NANOM Ch 21

The journey back home felt like a millennium, even though it was only a five-minute walk. I barely managed to drag my trembling legs to the house. Earlier, I had wanted to drink warm water and change into thicker clothes, but now, even those basic instincts had no room to intrude in my mind.

My thoughts were consumed solely with how to meet Jihyuk. I had left my phone at Jihyuk’s officetel, and I didn’t know his number.

I remembered the subway station near his officetel, but honestly, I doubted I could recall how to get there from the station. When I had bolted out of Jihyuk’s place earlier, I was completely out of my mind, so the memory of walking to the subway station was wiped clean, as if it had never happened. At this rate, even if I managed to get to the vicinity, I’d probably just wander aimlessly.

Feeling increasingly helpless, I lacked the courage to face the situation and crouched on the floor, burying my head. My buttocks, pressed against the cold floor devoid of any warmth, felt like they might tear off, but I sat there motionless for a long time.

It was cold. Drowsiness crept in. In my consciousness, which kept slipping into sleep at the most inopportune moment, I realized I was being pushed to the extreme.

I just wanted to escape from this reality. I wanted to fall asleep. I thought about how sweet it would be if I could sleep forever without waking up. While my mind kept urging me to get up, my body desperately craved a sleep akin to death.

Staggering, I stood up and opened the bedding closet. Thankfully, the blankets were still there. I wrapped myself in a blanket and lay down on the mattress.

Blink, blink—my eyelids rose and fell slowly. In a time where even sighs and tears had dried up, I finally closed my eyes, ignoring the screams in my head telling me to get up, that this wasn’t the time to be like this.

Just rest a little. …Really, just a little rest.

Muttering a plea to no one in particular, I slowly closed my eyes.

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At some point, I jerked my head up.

I forced my body, stiff with muscle pain and barely obedient, to rise. How long had I slept? Rubbing my eyes and opening the door, I saw the sun already shining brightly.

Had I slept through the night like this? Judging by the brightness of the sun, it wasn’t even early morning. My mouth fell open in disbelief. But my utterly drained body, which had been so exhausted it felt like I couldn’t even lift a finger, seemed to have regained a bit of strength in that blackout-like sleep.

The end of the world I had desperately wished for before losing consciousness hadn’t come, of course, and so I had to face the cold reality again. I had to do what I had no choice but to do.

Rather, my calmed heart was ready to pursue the one choice I had hesitated over yesterday. Staggering out of the blankets, I washed my face with cold water and brushed my teeth. My now slightly clearer mind began to figure out a way to meet Jihyuk.

Jihyuk’s laptop.

Since it was his possession, I had been reluctant to bring it to the house Jiwon had arranged for me. For that reason, I hadn’t moved it during the move and had hidden it in a corner. I felt immensely relieved.

It was fortunate that those people hadn’t ransacked the house like in some drama. Even if they were loan sharks, it wouldn’t be possible for them to seize property without any legal process, but they seemed more like thugs than legitimate company employees at first glance.

Since the Wi-Fi at home was already cut off, I took the laptop and went to find a place nearby with internet. Sitting on a bench, I opened the laptop. It was already past noon. I logged into the messenger and clicked on Jihyuk’s contact.

I took a deep breath in and out. Repeating this several times, I typed a desperate plea into the chat window.

[Jihyuk-ah. I have something to say.]

[Can you meet me just once?]

Several minutes passed, but the “read” indicator didn’t disappear. I clenched and unclenched my frozen hands, anxiously waiting for his response. After more than ten minutes, Jihyuk finally sent a curt reply.

[Why? You said you didn’t even want to see me and left.]

His tone was unmistakably icy. Biting my lips, I typed and deleted messages in the chat window several times. As my heart grew more desperate, I couldn’t think of the right words.

Finally, I memorized the number displayed on the messenger screen, closed the laptop, and ran to a payphone to call him. Jihyuk answered after one ring.

—Hello.

His voice, which I always thought was rough, sounded even harsher now. Hearing his completely subdued tone, I could sense his mood had sunk to rock bottom.

“…Jihyuk… Jihyuk-ah.”

Just calling his name felt overwhelming. But this was all I could do right now. My will and heart were completely stripped away. Yet my mouth faithfully spoke.

“Just once… can you meet me just once?”

—……

The words kept getting caught in my throat like thorns, forcing me to bite my lips repeatedly. But there was no response to my barely uttered words.

I couldn’t read his mood through the cold silence. What was Jihyuk thinking behind that faint breathing sound? Anxiety surged like a tidal wave. Like someone drowning in rising water, I hurriedly added,

“…Please. Just once… meet me. …I’m begging you like this.”

Still, there was no response. The worry, anxiety, and all sorts of negative emotions I had tried to suppress began to churn again, rising to my chest. I was terrified, feeling like I might suffocate.

If only Jihyuk would say something, anything. Like he used to, with that teasing voice, throwing humiliating words at me playfully—how nice would that be? I found myself thinking that without realizing it. No, I didn’t even hope for that much. I just wanted him to say anything except rejection. I didn’t care if it was coercion, resentment, or insults directed at me.

After an endlessly long silence, Jihyuk finally spoke curtly.

