MBL 5

The late summer night was chilly. My limbs trembled with cold. My cheeks stung from the saltiness dried onto them.

I was sprawled on the bed, feeling the traces I had spilled between my bare legs dry up.

I twitched my limbs several times, trying to sit up. Moving my fingertips was easy, but my wrists, which hyung had pressed down, and my arms, which he had gripped, lacked strength, so I couldn’t even lift my upper body.

Hyung’s traces and the sensation of him touching me lingered vividly all over my body.

He was sitting in the desk chair, looking at me lying sprawled on the bed with indifferent eyes.

I had neither the will to speak to him nor the energy to turn and look at him. I just lay there on the bed, letting time pass a little longer.

Hyung, lost in quiet contemplation, seemed to be both regretting what he had done to me and mulling it over, maintaining a silence that felt heavy. His face looked like that of someone claiming sanity while lost in thoughts only a madman could have.

I squirmed and finally managed to sit up. Even though all that had happened was hyung pinning me down and making me release in his hand, my entire body felt drained, my limbs trembling.

I could see the scratches hyung had left on my wrists and various parts of my upper body that came into view.

“…What are you doing over there?”

Sitting on the bed with my legs dangling, I asked hyung. His eyebrows twitched faintly as he stared at me.

I hurriedly stopped him as he moved to press the light switch on the wall to bring light into the darkened room.

“Don’t turn on the light.”

“…”

“Don’t turn on the light. If you do… I might die.”

I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Even though I had only released once in his hand, I staggered, my knees buckling, my body swaying. It felt like gravity had suddenly vanished. I grabbed the wall to barely steady myself.

“We need to talk.”

“…”

“Sit down.”

“I don’t have anything to say.”

“Joonyoung.”

Hyung called my name, urging me to turn around as he spoke it.

His familiar low voice tickled my ears. A sudden chill ran through me. The hot breaths he had let out while touching my lower body felt as if they were coming from right behind me, so close.

“Kang Joonyoung.”

“…”

I turned to look at him, still holding onto the wall.

He was sitting in the desk chair, staring at me intently.

I felt a chill. It wasn’t something that could be explained by words like dirty or disgusting. The bleak evening breeze came in through the window he had left open. The wind swept over my skin like soft fabric.

“Nothing happened between us.”

I said to him. My voice sounded dry, like crumbling straw. Hyung’s brow furrowed.

“Nothing happened here. You and me… nothing happened.”

“…”

“Nothing… nothing happened at all.”

I walked as if I might collapse at any moment. My legs lacked strength, so I held onto the wall as I entered the bathroom.

I wanted to wash. I wanted to wash thoroughly so no traces remained, then sleep quietly as if nothing had happened, just as I had told him.

Standing under the showerhead, I turned on the faucet. Cold water poured fiercely over my head, but I felt nothing, as if my sense of cold had been numbed.

The water flowed down my chest, trickling between my thighs. The faint heat and bodily fluids were washed away.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head up. The water hit my forehead forcefully. I stood under the cold water for a long time, thinking of nothing.

∞ ∞ ∞

I didn’t know if I had fallen asleep or passed out. Cool morning air seeped through the open window.

The dry sheets wrapped around me at a comforting temperature. It was a morning I didn’t want to get up for, but I had to. I hated the idea of someone coming to fetch me if I didn’t show up for breakfast.

Only after barely dragging myself up did I remember today was a day off. It was a public holiday, so the academy was closed. I was supposed to go to the academy yesterday. I had planned to pick up mock exam questions to study today.

As planned, I was supposed to spend the whole day solving problems in the academy’s study room. That was my routine. I had lived like that until last week, and it was supposed to continue until the college entrance exam, but in a single day, everything had fallen apart.

I felt no sense of duty or will to carry on with my daily life. I didn’t want to do anything, not even think, as a lethargy weighed down my entire body.

I was about to lie back down when a knock startled me, and I turned my head.

“…Yes?”

A frightened voice slipped out.

I hoped it wasn’t hyung. Anyone but hyung. If I tried, I could live without running into him. If I wasn’t terribly unlucky, we could go months without crossing paths. That’s how we had lived so far, and I just had to keep living like that.

