiar, high-pitched voice burst brightly through the receiver.

I froze like stone, eyes wide open. My mind—already filled with humiliation—completely shut down. Right now, with the call connected, Choi Junghan was buried deep inside me.

Cold sweat streamed down my spine. Just how far would this madman’s demonic behavior go? No—did he even have a limit? How far would he go just to toy with me alone…?

Not content with raping me by force, he had threatened my mother’s safety and even made me perform oral sex. That was what Choi Junghan had done to me, his soon-to-be stepbrother.

Yet he wasn’t satisfied there. Solely for his own amusement, he had thrust his sex inside my body and dialed my mother.

‘What are you doing? You should greet her.’

The devil on top of me smiled faintly and mouthed the words.

“…….”

I couldn’t say anything. I glared at him, gritting my teeth and trying to push his shoulders away, but it was useless. Instead, he subtly pressed his lower body down, penetrating even deeper.

The thick, long thing pushed in mercilessly, deeper and deeper. I barely held back the scream that nearly escaped, enduring with all my patience as I shuddered.

I closed my eyelids and tried to swallow the pain and heat. More than the tearing pain below, my chest—crushed by just a fragment of my mother’s voice—was far more painful and agonizing. If I opened my mouth, sobs would leak out immediately. Even though now was not the time for a tearful reunion with my mother over the phone.

The last conversation I had with her was when I stubbornly refused to stay at Chairman Choi’s house, and several days had passed without a single call. How much had she been searching for me in that time?

—Hello? Un-ah, are you listening? Really, even when you finally call after so long, you’re so curt.

…But something was strange.

My mother’s voice was excessively light. It wasn’t the mother who had been consumed with worry and tears just days ago, raging in panic.

—You’re staying together at Junghan’s officetel, right? Even though Junghan told me in advance, still—you should have called your mom at least once. What’s so fun that you don’t even contact me? You’re already in college and starting to neglect me.

Choi Junghan had already taken care of things in advance.

My mother chattered on in a sulky voice. I didn’t even know what emotion I should feel. Should I consider it fortunate that she wasn’t worried sick? It seemed my mind was starting to go a little crazy.

—No matter what, don’t drink too much or party too hard. No matter how fun dating is, son, you have to protect what needs protecting. Ahem, ahem… you understand, right?

“Dating… business…?”

What my mother was saying sounded like complete alien speech. I barely managed to ask back in a fading voice.

—Yes. Junghan gave me a little hint. Said you’ve been so busy going out every day lately. Honestly, raising a son is useless in the end, isn’t it? Still, no matter how much you like your girlfriend, come visit Mom at the hospital sometimes too—don’t make me feel neglected.

A hollow laugh escaped. At the end of the short breath came a choked sob. I pressed down hard on the surging emotions to calm them, squeezing my eyes shut. If I looked any longer at Choi Junghan smiling in front of me, I felt my mind would completely collapse.

“…….”

—Come by before the semester starts. Otherwise I might forget what my son looks like. Honestly, Mom was worried… you seemed really shocked last time. Worried some guy might be hitting your face again, or that the house burned down like that.

My mother’s voice gradually grew somber. Just as I was about to open my mouth to say something, Choi Junghan—who had been quietly buried inside me—thrust his hips up sharply.

“…Euk!”

A violent sensation struck my lower abdomen. My vision shook entirely. In that moment, it was a miracle I managed to raise my hand and cover my mouth.

As I glared at him murderously and shook my head, Choi Junghan’s lips stretched into a wide grin. Locking eyes with his heated gaze, he slowly rolled his pressed hips. The monstrous cock wriggled, churning inside my stomach. A breath I couldn’t hold back leaked from my mouth.

—But since Junghan is with you, I feel a bit relieved. He’ll help you a lot until you start college anyway.

“Euk, kuh….”

Choi Junghan slowly pulled his sex out and then thrust it back in hard. The thick veins bulging menacingly on the shaft scraped roughly against the inner walls as they plunged in.

The moment my sensitive spot was precisely stimulated, an ominous urge to urinate surged up. I nearly screamed into the phone.

—Hello? Oon-ah, are you there?

“Yes, I, huut, I’m… listening.”

I barely answered while suppressing my gasps. My lips trembled, and the hand clutching the sheet turned pale white. My patience—stimulated to its limit—teetered precariously before my eyes.

—Why does your voice sound like that? Is something wrong?

“Huu, no, …I just bumped my foot.”

A single tear streamed down my reddened, chafed eye corner. I shook my head at Choi Junghan in pleading. Isn’t this enough? How long are you going to torment me?

“I’ll take good care of Un.”

Choi Junghan, who had turned off the speaker, leisurely brought the phone to his ear.

“Of course. Don’t worry too much, and please take good care of yourself until the birth.”

His low, gentle voice was more than trustworthy enough to others. How much relief must my mother have felt hearing those words before hanging up? Having lost all will to fight, I stared blankly at the monster imitating a human.