—I’ll send a car, so get in.

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The car Jihyuk sent arrived quickly. In the meantime, I tidied up the things left in the house and rummaged through the wardrobe to see if there were any clothes left. But no matter how much I searched, there wasn’t a single decent jacket to wear. I didn’t have many jackets to begin with, and I had taken them all to Daejeon.

As soon as I heard the car horn outside, I rushed out. The driver was the same man who had put me in the trunk and driven me to the officetel last time. As I got in, he started the car without a word.

The car was warm. It was comfortable and cozy. My foolish outfit was safely hidden behind the darkly tinted windows, so no one could see and mock me.

The heater gently blowing in the car was the same. I could feel my cheeks, red from the cold, slowly thawing. My stiff fingers and toes were no different. Wiggling my fingers and toes, I silently stared out the window.

With just one phone call, my body felt this much at ease. Though my heart was in ruins.

Only then did Jihyuk’s words hit me to the core. His arrogant claim that I would inevitably return wasn’t just bravado.

From the past few days’ experiences, I knew that the moment I stepped back into his house, my body would be abused to the point of breaking. But the warmth and comfort I was feeling now symbolically represented the rewards I would gain by submitting to Jihyuk.

Even if that comfort wasn’t mine to keep. If my younger sibling could avoid being swallowed by darkness. And if my mother’s treatment could continue.

Idiot, fool, sucker. Some might curse me like that. Why would I pay off my immature family’s debts when there’s no clear solution? Why couldn’t I give up on my mother?

But for someone like me, born empty-handed with nothing, that was all I had to protect. That was the only reason for my existence.

Even if I had to roll in the flames of hell, I desperately wished my sibling, who had just become an adult, wouldn’t fall into such a pit. I wanted my mother’s slowly rekindling spirit to bloom warmly.

If Jeonghee went to such a place, their life would be ruined beyond imagination. I couldn’t bear to see that as their older brother, even if it meant my death. If the price was enduring just one person—Jihyuk—I was ready to accept it willingly and gratefully.

Even so, the car I wished would never stop finally came to a halt. I got out, entered the elevator, and pressed the floor number the man had told me. The red numbers growing larger felt like they were pronouncing my sentence.

“…….”

Standing in front of the door, I painfully swallowed.

As Jihyuk had said to just come in, the door wasn’t locked. I grabbed the handle, turned it, and a dark gap opened. I stepped back into the place I had fled from days ago.

I saw a large figure sitting on the living room sofa. As he stretched out his hand holding the remote to turn off the softly chattering TV, the air in the house was instantly filled with silence.

“Come in.”

His unrefined, resolute voice commanded me.

My steps trembled. The moment I entered this house, my entire body was reacting with rejection. Every cell was screaming, recalling the brutal memories of what he had done to me over the past few days. Run. Turn back and escape now.

But I ignored those voices and forced my feet forward, standing in the middle of the dim living room. Jihyuk, lounging lazily with his large frame sunk into the sofa, slightly opened his mouth. Smoke poured out, clouding the air. With a careless flick, he tapped the ash into the ashtray and looked up at me with a crooked gaze.

“……!”

The moment I saw his face, I almost gasped in shock. My wide eyes trembled.

Jihyuk’s face was a mess. For a fleeting moment, my judgment clouded by panic, I wondered if he looked like that because of the lamp I had thrown at him yesterday.

But upon closer inspection, aside from the haphazardly placed bandage on his torn forehead, there were no marks I had caused. His handsome profile was entirely bruised purple, and the area just above his eye was precariously torn. It was painful to look at, enough to make me wince.

It was obvious at a glance. This wasn’t from bumping into something or getting hit by a stray object. Someone had deliberately beaten Jihyuk brutally.

What had happened in just one day? Who could have done this to Woo Jihyuk? For a moment, I forgot my own situation and stared at his face in a daze.

But a battered face didn’t dull his fierce aura.

“See, Jeonghyun-ah.”

Jihyuk gave a slight smirk.

“I told you you’d come back.”

His eyes curved sweetly, but the glint behind them was chillingly sharp. He slowly sucked on the filter between his long fingers. Holding in the smoke, Jihyuk stared at me intensely and exhaled. In the thick smoke, I bit my lips hard, unable to even cough.

“Go ahead. Say what you want to say.”

“…Huh?”

“You said you had something to say. That’s why you came here, right?”

His leisurely voice showed no hint of urgency. He didn’t need to rush. He had set the stage and could simply enjoy watching what pathetic display I’d put on in front of him.

The murderous glint in his eyes had been replaced by mockery and curiosity. Like he was watching a sports game, Jihyuk looked at me with interest. I stepped forward and quietly knelt before him. Since I had imagined this scene the entire car ride, it didn’t take much resolve to get this far.

“…Jihyuk-ah.”

My voice cracked pathetically as I called his name.

“…I’m sorry.”

I kept my gaze fixed around his knees, unable to lift my eyes. I could feel him smirking without needing to see his face.

“For what?”

His voice carried pure curiosity.

“What’s the teacher sorry for?”

“I… I was wrong in my thinking.”

I forced my voice out, which kept trying to crawl back into my throat.

