NANOM Ch 19

The violent shaking of my body woke me up. The sensation of my skin rippling as if riding a wave felt unfamiliar. The sound of wet flesh rubbing against itself filled the room.

I could feel something rough brushing against my buttocks. It didn’t take long to realize that it was the sensation of black hair rubbing against my buttocks, soaked in sticky fluid.

The body pressing into me felt as hard as a rock. Barely managing to lift my heavy eyelids under the relentless impact tormenting my body, I groaned.

“…Ah…”

Only then did I understand. The dream I had desperately hoped to wake from, believing it to be a fleeting moment, was actually a reality far worse than any nightmare.

“Are you awake?”

A low voice laced with coldness reached me. In those pitch-black eyes gazing at me, there wasn’t a shred of pity to be found. Jihyuk, who had been thrusting into me in a missionary position, paused his movements. To me, barely able to open my mouth and only letting out pained moans, he issued a cold command.

“Now that you’re awake, don’t dawdle. Get on your stomach and lift your hips.”

My will to defy his orders had already been crushed long before my consciousness began to drift. The areas where I had been struck burned with a stinging heat, urging me not to hesitate. My cheek, likely split open, throbbed sharply, and the space between my buttocks, which had been brutally abused until just moments ago, ached excruciatingly.

Gritting my teeth, I tried to close my widely spread legs, but they refused to obey, having never been stretched to such an extreme angle before. Still, with all my strength, I coaxed my creaking, protesting joints and managed to close my legs. Then, I turned over onto my stomach.

Jihyuk looked down at me expressionlessly, picking up a pack of cigarettes from beside the bed. Holding the pack in one hand, he brought it to his mouth, pulling out a single cigarette with his lips. With a flick, it lit up. Unlike me, Jihyuk was still fully clothed.

Struggling to prop myself up on my elbows on the bed, I tried to lift my knees. Even that simple movement drained all my energy. Panting heavily, I buried my face in the pillow, naturally raising my hips high. Was there still any sense of shame left in me? Before I could even gauge it, Jihyuk’s penis slammed into me with brutal force, bringing tears to my eyes.

Thud. My breath caught involuntarily as the hot pillar of flesh forced its way inside me.

“…Ji, Jihyuk… Jihyuk…”

I mumbled his name desperately, but all that came from my throat were resigned moans. Clutching the pillow and bedsheets precariously, I endured the relentless thrusting.

Each time he filled me completely, rubbing mercilessly before pulling out, my hips trembled violently. When he slammed back in with a thud, a metallic taste of blood seeped from my tightly bitten lips.

“Why are you calling my name?”

His voice, heavy with menace, spat out the words.

“Trying to turn me on?”

“…No, it’s not that… I’m begging you.”

I barely managed to mutter those words. Pride, dignity, the title of teacher—all had been discarded long ago. Since the moment my consciousness was swept away, survival instinct had taken precedence over self.

“Please… stop… please stop. I feel like I’m going to die.”

A choked sob escaped my throat. The puddle staining the pillow grew larger.

In a humiliating position with only my hips raised, I struggled to turn and look at Jihyuk. His penis was still tightly lodged inside me.

“Teacher.”

Jihyuk smirked at me, as if mocking my effort.

“I’m raping you right now.”

“Stop, please, I beg you…”

“Keep enduring it. What kind of victim begs?”

With a sharp tone, he thrust into me again with a thud. Swallowing my sobs, I bit my lips hard. Despite my desperate efforts, a low, animalistic moan escaped.

The pillar forcing its way through my narrow inner walls was hot, unbearably hot. Taking in a man’s thick, long penis from behind was the most excruciating physical pain I had ever experienced. As I whimpered, my lips trembling, the hole gripping his penis twitched. Each time, his hard, hot member pulsed, endlessly growing inside me.

Exhaling a long stream of cigarette smoke over my back, Jihyuk casually asked,

“Want a drag?”

In a nonchalant tone, he offered me a cigarette, just like he had some time ago. Before I could turn to him with tear-filled eyes, he placed the lit cigarette in my mouth. With trembling lips, I closed them around it, afraid I might drop it onto the back of my hand.

“Hnng, hup…”

“Suck it in. Like you’re sucking something else.”

Following his command, I shakily sucked on the cigarette with trembling lips. The smoke from my first-ever cigarette didn’t even get a chance to cloud my mind before it dissipated into the air. A coughing fit erupted, and the cigarette fell onto the sheets. Jihyuk, clicking his tongue, picked it up.

