LLU 65

“You, hng, ugh…, don’t even know what it feels like to be hurt, do you?”

The movement stopped abruptly. However, unlike in the hospital room where he had frozen without a twitch, this time Choi Junghan quickly regained that disgusting composure. From behind me came the sound of a small snort.

“Going to spout that again? Go ahead, try it.”

“Normal people feel sad when their gifts are rejected. They get hurt…, they feel wounded.”

I deliberately put emphasis on the word “normal people.” To insult him, I filled my voice with contempt and disgust.

“You don’t know those emotions… haa, so the only way you can act is like this. Am I wrong?”

“Yes, Oon-ah. I don’t know those emotions.”

Choi Junghan muttered that while leisurely moving his hips as if enjoying it. He pulled all the way out and then thrust back in, repeating the motion. As if punishing me for saying insolent things, the thrusting was cruel and merciless.

Thump! Along with the sound, my insides jolted sharply. For a moment, the flesh on the inside of my thighs trembled uncontrollably. I gritted my teeth and endured the surging urge to ejaculate.

When I lowered my head, I could see the thin fluid that had gathered at the tip of my member dripping down onto the sheet in a stream. I squeezed my eyes shut at the horrific sight. I resented my body for reacting while being subjected to behavior lower than human.

“But I can still make you eat something delicious, no matter what method it takes.”

“…Ah! Hng, fuck, stop it…!”

“Isn’t that enough? Oon-ah.”

The soft, sweet voice no longer carried any trace of the confusion from that day. My hope that I could shake Choi Junghan’s existence had turned into vain dust and blown away. I thought I had found a gap to topple the impregnable man… but he truly was not someone who could be brought down easily.

I swallowed the sobs that kept rising in my throat. The more violently he thrust, the more thin fluid leaked out of me in streams. Eventually, even ejaculate spurted out, and I clutched the sheet so hard my fingers felt like they would break.

For now, I decided to give up on hurting him. There was no way a real conversation with Choi Junghan was possible anyway… Instead, I simply wished for this time to pass quickly. I bit my lips hard enough to taste the sharp, fishy flavor of blood and endured the dreadful moment.

Perhaps bored because he could no longer draw satisfying reactions from me, Choi Junghan pulled his member all the way out. He picked up the remaining cake on the table, crushed it mercilessly in his hand, and began shoving it back into my hole again.

“Hng, mmph…!”

“This cake must taste really good. As soon as I fed it to you, you even came with your cock.”

“St… op. I just… came…!”

“Eat a lot. Oon-ah. I’ll buy more tomorrow.”

He laughed in a pleasant low tone. The cream and soft bread thickly coating his fingers were forced inside relentlessly. My body, which had barely recovered, had become hypersensitive and silently screamed.

Choi Junghan smeared the cream on his palm haphazardly over my buttocks. After indulging in that vulgar teasing for a while, he grabbed my waist again and slammed his member in repeatedly.

His scorching-hot member stirred my inner walls freely. The bread filling my insides made sticky sounds as it was crushed by his fierce thrusts. Every time he buried himself so deep that his testicles slapped wetly against my buttocks, I could feel the fruit juice that had been pushed out streaming down.

“Ah…! Ah, hng, ugh…!”

My jaw trembled. Hot heat seeped through my tightly closed eyelids. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax my entire body. Since cursing or thrashing was useless, I decided not to resist anymore. I did not want to show him the sight of me crying in humiliation.

It will all pass. No matter what Choi Junghan does like this, it is just his perverse kink—it has nothing to do with my dignity. I repeated those words to myself like self-hypnosis, engraving them deeply. Otherwise, I could not endure it.

It will all pass, and I…

I can endure it. I must endure it.

To take revenge on Choi Junghan.

The months I spent pouring all my effort into acting to deceive Choi Junghan were not solely invested in the shareholders’ meeting performance. Because I knew better than anyone that just putting on that show at the meeting would not completely destroy him.

Choi Junghan may have laughed off my vow to throw him into the gutter, but at that moment I was one hundred percent sincere.

I had already infiltrated his company and even the shareholders’ meeting. That meant completely bidding farewell to the last lingering attachment to my family—the one that had been tied to my internal and external well-being. I had thrown myself into it, prepared for the worst: being locked in a psychiatric hospital or being killed by Choi Junghan.

So now there is nothing left to lose, nothing left to fear.

My revenge—while I am being wrecked so utterly—is still not over.

My thick consciousness gradually thinned.

At some point my mind had already cleared rapidly, but I did not open my eyes rashly. Choi Junghan always stays awake until I am fully asleep, and he often works instead of going straight to bed right away.

Now Choi Junghan lies beside me every night as if it is natural. I wonder when was the last time he slept in his own bedroom.