“When you offered your kindness… I should have accepted it gratefully, but I rejected it. And… your forehead, for causing that… I’m sorry.”

“Teacher, your success rate is fucking abysmal.”

Jihyuk’s tone was clearly mocking, but the anger in it felt genuine.

“Why apologize for my forehead? Compared to me raping you for days, that was a cheap shot. You should be apologizing for tearing something else.”

“…Something else…?”

I shifted my kneeling knees and rolled my eyes. Did I tear something else? Was there something else besides his forehead that got torn? What was it? What…

As I desperately tried to recall, Jihyuk looked down at me and chuckled.

“Here, teacher.”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled it toward him. Startled by his high body heat, which felt like it could swallow me whole, I almost reflexively shook off his hand. Jihyuk pressed my hand against his chest, rubbing it carelessly against one side of his broad chest.

“My heart’s been fucking torn to shreds, teacher. Can’t you feel it? It’s all tattered.”

Even as he said this, Jihyuk’s lips stretched into a wide grin.

“You said I’m the same kind of bastard as Woo Jiwon, and it tore my heart apart, teacher. How are you going to take responsibility for this?”

“I’m… I’m sorry… I… I said something harsh.”

The overwhelming sense of injustice, anger, and despair flooded in. I squeezed my eyes shut before those emotions could leak through my closed eyelids. But they seeped out through the cracks anyway.

I was apologizing to Jihyuk, but I still didn’t know what I had done wrong. In my mind, it was clear that he was the one who had raped me for days, and he was even worse than Woo Jiwon. Yet my mouth spoke the opposite. Like a spineless, gutless person, I was begging him for forgiveness, and my only fault was having nothing, even if I wanted to die.

But I had lived too long in such times to feel aggrieved or sorrowful about reality. I was too exhausted to resent the injustice. Yet, despite that, tears fell. As I shed hot tears, Jihyuk spoke in a gentle voice.

“How can you kneel and cry so pitifully in front of your student, teacher? People might think I’m the one who swindled you out of a hundred million.”

“…No, it’s not… sob… I…”

I hurriedly wiped my tears with the back of my hand. I had to pull myself together. I didn’t come here to cry in front of Jihyuk. I came to offer myself to him and take what I needed from him.

“…I need your help. Just once… can you help me?”

His hot fingers reached out and slowly rubbed my wet eyes. The gentle touch, stroking my face several times, made more tears well up.

“Help, you say. So what will you do for me, teacher?”

Jihyuk asked in an innocent tone.

“Anything… I’ll do anything. Even… even that kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing?”

Jihyuk’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, like a child’s. His gaze, full of mockery, stared at me. I barely parted my lips, which kept sticking together.

“…What we did… for days.”

“So what’s that?”

“…Sex… if you want it…”

His words, comparing me to a whore, swirled in my ears again, but it didn’t matter anymore. Back then, I felt humiliated by those words, but not now. I came here to sell my body to Jihyuk. To keep my sibling from having to sell theirs outside.

“Wow, really?”

Jihyuk chuckled. The word I uttered seemed to amuse him greatly.

“So if I rip off all your clothes right here and fuck you senseless, you’d endure it?”

I swallowed hard. There was no room for hesitation. I should nod without pause.

Get a grip. This is why you came here. Forcing down the repulsion rising to my throat, I nodded frantically.

“…Yes. I can… I can endure it.”

Jihyuk smirked. His broad chest rippled with mockery toward me.

“Wrong.”

“…….”

“Wrong answer, teacher.”

My heart sank. Oblivious to my plummeting emotions, Jihyuk scolded me with a cheerful expression.

“If you’re selling your body, shouldn’t you cater to the buyer’s tastes?”

Jihyuk stubbed out his shortened cigarette and picked up the pack beside him. He pulled out another with his lips.

With a click, one side of his face briefly lit up in the flame. Even in broad daylight, the house was unusually dark. Jihyuk’s face, illuminated by the cigarette’s glow, looked even more languid today.

“I’m… well, I prefer something worn and seasoned over something docile.”

With the cigarette in his mouth, Jihyuk continued slowly. His muffled words mingled with the smoke billowing toward my face.

“Not someone doing it reluctantly, but someone begging and fawning over me—that’s my taste.”

“…….”

“Someone who crawls to me without being told, eagerly sucking me off, spreading their legs and pleading to be fucked. Screaming in pleasure when I do. That kind of thing. But…”

Jihyuk, who had been leaning back comfortably on the sofa, leaned forward slightly. Propping his elbow on his knee and resting his chin on one hand, he looked at me with keen interest.

“Can our teacher do that? Seems like it’d be tough. What should we do?”

The acrid smoke billowed out again, obscuring his piercing gaze.

Now I understood. The image Jihyuk wanted from me. There was no way not to know—he had explained it so explicitly and crudely.

But I had no luxury to weigh what was possible or not. The moment I walked here on my own, I had resolved to let go of my will, dignity, and self.

Worrying about whether this was okay as a teacher or fretting over shame was a concern I could only afford when I hadn’t fallen to rock bottom. If Jeonghee could be safe, and if my mother could continue her treatment—if Jihyuk could make that possible—I was fine being the whore he described. I didn’t care if I was treated worse than that.