“You’re so bad at this. What are you even good at?”

He sneered, looking down at me as I coughed uncontrollably.

A mirage-like scene flickered before my eyes. Jihyuk’s face, smiling sweetly as he stubbed out a cigarette against the wall at my words. The red ash, dancing as if alive, somehow seemed warm.

“Kim Jeonghyun.”

His voice made me blink. The fleeting images vanished. Jihyuk, staring at me, looked bored.

Sucking deeply on the cigarette until his cheeks hollowed, he slowly leaned down. Pressing his lips to mine, he kissed me roughly, exhaling thick smoke into my mouth. The harsh smoke flooded in relentlessly.

“Cough, hack.”

The moment I inhaled, a violent coughing fit erupted. Jihyuk’s lips, pulling away with a chuckle, chased after me, covering even my nostrils. He blew smoke deep into my nose as well.

“Hack… cough! Cough.”

The coughing grew louder. Tears welled up as I coughed repeatedly, unable to hold on any longer. My upper body collapsed. At that moment, my hair was yanked back, arching my spine. As I coughed in an unnatural position, my mind grew increasingly hazy.

Yet, the hard, hot pillar continued to ravage my insides. The more he thrust without restraint, the more my tightly stretched hole instinctively clenched.

Each time he prodded my prostate, a strange, electric sensation spread unpleasantly. But the overwhelming feeling was still excruciating pain. It was only natural that my body kept tensing. Jihyuk, growing irritated, carelessly ran his fingers around the rim of my hole as he continued to thrust the pillar inside.

“Tch, loosen up a bit, Jeonghyun.”

“Ah, ugh, stop… it hurts…! Your fingers! Please, don’t put them in!”

Despite my desperate pleas, his fingers forced their way inside, punishing me. His penis was still buried deep within.

My body, already struggling to accommodate his penis, trembled violently as his thick fingers pushed in, eliciting a sharp scream. Instinctively, I tried to crawl forward, but a harsh slap to my buttocks stopped me.

“Ah!”

The pain reverberated through my entire body. My hand instinctively reached back to cover my likely swollen buttocks, but my wrist was seized in a strong grip. As my wrist was twisted slightly outward, a sharp, burning sensation hit the tender skin inside. Hiss… The smell of burning flesh accompanied an unbearable heat.

“Ah! Ah, ah! Hot, it’s hot!”

“Damn, you’ve got some bad habits. Where do you think you’re going?”

Writhing in maddening pain, I tried to shake off his grip, but Jihyuk, snarling, pulled my wrist back even harder.

“Ah! It hurts… ugh… ah…”

A lump as hot as molten lava surged up in my throat. Grief and pain tangled messily, overwhelming me.

With my wrist pinned behind me, my hips raised in a humiliating position, I could no longer contain the emotions flooding my throat and buried my face in the pillow. But my sobs were pitifully muffled by the pillow, a weak, insignificant cry no one would hear.

Tossing the cigarette carelessly onto the ashtray on the nightstand, Jihyuk pressed his hips against my buttocks. He rolled his hips teasingly before pulling out abruptly and thrusting back in. My battered prostate felt like it was on fire. His playful thrusting punished me repeatedly, countless times.

“It hurts, it hurts… it hurts… please stop.”

Only the same, mindless words spilled out in a mumble. Even those pleas, mixed with heavy sobs, barely formed coherent language.

But each time my sobs grew louder, I was met with a slap to my buttocks, fingers forced into my abused hole, or my hair yanked harshly. I eventually realized that biting my lips and stifling my cries was the best option.

“Mm… hic, ugh… ngh.”

The sobs I couldn’t release pooled in my chest, shaking my body violently. The relentless violation of my body was bad enough, but the suffocating tightness in my chest made me feel like I was dying. I wanted to pound my chest with my fist ten times to ease this choking pain. It felt like it might help.

But Jihyuk, still gripping my wrist and pulling it back, showed no intention of letting go.

“Ah… ugh… hng.”

His brutal thrusting only stopped after he released a flood of hot semen inside me. Having poured it until my insides felt full, Jihyuk immediately pulled away.

The liquid he left inside spilled endlessly from my hole. A shudder ran through me as the hot sensation of semen trickled down my thighs.

Was it over now? All I wanted was to sleep, no matter what. Please, let it end… My eyes began to close.

“Open your mouth.”

