NANOM Ch 24

I buried my hand in the small back of his head and grabbed his hair tightly. Holding his face firmly in place, I slapped his right cheek three or four times with my palm. The cheek, which I always wanted to touch and kiss every time I saw it, was quickly ruined, like a crushed fruit, with just a few strikes.

Blood seeped through the torn, thin skin. I relentlessly struck only the right side of his face until blood stained my palm, then lifted that hand and switched it with my left, grabbing the back of his head. I pulled it back, forcing his drooping face upward.

Kim Jeonghyun, who had been trembling with his eyes tightly shut, opened them at that moment.

“…….”

Even while stuttering like a fool, he always called my name, Jihyuk, with desperate longing at critical moments. Every time he did, I thought he was foolishly clumsy yet somehow adept at finding his way to survive.

But today, Kim Jeonghyun, panting heavily and shedding tears in streams, kept his mouth firmly shut, showing no sign of opening it. When our eyes met, he immediately squeezed them shut again, so I began mercilessly slapping his left cheek with my left hand.

Slap, slap—the same sound as before filled the car. Despite the commotion, the car continued to drive silently. His body, shaking slightly with each jolt of the vehicle, trembled wildly in my grip. Every time I struck him, blood burst and his face broke further, and with each hit, a strange emotion surged within me.

I wondered if I should just kill him. Is this what they mean by being hopelessly stupid?

Even in this utterly pathetic situation, why couldn’t he grasp the reality of it all? If you’re not strong, at least be cunning. If you can’t even do that, just obey quietly like a dead mouse. Unable to do any of that, yet stubbornly clinging to useless attachments to family—Kim Jeonghyun, the fool.

But the one who’s truly laughably foolish might be me. What is it about this guy that I like so much that I’m personally beating him to make him understand that I, and only I, am his sole path to survival?

“Open your eyes.”

At the curt command, Kim Jeonghyun slowly opened his eyes. His tear-soaked eyes were cloudy. Despite his plain appearance, he was surprisingly prone to tears.

Both sides of his face were a mess, battered and bleeding, and the tears seeping into the wounds must have stung, as his eyebrows twitched. He had gritted his teeth to not let out a single groan while being hit, but he couldn’t endure the small pains, and the way his eyes quivered was utterly endearing.

Unable to resist the surging impulse, I kissed him. On the tear-drenched corners of his eyes, on both cheeks I had bloodied, and on his dry, cracked lips. The nosebleed trickling down had soaked his mouth, and his lips, exhaling hot breaths, tasted of warm, metallic blood.

“How does it feel to be hit by me?”

I asked, wiping his tearful eyes with my fingers. Kim Jeonghyun, blinking away hot tears, sniffled and answered in a trembling voice.

“…G-Good, I like it….”

“You’re getting beaten like this and you say it’s good? You’re out of your mind. Or is this just your thing?”

“N-No…. I don’t…. No, I like it.”

A chuckle slipped out naturally. His tearful, incoherent babbling was so cute that I wanted to tease him more.

“Then should I hit you more? You said you like it.”

“…….”

His lips visibly trembled, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask for more and pressed them tightly shut. I persistently followed his downcast gaze. When I forced him to meet my eyes, he couldn’t withstand the pressure and finally spoke in a small voice.

“…More… If you want…, no, because I messed up… hit me, please….”

I liked his attitude of trying to keep the promise he made last time, even while trembling with fear. But today, I had no intention of letting it slide.

What Kim Jeonghyun did today clearly crossed a line. Thinking of the unfamiliar phone number—some guy named Woojae or whatever—on that phone screen made a twisted laugh escape me again.

I was determined to make him pay for his reckless actions, to ensure he’d never dare try something like that again. So that whenever an impure thought crossed his mind, his body would instinctively react with ingrained fear. To achieve that, a few slaps were just the beginning.

Without hesitation, I raised my hand and started striking Kim Jeonghyun’s right cheek again. The blood that had been drying on his cheek burst anew. Tiny droplets of blood splattered and stuck to the car window.

His face would be swollen and bruised, even worse by tomorrow. Looking at Kim Jeonghyun’s face, so pitifully ruined, sent a pang through my gut, yet it also excited me twice as much.

I stopped hitting his right cheek repeatedly and asked him again.

“Jeonghyun. How’s it feel? Still good? Should I keep hitting you?”

His torn, tattered lips quivered as he bit them. His wrinkled chin trembled violently. Unable to hold it in, he let out a loud sob, “Ugh.”

“…Ah… Ugh, sob….”

“I’m asking you.”

At my cold, emotionless question, Kim Jeonghyun, still crying, stammered out apologies. He said he was sorry, that he was wrong, that he’d never do it again. He babbled incomprehensible words, crying like a child.