Looking into Jihyuk’s eyes, I answered desperately.

“I’ll… I’ll do it. I can do it like that.”

“Just words?”

He raised one eyebrow leisurely, urging me on. I looked away from Jihyuk’s face. My resolve was complete.

Carefully, I crawled closer to Jihyuk on my knees. The distance, already close enough to touch, narrowed until our bodies were fully pressed together. I cautiously rested my forehead against the inside of his thigh. The hot heat flowing into my forehead awakened my awareness of what I was doing.

It’s fine. For days, he made me do oral sex until I was sick of it. I could recall the sensation even with my eyes closed—he had forced his cock into my mouth over and over. Doing it again wouldn’t wear out my throat, as I had learned to my horror. So…

I had to forget reality and focus on my actions. As I lightly rubbed my face against his already bulging, heated crotch, a whistle burst from above. Ignoring his mockery, I looked up at him desperately, signaling for permission to do this.

Jihyuk was smiling, but he didn’t let it slide.

“You need to say it too.”

Though his voice carried a faint hint of amusement, as if pleased with my actions. I parted my bitten lips and forced out my voice.

“…Th-then… let me… suck you off.”

“Teacher.”

Was it wrong again? Fear surged at his tone, which sounded like his interest had waned.

“It’s not turning me on at all. Didn’t you always tell me to improve my adaptability, teacher?”

“…Huh? Uh…”

“You said that, but why is your adaptability so fucking nonexistent? Think carefully. What should you say to make me want to fuck you, teacher?”

Jihyuk’s words were a stark, tear-inducing reminder of the dehumanizing treatment I was enduring. I wasn’t just crawling to suck his cock; I had to use my words to arouse his interest as well.

Shame wasn’t the issue. I had no experience in this, so I didn’t know what to say. Clutching Jihyuk’s knees, I hesitated briefly before speaking the first thing that came to mind.

“Your… your cock… I want to suck it. Please let me.”

But Jihyuk only reached out with a bored expression, ruffling my hair.

“Say it more like a cheap whore. What did I tell you before?”

“…What…”

I faltered, then recalled the word I’d heard pounded into my ears for days. A word I’d never uttered in my life.

My lips trembled as I swallowed several times. Jihyuk withdrew his hand from my hair. His eyes grew cold. I hurriedly parted my lips, which were trying to stick together.

“C… cock…”

“…….”

“Let me… suck your cock…”

“Whose cock? Woo Jiwon’s?”

Jihyuk smirked.

“Or should I let Yongchul have a go?”

It was a threat to do it properly, or he’d show me the worst possible outcome. It also meant he was looking down on my situation from above, seeing it all clearly.

Fear of that becoming reality far outweighed the surge of resentment. Realizing both his intent and what he demanded of me, I squeezed my eyes shut and pleaded.

“No… Jihyuk… let me suck your cock with my mouth…”

“Good job.”

Finally, a satisfied smile spread across his face. Mimicking the praise I used to give, Jihyuk gently stroked my head. His body relaxed back into the sofa.

“Now suck it.”

“Y-yeah… th-thank you…”

With trembling hands, I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Even after seeing it multiple times, the long, thick outline revealed through his underwear still filled me with dread. Carefully hooking my fingers into his briefs and pulling them down, he slightly lifted his hips to assist.

His muscular thighs stood out firmly. The dark skin and the thick, blackened pillar engorged with blood. Staring at it with despairing eyes, I slowly opened my mouth. From prior experience, I knew I had to open my mouth much wider than I thought to avoid my teeth touching it and getting slapped.

A crack sounded from my jaw. Holding the hot, thick thing with both hands, I slid the tip along the inside of my lips. The corners of my mouth, chapped from the cold winter wind, stung as they tore instantly.

As soon as I took it in, hot, sticky liquid burst out, flooding my mouth. Swallowing the rising nausea, I pressed the smooth, thick head against my palate and slowly pushed it deeper.

The image of myself sucking a man’s cock felt foreign yet absurdly familiar. After doing it a few times, I’d somehow gotten used to it. I’ve really become a whore. The self-deprecating thought hit me, but it no longer made me cry.

Haa… A languid breath burst above my head.

“You’re doing well, Jeonghyun-ah.”

Hot lips pressed against my forehead. Giving a short kiss like a reward, Jihyuk slowly tilted his head back toward the ceiling. Haa, his exhaled breath mingled with clouds of cigarette smoke. The acrid smoke clogging my airways made my mind feel hazy.

“Use your tongue more.”

Jihyuk’s voice, commanding from that position, was languid. Following his orders, I clumsily used my tongue to suck the pillar shoved deep into my throat. A lewd, filthy slurp escaped my mouth, along with transparent, sticky saliva.

Too focused to wipe the drool dripping down my chin, I moved my head up and down while kneeling. His strong body scent overpowered the musky male odor. His intoxicating smell, like a drug, cruelly brought back past memories.

“Teacher, what do you want to eat?”

“Fuck, you make me want to kill you.”

His rough yet tender demeanor flickered in my mind. The way he handled me roughly yet treated me like a precious jewel in his hands. The hot, youthful passion that filled his eyes whenever he looked at me. The desperate restraint he showed, despite his desire, never forcing me into this.