The Choi Junghan who used to readily remove the shackles when I whined that my ankle felt heavy is hard to find now, but the act of holding me in his arms to sleep has remained unchanged. The only difference is that the place where he sleeps has moved from his room to the room where I live.

I did not open my eyes right away but tried to sense the surroundings with my entire body. If Choi Junghan were awake and I opened my eyes, that day would be wasted.

“…….”

But all I heard was small, even breathing.

I slowly opened my eyes in the darkness.

It must be around three in the morning. For several days I had always woken up around this time. No, to be precise, I had trained myself over many days to wake up at this hour. I wanted a time when Choi Junghan was deeply asleep yet I could think clearly and act lucidly.

My repeated training paid off; my expectation was not wrong. Three twelve. My eyes, accustomed to the dark, read the expected time from the clock on the wall.

I turned my head slowly and cautiously. The hand that had been patting my chest had now fallen limply onto the mattress. Choi Junghan, lying facing forward, appeared to be in very deep sleep.

Just in case, I watched him for more than three minutes. With his mouth closed, breathing softly through his nose, sleeping without a sound or expression—his profile.

But no matter how long I watched, Choi Junghan remained exactly the same. From months of sharing bodies with him, I was certain he would not wake easily.

And I intuited it.

Today would be the day of my second revenge.

I was grateful that the opportunity had come sooner than expected. I took a silent deep breath, then very slowly raised my body.

My heart pounded loudly like a drum—thump, thump—but I tried to calmly settle my agitated mind. Even if he woke up hearing a sound, I could just say I got up because I was thirsty.

I focused all my attention solely on holding the chain so it would not clank. After painstaking, tearful effort, my feet finally touched the floor.

Moving slowly and cautiously, my gaze remained entirely fixed on Choi Junghan. Fortunately, while I moved like a turtle, he showed no sign of waking from his deep sleep.

It took more than ten minutes just to get fully off the bed and crouch down. While moving sluggishly in the darkness, thick beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I stepped on the chain with my soles to muffle the sound and slowly slid my hand under the bed.

I was not naive enough to hide something in the open space beneath the bed. Gritting my teeth, I reached out. I felt along the edge covered by the mattress cover and found the hole I had made last time.

Over the past few months, Choi Junghan had neglected to monitor me closely. That was his second blunder—completely fooled by my pathetic act. By pretending every day to be the fool who could not live without following him to the company, I gradually lowered his guard.

The chain that had once bound me tightly alternated between being on my ankle and being removed. One weekend when Choi Junghan, who had worked all night and held me until then, briefly fell into a nap, I walked to the kitchen with my free ankle, found a knife, and succeeded in hiding it under the bed.

I knew he sometimes checked the surveillance cameras, but he did not watch them during the time he spent with me. He had used CCTV usefully only until I began fully entering and exiting his company.

There was only one reason I had not used this knife until now. I needed certainty. Not about whether he was a human deserving of death or incapacitation. It was certainty about myself—whether I could swing this knife without hesitation.

And the vague hatred and murderous intent gradually hardened into certainty day by day. After the shareholders’ meeting, I became certain. My effort to ruin Choi Junghan by betting everything had not even lasted a week. The world revolved around him as if nothing had happened. Only I was back in the same place. As if this was exactly where I belonged.

Finally, I felt the gap.

Trying not to let my breathing roughen, I poked two fingers in and searched. Since I could not bury it deeply, the knife handle was quickly touched.

I grasped the knife stuck in the mattress and pulled it out with force. The moment the coldly sharpened blade came clearly into view, I shuddered.

This would be the price for raping me in front of Kim Junwoo and breaking my ankle. With a chillingly settled gaze, I gripped the handle tightly. In the dawn air, the blue-gleaming blade was brought toward Choi Junghan’s ankle.

If I stabbed with the knife, Choi Junghan would wake up. Therefore, I had to sever his ankle before that. Even if I could not physically separate foot from ankle, the goal was to inflict irreversible damage to the Achilles tendon or muscles.

On the day he raped me in front of Kim Junwoo and broke my ankle, I suffered irreversible damage. Afterward, under Choi Junghan’s obsessively meticulous care, my gait was corrected to be as straight as before, but the broken wick in my heart along with my ankle will never heal forever.

If I attempted clumsily, I could end up being counterattacked. I could imagine without any dissonance the scene of Choi Junghan crippling or killing me. So I had to stay completely alert.

“…….”

I slowly readjusted my grip on the knife. The bare ankle, exposed where his pants had slightly ridden up, was right before my eyes. The sound of swallowing hard rang loudly in my ears.

My heart rampaged as if it would burst through my chest—boom, boom. The blue dawn air trembled with my deep inhales and exhales. With my left hand, I gripped his calf firmly. And at the same time.

Thud. I drove the knife downward.