Unable to say it hurt or to stop, the words Kim Jeonghyun could utter were inevitably limited. He was terrible at grasping his place, but thankfully not so bad at reading the situation.

“Does it hurt? Should I stop, Jeonghyun?”

“Y-Yes… Yes….”

Seizing the chance, he nodded quickly, his eyes desperate. Seeing him look at me so earnestly stirred a dark desire within me.

“Then you’ll really listen to me from now on, right, teacher?”

“Yes…. I’ll listen…. I’ll listen well.”

I’d heard those words from Kim Jeonghyun countless times. Lies. Words I couldn’t trust at all, yet I chuckled. Even if I didn’t trust him now, it didn’t matter. I could make him trustworthy.

“Driver. Give me the thing we bought yesterday.”

The driver, who had been silently driving, reached over and opened the glove compartment in front of the passenger seat.

“Here it is.”

I slowly began opening the box the driver handed me. A few days ago, I’d bought it on a whim after hearing a word slip carelessly from Kim Jeonghyun’s mouth, not expecting it to come in so handy. Seeing the item from the box, Kim Jeonghyun’s lips trembled violently.

“…W-What… is this….”

“Can’t you tell? It’s a dog collar. Stick out your neck.”

When I bought it, I was in a good mood. Imagining Kim Jeonghyun, naked in my house, wearing this collar, being dragged around as I pleased. Eating only the food I gave him, sleeping only when I let him, sitting obediently like a dog, waiting endlessly for my return.

The thought alone was enticing enough to buy it, but now, as I fastened the collar around his neck and attached the leash, I was annoyed that this wasn’t purely for amusement.

No matter how many times he went through this, he couldn’t learn, so I had no choice but to put a leash on his neck to make it clear. I’m your only way out. So stop letting your useless brain scheme and just sit quietly in my house, taking advantage of a crazy fool like me who gives you everything.

“What can I do? No matter how much I teach you, you don’t get it. The moment I loosen up, you try to wander outside. But even if I let you go, you can’t run far and keep crawling back between my legs.”

“…….”

“Where else would you find a devoted guy like me? I’m managing you so kindly to keep your life from going to hell.”

I bought it on a whim, but the size fit perfectly. The red leather strap wrapped snugly around his neck. When I attached the specially ordered long leash, the picture I wanted was finally complete. A satisfied smile spread across my face.

“Looks good. Do you like it? It suits you.”

Unable to say he hated it, Kim Jeonghyun just lowered his eyes and cried. He was crying from shame now, but in time, he wouldn’t even feel that. He’d willingly follow my orders and be grateful to me.

To get there, I needed to thoroughly break Kim Jeonghyun, to strip away his useless sense of self. So he’d sit quietly by my side, obediently accepting whatever I gave him.

Looking at his bloodied, collared face as he cried, the anger from earlier eased just a bit. A self-deprecating laugh slipped out. Damn it, this was a sickness. A shitty sickness where my heart softened every time I looked at Kim Jeonghyun.

“It’s your calling. Why did you ever bother with teaching?”

“…….”

“Get down, kneel, and open your mouth.”

Since he wasn’t grasping his place and just sat quietly on the seat, I kindly instructed his next move. Kim Jeonghyun, so sexy and sharp when tutoring, was hopelessly clueless in this regard.

He clumsily knelt between my spread legs. When I shoved a couple of fingers into his mouth, he instinctively started sucking. Seeing him eagerly sucking while struggling to lift his swollen eyelids, I patted his hair with my other hand.

“Good boy. Are you going to listen well now?”

“…Y-Yes….”

Even as he drooled blood-mixed saliva down his chin, Kim Jeonghyun nodded desperately, looking both foolish and unbearably lovable. I pulled out my fingers and leaned down, kissing his lips as he knelt. He obediently opened his mouth, now accustomed to the deep kiss with tongue.

When I sucked hard on his offered tongue, Kim Jeonghyun trembled, letting out a whimper. I slowly licked up the drool messily spilling out, then searched for his wet flesh with my mouth again. Our tongues tangled, sweet and hot.

📖

As soon as I opened the front door, I yanked the leash hard. With a choking sound, his body was pulled forward limply. The sight of Kim Jeonghyun, helplessly swaying in my grip, was quite pleasing. When his body started to collapse forward, I pulled the leash back sharply to set him upright.

“Guh, ugh….”

His face quickly flushed red, as if his throat was constricting. After toying with Kim Jeonghyun like that a few times, I dragged him into the room by the front door.

This room, once used by Kim Jeonghyun, now reeked entirely of his scent. I used to think it was just a faint, unremarkable smell, but lately, just catching a whiff made my body react automatically.