“Joonyoung, are you still sleeping?”

It was Mrs. Yoon.

Relief washed over me as I glanced at the clock. Eight in the morning—on weekends or days off, we always ate breakfast at this time.

“No, I’m awake.”

“Breakfast is ready. Your father says to come down.”

“…I’m tired. It’s a holiday, so I want to sleep more. I’ll eat later.”

Click, click—she jiggled the doorknob. The door was locked.

When I came out of the shower, hyung was no longer in my room. After confirming he had left, I locked the door securely.

If hyung hadn’t done that to me yesterday…

Kissed me… licked and bit my body as if caressing it, chewed on my skin… made me release in his hand, and his own lower body had swollen to an undeniable size while touching me.

I dazedly touched my swollen lips. The sharp sensation I had never felt before still lingered faintly on my skin, and as I touched it with my fingers, the smell of hyung, the feel of his lips, the thick tongue that had invaded and stirred my mouth, his wet breath—all of it came vividly back to life. Everything.

“Joonyoung?”

“Yes?”

I hadn’t heard what Mrs. Yoon said.

I hated this situation.

If he hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have needed to lock the door. I wouldn’t have had to tense up, worrying that the small sound of the lock might be heard. I wouldn’t have had to skip breakfast to avoid hyung or upset Mrs. Yoon, who was already sensitive about me. None of this would have been necessary.

“Don’t be like that, come down. Eat and sleep again. You need energy to sleep, don’t you? You skipped dinner last night too.”

She seemed concerned that I had skipped dinner.

But missing a meal or two wouldn’t kill me, and skipping one meal didn’t affect my life at all. I was irritated by why she kept going on about food, as if feeding me well was her mission.

“I’m really fine. You eat first. I’ll eat when I’m hungry.”

Even talking to her felt exhausting. I had to muster strength in my abdomen just to raise my voice. I raised my voice to convey my refusal, and even that small conversation left me breathless as I collapsed onto the bed.

My body ached, and a headache throbbed. I had no appetite, not even for water.

But Mrs. Yoon didn’t see it that way. She thought I was upset about yesterday and avoiding her with all sorts of excuses.

“I prepared breakfast early this morning with care. Who’s telling you to study? Eat and sleep again. If your father scolds you for being lazy, I’ll talk to him.”

“I really don’t want to eat… Why do you keep pushing when I say no?!”

Even if my late mother came back to life and told me to eat, I wouldn’t want to. If I were in my right mind, I couldn’t sit calmly at a table with him after what happened yesterday. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to eat—it was that I was afraid of facing hyung.

Mrs. Yoon fell silent at my irritated response.

“Ugh, seriously! This is so annoying.”

I pulled the blanket over my head and let out all my frustration.

Sleep fled from me.

My nerves, loosened by sleep, spiked like thorns. The memories I had barely suppressed overnight surged back. I was genuinely fed up with her persistent attempts to get me to the breakfast table.

I was kicking inside the blanket, telling her to leave me alone, when a loud banging startled me. I pulled the covers off my head.

“Kang Joonyoung, get out here!”

It was my father.

Sighing, I got out of bed. I trudged to the door and opened it.

Father and Mrs. Yoon stood outside. Her eyes were red. Mrs. Yoon was grabbing Father’s arm, shaking it, telling him to stop.

“Enough, don’t do this.”

“Apologize to her.”

“…”

I lowered my head, staring at Father’s feet. Mrs. Yoon tried to stop him again.

“Don’t do this, really. He might want to sleep in sometimes. It’s a rare day off—let him be.”

“Apologize now.”

“…I’m sorry. I was just really tired.”

It didn’t matter. As long as I didn’t have to go to the dining table, it was fine. I spoke with a remorseful expression.

“There’s no need for that. Come down and eat. Joonyoung, you can sleep more.”

Mrs. Yoon signaled with her eyes that there was no need to apologize, that it was okay, and to go back inside. She sighed and headed downstairs.

Father looked down at me, standing blankly staring at the floor, with stern eyes.

To me, bowing my head like a sinner, Father spoke in a slightly softer tone.

