FH 1.10
Passing the stone steps of the yard and opening the front door, Cookie, with a cactus doll in its mouth, came rushing out from the end of the hallway. Ignoring Cookie, Won-hyeop took Ji-su to the living room and threw him onto the sofa. Having collapsed, one of Ji-su’s cheeks was so severely swollen that he couldn’t close his mouth properly. Jang-ho and Jong-bae followed them inside and stood behind Won-hyeop.
Won-hyeop placed his hands on his hips and looked down at Ji-su. His eyes were piercing, and his voice sounded different than usual.
“Looking at you now, you’re not scared of me for shit, are you?”
Although Cookie couldn’t speak human language, it sensed the menacing atmosphere and hovered around Won-hyeop. Unable to approach closely, it paced back and forth before settling in front of the kitchen.
“That’s why you’re acting so fearless. Right?”
Ji-su lifted his head and looked up at Won-hyeop, but the emotion reflected in his tear-filled eyes was far from fear or anxiety. It was resignation. Drenched in helplessness, he remained unmoved.
Noticing this, Won-hyeop cruelly recalled the thing Ji-su feared most. If shouting, slapping his cheeks, or kicking him in the stomach didn’t work, there was only one way left.
Won-hyeop looked back at Jang-ho and Jong-bae and gave Jong-bae an instruction without hesitation.
“Go set the table right now.”
Won-hyeop looked at Ji-su again and asked.
“You’re scared of having food shoved in your mouth, aren’t you?”
Ji-su bit his lip hard and watched Jong-bae’s back as he headed toward the kitchen.
Won-hyeop let out a hollow laugh.
“I’ll use this opportunity to thoroughly cure your mental illness, so get ready.”
Jong-bae quickly boiled soup, scooped rice, and set it on the living room table. He brought out various side dishes, just as the Housekeeper would. Finally, after laying down the spoon and chopsticks, he stepped back.
Though it was a dinner hastily prepared by Jong-bae, who had little experience cooking for others, the white rice was glossy and the variety of side dishes made it seem sufficient. In particular, the amount of rice was well over twice what Ji-su had eaten for breakfast and lunch today.
Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su by the collar to pull him into a sitting position and gestured toward the food with his chin.
“Eat it.”
Ji-su only let tears drip down and did not lift the spoon. When Won-hyeop slapped his cheek with the hand wearing the ring, he collapsed to the side, shedding tears onto the sofa.
“Hic, h-ugh, ugh…”
The cheek scratched by the ring tore, and small droplets of blood formed.
Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su by the hair, pulled him back up, and spoke once more.
“Pick up the spoon.”
Ji-su’s hands trembled. He was finally terrified.
Won-hyeop clenched his molars so hard that his jaw muscles stood out. He felt an impulse to grab Ji-su by the hair and fling him into the middle of the living room. He raised his hand high, but instead of slapping his cheek, he picked up the spoon and scooped some rice. Then, he pushed Ji-su down onto the sofa, climbed on top of his chest, and grabbed his jaw.
Ji-su burst into tears and grabbed Won-hyeop’s forearm, but Won-hyeop shook off his hand and pressed both cheeks to force his mouth open. Won-hyeop’s grip was so powerful that Ji-su couldn’t shake his head. He couldn’t possibly beat Won-hyeop with strength.
Won-hyeop shoved the spoon into Ji-su’s mouth to feed him rice and then closed his jaw.
“Chew.”
When Ji-su failed to chew properly, Won-hyeop pressed his fist against his throat. Ji-su tried to cough but swallowed the rice as it was.
Won-hyeop scooped another spoonful of rice and shoved it into Ji-su’s mouth in the same manner. Though no one knew, Ji-su’s stomach was abnormally bloated. He was exhibiting abdominal distension due to the inhalation of F-killer. His breathing was also unnervingly fast and ragged. It felt as if a hole had been punched somewhere in his throat, letting the air leak out.
“Ugh, kegh…!”