I pulled the tightly wound leash forward, making his body lurch and collapse onto the bed. Watching him fall like a limp scarecrow, I grabbed the lube from the nightstand.

I squeezed it hard, but only a loud sound came out with nothing emerging, so I tossed it aside carelessly and opened the nightstand to grab a new one. I picked one at random from the pile of lube. With one hand, I pulled down Kim Jeonghyun’s pants and underwear together, then poured a generous amount of lube between the exposed white cheeks.

“…Ah!”

His slender waist jolted up, startled by the cold sensation. Even after using several tubes of lube in just a few days, he showed no signs of getting used to it.

His exposed, slender neck and the face turned to the side, barely gasping for breath. His blood-soaked, swollen face looked so pitiful it was almost tragic.

Yet, his refined, unadorned features, even amidst the ruin of his wounds, carried a strange allure that drew the eye. He probably didn’t realize it, but Kim Jeonghyun had a way of stirring the suppressed, twisted desires of men.

“Haa…. Hn, ugh.”

His screaming voice was completely hoarse. Yet, mixed in was unmistakably a sharp, nasal whimper.

Hearing his voice, which sent a shiver through my gut, made my scalp burn with sudden heat. At the same time, I recalled how Kim Jeonghyun had looked at me like he’d seen a ghost when he was entering another guy’s number into his phone. I gripped the back of his head tightly, pressing down with force.

“Jeonghyun.”

Despite the boiling anger in my head, my voice came out eerily calm.

“I keep putting up with you because I’m a pathetic fool, but you still need to be punished for trying to flirt with another guy.”

“…….”

“So I’m going to be a bit rough today, okay?”

I casually raised my tone as I unbuckled my belt with a click. His body stiffened instantly at the sound. I slapped his ass several times, but instead of relaxing, his body only grew more rigid.

“Relax.”

“Ah, hnn…. W-Wait, just a moment….”

I forcibly spread his cheeks, which kept clenching shut. Aligning the tip with the tightly contracted, lube-soaked hole, I rubbed it teasingly before suddenly thrusting my hips forward. Thanks to the constant attention day and night, the softened hole swallowed me in one go.

“Aaah!”

Kim Jeonghyun’s insides were hot and, despite all the attention, still tight. Each thrust felt like my dick was melting. Damn it, maybe my dick’s turned into a rag from screwing around so much with whores. I was undeniably furious, wanting to kill him, but seeing Kim Jeonghyun hold back tears with his bloodied face made my blood boil in a different way.

Gripping his hair tightly, I slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip, then thrust back in hard. I could see his hot inner walls being dragged along. When I pulled out leisurely and slammed back in, the screams and cries he’d been holding back finally burst out uncontrollably. His hiccuping, trembling body tightened around me even more.

With his face buried in the pillow, Kim Jeonghyun gritted his teeth, taking the pounding. The once-white pillowcase was now stained messily with tears and blood. Annoyed at the sight of him trying to endure, I grabbed his hair and yanked his head to the side.

“Our teacher’s selling himself cheap today.”

“Ah, hnn…. Ji, Jihyuk, ugh, sob….”

“Don’t like it? Does it hurt? Damn it, should I stop?”

When I pressed him with a cold tone, he shook his head weakly, as if snapping to his senses.

“N-No… It’s good, I like it… Keep going….”

“You say it’s good, so why are you crying and making a fuss? Makes me not want to keep going.”

“Sorry…. I’m sorry. Hnn, sob. Keep, keep going….”

Blood mixed with lube oozed from his torn hole. Good, my ass. Seeing his pitifully tattered hole reflexively clenching made my emotions churn even more. I roughly flipped Kim Jeonghyun over to face the ceiling.

Looking at his tear- and blood-soaked face, wearing that ridiculous collar, I couldn’t tell if the boiling feeling was lust or rage. I just wanted to tear into him until his organs burst, to push and torment him until he was screaming and clinging to me.

Panting heavily and biting his lips until they bled, Kim Jeonghyun kept babbling that he was sorry, that he was wrong, and that it felt good, so please keep going. If only he’d been this obedient from the start. But give him the slightest chance, and he’d start scheming again. Damn it, and pathetic me would keep taking him back.

In this hopeless, dead-end situation, I wondered if I should just break his ankles to stop him from wandering down wrong paths. Maybe I should ruin him until he’s a fool who can’t even think for himself. So he’d never dare contact another guy behind my back. No, damn it, I just want to kill him.

My scattered, frenzied thoughts caught fire. That emotion poured directly into my relentless thrusts. Each time I slammed into him, Kim Jeonghyun wailed, begging for forgiveness, then repeating that it felt good with a pale face.

