LLU 52

“You have to show how deliciously you take the cock your hyung gives you, right? Make the same face you usually make when we fuck. Hm?”

“Ah! Aah, hah, ah, it hurts!”

“Every time I thrust in, you open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and beg for hyung’s dick like a bitch in heat, haha, so fucking desperately.”

Mad laughter floated around my ears. Eyes gleaming with an inhuman light stared at my face strangely.

Every time he moved his hips, it felt like someone was chopping down on my body with an axe. It didn’t feel like I was being raped—it felt like I was being beaten. The body slamming into me so violently that it was hard to endure felt as massive as a mountain. The existence crushing me down was so overwhelming that tears kept coming out involuntarily.

Thud, thud! Indecently filthy sounds burst out continuously. Those sounds, regardless of my will, mixed with the near-screams leaking from my mouth and filled the entire room. The thought that this disgusting noise—so repulsive I wanted to rip my own ears out—was also entering Kim Junwoo’s ears made me truly want to die right there on the spot.

“Spread your legs more.”

“Ah, th-there, no…!”

The moment he grabbed my right ankle, a scream burst out. Imagining the grip that would soon clamp down hard on my left ankle made me feel like I would faint on the spot. But Choi Junghan, who had playfully narrowed his eyes, grabbed my calf instead of my left ankle and lifted it up.

His cock plunged in—deep, deep—slowly yet powerfully stirring inside. In time with his movements, my abnormally swollen left ankle dangled helplessly in the air.

“It hurts! It hurts, please, don’t shake it…!”

I flailed my arms and wailed wretchedly. It hurt so much that cold sweat poured down. Every time he moved, the pain striking my ankle, the pain of my bottom being torn apart—everything rushed at me like evil spirits trying to rip my body to shreds and vaporize my soul.

“Wanna cling to me? Oon-ah.”

He smiled brightly. Lowering his body, he whispered into my ear while untying my hands.

From long experience, I knew that when sex became painful, if I grabbed his neck and held on, Choi Junghan would show a much gentler attitude. But today, I didn’t want to do that. Rather than clinging to him in front of Kim Junwoo, it would be better to just bite my tongue and die right here.

“Say that hyung’s cock feels so good, beg me to keep fucking you.”

“Hah, ugh, fuck off, you fucking bastard.”

I gritted my teeth and chewed out the curse. The fact that I had already shown Kim Junwoo every shameful thing there was to show was so despairing it stole away my reason. Even if I bent and submitted now, all those unspeakable humiliations and tearful moments wouldn’t just disappear.

I had shown my long-time friend the sight of me being treated like an animal by my stepbrother. Kim Junwoo and I could never go back to how we were before. It was a miserably certain conviction.

I spat with all my rage. Thwack—the anger I spat with every ounce of strength stuck to his face.

“Yeah, that’s more like our Oon.”

Smiling, he wiped the saliva off his face with his hand.

“Even with a broken ankle, even while getting drilled in front of your friend, you’re still thrashing around so energetically.”

“You fucking son of a bitch whore. Drop dead and fall into hell, you inhuman piece of shit.”

I raised my hand and slapped his cheek as hard as I could, hard enough to sting my own palm. Smack! Along with the bursting sound, a bright red mark remained where I had struck, yet Choi Junghan didn’t even stagger—didn’t waver at all. The body occupying me was like a solid rock that no raging wave could wash away.

“That’s why I love you so much.”

He spoke in a soft voice, still smiling as if it were all amusing. But the hand that soon violently seized my hair was merciless and rough, completely unlike his face.

Thud! The sudden thrust made a scream burst out automatically. Unlike earlier, when he had slowly stirred inside with wet, squelching sounds for the purpose of humiliating me, his hip movements now turned brutally fast and violent.

He drove into me so relentlessly I couldn’t even breathe. The memory of slapping his cheek and spitting on him just seconds ago vanished like an ebbing tide in an instant.

Even as I flailed so wildly I could barely keep my eyes open, I absolutely refused to wrap my arms around his neck. No matter how cruelly his sadistic movements measured my limits, I endured by clawing at the floor until my nails tore.

The storm-like thrusting stopped. Soon after, something hot burst inside me. It was a sensation so sadly familiar.

“Ugh, aah, ha, ahh… ngh.”

The insides of my thighs trembled like spasms. The feeling of liquid trickling down between my buttocks was as creepy and chilling as bugs crawling. My chest heaved rapidly in time with my panting breaths.

Choi Junghan rubbed his cock against the inside of my thigh to wipe it clean, then adjusted his pants. As if nothing had happened, he was once again neatly dressed.

He lightly patted my buttocks with his palm. Bringing two fingers together, he pushed the thick, endlessly flowing liquid back inside. It was an unbearably playful gesture.

“Oh dear, what if it spills? I went through all the trouble to fill you up.”

“…Let him go now.”

I weakly kicked at Choi Junghan’s shoulder with the sole of my right foot. But even that simply fell to the floor. I had neither the strength nor the energy left to push away the man who toyed with my body at will.