But his dry voice issued an unbelievable command. Struggling to lift my fading vision, I felt a sharp hand slap my already bloodied cheek.

“Keep your eyes open and open your mouth. You’ve already taken my cum with your hole, so you should finish the job yourself, shouldn’t you, teacher?”

Jihyuk’s thumb forced its way between my trembling lips. As my jaw resisted closing, he shoved three or four fingers in at once, pressing down on my tongue. A reflexive gag escaped, and my mouth opened wide.

Despite my struggling, Jihyuk flipped me onto my back. Then, he forced his half-limp penis into my mouth.

“Suck it and get it hard. We’re not done yet.”

Straddling my chest, Jihyuk shoved his penis into my throat without mercy. His command to suck it was moot as the brutal pillar grew quickly in my mouth, hardening. I shook my head instinctively to escape the suffocating mass, but all I got was a slap to the face.

“Ugh, hack, ugh, cough…”

“Open your throat.”

He barked coldly. Pinning my flailing arms with his knees, he pressed down. With my arms bound, I could only surrender my throat, my eyes rolling back.

I really thought I might die.

But each time my vision darkened, Jihyuk pulled back just in time. After a few ragged breaths mixed with tears and snot, the hot pillar plunged back into my throat, choking me again.

Repeating this cycle, I desperately wished to lose consciousness as before. But that sweet respite never came. Only after Jihyuk’s penis poured hot semen deep into my throat could I finally slip back into oblivion.

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When I opened my eyes again, I immediately realized I was lying on Jihyuk’s bed.

I shut my eyes tightly, then opened them again. But the ceiling of Jihyuk’s room remained unchanged. I had no choice but to accept that this was no long, drawn-out nightmare but reality.

Unlike earlier, when I lay naked and soaked in filthy fluids, my body now felt clean. I was even dressed, though in clothes that weren’t mine.

“…Ah…”

But sitting up was impossible. Every joint and bone in my body screamed in protest. Would it feel like this if I’d been beaten by a mob with clubs? I tried to sit up but quickly gave up, letting my body go limp.

“Are you awake?”

A flat voice came from the doorway. With effort, I turned my creaking neck toward the sound. Jihyuk leaned against the doorframe, staring at me with unreadable eyes.

Then, he turned and disappeared. Too drained to move my head, I stared blankly in that direction. Moments later, Jihyuk returned, holding a tray with a bowl on it.

“Eat.”

Approaching, Jihyuk set the tray down and handed me the bowl. Steam rose from the porridge inside. Despite the savory aroma, what surged within me wasn’t hunger but a violent urge to vomit. I tightly pursed my lips.

“…Ugh.”

Seeing me retch, Jihyuk’s face twisted slightly. Barely steadying my breath, I looked up at him pleadingly.

“I’m… sorry. I can’t… can’t eat right now.”

“Eat it. Or should I shove a funnel in your mouth?”

Under his forceful command, I reluctantly took the tray. With visibly trembling hands, I picked up the spoon and scooped a bit of porridge.

As I put it in my mouth, instead of appetite, nausea surged again. My body, beaten and violated all night, wasn’t ready to accept food.

“Ugh, hnn… ha, I… I really can’t eat… later, if you leave it here, I’ll…”

A sharp slap turned my cheek to the side. The bowl wobbled precariously on the tray but, thankfully, didn’t spill, though some food dribbled out.

Tears streamed down my burning cheek. The stinging saltiness seeped into my torn skin, tormenting the inflamed blood vessels.

“Why can’t you eat?”

Jihyuk’s sharp voice cut through the dry air.

“Why can you eat what Woo Jiwon gives you, but not what I give you?”

“It’s not like that, I… I…”

“What’s not like that? You ate everything Woo Jiwon gave you just fine.”

His expression, as he stood looking down at me, was deeply displeased. It almost seemed as if he, not I, was the one being slapped and accused unfairly.

“Even during tutoring, you wouldn’t eat what I gave you, but you’d eat whatever that bastard gave you.”

“What are you talking about? I always… with you too…”

“You two were having a cozy little party earlier, weren’t you? You ate that just fine.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. I realized only now that extreme injustice could render you speechless.

Every word Jihyuk spat felt like a heavy stone piling onto my chest and throat. I wanted to say something to this childish tantrum, but my body, battered and consumed by fear all night, couldn’t manage even that simple task.

I needed to do something about the stone clogging my chest first. As I raised my fist toward my chest, Jihyuk sat on the bed and yanked my wrist, pulling me toward him.