“Your tantrum was heard all the way downstairs. I got scolded because Mrs. Yoon felt embarrassed.”

I flinched at his words.

I hadn’t realized my small outburst could carry downstairs. What if they had heard what hyung and I did yesterday, or our conversation? A chill ran down my spine. I glanced up to check Father’s expression, frantically searching his face to see if he had heard anything about what we did.

Unable to imagine such a thing, Father, seeing me like a scolded puppy with drooping ears, seemed to feel a bit sorry for me. He patted my shoulder gently.

“Come down and eat. You didn’t eat dinner last night, right? One meal will do more to ease her mind than a hundred apologies.”

“I’ll eat later.”

“Don’t make the household atmosphere weird.”

When I refused again, Father, who didn’t tolerate making him repeat himself, grabbed my arm and pulled me.

“I’ll eat later.”

“Then don’t eat, just sit there.”

Like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse, I was dragged downstairs by Father.

In my lowered gaze, I saw hyung.

I sat at the table without lifting my head. Trying not to look at him, I picked up my spoon and started eating my portion. My throat was tight, so I mixed the rice with water. As I forced myself to eat, Father scolded me.

“Joonyoung, lift your head. What kind of man acts like that?”

“…”

Father seemed to think I was staging a belated rebellion. Sitting with a posture that screamed I hated everything would look like that to him, no matter how I explained.

He was clearly intent on nipping my timid rebellion in the bud.

“Eat properly. Your stepmother got up early to prepare this.”

It was the usual breakfast. There was no need to exaggerate about her getting up early to prepare it.

Despite Father’s near-final warning, I stubbornly kept my head down.

Hyung, who had been eating silently as if observing our tension from a distance, put down his spoon and spoke.

“I’ll talk to him so he understands.”

His persuasive low voice carried weight.

With my head bowed so low my forehead nearly touched the table, I couldn’t see what sign of agreement Father gave.

“Alright. Joonwon, you teach him well.”

Father, despite his raised voice earlier, readily accepted hyung’s words and backed off.

The silent breakfast continued without conversation.

Hyung placed side dishes in my bowl, which I was mindlessly eating with water. Kimchi, stir-fried anchovies, the ham I liked.

Each time his chopsticks carefully placed food on my spoon, my chest ached sharply.

Drip, the tears I tried to hold back rolled down my cheeks and fell onto the glass table.

Seeing my tears, both hyung and Father stayed quiet. Father seemed to think I was crying from hurt feelings because he took Mrs. Yoon’s side and scolded me. Hyung… only hyung would know why I burst into tears.

Perhaps embarrassed that Father took her side, Mrs. Yoon noisily walked to the sink and started washing dishes.

Trying to stifle my sobs, my shoulders trembled faintly as I barely finished a bowl of rice and stood up.

“Thank you for the meal…”

My throat was so tight I could barely speak, but I managed to say it.

“Alright. Go upstairs. You must be tired from studying. I was inconsiderate. Go rest. I’ll send up a snack later.”

“…Okay.”

Mrs. Yoon looked at me with pity, her tone laced with sympathy, urging me to go rest.

As I stood up from the table, my eyes unintentionally met hyung’s. I quickly averted my gaze. He had just finished eating too.

Not wanting to go upstairs with him, I hurriedly left the kitchen.

My rushed movements toward the stairs, passing through the living room, felt so unsteady I might collapse. Halfway up the stairs, I heard hyung’s presence.

Not wanting to show I was fleeing, I feigned calmness but stayed tense.

I quickly opened my room’s door and went inside. Just as I was about to close it, hyung pushed it open from the outside. It was a force he anticipated I’d resist. Before I could stop him, he pushed the door and came in.

“I want to be alone. Get out.”

“If you don’t want something, say so. You don’t have to just say yes to Father.”

“I said I don’t want it. My words… no one in this house listens to me. That includes you.”

Hyung’s presence in my room, doing nothing, filled me with fear. I flung the door wide open, signaling he was absolutely not welcome.

“About yesterday… Joonyoung.”

For the first time, I looked directly at hyung’s face.