Clutching his stomach and coughing, Ji-su eventually vomited on the floor. Half-chewed white rice fell in clumps like porridge.
Won-hyeop immediately scooped more rice with the spoon.
“Keep spitting it out. Let’s see who wins.”
After pushing rice into Ji-su’s mouth, Won-hyeop pressed on his Adam’s apple to force him to swallow, feeding him repeatedly as if performing torture.
Ji-su sobbed, the corners of his mouth smeared with vomit.
“Stop, h-ugh, please stop…!”
Then he let out a shallow cough, as if he were about to vomit again at any moment. His already bloated stomach heaved and swelled roundly with every cough.
“I don’t… ugh, h-ugh… want to eat…”
Blood seeped through the multiple layers of bandages wrapped around his wrist. The wound had reopened.
Ignoring Ji-su’s words, Won-hyeop indiscriminately shoved rice into his mouth. It wouldn’t have been strange if he had choked and suffocated, but Won-hyeop continued to feed him more and more.
“Psychotic bastards like you don’t need hospitals or medicine. You get cured quickly if you’re fed like this.”
Won-hyeop put down the spoon and picked up the soup bowl. He poured the steaming hot soup directly into Ji-su’s mouth. About half of the soup splashed onto his face, streaming down his cheeks and chin to soak his T-shirt and the sofa.
Startled by the heat, Ji-su couldn’t properly swallow [unauthorized copy]the soup that flowed into his mouth. When Won-hyeop grabbed his hair and shook him, threatening him to eat properly, he spoke pleadingly.
“I can’t breathe, stop… huff, please…”
Those words brought a very slight sense of satisfaction to Won-hyeop, who desired Ji-su’s submission.
Won-hyeop stopped pouring the soup and grabbed Ji-su’s jaw.
“You didn’t make a sound while getting beaten, but now you’re finally saying ‘please’.”
After pressing Ji-su’s mouth with his palm to make him swallow the soup, Won-hyeop looked into the rice bowl and told Jong-bae.
“Go scoop more rice.”
The floor was a mess with the rice Ji-su had vomited, and the bandages on Ji-su’s wrist were becoming soaked in blood, but Won-hyeop didn’t see any of it.
When Jong-bae brought more rice and placed it on the table, Ji-su shook his head in terror. Unable to control the bursting tears, he opened his mouth and wailed. The words he spoke while sobbing touched Won-hyeop’s heart. Luckily.
“I’m sor-ry, ugh, I’ll… ugh, never do it again…”
Won-hyeop, who was about to pick up the spoon, withdrew his hand. It was a moment later that his gaze fell upon Ji-su’s bloated stomach. Mistaking it for bloating from the food, Won-hyeop glared at Ji-su as if he wanted to kill him. Having no intention of stopping the torture here, he spoke as he got off Ji-su’s body.
“Then eat it yourself.”
Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su by the collar and pulled him into a sitting position. Then he checked his wristwatch. He was timing how long it took to eat.
When Ji-su didn’t pick up the spoon immediately, Won-hyeop grabbed his hair and looked into his eyes.
“You don’t want to? Should I keep shoving it in your mouth?”
The bowl Jong-bae had freshly scooped was filled to the brim with rice.
Feeling a desire to die, Ji-su picked up the spoon.
“Hic… I’ll, I’ll eat it…”
Won-hyeop roughly let go of his hair and placed both hands on his hips.
After staring at his blood-soaked wrist for a moment, Ji-su gripped the spoon with trembling hands. He felt as if he wanted to die right then and there while eating. It would be perfect if the rice got stuck in his throat and he suffocated. However, it was clear that such a thing would not happen. He had failed at suicide every single time. Dying as he wished was impossible.
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Tap, tap.
Cookie’s tail hit the [visit our site]sofa, making a sound. In the silent house, that was the only sound to be heard.