“Just one call, I’ll hang up right away. Okay? I’ll do it in front of you….”

“Just… wanted to call a friend, just one call….”

“To see how I’m doing…. A doctor who offered to help… just to check how I’m doing.”

Every time I recalled his timid, stammering voice, a dark, intense emotion surged through me. Amidst it, a faint, threadlike voice rose up, now faded.

“Good job, Jihyuk.”

A voice I could never hear again, one that made my heart sink just imagining it. Kim Jeonghyun had a natural talent for making people feel pathetically emotional. He was foolish yet cute, infuriating enough to want to kill, but somehow pitiable and lovable in a way that tugged at my heart.

I could feel his pulsing heartbeat somewhere, resonating clearly. It was desperately crying out. I want to live. This worthless, pathetic life, but I want to keep living. So please help me. That heartrending plea felt too vivid in my grip today.

“Ji…. Ugh, guh, sob, guh.”

At that moment, his eyes widened.

My blurred vision gradually cleared. That threadlike voice, unable to even call my name properly, was sobbing. I hurriedly released my right hand, which had been strangling his slender neck.

Crazy bastard…. The curse that came with my ragged breaths was directed at myself. Seeing Kim Jeonghyun coughing and gasping for air, I couldn’t help but curse again. The overwhelming emotion was unmistakably panic.

I carefully checked his face, making sure he was breathing properly. Thankfully, his deathly pale face slowly regained color. Only then did my frozen heart start beating again.

After all the effort I put into getting him, to make such a ridiculous mistake while taking care of him like this.

A hollow laugh escaped me. A foolish sense of relief mixed with a terrifying possessiveness surged over me. I wanted to melt his frail body with my warmth and absorb it completely into me.

I resumed the thrusting I’d paused. Kim Jeonghyun, drenched in tears and gasping for breath, started screaming again. I kept going, pouring myself into him until his screams subsided and his body went limp.

📖

A burning pain on my cheek woke me. The first thing I saw was the city lights filtering through the dim darkness.

As my vision adjusted, a familiar smell hit my nose. The artificial scent of lube, the metallic tang of blood, and the overpowering stench of semen filling the room, churning my stomach.

I could feel all sorts of fluids caked between my buttocks and legs. Blinking slowly, I dazedly wondered what was going on. He always cleaned my body meticulously, even after ravaging me so fiercely.

But thinking of Jihyuk’s furious face from earlier, I should be grateful he didn’t kill me. He must have been really angry today. The memory of him climbing on me with a crazed expression, strangling me, sent chills down my spine.

My jaw trembled. Clenching my teeth, I tried to sit up when something unfamiliar caught my eye.

“…….”

At the foot of the bed stood a massive full-length mirror. The lights were off, but the city glow illuminated the room clearly, forcing me to confront my reflection bluntly.

My battered face was horribly torn and swollen. The blood smeared across it had dried into a grotesque crust, chilling to look at. And seeing what was around my neck, my heart sank with a thud.

With the collar, I truly looked like a dog. As if that weren’t enough, the long leash was tied to the bedpost. Like a dog whining to escape, my appearance left me neither laughing nor crying. I just blinked slowly, staring blankly.

My clothes were completely stripped off, and my neck and chest were covered in bite marks. Unable to count the numerous teeth marks, I was blinking when a faint light spread, and the sound of the door opening reached my ears.

“Awake?”

Jihyuk, entering the room, seemed in a much better mood than before.

“If you’re up, you should wash and eat, teacher.”

“…Yeah.”

A powerless voice came out. Lowering my head, I stared at Jihyuk’s feet as he untied the leash from the bedpost. Once it was fully undone, he playfully tugged the leash connected to my collar. My body lurched forward, my throat choking with a gasp.

“Get up.”

I struggled to lift my hips. My trembling legs barely followed Jihyuk. They felt like they’d collapse any moment, but I gritted my teeth and followed him, refusing to lean on him.

But as soon as I started walking, something else seized my attention. Hot liquid kept gushing out between my legs. Feeling the semen and blood dripping down my thighs and onto the floor, I silently followed him into the living room.

The smell of food wafted over. My empty stomach shamelessly growled, demanding food, but my parched mouth naturally rejected it. Above all, in this state—naked, wearing a dog collar, with fluids dripping from my backside—I had no desire to eat.

Yet Jihyuk casually urged me.

“You need to eat, teacher.”

“I….”

Clearing my hoarse throat with a cough, I looked up at Jihyuk pleadingly.

“…Sorry, but… I really want to wash….”

His gaze, silently looking down at me, felt crushing. I flinched, lowering my eyes to his feet. After doing something like that, what right do I have? It felt like Jihyuk would say that any moment.