He didn’t seem as confused as I was. At a glance, he even appeared calm, expressionless. I couldn’t understand how he could be so unaffected after doing that, staring into my eyes with such a natural demeanor.

“…What happened yesterday?”

When I asked, he looked at me.

His dark eyes, glistening with intensity, held a quiet madness.

Facing him like this, in a standoff, made me feel like I was going insane.

Seeing me try to erase last night, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

I was confused. Why did hyung do that to me? How could he do it? How could he act so calm after doing it? It was something my common sense couldn’t comprehend.

Even if I stretched my imagination to say he suddenly had a mental breakdown, that would be the only way I could barely understand what we did yesterday.

To my desperate plea for him to leave, hyung, who seemed to have no intention of doing so, said,

“It’s a holiday, and Father doesn’t seem to be going out today.”

“…”

“Brushing it off like nothing happened is a bit much, don’t you think?”

“What are you saying?”

“Don’t act like nothing happened. Because it wasn’t nothing.”

“…”

Hyung, as if a worm had crawled into his brain and driven him mad, brought up yesterday’s events, provoking me as I struggled to bury them.

“Why are you acting like this, hyung? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Both of them downstairs are on edge about you right now. If they hear anything interesting, they’ll come running.”

Fearing his careless words might leak outside, I hurriedly closed the wide-open door. I had learned this morning that the house’s soundproofing wasn’t great, so I was extra cautious.

Even though Father and Mrs. Yoon were downstairs and no one else was around, not even a rat or a bird should overhear our conversation.

“Are you actually crazy? Are you on some kind of drug?”

“What?”

“Depression or… I saw it on TV. Hallucinations or voices from overusing sleeping pills, schizophrenia, something like that.”

I asked, desperately hoping it was something like that. His expression was bewildered and hurt.

“If it’s because of what Im Joo-ho said about you being dirty because of work… I said I was sorry. I said I was wrong…”

If my harsh words yesterday had angered him so much that he was punishing me, I could kneel and beg for forgiveness a hundred, a thousand times.

“I won’t say that again. I won’t even think it.”

Even so, it was too much. It didn’t make sense. I poured out my confused words and looked at him.

“This isn’t right. Even if I did something wrong, you… you can’t do this to me.”

“…”

He just stared at me silently, without responding. To me, protesting with my whole body for an explanation, he casually said,

“My brother… isn’t it okay if I do what I want with him?”

“…What?”

Shocked by his words, I stepped back. As I took a step back, he took a step forward. My back hit the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Coming closer, he grabbed my pale cheek and stroked it, just like yesterday.

Hyung’s eyes were completely crazed. It was clear he didn’t know what he was saying. There was no way he could say such things otherwise.

A chilling sensation, not entirely unpleasant and thus even more chilling, slithered down my spine like when he touched me below.

“Joking… you’re joking, right? Don’t pull this kind of prank. I hate it. I hate it.”

“A joke? You think this is a joke? Pulling this kind of prank on your little brother?”

“…”

“Who? Which crazy bastard?”

“Hyung…”

He was the one in the wrong, yet he asked with a pitiful tone. Telling me not to call last night a joke.

A joke? That’s absurd. The problem was that it wasn’t a joke.

His lips gently brushed against my ear, which was tense with wariness. The heated breath touching my skin made my shoulders flinch. A shiver ran through me.

Something blunt suddenly pressed against my thigh, and as I lowered my gaze, I froze. His manhood was erect. It was unmistakably, clearly aroused toward me.

Disgust surged within me. The memory of his masturbation I’d seen as a child, the swollen organ that yesterday craved to touch my flesh, the stark reality of it felt against my skin.

Did hyung… imagine me while he came?

I shook my head violently.

“Still think it’s a joke?”

“Why are you doing this? Why the hell are you acting like this…! Just get mad instead!”

His arms wrapped around my shoulders. With a force that felt like it could crush me, he pulled me, resisting and saying no, into his chest.

I rested my cheek against his solid shoulder. Trapped by the strength tightening around my back and arms, I keenly felt hyung’s scent and warmth to an exhausting degree.

I had missed his affection. I had even prayed he’d comfort me like a beloved little brother, as he used to. But not like this.