“…Kim Junwoo, please let him go.”

A sobbing cry mixed into my voice. No more suppressed shouts came from Kim Junwoo. Only rough, hissing breaths puffed out. Lacking the courage to look at his face, I stubbornly turned away from him.

“Haa… Oon-ah.”

Choi Junghan suddenly let out a sigh. Sweeping his hair back, the low gaze he shot me was icy.

“Does our Oon really not understand a man’s heart at all? How can you worry only about your friend like that in front of the hyung who thinks of you this way?”

“…What?”

“This isn’t fair. It hurts my feelings too much.”

Every word coming from his mouth left me speechless. Him—perfectly dressed, only unzipping to casually rape me—and me—completely naked, unable to wear even a thread, raped by my hyung in front of my lifelong friend. The concepts of fair and unfair simply could not apply to this relationship.

Strength unconsciously entered my body, which had been unable to move even a finger. I abruptly sat up and glared fiercely at him.

“What more do you want? You already did whatever the fuck you wanted! What else am I supposed to do!”

“Hm, I’d like your friend to suffer from jealousy the way I do. That would make it fair, don’t you think? What does Oon think?”

“What are you saying! Fuck, just speak clearly!”

“You already know.”

Unlike me screaming at the top of my lungs, Choi Junghan’s tone was utterly calm. He pulled away from me, picked up the pliers he had thrown aside, and slowly walked toward Kim Junwoo.

“You already know what you have to do to change my mind, don’t you, Oon-ah.”

With my friend’s ankle ready to be snapped at any moment, Choi Junghan spoke in the gentlest voice in the world. The way he looked down at me, the tone of his voice—it was exactly like a lover’s, and it sent a chill through my gut. It felt like something inhuman was imitating a human.

I hated myself. I hated that I understood his words. I hated knowing something I would rather not know—that because I already once knelt before him and sucked his cock to save my mother.

I hated how horribly incompetent I was, able to do nothing except take whatever method Choi Junghan deigned to throw at me like charity. And yet I…

“Promise me. If I… do everything, you’ll let Kim Junwoo go.”

…I had no choice but to make the same choice again in front of the man who knew my reverse scale.

In that moment I realized once more. Breaking my ankle could never count as punishment. Raping me in front of Kim Junwoo had been nothing more than light venting. The real punishment he truly wanted to inflict on me and Kim Junwoo was for me to cling to Choi Junghan of my own will. In front of this kid watching.

“It depends on how well you do.”

“Send him right away… Promise me.”

I looked straight up into his face and said it. I could not go through with this act in front of an uncertain promise.

I hadn’t known this filthy relationship would stretch on so long and stubbornly. I hadn’t known there was someone who could catch me so easily after I fled this far. I hadn’t known he would use Kim Junwoo too, not satisfied with just me, to threaten and blackmail. It had been my mistake—daring to contact Kim Junwoo carelessly because I missed the warmth of a person and affection. It was all my fault.

So the responsibility was also mine. I could not bear to watch this pitiful kid who had come all this way just for me get hurt because of me. This disgusting relationship between me and Choi Junghan had to end between the two of us. Even if it meant I could never… see Kim Junwoo’s face again.

Choi Junghan, who had been quietly staring at me, silently stretched his lips into a longer smile.

“Fine. I promise. If you satisfy me, I’ll let your friend go without laying a single finger on him.”

Finally he gave a clear commitment.

From Kim Junwoo—who had fallen silent for a moment as if stunned—a muffled, desperate scream burst out. Because I could guess the content of that wordless, wretched cry, my resolve only hardened further.

I lifted my lowered gaze and looked at Choi Junghan’s face. I clenched my trembling fist tightly. Until this act was over—no matter what, even if I died and came back to life—I would never look at Kim Junwoo’s face.

In this moment, my self was already dead.

My heart, hardened solid, did not tremble. Because of my left ankle I couldn’t even kneel properly. I had to crawl forward using my palms against the floor.

Dragging my ankle that dangled like it didn’t belong to me, gritting my teeth against the pain, I crawled toward Choi Junghan standing beside Kim Junwoo. Every time I crawled forward naked on my knees, semen that had flowed down from my back hole along my thighs dripped—plop, plop—onto the floor, leaving white, filthy trails.

When I finally reached Choi Junghan, he smiled kindly and whispered.

“Start.”

The hand stroking my head as if praising me for crawling all this way was gentle. I did not knock away Choi Junghan’s touch. Like someone who felt nothing, I silently raised my hand and undid his belt buckle.

The pants he had undone with his own hand to rape me—I was now taking them off of my own will. I pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs in one go. Holding his half-erect member with both hands, I held my breath for a moment… And then.

“Uuk! Uuk! Uuk!”

From the side burst a wretched scream. Startled by the shockingly loud sound, despite my earlier resolve, I reflexively turned my head toward Kim Junwoo.

Our eyes met. With Choi Junghan’s cock stuffed fully into my mouth. At a distance close enough to reach if I stretched out my hand.