Sitting in front of the table, Ji-su’s clavicle and upper chest were visible due to the loosely stretched neckline of his T-shirt. It seemed as if his nipples would be visible if the shirt were pulled down any further. Jang-ho and Jong-bae, standing with their hands behind their backs, showed great patience. Neither of them moved an inch.
Won-hyeop sat on the sofa with his legs spread wide. Cookie lay flat, resting its chin on Won-hyeop’s thigh.
Holding the spoon, Ji-su’s complexion was markedly worse than before. He coughed incessantly, roughly every 20 seconds. If Gyeong-jin had been there, he would have considered artificial respirator assistance. Although the mortality rate was low, what Ji-su had consumed was strictly an insecticide.
In truth, his ribs were also broken from being kicked by Won-hyeop. Thus, he breathed with a wheezing sound, much like a pneumonia patient. Although he sat upright and held the spoon, his eyes were glazed over from extreme pain. Because Won-hyeop had poured hot soup over him, the area around his mouth and neck was reddish, as if burned.
“15 minutes have already passed. You’d better finish it all.”
Won-hyeop, sitting behind him, threatened. His anger had subsided considerably in the meantime, but his expression remained fierce.
Amidst his fading consciousness, Ji-su felt his underwear was damp. The semen Won-hyeop had left inside him at dawn was slowly leaking out. It was already seven o’clock. He held the spoon still as if practicing a vow of silence, but he couldn’t stay like this forever. It was surprising that Won-hyeop had given him 20 minutes. He didn’t know why he was suddenly showing mercy after shoving rice into his mouth as if to kill him.
Due to his physical condition, it was difficult to reason, but he understood his own situation perfectly. Unable to die, he was surviving to end another day. Trying to eat in this situation was nothing short of a living hell.
He was terrified of Won-hyeop. If he didn’t finish the food, he would be beaten. Just the slight movement of Won-hyeop shifting away from the sofa back behind him made him flinch instinctively. When he was beaten at the villa, he hadn’t felt fear because he wasn’t fully conscious, but not now.
Every breath caused such intense pain in his ribs that he feared being hit even more. The chest pain intensified whenever he coughed. He thought he couldn’t cry anymore after weeping all day, but tears continued to fall silently.
While sobbing, his underwear became increasingly sticky and wet. To make matters worse, he had to urinate. Realizing he had no choice unauthorized copybut to eat, unauthorized copyhe leaned over the table and buried his forehead. Sob, ugh, huff… After crying stolen contentuntil his cheeks were soaked, he lifted his head. Then he scooped some rice with the spoon and put it in his mouth.
As he began to eat, Cookie climbed down from the sofa and sat beside him to watch. He diligently ate the rice soaked in tears without stopping, but the quantity was the problem. No matter how much he shoved into his mouth, it didn’t seem to decrease.
Won-hyeop, timing him by looking at his watch from behind, stood up exactly five minutes later.
“This fucking piece of shit is actually trying to provoke me.”
Taking off his ring, Won-hyeop then unfastened his watch strap.
“The fact that I didn’t have Jang-ho drag you here and instead went to find you myself shows I’ve exercised enough patience. But you’re testing my patience again?”
When Won-hyeop grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, Ji-su trembled and stammered.
“I’ll, I’ll ea-eat it…”
Coughing, Ji-su took a large spoonful of soup. Lacking the strength to use chopsticks, he scraped the side dishes with the spoon and scooped up the solids from the soup. Within a few minutes, he emptied the rice, soup, and side dish bowls completely and put down the spoon. Then he covered his mouth with both hands.
Won-hyeop spoke menacingly, intending to slap his cheek if Ji-su vomited.
“If you throw up, you’re dead.”
Ji-su panted with his mouth covered and then collapsed onto the table. Cookie licked his ear from the side, visit our sitebut [visit our site]he couldn’t stop it and curled his body tightly.
After confirming that the rice bowl was clean without a single grain of rice left, Won-hyeop sat on the sofa. Ji-su, whose neck and ears were red and who looked like a beggar, tightened his muscles in his buttocks and toes. His toes twitched and his back straightened. Exactly as if he were holding in urine.