He spoke to himself, as if in a monologue.

“That’s what I’ve wanted to know for over ten years.”

“…”

“Get mad, you say…? What did you do wrong?”

He asked self-deprecatingly. Asked himself.

I liked hyung, wanted his approval, didn’t want anyone to take him away from me, but not like this. I wanted to be a little brother he loved, not an object of his desire—something I never even dreamed of.

I bit my lower lip hard. Humiliation rose at the sight of him trying to release his desires on me, his little brother, as he did with Im Juho. My whole body trembled.

The arms that had been crushing me loosened. I glared at him with hostility. I stared at him with resentment.

“Don’t look at me like that. It hurts.”

“Hurts? You do this to me… and say it hurts?”

“It hurts. Really. It really hurts.”

Rubbing his left chest with his hand, hyung grimaced as if truly in pain.

Both he and I knew. I couldn’t tell anyone about what we were doing. An unspeakable act was unfolding behind a closed door, of all things, with my own flesh and blood.

He glanced at the closed door. His hand locked it.

I stared blankly at the door beyond hyung’s shoulder.

As the door closed and locked, one world was cut off from another.

My struggles against hyung’s overpowering strength only created noise. Our father, who was likely on edge about me, would probably rush in at the slightest hint, as hyung said, and Manager Yoon treated me like a kitten who’d lost its mother, checking on me constantly. In her own way, she believed she could fill the void of my motherless upbringing.

I looked at hyung, who seemed resolute in his actions, with fearful eyes.

He lifted me effortlessly. Though smaller than him, I was now seen as an adult, yet he carried me as if I weighed nothing, laying me on the bed.

“Hyung, you’re a beast. What we’re doing is something only beasts do!”

“Then should I do it with Im Juho?”

The moment he mentioned Im Juho’s name, my blood ran cold.

“What?”

“…His name’s Im Juho, right? Should I do it with him? Like a beast?”

“…”

My mouth wouldn’t move.

Watching my choked-up reaction, unable to tell him to go satisfy his urges with Im Juho, hyung asked.

“Or should I do it with you?”

“…”

“Like a beast.”

My heart sank. Like a bird caught in a snare, I couldn’t escape his piercing gaze.

“Don’t make me hate you, hyung.”

“Do you think I can live as a hyung you respect and love?”

“…”

“If that were possible, I’d want to replace all my blood. I’d rather become a beast, I… I, so many times.”

Muttering incomprehensible words, hyung’s lips covered mine, which were tightly shut. As his lips urged mine to open, I clenched my teeth harder.

He sighed softly, pulling his lips away after I twisted my head.

“Joonyoung-ah.”

He called my name in a sweet tone, as if cherishing and treasuring me like before.

“Kang Joonyoung.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were as serious as when he played the guitar. Yet they also gleamed deeply, as if soaked in something, like a profound night. They weren’t the eyes of a beast. They were intelligent and beautiful.

A warm hand gently caressed my cheek. The touch naturally loosened my tightly closed lips.

I was about to plead with him to stop when he didn’t miss the slight opening.

Hyung kissed me. His slick tongue slipped into the parted lips, stimulating the inside. Each time our heads tilted and twisted, his large hand tightly gripped my nape.

“…Ugh! Hn!”

I hit his shoulders. He knew well that a bit of tenderness would make me unravel instantly. It was a cunning trick.

“Ugh!”

I bit the tongue forcefully pushing in. His face pulled back.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

My chest heaved rapidly.

I glared at him. If I could kill him, I wanted to, overwhelmed by a strong impulse. I swung whatever I could grab.

“…Ugh!”

All I managed to grab was a pencil. Its graphite lodged into his upper arm and broke. A thin trickle of blood ran down his forearm, exposed under his short-sleeved shirt.

His eyes looked from the broken pencil in my hand to my panting self.

“Get a grip. It’s not too late. Please, please get a grip.”

“Next time, stab me with a knife. This doesn’t even hurt.”

He casually pulled the graphite from his arm. The trickle thickened. He pulled down his sleeve to roughly wipe the blood. Even after wiping, blood kept welling from the deep wound.