“Argh!”

I collapsed onto his lap, a crack sounding from my waist. My overworked body had completely stiffened. A scream escaped involuntarily.

“Ah, it hurts!”

“You’ve been eating Woo Jiwon’s dick too, haven’t you? Here, and here.”

His voice was flat, but his gaze burned. He roughly rubbed my lips before sliding his hand down to my buttocks. His touch, casually probing the space between, was utterly indifferent. I shook my head frantically, grabbing his wrist.

“No, stop… I can’t take anymore. It’s too swollen, it’s all torn, please…!”

“Damn, all you do is say no. You won’t eat, you can’t do it. Is that all you can say?”

Muttering irritably, Jihyuk forced his fingers into my hole. The cleaned, puckered skin screamed in protest. I couldn’t endure the brutal probing of my torn, tattered flesh. My jaw trembled with excruciating pain, and a moan escaped through my clenched teeth.

“Ah, it hurts! It hurts! Please… stop, stop!”

“Suck.”

Pulling his fingers from my hole, Jihyuk shoved them into my mouth. A metallic taste of blood hit me.

Tears dripped onto the back of his hand. His long, thick fingers, wet with sticky saliva, plunged back into my torn hole.

“Ugh… hnn… ngh.”

I feared another scream would earn me a slap to the face or buttocks. I stuffed the bedsheet into my mouth to stifle my cries, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Collapsed on Jihyuk’s lap, I buried my forehead in the sheets, tears streaming.

After carelessly probing my insides a few times, Jihyuk withdrew his fingers. The swollen entrance screamed even at his touch.

But Jihyuk lifted me effortlessly and sat me on his lap. As my legs spread wide again, my overstrained hips creaked.

“Then eat it with my dick. Let’s see which is easier.”

“…What… what?”

My pain-addled brain couldn’t process his words. I blinked dumbly, mouth agape, as tears rolled down my cheeks.

Instead of explaining again, Jihyuk chose to show me. Pumping a few squirts of body lotion from the nightstand, he lifted my body and smeared it carelessly between my buttocks. The moment I understood, a chill ran through me.

“Ah, hah!”

Something thick and hot plunged into me. His penis, forcing its way through my already burning, puckered flesh, bit into me again, tearing through my insides.

A childlike wail burst out. Sobbing loudly, I clung desperately to Jihyuk’s neck, pressing my chest and stomach against him. It was pure survival instinct.

“Please, please… hng, ugh… please.”

“You’re acting cute now that I’m feeding you my dick.”

I really thought I might die. With each gasping breath, the sharp scent of his cologne filled my nose. Unlike my wailing, Jihyuk’s voice held a faint warmth, as if he were smiling. My trembling chest clung tighter to his face.

“Will you eat the porridge nicely, or keep eating my dick?”

“The porridge, I’ll eat the porridge. I’ll eat it. Please….”

Seeing my frantic response, Jihyuk smiled as if finding me adorable. With me still on his lap, his penis inside me, he reached for the spoon and scooped up some porridge. My legs remained unnaturally spread.

“Eat.”

“In… in this position…?”

“If you don’t, I’ll make you move your hips.”

I stared blankly at the spoon hovering near my lips. Eating food on Jihyuk’s lap, with his penis inside me, was beyond my comprehension, something I’d never even imagined.

But Jihyuk’s patience was short. Seeing his eyebrows twitch, I hurriedly opened my mouth. The slightly warm porridge entered my mouth. Watching me shove the spoon in, Jihyuk smiled with satisfaction.

“You should’ve eaten properly from the start.”

The spoon kept coming. But with each bite, discomfort outweighed any sense of hunger. My battered mouth stung even at the lukewarm temperature. Each time the salty food touched my wounds, sharp pain flared. Soon, the taste of blood overwhelmed the food’s flavor. To make matters worse, the hot pillar filling me began to twitch. Realizing it was growing inside me, my eyes widened, and my hips jerked.

“…Mm, ugh…!”

The violent writhing of my body caused the hot penis to slip slightly out of me. However, my exhausted thighs couldn’t hold me up on my knees for long. In the end, I had no choice but to collapse helplessly onto Jihyuk’s lap. The pillar, which had been barely hanging on at the edge, plunged deep inside me with a thud, accompanied by a sound. A sharp pain, like being punched in the stomach, hit me, along with overwhelming nausea.