Won-hyeop, who was about to lose his temper, narrowed his eyes. Watching Ji-su fidget with his hips, he lifted the hem of Ji-su’s T-shirt with his hand. His stomach was more bloated than before, looking as if he were pregnant. It seemed there was no need to feed him more.
As he glared with eyes that said ‘hopeless psychotic bastard,’ a fundamental question occurred to him.
“Tell me. Why the hell do you live doing such retarded things?”
He realized the question quite late.
“Don’t you have a mother or father? Well, I guess you live like this because you don’t.”
When Ji-su only curled up and didn’t answer, Won-hyeop grabbed his shoulder. When he forced him to lift his head, Ji-su’s lips were pale and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Eventually, he began to drool while sitting. His unfocused eyes remained fixed on the air. It was an unusual reaction. His tattered T-shirt slid to one side, revealing a bare shoulder and armpit.
Won-hyeop belatedly realized that Ji-su’s eyes were bloodshot. As he rolled his eyes following the flowing sweat, he heard the front door open. The Housekeeper entered the living room carrying grocery bags in both hands.
Jong-bae, who had been exchanging messages with the Housekeeper a moment ago, quickly approached to take the bags and said.
“Please leave early today.”
Instead of examining the suspicious situation in the living room, the visit our siteHousekeeper simply agreed. Since it was her visit our sitefirst time seeing Won-hyeop, the owner of the house, she greeted him politely and headed for the entrance.
Once the front door closed, Won-hyeop hit Ji-su’s cheek with the back of his hand and asked.
“I’m asking what kind of mental illness you have that makes you not eat.”
Ji-su, who didn’t have the strength to look pained, only frowned repeatedly. Then, in a voice mixed with sobbing, he said something unrelated to the question.
“My stomach… hurts so much… Hospital, please…”
Taking his hand off his stomach, Ji-su couldn’t finish his sentence and collapsed onto the table. His body went limp as if he had lost consciousness. He fell to the side and lay sprawled on the floor, motionless.
Won-hyeop didn’t panic; he sat calmly on the sofa and looked down at Ji-su. A strange glint appeared in his eyes. Watching Ji-su drool, he began to rub his own groin with his hand. Stopping for a moment, he wiped the drool from the corner of Ji-su’s mouth with his hand and licked it off.
Taking a deep breath in excitement, he pulled Ji-su up and thrust his tongue into his mouth. After kissing him persistently until his lips were glistening, he laid Ji-su on the sofa and pulled off his pants. Believing that Ji-su had taken his words from the morning to heart, he frowned when the underwear caught in his hand.
The frown vanished immediately because Ji-su’s underwear was wet. When he pulled his hand away, semen was smeared on it.
Making Ji-su lie face down, Won-hyeop pulled the pants and underwear down to his thighs and checked between his buttocks. The swollen red hole was covered in cloudy semen foam. Because it had been inside his body, the semen was warm and thin.
“Fuck.”
Unconsciously cursing, Won-hyeop hurriedly loosened his belt and lowered his zipper.
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There was a smell of disinfectant. Voices could be heard faintly.
He wanted to roll over, but his body felt heavy, making it difficult to toss and turn. The inside of his mouth felt gritty and his throat hurt. When he swallowed, the pain felt even more intense. As he kept his eyes closed, the voices gradually became clearer.
“…so we won’t be taking separate measures for the rib fractures. We’ll have to ask the patient as soon as he wakes up, but the shins and shoulders probably need a bit more…”
When he opened his eyes, IV fluid was dripping above his head. An IV needle was inserted in his arm, and the tube dangled.
Blinking slowly, he suddenly startled and lifted his head. Won-hyeop was sitting close to the bed, looking at him. Having watched him blankly without making a sound, Won-hyeop raised an eyebrow. His expression seemed to ask why he was so surprised.