Leaving the bleeding wound, he approached me again. His breath and skin were excited from seeing the red blood.

His lips, predatory, covered me. Pouring biting kisses, he gradually expanded the contact.

My flailing hands tugged my shirt off. Despite my resistance, he grabbed my pants and underwear, pulling them off together.

The gaze of my blood kin, staring at my bare, smooth groin, was worse than death.

I twisted my waist, closed my thighs, and writhed.

“Hn, ugh…! Ngh, uh.”

I vividly felt the pounding of hyung’s chest as he kissed me frantically. His heartbeat was racing. It thumped vividly, like a deer sprinting across a plain to escape a predator.

My hands pushing him away were stained with blood.

Hyung caressed me while bleeding. Sucking my lips, tender flesh, chest, making animalistic sounds, he took my heated, swollen nipple into his mouth, tightening his throat as he sucked.

“Ah, hn, hyung… ah, ugh…!”

My body, which I’d sworn wouldn’t feel sexual arousal from him, trembled uncontrollably.

His fingers and lips, teasing my erect nipple, ignited a sensation that felt like it could drive me mad with the slightest touch.

Each time he touched, licked, and sucked, my spine tingled. Even clenching my toes tightly couldn’t hide the trembling below.

No, no…

My body was reacting to this repulsive, filthy act. Humiliation and shame flushed my face red. My breath quickened, and my vision blurred as if I were losing consciousness.

I bit my lips. Shaking my head, not at him but to reprimand myself. The overwhelming urge to let go and moan kept washing over me.

Why was this happening? I should hate it, reject it, but I kept getting swept up in him.

“Haa, hnn… ngh, ah, hyung, hyung…”

The primal desire to give in, to become a beast as he claimed, flowed from my lips as I let go of the rationality that acknowledged what I was doing with my own brother.

As that sensation grew, I shook my head. Determined not to lose myself, I struck his shoulder and back, already bloodied and looking gravely injured.

“Here… do you feel it?”

His hoarse voice asked. A sinister finger carefully grasped my erect organ rising between my groin.

As he teased the tip like he did my nipple, my inner thighs visibly trembled.

I knew clearly this was wrong, but my body didn’t agree.

It didn’t hate it.

His touch, the subtle pressure of his lips licking and sucking my flesh, his breath, his hot body temperature—everything about hyung drove me insane.

No matter how roughly I shook my head or hit him, it was useless. Shamelessly exposing my flesh without regard for vulgarity, precum beaded, making his impatient fingers sticky. The wet sounds were horrific.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me.”

“…Haa, don’t touch? Don’t do it? Really don’t?”

“…Don’t. Don’t do this. Hyung, please.”

His cunning eyes watched my wary cheeks. He lowered his head, sucking my chest. The maddening pressure gripped my breath, gradually stealing my consciousness. His palm, grasping my erect organ, enveloped and stroked the entire flesh.

“Ngh…!”

My throat twitched. As his touch intensified, I bit my lips repeatedly, as if I’d chew them off.

“Haa, ah, ngh, hyung…! Hyung, hyung! Ah, ngh…!”

My hips arched. It hadn’t even been long, but the stimulation was too intense. I’d never touched myself this forcefully. Unable to endure, I climaxed, my lower body jerking upward.

“Aah!”

Goosebumps erupted over my body. An animalistic moan burst from my open lips.

Hot, white semen splattered onto his chest. The pleasure, like uncontrollably releasing urine, made my body convulse.

“Aah… haa, haa, aah.”

“…”

He only lowered his eyes to the semen splattered on his shirt. I turned my flushed face away, hastily covering it.

I wanted to hide my drenched lower body. As I tried to pull the sheets to cover myself, trembling, a large hand grabbed my wrist, pinning it down.

“…”

After witnessing hyung’s masturbation, I lost interest in sex, but I wasn’t ignorant.

Everything, even this barbaric act, had a process and order. Sex wasn’t just me getting aroused and finishing alone.

Like he did with Im Juho in the studio, hyung intended to do the same to me.