“Ugh…!”

My churning stomach finally expelled the porridge. The few spoonfuls I had managed to eat spilled onto the sheets with a splatter.

“Ah, ah…”

Startled, I instinctively tried to pull away from Jihyuk’s body to wipe up the vomit, but a strong grip seized my waist. Frantically wiping the vomit and tears from my face with the back of my hand, I pleaded.

“Let go, let me go. I need to… clean this up…”

“Damn it… Jeonghyun.”

Jihyuk swept his hair back with a ferocious expression, his face brimming with irritation.

“If you can’t even eat what I give you, just eat my dick instead.”

Immediately, Jihyuk’s hands gripped my buttocks and waist mercilessly. Each finger, digging in so hard it left marks, felt like it would pierce my skin. Every time his veined forearms tensed, my body was lifted helplessly like a toy, only to be impaled on his penis again and again.

“No, I won’t do it! Hng… I won’t vomit, I’ll eat, please, I’ll eat…! Ah! Ugh, ah…”

Clinging desperately to his neck, I sobbed like a beast. My broken pleas of “I won’t do it again” repeated endlessly. But his relentless, merciless thrusting only grew faster and more brutal.

My inner walls, swollen to their limit, reluctantly swallowed and expelled his penis. It was a sad reflection of my powerlessness, unable to refuse anything Jihyuk forced on me. No matter how much I clung to his neck and cried, his hard, fiery penis kept driving into me without pause.

“Hup…”

Suddenly, Jihyuk stopped his thrusting and pressed his lips fiercely against mine. His firm tongue sucked mine with such force it felt like it would swallow me whole. Licking up the saliva I was too weak to swallow, he bit my lower lip while his penis remained deeply lodged inside me. It was a rough, animalistic kiss.

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How many times had this pattern repeated?

I would wake to the pain tearing through my body. Jihyuk would force me to eat, and after a few spoonfuls, I would inevitably vomit. Then, as punishment, he would shove his penis into my mouth.

While sobbing and sucking him, the position would shift. My legs would spread helplessly, and the penis that had just been in my mouth would pierce my lower body. Taking in his relentless thrusting, I would break down repeatedly. When I opened my eyes, my body would be clean again, dressed in Jihyuk’s oversized, loose-fitting clothes.

I had never fainted in my life before. Even if I had nothing else, my sturdy body was the one thing I could take pride in, however sadly. But since coming to this house, my consciousness had become as thin as paper, my body as fragile as crumbled cookies. A blink, and I would lose consciousness. But something was even more terrifying than fainting. No matter how desperately I wished not to wake again, my fragile consciousness always returned to me without fail.

Struggling to sit up, I blinked my blurry eyes and looked out the window. As expected, I was dressed in Jihyuk’s clothes, oversized like a blanket, saturated with his scent.

“Awake?”

His languid voice rang in my ears. I slowly turned my head.

“…What day…”

A hoarse voice came out. I tried to clear my throat, but I lacked the strength. I wanted to sigh deeply, but even my shallow breaths wouldn’t come as I wished. I was utterly exhausted.

“…How… how long have I been here?”

My voice rasped, but I forced the words out. Without my phone, I had no way of knowing the date. There wasn’t even a clock in the room, and the only clue to the passage of time was the window. The snow-covered view outside only told me whether it was day or night.

“Hmm, maybe four days? Five?”

Jihyuk answered indifferently, sitting beside me. In his hand was a tube of ointment. He squeezed out a generous amount and unhesitatingly touched my cheek. As he applied it to my torn skin, I silently accepted his touch before speaking with difficulty.

“Let… let me go now.”

“…”

“Please… just let me go…”

Jihyuk was silent. A pang of fear hit me, but I pressed on resolutely.

“I… I need to go to the hospital. My mother… she’s waiting for me. I didn’t even… tell her I was coming here.”

“…”

“And my sister… I need to see her.”

My throat tightened, making it hard to continue. My mother and Jeonghee. Their faces lingered at the edge of my fading consciousness. Were they okay? Safe, without trouble? The thought brought tears.

My eyelids burned. Tears welled up, ready to spill, but I had no strength to wipe them away. As I quietly let them drip onto the blanket, Jihyuk’s response was a sneer.

“Your神话

I stopped crying abruptly at the sight of his mocking face. I couldn’t fathom what he was thinking. The word “sister” rolling off his tongue filled me with dread. Before I could demand an explanation, he spoke again.