Or perhaps I’ll slap you again for being so presumptuous with your demands. The fear that any more hits might truly ruin my face surged forward. But surely, he wouldn’t kick me out just for saying I want to wash, right?

His unreadable gaze seemed to strangle me. More terrifying than his sharp mockery or the violence of his slaps was the silent stare looking down at me. The dread that Jihyuk might abandon me at any moment opened its jaws and slowly swallowed me. I shook my head frantically.

“No, no… Just… pretend you didn’t hear that. I spoke wrong.”

“…”

Jihyuk still said nothing. The growing anxiety felt like a knife chasing me from behind. My torn lips trembled as I pleaded desperately again.

“I’m sorry… I won’t wash. You prepared food for me… I was wrong to think otherwise.”

But Jihyuk merely tilted his head slightly, gazing at me silently. My heart raced, feeling like it might crush me whole, and tears threatened to burst out again. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would throw me to the ground.

I clenched and unclenched my chilled fingertips repeatedly. My eyes, lost, darted back and forth. What now? What should I do? Should I kneel and beg? Should I try sucking him off? No, I got scolded for touching him without permission before. So what, what should I do?

“Teacher.”

Jihyuk’s voice halted the runaway train of my thoughts. His eyes, calling my name, held a faint spark of life, and his expression even seemed amused.

“What’s wrong? Just wash. Who said anything against it?”

“N-No… That’s not what I meant…”

“I’ll wash you. Hurry up and get to the bathroom.”

Hearing Jihyuk’s voice, which felt almost tender, a wave of sorrow surged within me. As his hand gently stroked my tear-hot eyes, my heart crumbled with a crashing sound.

“Sniff, sob… Sob…”

“Don’t cry. Why are you crying? You’ll ruin your pretty face.”

His embrace and the kiss on my cheek were endlessly sweet. The sound made my tears burst even louder. Jihyuk, soothing my sobbing, led me to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water. While the water filled, I stood by his side, holding my breath, waiting for his next move.

Countless times, Jihyuk had cleaned my body while I was unconscious, but this was the first time I’d entered the bathroom with him while fully aware. My hands trembled from exhaustion, but I still wanted to wash myself. However, asking for even that was unthinkable.

I stared blankly at the rising steam, thinking how nice it would be to sink into the hot water and fall into a deep, long sleep. How cozy it would be to submerge far beneath the surface.

But I quickly blinked hard to shake off those thoughts. I couldn’t ignore the reality I wanted to forget.

“It’s ready. Get in, teacher.”

The loud sound of water filling the bathroom stopped. Jihyuk, rolling up his sleeves lightly, gave a slight smile and nodded toward the tub.

Something hot kept gushing out between my legs. If I lifted my leg to step into the tub, Jihyuk would see it blatantly, but my resigned mind thought, so what?

The problem was my legs, which refused to move. The thigh I struggled to lift fell back like a robot with a dead battery. As I tried again, my body suddenly floated. Held in Jihyuk’s arms, I was placed into the tub like a docile doll.

The hot water lapped at my chest. The perfect temperature brought a languid calm, and my eyelids drooped shut. But my pounding heart wouldn’t settle. Jihyuk, sitting beside me, made it impossible to do anything.

“I’ll wash you.”

With a curt announcement, Jihyuk extended his rough hand. Seeing it approach my face, I instinctively closed my eyes and flinched. The memory of him mercilessly striking me still lingered. Seeing my reaction, Jihyuk chuckled.

“Don’t be scared. If you behave, I won’t have to hit you.”

The moment his hand, wet with hot water, touched my face, I nearly screamed. I pressed my lips tightly to hold it in, but my tattered lips ached. Every time water trickled down, it seeped mercilessly into the cracks of my torn skin. The pain, cruelly scraping my nerves, left me dazed. I swallowed the screams trying to escape with choked sobs.

Jihyuk clicked his tongue and extended his warm hand.

“Why do you do pointless things and get yourself beaten? It hurts the one hitting you too.”

“S-Sorry…”

I stammered an apology with my hoarse voice. Jihyuk, giving me a brief smile, began washing me firmly, regardless of my pain.

“Tilt your head this way.”

While washing my hair and rinsing my face again, I nearly burst into tears. Still, I gritted my teeth and barely held it in. Jihyuk was good at hitting, but he also obsessively applied medicine and cared for wounds until they healed, so I had to comply.

Just washing my hair and face felt like my soul was being drained. Exhausted and slumped in the tub, Jihyuk drained some water, lowered the level, and reached out with soapy hands, tickling my body. My body instinctively twisted and squirmed.

“You’re always in so much pain. Is being with me just painful?”