“Daydreaming?”

Muttering, Jihyuk grabbed my hair tightly. He yanked my head toward his crotch. The tip of the pillar filling my mouth stabbed the tender flesh of my throat. My airway blocked, a gag escaped as tears filled my vision.

“Ugh, urk!”

“Not focusing? If you don’t make me cum with your mouth, you’ll leave like this, teacher. Got it?”

His bored voice scolded me. Even in my oxygen-deprived haze, his words hit me like a bolt. I was the only one desperate here.

“…Gag, sob. Let me… do it…”

Panting, saliva dripped down my chin, stretching long. I hurriedly wiped the drool pooling on the floor with my palm. As I reached to take his cock back in my mouth—

“Take off all your clothes and suck.”

The curt command made me stand immediately. Fearing Jihyuk would tell me to leave if I hesitated even a moment, I moved mechanically to empty my mind.

I undid my pants and pulled them down with my underwear. Though there was no time limit, my hands fumbled in my haste. Removing my shirt and socks, I stood completely naked.

Undressing didn’t cause much hesitation, but being fully exposed brought an unavoidable wave of shame. My hands instinctively moved to cover my groin. Feeling pathetic, I knelt again, thinking this was less humiliating.

His blatant gaze slowly scanned my body. It felt like hundreds of sharp needles piercing my skin, his eyes filled with cold desire.

“Embarrassed?”

“N-no… I’ll… I’ll do it again.”

Rather than remain exposed to Jihyuk’s gaze, I figured it was better to do what I came for. Kneeling naked, I carefully rested my elbows on his knees.

His massive pillar loomed before my nose again. Twitching as if alive, Jihyuk’s cock, still wet with saliva, glistened. I cautiously grabbed it and put it back in my mouth. Entry was easier this time, like my mouth had grown accustomed.

Pushing the pulsing pillar deeper, it hit my palate. I shoved it in until just before gagging, silently praying Jihyuk would be satisfied. Glancing up, I checked his face. Thankfully, he seemed to appreciate my effort, watching me leisurely.

The hot pillar throbbed in my mouth, its pulse beating against my tongue. It felt like a separate, living creature, intensifying my repulsion.

But I had no right to express that. My role was to hold it in my mouth, shove it down my throat, and endure.

“Gag… urk.”

As Jihyuk began thrusting his hips, my airway truly felt blocked. The lack of oxygen made my eyes roll back. Each time he briefly pulled back, I gasped through my nose, tears and snot streaming, but he never fully withdrew.

My jaw ached painfully. My face was a mess of fluids. Yet my tear-blurred vision occasionally cleared. Jihyuk’s warm, teasing touch on my face caused it.

“Teacher, how’s it taste sucking your student’s cock?”

“Gag, huff, ugh…”

“Answer me. Does it taste good?”

To make me say humiliating things, Jihyuk kindly pulled out. As I panted, drool dripped, forming small circles on the floor.

“Haa… ugh…”

“Hurry up.”

His impatient voice urged me. Knowing what to say now, I wiped my soaked chin with the back of my hand and forced out my voice.

“…It’s… delicious… Jihyuk, your cock… it’s delicious.”

Hearing me, Jihyuk laughed aloud. His rough hand came over, patting my head like one would a large dog.

“Then I’ll let you have plenty of this delicious thing, so open your mouth.”

Before I could respond, Jihyuk’s hand roughly grabbed my jaw, forcing it open.

The glistening, red mass mercilessly pushed through the gap. The pillar pierced my throat in one go, pinning my body. A slurp sounded as saliva dripped down my chin.

“Urk, ugh, uhh…”

The stifled scream trapped in my throat sounded like a beast dying in a trap.

I felt like I was dying. Tears poured out incomparably to before. My fraying consciousness was surprisingly tenacious. When trapped here for days, passing out felt sweeter, and I wished to lose consciousness faster. But now, my position was different.

If I passed out now, Jihyuk might deem me useless. So I fought to stay conscious, tears streaming, forcing strength into my eyes.

Thrust, thrust. Slow but deep movements continued, as if engraving into my throat, persistent and relentless.

“Haa… I’m gonna cum, so open your throat wide.”

Jihyuk announced nonchalantly, grabbing my hair and pulling me hard toward him. Urk…! My dying scream faded inside my throat. The pillar filling my throat began to pulse.

“……!”

Hot liquid poured violently into my esophagus. The beastly, engorged cock unleashed its seed into my throat with full force. With my airway blocked and foreign matter flooding in, I couldn’t stay coherent.

It was like being on the brink of death. My wide eyes grew black. Just before my consciousness fully scattered, like being thrown into the deep sea, Jihyuk yanked his cock out of my throat.

“…Gasp, haa, hah, haa…”

Semen spurted from the still-twitching tip. It was an exhaustingly long ejaculation. Hot liquid splashed onto my eyelids, nose, and cheekbones. The sticky, slug-like fluid traced slow paths down my face.

“Haa… hah… ha, haa…”

Semen flowed into my open mouth. The bitter taste I’d been forced to swallow for days was so repulsive I nearly spat it out.