“Does your sister know what kind of trouble she’s been getting into?”

“…What?”

My sluggish mind couldn’t process his words. But his next statement shattered my thoughts entirely.

“Your sister’s debt is over a hundred million won now.”

I could only stare, mouth agape, my eyelids twitching as if electrocuted. I doubted what I’d heard, over and over. A seemingly eternal silence passed.

What did he mean? No, it couldn’t be true. It made no sense. Jihyuk was just trying to shake me up. Forcing a hollow laugh, I said,

“What are you talking about? No. We don’t have… no debt. Just… just some student loans, living expenses… and those are government loans…”

“Teacher.”

My rambling was cut off ruthlessly.

“Still not grasping the situation?”

With a flick, he lit a cigarette. Thick smoke curled as he held out his brightly lit phone screen.

“Take a look.”

My vision blurred. His surreal words didn’t feel real, yet my body trembled uncontrollably. My shaking hands dropped the phone. Jihyuk picked it up and handed it back.

“This is the record of your sister borrowing from loan sharks. Recklessly. The interest keeps piling up like this every day.”

“No, wait, this…”

Only fragments of words came out, muttered like an idiot. After stammering, I finally managed one syllable.

Why. Why. Why would Jeonghee do this?

“Why, you ask?”

Jihyuk rolled his tongue slowly. He opened his gallery, revealing a photo of a man I didn’t know.

The man, looking like a thug, grinned with an arm around Jeonghee’s shoulder. Some photos were blurry, but it was clearly the same man beside her in different places and times.

“Your sister’s been giving everything she has—guts, tears, everything—to this guy.”

He exhaled cigarette smoke over the screen.

“Want to hear something crazier?”

Jihyuk smirked, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

“Woo Jiwon, that bastard, knew all about it.”

“…What… what?”

“He’s known for a while. He was planning to take on your sister’s private debts himself and pay them off.”

My breath caught sharply. Jiwon’s face flashed in my mind—his playful “Teacher” and mature assurances to focus on recovery.

My trembling lips barely parted to ask,

“…Why? Why… did Jiwon know and not tell me?”

“Why do you think?”

Jihyuk’s face twisted with disgust.

“To let the debt grow. The bigger the debt, the more you’d be tied to him.”

Something collapsed inside my chest. I thought it had already crumbled, buried deep and ignored. But since Jiwon tried to rape me yesterday, my affection for him as a teacher had shattered, only to be crushed again now.

No, this wasn’t right. I had to leave. I had to see and hear for myself. I had to see Jeonghee’s face now.

Gritting my teeth, I staggered to my feet, my legs shaking like a newborn animal’s. I collapsed with a thud but forced myself up, heading for the open door.

A hand grabbed my wrist from behind. With unfocused eyes, I muttered at Jihyuk,

“Let me go. I have to leave. I have to…”

“Where do you think you’re going in that state?”

“I… debt, Jeonghee… just for a bit…”

My vision spun. I paused, closing my eyes until the dizziness subsided. Gasping breaths rushed at me, suffocating.

“I’m leaving… I… I’m leaving. Please… let me go.”

I weakly shook off Jihyuk’s hand and grabbed the open door handle. But his low voice seized me from behind.

“Kim Jeonghyun.”

His rough, deep voice spoke to me.

“Ask me for help.”

I turned slowly, silently. His words sounded like a warning. But with them, the knot of suppressed emotions unraveled.

“Ask you for help?”

“…”

“How… how am I supposed to trust you?”

I wanted to sob, but a lump choked my throat. If I could just cry out, maybe my suffocating chest would feel lighter. But no sound came.

Desperately, I pounded my chest with my fist. A familiar, sharp pain spread, but my clogged breath wouldn’t clear.

“You… raped me for days… beat me… and you expect me to trust you?”

My trembling gaze caught the lamp on the nightstand. Without hesitation, I grabbed and threw it at Jihyuk.

It hit his forehead with a thud. But he stood motionless, staring at me.

“You and Woo Jiwon are the same! You… you’re just like Woo Jiwon. You want the same thing, hng, you’ll help me and then…! And then… hah, ugh.”

My ragged breaths caught in my throat. No sobs, no screams, no air came out—I felt like I was dying. My frantic pounding on my chest grew desperate. Glaring at him through my shaking vision, I saw Jihyuk remain silent.

Drip. Drip.

Blood trickled down his face, his neck, leaving red stains on the floor. Yet he stood unflinching and spoke.