Looking at my panicked state, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his manhood. The grotesque sight, glimpsed briefly, was primitively erect, swaying heavily with uncontrollable weight under gravity.

Anyone could see it was ready to burst. He began rubbing his lower body against my thigh, like simmering soup.

The skin touching my inner thigh felt like a hard club. It was firm, soft, and scalding hot.

He overlapped his lips, letting out desperate moans, rubbing his entire body against me.

“Haa, ngh… ugh.”

Seeing hyung’s masturbation under the desk had made me see him not as a brother but as a man.

We were brothers, and we could never be anything else.

“Open your lips. Please, Joonyoung-ah. Open them.”

“…Don’t. Don’t.”

I opened my lips to say don’t. Touching himself and rubbing against me, hyung kissed me like he’d lost his mind. His hot tongue surged in, ravaging my mouth.

Unable to close my mouth as he frantically sucked my tongue, it kept opening. The raw writhing of our tongues, entering and retreating, was starkly evident.

His heated, hard flesh pressed painfully against me. Excited breaths spilled chaotically through the gap between our overlapped lips.

After just a few thrusts, his body trembled, and hot, viscous fluid burst from his tip.

“Ngh, hah, hah, haa, aah…”

Climaxing between my bare thighs, his trembling face and dazed expression—I let go of consciousness blankly.

Even as he toyed with me freely, I lay pinned under him, motionless, losing myself.

I shouldn’t be defenseless before a hyung who’d become a beast, but foolishly, I fell asleep exhausted.

My wretched body, climaxing violently, seemed to perceive the peak as harsh physical labor.

Above all, hyung’s ripe body heat and scent, pouring desire between my legs, intoxicated me like a drug, and my fervent resistance had exhausted me.

Absurdly, I fell asleep with my face buried in his chest, tightly embracing his waist.

The warm body heat enveloping me like hot water suddenly felt distant. Reluctantly reaching to hold him back, I opened my eyes.

I saw hyung’s chest and neck. He was holding me tightly, wrapped in a blanket.

Noticing I’d woken, his head moved.

“…Awake?”

“…”

Dried, darkened blood clung to the arms embracing me. I hurriedly disentangled myself and sat up disheveled.

Separating from him, an indescribable chill crept up my skin like goosebumps. He sat up, turning toward me.

“Get out. Get out… Leave me alone.”

After enduring that, I’d fallen asleep in his arms, drained. I wasn’t in my right mind. I’d lost it.

At my gesture begging him to leave, hyung got off the bed. A glance showed bloodstains soaking his clothes, a mark anyone would think was from a horrific wound.

I urgently called out to him as he left.

“W-Wait, change your clothes. There’s blood on them. If someone sees, if Father sees, if Manager Yoon sees…”

They’d interrogate us about what happened.

I hurriedly got up, rummaged through the wardrobe, and found a shirt that might fit him. Instead of handing it to him, I threw it on the floor.

He bent down to pick up the shirt.

“I’ll change in my room.”

“Change and leave. What if Father sees…!”

The bleeding wasn’t minor. One sleeve was stained with blood, hardened like a gruesome scene.

“Change. Right now, right now!”

“…”

Hyung hesitated.

Why was changing so difficult? Why was he making me so anxious? Genuine irritation flared toward him. I shot him a sharp glare.

His face showed embarrassment. A man who’d done such things to his brother was hesitating to change.

He was reluctant to undress in front of me. That realization brought back the scene I’d seen in his room.

His bare chest and abdomen, smoking on the bed, the scars hidden under his short-sleeved shirt.

So many I thought they were an illusion created by dense leaf shadows.

A foreboding chill ran down my spine.

“…Change here.”

I mumbled, dazed.

“In front of me.”

“…”

“In front of me, where I can see!”

I shouted softly at him.

Pretending not to hear, he turned, clutching the shirt, ignoring my suspicious expression, trembling voice, and demand to change here.

He’d stripped me bare and touched me but hadn’t taken off his bloodied shirt or pants.

He’d only pulled his erect manhood through the open zipper, exposing just a part while pressing against me.

A man crazed with lust would have savagely stripped naked and entangled fully.

I hurriedly grabbed him as he tried to leave.