But Jihyuk, obsessed with making me swallow his semen, wouldn’t let that slide. As expected, his hand came over, closing my dazed, open mouth.

The wet cock touched my face. Jihyuk rubbed the thick flesh across my face, smearing the remaining semen messily. As the hot pillar moved over my face, coating it with sticky fluid, I kept my eyes down, panting heavily, enduring his play. My evaporated consciousness refused to return.

After repeating this several times, Jihyuk said in a cheerful tone,

“Wow, teacher. How can you get your nipples this hard while sucking cock? Are you getting off on it?”

Chuckling, Jihyuk flicked my nipple with his index finger. A sharp pain from the hit brought my senses back.

After a few more flicks, my nipple quickly reddened. Biting my lips to endure, I finally twisted my body slightly in protest.

“Ow… it hurts… Jihyuk-ah.”

“Stay still, Jeonghyun-ah.”

Teasingly, Jihyuk pinched my nipple hard this time. The pain was so intense my body jerked toward his fingers.

“Ow! It hurts, Jihyuk-ah… please…”

“Please what? Say it clearly.”

He still wanted me to spew vulgar words. Tears streamed as I grabbed his wrist, shaking my head.

“No, please… if you pinch like that, my nipples… it hurts, ugh…”

“Nipples hurt? Should I suck them instead of pinching?”

His playful question came with a giggle. I couldn’t bring myself to say yes; the words lingered in my mouth. The things he demanded were too shameful and difficult to say at once. But Jihyuk cruelly didn’t tolerate hesitation.

“Ow! It hurts! Ow…!”

Screaming at his harsh twist, I desperately grabbed his wrist.

“I’m asking. Suck them? Or do you like it rough like this?”

“Suck them, please, just suck them…”

“…Where? Who? If you’re begging, do it right.”

“My… nipples… suck them with your mouth, Jihyuk, please…”

Overwhelmed by unimaginable pain, I sobbed and spewed filthy words. I had no time to think about their meaning.

“Then get up here.”

Jihyuk, smiling lightly, patted his thigh. My trembling knees buckled as I tried to stand. My body didn’t feel like mine. Jihyuk clicked his tongue and caught me lightly.

“If you’d eaten the food I gave you and stayed here, you wouldn’t be this weak, right?”

It wasn’t something a person who raped me for over five days, keeping me bedridden, should say. But I had neither the right nor the energy to argue. Panting, I barely leaned my drained body against him.

Jihyuk sat my naked body on his thigh, grabbing my arms to keep me from leaning into him.

“Sit up straight. Push your chest out.”

“…….”

“More. I’ll suck your nipples, so push them out more.”

The vulgar words pierced my ears painfully. Held by his grip, unable to wipe my tears, I straightened my back and thrust my chest toward him. My bitten lips trembled.

Soon, a ticklish, soft sensation enveloped my areola.

“…Ah! Hng, ugh…”

“You’re really sensitive. Did a few days of sucking make you more responsive?”

Come to think of it, Jihyuk had licked my chest at times. Faint memories lingered in my hazy consciousness. But the pain elsewhere was so intense then that I hadn’t felt much. Today, though, my chest felt strangely sensitive.

The wet, hot sensation slowly grazed my skin. It felt like a creepy snake slithering wherever his tongue touched. My hips and thighs trembled. My knees twitched, trying to shift from sitting on his thigh. Each time, Jihyuk’s hands ruthlessly pulled my waist back onto him.

Slurp. The blatant, embarrassing sound was like a child sucking candy. His unreserved sucking and nibbling targeted not just my nipple but the areola and surrounding skin. New marks layered over the faint traces he’d already left on my chest.

“Ow, just a little… it hurts… Jihyuk, Jihyuk-ah.”

Ignoring my faint pleas, Jihyuk sucked the tender flesh harder. With a slurp, I saw my reddened nipple stretched between his lips and hurriedly turned my head. I couldn’t bear to look at it sanely.

A large hand warmly covered my other breast. Roughly kneading the empty flesh as if squeezing it, his grip harshly pulled it up, angling the nipple prominently. The relentless torment brought hot tears and moans.

Jihyuk buried his mouth in the meager flesh caught between his hands. Perhaps to tease my embarrassment and downcast eyes, he deliberately made lewd slurping sounds.

“…Ugh, ah…”

My hands twitched involuntarily. The sensation of my chest fully surrendered to his mouth was so foreign I wanted to push him away and flee. My head, numb with shame, pain, and a strange rising sensation, felt paralyzed.

I hated this feeling. I could endure pain by biting my lips, but this tickling, gut-twisting sensation…

“St-stop… please, stop…”

I weakly pushed his chest. With a loud slurp, Jihyuk released my nipple and muttered,

“Stop. No. How long are you gonna keep whining like that?”

“…N-no, that’s not…”

“If you don’t like it, leave. Should I stop?”

His low voice contrasted with his icy expression. Still pressing his lips to my chest, Jihyuk glared up at me. His raised eyebrow and furrowed brow tightened my chest chillingly. It was hard to believe this was a twenty-year-old’s face.