“You think I’m the same as Woo Jiwon.”

Without wiping the blood, he stared at me with a chilling gaze.

“Damn… you really know how to piss me off.”

His smile was bitter, brittle.

“Go.”

His unexpected words startled me. Blood stained his eyelids, but his eyes burned like a beast’s.

He told me to go, glaring with his characteristic arrogance.

“But you’ll regret it.”

Jihyuk slowly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Blood dripped to the floor with a splatter.

“Let’s make a bet. You’ll come back to me, no matter what.”

“…”

“But.”

His low voice was as steady as his gaze.

“When you do, I’ll treat you worse than a dog. I’ll toy with you like a plaything. I’ll crush you, violate you, and enjoy watching you cry and beg.”

His expression didn’t change as he spat out those vile words. But they didn’t reach me. The sudden catastrophe deafened my ears and numbed my mind.

The harsh reality choking me was my worry for Jeonghee, caught by some thug, and the unbelievable, unbearable debt.

With trembling legs, I turned and walked out the open door, crossing the living room to the front door. With a click, I escaped the space that had trapped me for days, so easily it felt hollow.

My body shivered with cold. The winter chill I’d ignored in Jihyuk’s room slashed at my exposed skin like a blade.

But I had no time to feel the cold. I walked forward like a madman. My abused hips and legs screamed, but I paid no mind. Without a phone or wallet, I kept walking. Tears froze painfully on my cheeks.

“Ask me for help.”

His heavy words, the last lifeline I could’ve grabbed, echoed in my chest, but I didn’t know it then.

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Like a lunatic, I stumbled to the nearest subway station. I begged a passing mister for fare, my desperate appearance in indoor clothes in the dead of winter convincing him to help.

Upon reaching Jeonghee’s school, I ran to the women’s dormitory. Everyone on campus stared at my haggard state, but shame was numbed.

Gasping, I reached the first floor and pleaded to see my sister, giving her room number. But the administrator only scolded me.

“Student, you did this last time too! Think I don’t remember? You came before, demanding to see her. A man can’t keep coming to the women’s dorm like this!”

“No, she’s my sister. She’s… she’s in danger. I need to see her now, but I don’t have my phone…”

No matter how desperately I pleaded, it was useless. He even threatened to call the police. Seeing him pick up the phone, I panicked. As I tried to beg again, a sharp voice rang out.

“Oppa!?”

“Jeonghee?”

Turning, I saw the face I’d been yearning for. Her eyes widened in shock at my appearance. I strode toward her, but I was just as shocked by her state.

“Kim Jeonghee! What’s this? Who… who did this to you!”

I shouted, something I’d never done to her. The vivid handprint on her neck snapped my sanity. Grabbing her shoulders, I shook her, yelling.

“Who did this? That bastard? Did he… did he hit you?”

“What’s wrong with you! Showing up like this!”

But Jeonghee snapped back, shaking off my hand with a slap.

“What are you talking about? Why do you look like this?”

I was speechless. I couldn’t say I’d been locked up, beaten, and raped by a student for days. That wasn’t the point now.

“Kim Jeonghee, did you… did you get into debt?”

“…What?”

Her eyes wavered for the first time.

“Tell me the truth. I know everything. You… you’re in debt for a hundred million won. What happened?”

“…”

“Speak!”

I screamed, and the administrator approached, looking fed up. Jeonghee, glancing at him, grabbed my arm and pulled me to a corner. I shook her off and pressed her urgently.

“Talk. Now!”

“Quiet down!”

Jeonghee, irritated, ran a trembling hand through her hair. Her next words were impossible for me to process.

“I’ll pay it back. I can. It’s just a big gamble. You lose sometimes, but I can pay it back. I always have.”

“…What… what are you saying?”

My shaking hands gripped her shoulders again.

“You… you’re gambling? Really?”

“Oppa, let me finish…”

“I’m asking if you’re gambling!”

My wail made her glare at me with venomous eyes.

“Yeah, I’m gambling! But I’ll pay it back…!”

Unable to hold back, I slapped her. The sound rang out as her face turned. The sensation of hitting my sister for the first time seared into my hand, a mark I’d never wash away.

Her cheek reddened instantly. She glared at me with fury.

“Are you crazy? What the hell!”

“What the hell are you doing!”

A scream of anguish erupted. Years of buried emotions and lifelong resentment poured out. Tears teetered on my chin, falling heavily.