“N-No… It’s fine. It feels good…”

“Good, my ass. You keep lying, huh?”

His words were harsh, but the slight smirk on Jihyuk’s face suggested his mood was better than before.

“Should I make you feel good, teacher?”

“Huh…?”

“Come to think of it, I’ve never seen you really enjoy it.”

I wondered what he was planning. His hands, lathering my body, moved lower. As his creeping hands passed my flat chest and stomach, grabbing my cock, my body jolted.

“Why, why there…”

My eyes widened. Jihyuk had taken me from behind countless times, but touching me so blatantly in front was new. Sometimes, during intense sessions, he’d roughly grab and shake me in rhythm with his climax, but the overwhelming sensations then made it impossible to focus on that act.

Jihyuk’s hand gripped my cock and began stroking gently. The flesh, played with by his warm hand in the water, reacted far faster than my flustered mind. Seeing my cock slowly rise, I was stunned.

It wasn’t Jihyuk’s cock standing—it was mine.

I’d never seen such an alien sight. I was the only one naked. In the quiet, where only breathing echoed, I displayed my erect cock, grabbing Jihyuk’s wrist in panic to stop him—a rare act lately.

“Ji, Jihyuk. Y-You don’t have to. Please.”

“Why not?”

His tone turned sour, as if my resistance annoyed him.

“I’m always the one acting like a horny dog, panting and hard. That’s not fair.”

“No, I like it too…”

“Weren’t you begging me to fuck you? So why’s your reaction always so half-assed here?”

His large hand softly kneaded my balls in the water before gripping the shaft. As he slowly stroked, I hunched over, letting out a whimper. It was more disorienting than the burning pain on my face.

“S-Stop. Please…”

“Jeonghyun.”

His cold voice stopped my frantic head-shaking.

“What did I say would happen if you talked like that?”

“…”

“Why do you keep doing this? Have I been learning from such a dumb teacher all this time?”

His sharp words scolded me. I couldn’t help but stop pleading. Staring at me intently, Jihyuk began moving his hand again. My cock, squeezed in the hot water, grew harder and hotter.

Jihyuk glanced down and laughed.

“Even your dick’s pretty. Come up and sit here. I’ll touch you properly.”

Trembling, I barely lifted my body at his kind command. Sitting on the tub’s edge, Jihyuk spread my legs wide. Facing him with my legs spread, I watched as he grabbed my cock with a soapy hand.

It felt completely different from in the water. His foam-covered hand gripped the shaft tightly, stroking up and down. The sensation of my gut melting nearly made me scream.

“Ah, ngh…! Ah, Jihyuk, ah!”

I couldn’t help but be startled by my own loud cry. Even Jihyuk’s eyes briefly showed surprise, but soon mischief and deep satisfaction took over. Stroking my cock gently, he smiled.

“Ah, hnn, Ji, Jihyuk, ngh…”

Even I found it strange. Realizing my voice was entirely different from the cries I’d directed at Jihyuk before, a wave of embarrassment hit me.

But Jihyuk gave me no respite, relentless in his assault. The wet sounds filled the bathroom. My cock, as hard as it could get, throbbed in his hand, leaking thin fluid.

No one had ever touched my cock so devotedly for so long. Unable to stop him, I covered my face instead. I couldn’t control my twisting hips.

“Ah, ahh, hnn, ah…!”

My waist arched inward sharply. A wave of climax hit me.

Thick, white fluid spurted out, splashing everywhere. It scattered across my stomach and chest.

It felt like the first time I masturbated—no, even more disorienting. Even in the haze of climax, I stared blankly at the scene. I couldn’t believe that the cock ejaculating wasn’t Jihyuk’s but mine.

Panting and trembling with my heated body, Jihyuk’s long fingers reached out, stroking me like playing a piano. Spreading the cum slowly across my stomach and chest, he smiled with evident satisfaction.

“Feeling good even in this state, beaten and collared? You must be a natural, teacher.”

Jihyuk, chuckling, kissed my forehead. The soft sound echoed in the bathroom like a verdict.

As he splashed water on me, the white, thick fluid dripped into the tub. I accepted his touch in a daze as he rinsed me with clean water, dried me with a towel, and led me out of the bathroom.

Until now, I thought I was enduring Jihyuk’s one-sided violence for my family. I had to endure. His touch was terrifying, disgusting, and exhausting, but if selling my body meant survival, I thought I had to bear it.

But what I just felt was undeniably pleasure. No matter how I tried to deny it, I came in Jihyuk’s hand and let out moans, not screams, for the first time.

Even in this state, you feel it. You must be a natural, teacher.