Panicked, I hurriedly hugged and stroked his head. In Jihyuk’s teasing terms, it was aegyo, but for me, it was a desperate struggle to survive.

“No… keep… keep going.”

“Feels good, teacher?”

“Yeah… it feels… good…”

Nodding desperately, Jihyuk smirked.

“Coming to sell your body and enjoying it.”

“…No, I…”

“Keep doing that. It’s nice to hear.”

With a scoff, his large hand reached down. His long fingers toyed with my hole like it was a plaything. My hips tensed instinctively, but recalling his recent scolding, I forced myself to relax, even taking deep breaths.

Jihyuk laughed aloud. My struggle to survive seemed like entertainment to him. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he said,

“Jeonghyun-ah. Open it up and put it in yourself.”

Stunned, I could only blink before stammering,

“…Huh?”

“Why ask back? Don’t understand?”

Seeing my gaping mouth, Jihyuk looked exasperated.

“Use your fingers to stretch your hole, teacher. You keep passing out if I shove it in all at once.”

“…….”

“When you’re done, stick it in and move your hips.”

Finishing his blunt explanation, Jihyuk slowly grinned.

“That’s clear enough, right? Show me your hole-stretching skills.”

Leaning back leisurely on the sofa, he watched me with an excited expression, clearly eager to see what I’d do.

Click. A new cigarette lit up. With it in his mouth, Jihyuk’s eyes gleamed.

“Hurry.”

I knew his polite urging wouldn’t come twice. But putting my fingers in my own hole? I’d never even imagined it. I could only flounder.

Desperately, I looked around for something to use as lube. Thankfully, a tube of gel sat on the side table. With trembling hands, I grabbed it.

Opening the cap, I awkwardly looked at my right hand. Hesitating, I spread two fingers and squeezed gel onto them. Compared to his, they were nowhere near as thick, but starting with more seemed impossible.

I slowly moved my slick fingers downward. As I slipped my hand between my legs, Jihyuk exhaled a long puff of smoke, casting a curious glance at my crotch.

It felt like Jihyuk’s gaze pierced my skin before my fingers could, making it nearly impossible to spread my legs wide. But since what I was about to do required it, I forced my thighs, which kept trying to close, to gradually open wider.

I carefully inserted my gel-slicked fingers slightly into the opening. Even pushing in just a knuckle brought considerable discomfort. The act of inserting my fingers into myself in front of Jihyuk felt so foreign and humiliating. With a flushed face, I lowered my eyes.

“Teacher, you’re taking forever.”

Seeing my slowing hands despite my efforts to hurry, Jihyuk scolded me in a bored tone. Biting my lips, I pushed my fingers in a bit further.

“Ah… ugh… hng.”

Despite trying to hold it in, pained whimpers kept escaping. When Jihyuk did it, a whirlwind of sensations left me no time to think, but strangely, with my own fingers, I felt nothing but discomfort.

Still, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stretch further. The tight, hot, and wet inner walls clenched around me. The thought that I’d soon have to take Jihyuk’s cock inside made my heart race with urgency. As I moved my fingers up and down, in and out, a squelching sound rang loudly in my ears.

“Gonna take my cock with just two fingers? Your hands are so damn small. Might as well shove your fist in.”

Despite his biting mockery, I kept my lips pursed, spreading my fingers to widen the passage. I couldn’t help my growing anxiety. If Jihyuk got impatient and shoved his cock in himself, I might pass out or tear horribly. I’d learned this time that my body was weaker than I thought.

Forcing another finger in, the passage tightened painfully with three. As I pushed my fingers between my legs, I was soon drenched in cold sweat. Agonized moans escaped involuntarily.

“Ah! Hng… ugh, ah…”

“Feeling it while fingering yourself, huh?”

“No… it’s not that, it hurts…”

My voice carried a sob. Jihyuk’s hand gently came over, brushing my sweat-soaked forehead.

“Cheer up, teacher. Nothing in this world comes easy.”

“Hng… ugh.”

“You’re earning a hundred million just by fingering yourself right now, teacher. Isn’t that impressive?”

Jihyuk’s soft whispers reminded me of my reality. His infuriating mockery didn’t even annoy me anymore. Getting emotional was a luxury I could only afford when I had the leeway.

“Looks good. You on my lap, fingering yourself to take my cock.”

Jihyuk smirked, his dimples deepening beside his wide grin. With a face charming enough to captivate anyone, he spewed such vulgar words.

“Keep going. Watching you soothes my torn heart.”

Acrid smoke clouded my vision again. Swallowing my ugh, ugh sounds, I silently stretched further. Pushing against the sticky, clenching walls with scissor-like fingers, I moved my hand up and down. The melted, hot gel trickled down my wrist.

“Need help?”

Jihyuk whispered, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. Before I could answer, he reached out, covering my hand as it worked the opening.

His thick fingers rubbed over mine, struggling to push through the folds. Like a snake sizing up its prey, his movements sent a chill through my chest.

“No, don’t! Please… I’ll do it myself, please!”

“You’re taking too long, so I’m helping.”

I shook my head in panic, but Jihyuk’s fingers forced their way between mine and the tight opening. I felt the entrance stretch unevenly. My legs, already open, tried to close slightly, but Jihyuk’s other hand grabbed my thigh, forcing them wide again.

“Stay still, teacher.”

His tone sounded gentle but was a warning. Holding my hand firmly, Jihyuk began moving our entwined fingers up and down.

Slowly, our combined fingers entered the passage. I didn’t want to know how many were inside.

His long, thick fingers reached places mine couldn’t. Each time they pressed a swollen spot, my toes curled, and my lower abdomen ached. It felt completely different from doing it myself. A sobbing voice escaped involuntarily.

“Ah, ah, ugh, Jihyuk, Jihyuk-ah…”

Without answering, Jihyuk moved his hand faster. Squelch, squelch, bolder sounds erupted from below. As his hand guided mine, the hot, melted gel mixed with some unknown liquid, splattering lightly. The electric jolt in my lower abdomen grew stronger. To hide this strange sensation, I could only sob, hug his neck, and bury my forehead in his shoulder.

After roughly probing inside me, Jihyuk finally withdrew his hand. The fullness vanished abruptly. A thin liquid trailed from his hand, stretching like a spiderweb.

“Now put mine in.”

Jihyuk commanded, wiping his hand. Clinging to his neck, barely enduring, I sniffled and sat up.

Looking down, I saw my own cock, shriveled and limp. Despite the long ordeal, Jihyuk’s cock stood as rigid as ever.

Fear surged naturally. I’d taken him countless times over days, but putting his cock in myself was a first.

With an uncertain expression, I lifted my hips on my knees, reaching down to carefully grasp his pillar. Biting my lips, I aligned the tip with my opening and slowly lowered my knees. Despite being stretched, the tip didn’t slide in easily, as my hand still hesitated.

“Hurry up and put it in. Need help with this too?”

“N-no… okay, just, just a second…”

On Jihyuk’s lap, holding his cock, I couldn’t sit or stand. Swallowing my sobs, Jihyuk spoke coldly.

“Fucking high-maintenance for a whore.”

His words made my suppressed tears fall. It was heartbreaking, so heartbreaking. What had I done to deserve such words from a student I taught?

But the answer was already clear. The gap between Jihyuk’s status and mine was unfair, and grieving that injustice was futile when the divide was so vast. Like looking up at a towering building whose top I couldn’t see.

And I was here to exploit that unfairness. To Jihyuk, looking down from that height, I must seem like an ant. To avoid falling into an inescapable hell, I needed him. I had no time to bleed from every sharp word.

Hot tears fell onto his thigh as I relaxed my tense thighs. With a thud, his long cock plunged hotly into my walls.

“…Ahh!”

Electricity shot to my toes. It felt like my insides were struck hard. Heat ignited in my lower abdomen, spreading through my body. It was as if something forbidden had invaded, making me grimace and breathe heavily.

I couldn’t move. His balls pressed against my hips, his cock buried to the deepest point. Nausea and bile rose. Yet Jihyuk cruelly issued another command.

“What are you doing? Move.”

My thighs trembled like I’d run a hundred meters. Barely lifting my knees, his cock slid out halfway with a loud squelch. Losing strength, I slammed my hips down with a thud, his cock hitting deeper than before.

“Argh…!”

“You like this, huh? Getting it deep?”

Through the dispersing smoke, I saw Jihyuk’s smirk. Mocking me sharply, he stubbed out his cigarette and urged me on.

“Keep doing what you like.”

Squelch, squelch. Struggling to lift my hips and sit back on his lap, his cock scraped my walls mercilessly with each thrust, invading as I gasped in the heat I’d brought upon myself, letting out near-sobbing moans.

Faster.

Jihyuk whispered, kneading my hips soothingly. My whimpers turned to louder sobs. Like a child, I sniffled and increased my pace. My soft hips painfully hit his rock-hard thighs. Thud, thud, thud. A strange sensation kept rising in the narrowing gap.

I wanted to stop, hating the feeling, but each time, Jihyuk thrust his hips deeper. Frightened, I could only cling to his neck and move faithfully.

“Ah! Ah, ugh, hng, mmph…”

The strange moans escaping with each thrust were unbearable. The sound of flesh slapping and the messy, wet noises were enough to dizzy my mind.

But the more I suppressed my sounds, the harder Jihyuk thrust, as if searching for something inside me. My trembling knees kept slowing.

“Not doing it right?”

Irritated, Jihyuk grabbed my waist and threw me onto the sofa. My vision flipped instantly.

Positioned between my spread legs, Jihyuk hooked his arms behind my knees. His weight crashed onto my folded body. With thud, thud sounds, an incomparably fierce impact tore through my hips. The relentless pounding swallowed my screams.

“Argh, haa, ugh, Ji, Jihyuk, ah!”

Like a terrified animal, I kept calling his name. But the only response was his increasingly rough thrusts.

The scorching heat filling my body surged in and out endlessly. His heavy weight crushed me without mercy. Jihyuk’s ravenous assault was so overwhelming my consciousness flickered.

Don’t pass out. Stay awake. Just a bit longer…

To not lose what I came to beg for, I desperately forced strength into my eyelids throughout the endless act. But by the time Jihyuk came inside me for the third time, my consciousness finally slipped away, seeking rest.