The words Jihyuk always spat to degrade and mock me spun in my head. Had I lived thinking I was sexually reserved just because I lacked experience? Was it, as Jihyuk said, really my calling? A born whore, as he repeatedly claimed.

Maybe it was true. That thought made a hollow laugh escape me. For someone with nothing and no luck, having something to sell was a relief.

But that was as far as I could laugh. After the bath, all Jihyuk gave me was a large towel. I dried off, put the dog collar back on, and waited for clothes, but nothing else came.

Naked and collared as when I entered the bathroom, I followed Jihyuk with my head bowed. Humming, he led me by the leash to the dining table.

With a lifeless gaze, I thought that after eating, I could rest. After pushing me to death, he’d give me time to rest. Though I’d been unconscious for so long, my exhausted body and mind craved endless rest.

But I soon realized that was a mistake. As I moved to sit across from Jihyuk at the table, I saw my spot was empty. The only tableware was in front of him.

Standing awkwardly, Jihyuk casually pulled out a chair and sat. He looked at me with a sweet smile.

“What’s wrong?”

“My… bowl and spoon are missing…”

I mumbled, lowering my eyes.

“Your stuff? It’s right here.”

“…Huh?”

“This is your spot now.”

I couldn’t believe what Jihyuk was saying with his cheerful voice. He nodded toward the floor under the table, at his feet.

I followed his gesture with a stunned gaze. Lowering my eyes and head, I saw two bowls at his feet.

“…W-What’s this?”

They were unmistakably dog bowls, filled with the same food as on the table.

“You’re so bad at knowing your place, so I got these to help. Like them?”

His calm explanation left me breathless.

Words like shock or disbelief couldn’t capture the emotions slowly passing through me. Like a sharpened knife pressing down on flesh, an indescribably sharp insult sliced through me, splitting my worn-out sense of self in two.

No matter what, this was too much. I could accept that I’d done wrong, that Jihyuk had reason to do this after seeing myself raped and collared in the mirror.

But what he demanded now struck even my broken standards as shocking. He seemed determined to show me he no longer saw me as human.

“…Jihyuk, I… I really messed up.”

My hoarse voice stammered an apology. I desperately hoped he’d relent on this. But despite my plea, his arrogant gaze didn’t waver.

“I know. You messed up. That’s why I’m punishing you now.”

“I won’t… do it again. So…”

“If you’d stayed quietly by my side from the start, I wouldn’t have gone this far.”

His bitter smile almost sounded genuinely regretful.

“You know the saying, ‘You make your own fate’? That’s exactly what you’re doing. If you’d just accepted being called teacher, why fall to the level of a dog?”

“…”

“Got it? Hurry up and sit there to eat.”

Ending the conversation unilaterally, Jihyuk began eating. My request to eat like a human at the table was flatly ignored.

I stood frozen for a while, then quietly knelt. Pushing aside the chair I always used, I slowly crawled under the table.

His thick thighs and calves came into view. One bowl of water and one of rice and side dishes sat right by his feet. There was no spoon.

The space under the table was too cramped to eat or even sit upright. I naturally had to bend over, hands on the floor. But no matter how dog-like the posture, my mouth wouldn’t naturally go to the dog bowl.

Staring blankly at the food, another curt command came from above.

“Don’t leave any.”

Unable to defy the order, I slowly reached out. With no spoon, it was my only option. But Jihyuk added in an annoyed tone,

“Should I tie your hands behind you? Eat like a dog. With your mouth.”

He mercilessly took away my last means. There was no way to retreat. I bit my trembling lips and released them.

After repeating that three times, I slowly reached forward to brace myself on the floor. My trembling arm muscles struggled to keep my body from collapsing.

I slowly lowered my face toward the food. The bowl held rice topped with well-seasoned meat and vegetables. As my mouth touched the food, the seasoning smeared around my lips and cheeks. It wasn’t hot, having cooled, but eating with only my mouth made it messy and ineffective.

Still, I forced a mouthful of rice in. Eating without hands was no easy task. The cramped space under the table made it impossible to sit up. I was truly meant to eat like a dog, hunched in an awkward position.

The quiet clink of dishes continued above. Each time I struggled to shove food into my mouth, I recalled Jihyuk’s expression watching me across the table.

He hated it when I left food and grinned mischievously when I finished. That smile stuck in my mind like chewed gum, lingering as I buried my face in the food repeatedly.

Don’t think. Just eat as Jihyuk says. Don’t make him angrier.

If I snapped to reality and my sense of self stirred, I’d only suffer. I shouldn’t think…

“…Sob, sniff.”

Tears dripped into the dog bowl. No matter how I tried to erase it, the last shred of my identity and dignity broke me. The shattered fragments endlessly covered my already broken heart, causing pain.

If Jihyuk wanted, I’d let him use my body as he pleased. That conclusion came after sharp, grueling experiences had worn me down like a smoothed pebble. But Jihyuk always said that wasn’t enough. And it was all my fault.

Was I really, as he said, foolishly twisting my own fate? I just wanted to save my family. And if I had one greedy desire, it was to live too.

But that was too much to ask. Kneeling in this absurd state, I could only agree with him now.

If I’d stayed quietly by his side, I wouldn’t have ended up like this. At least, I could have eaten like a human across from him…

“Sob, ugh, hnn…”

My sobbing grew louder. My heart tightened with anxiety and fear. I expected Jihyuk’s kick to fly at me any moment, demanding why I was crying, yanking the leash.

But unexpectedly, a gentle voice came instead. Jihyuk, pulling his chair back slightly, looked down at me with a playful expression.

“That sad, huh?”

“Sob, yes, ugh, sniff…”

“You need to answer.”

“Ugh, hnn… Not sad, I’m fine… Please forgive me, please.”

My pleas and sobs mixed chaotically. Stammering, I looked up at him desperately.

I wanted to go up. To the table. To at least eat like a human.

Seeing me, Jihyuk chuckled, stood, grabbed a bowl of rice and a spoon, and sat back down. He kindly nodded at his lap.

“Come up, then.”

Hesitation briefly hit me, realizing I’d have to sit on his lap, not the chair. But the chance to go up was overwhelmingly welcome. I hurriedly crawled out from under the table.

“Take it out first, then sit on it.”

His low command came as he nodded downward. I alternated between his bulging pants and his face in sheer terror. I couldn’t believe it.

All day, my hole had been used until it tore. How could he… His demand for such a dehumanizing act at the dinner table felt heavier than the act itself.

But seeing Jihyuk’s face, merely raising an eyebrow to urge me, the instinct to not anger him took over.

With trembling hands, I pulled out his cock and opened my mouth wide. I took it to the back of my throat, coating it with as much saliva as possible. After sucking until it was slick, I gripped his thighs and climbed up.

Facing away from Jihyuk, I sat on his lap. My trembling thighs shook. As I pressed down, my fully loosened hole easily swallowed the blunt tip.

With a slick sound, my hips spread wide, the fullness overwhelming. Nausea hit, as if I’d vomit everything I’d just eaten.

The slick sound accompanied a heavy sensation as my hips spread wide. The feeling of being completely filled inside made me momentarily nauseous, as if I might vomit everything I had just eaten.

“Hnn… Ha… Ugh.”

“Eat well.”

With me sitting on his lap, Jihyuk casually picked up his chopsticks. As he put warm, steaming rice into his mouth, his left hand stroked my head and neck.

Lowering my lifeless gaze, I scooped a spoonful of rice and put it in my mouth. My hand, struggling with the spoon, trembled.

I was finally able to use the spoon I had so desperately wanted while under the table. So this was good. Sex with Jihyuk had become as natural as flowing water by now, so… being able to use a spoon now was better than eating like a dog crouched under the table.

“Eat a lot, Jeonghyun.”

With a playful tone, Jihyuk rubbed his nose against my bare back, teasing me. Then he lightly thrust his hips upward. The sudden, violent intrusion nearly made me spit out the food in my mouth.

“You’re not even answering.”

His left hand, not holding the spoon, now pinched my exposed nipple. My swollen, over-chewed nipple was mercilessly crushed and pressed in his fingers.

“Hngh!” With a loud cry, I twisted my waist, and his cock scraped my inner walls, slipping out slightly. Teasing me, Jihyuk pulled my torso close and forced me back down hard, making his cock plunge deep inside again, settling into place.

“Ah… Hnn, ah…”

Saliva dribbled out of my mouth. My raw, burning hole stung and throbbed. Letting out a giggling laugh, Jihyuk moved his left hand from my nipple to grip my cock. Creating a situation where I could hardly focus on eating, he still spoke calmly.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and eat.”

“Ugh, hnn, Jihyuk…”

“If you don’t eat, you’re going back under the table.”

His tone carried a smile, but it was an unyielding command. Despite the churning in my gut, I picked up the spoon I had set down. I didn’t want to eat anything anymore, but I forced myself to scoop the rice in front of me and put it in my mouth. It was a mechanical motion, devoid of any will.

With his cock inside me, I had to keep eating, enduring Jihyuk’s occasional hip movements or his teasing touches on my cock.

Even after just a few spoonfuls, an unpleasant fullness filled my stomach. I desperately wanted to stop eating, but I never wanted to return under the table. Even if it meant eating with his cock inside me on his lap. I just wanted to eat like a human, like this.