Ji-su confirmed that the person talking to the doctor was Jang-ho. This was a hospital room. Because it was his first time in his life being admitted to a single room, he curled up and looked around. The interior was so spacious that even the ceiling felt wide.
His last memory was collapsing on the living room table at Won-hyeop’s house. It seemed he had been transported here by ambulance. He imagined the faces of the paramedics and the doctor who must have been shocked by his appearance. He felt a sense of shame.
“About the wounds on your wrist.”
Won-hyeop spoke with his arms crossed. His voice was the same as always.
“They stitched all of them except for three. They said visit our siteRead on Read BL Novelsthe unstitched ones will heal naturally if left alone.”
Won-hyeop frowned.
“This is why I call you a psychotic bastard. You slit your wrists eighteen times?”
Ji-su clenched his molars at the pain felt between his buttocks. It was stinging and burning, as if torn. When he felt the buttocks area of his patient gown with his hand, he could feel the swelling. His underwear was still damp with semen.
“And why the hell do you eat F-killer? You’re not a cockroach.”
As Ji-su stopped touching his buttocks, Won-hyeop reached out, and Ji-su hunched his head. Won-hyeop removed a piece of Cookie’s fur stuck to Ji-su’s neck. The fur was black and looked like hair at a glance, but it was different from human hair.
“They said they gave you some bronchodilator or whatever and oxygen in the Emergency Room, and they’ll do it again later depending on your condition.”
“…”
“You don’t remember anything after you collapsed, right?”
Ji-su nodded passively. Won-hyeop looked back at the doctor talking to Jang-ho and flared his nostrils.
“They made such a fucking fuss because I said you ate insecticide.”
Won-hyeop was not the type of person who had any reason to [stolen content]visit a hospital in person. Normally, he would have visit our sitejust sent Jang-ho and received a report at home, but he was specially playing the role of the guardian. This, too, was a form of surveillance.
“I thought your stomach was bloated because you ate, but I guess not.”
Won-hyeop gestured with his eyes toward Ji-su’s flat stomach. According to the doctor, it was temporary abdominal bloating. Clicking his tongue in disappointment, Won-hyeop recalled how Ji-su’s belly had once been plump.
“When I go fishing, there are fish with bloated bellies even when it’s not spawning season. When you cut them open, a handful of parasites come pouring out.”
After blurting out something completely irrelevant to the situation, Won-hyeop shifted his position, finding his seat uncomfortable. As he rested his arm on the armrest and leaned his chin on his hand, the corners of Ji-su’s eyes turned red. Tears welled up and began to fall, pitter-patter, down his cheeks. Since Ji-su’s habit of crying without context was no longer unfamiliar, Won-hyeop didn’t ask why he was crying. Instead, listening to the sobbing, he said:
“The sound of your crying is almost exactly like the sounds people make when they’re fucking.”
As he spoke, he mimicked Ji-su’s sobbing, making it sound like a moan. He even shrugged his shoulders, pretending to sob. Ji-su bit his lip and stifled his voice, as if gauging the reaction.
The doctor approached.
“Patient, are you awake?”
Won-hyeop glanced at the doctor while remaining seated.
“There are currently no symptoms like respiratory failure or seizures. Correct? However, since you inhaled pesticides, we need to continue monitoring your progress.”
After providing a lengthy explanation, the doctor told [Read on Read BL Novels]him to get some rest and said he would return shortly.
Once the doctor left the room, Ji-su sat up, tears still falling. He swung his legs down from the bed. When Won-hyeop reached out to pull back the blanket, Ji-su flinched and shrank back, just as he had before. It was a reflexive action, a result of being beaten.
“Where are you going?”
“The bathroom….”
Ji-su pushed the IV pole and headed toward the bathroom.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, Won-hyeop strained his ears. He heard the rustle of clothing, followed by the sound of urinating. Listening to that sound, Won-hyeop rubbed his own groin. Unfortunately, the sound of the toilet flushing soon followed.
“I should have blocked the toilet.”
Ji-su returned to the bed after coming out of the bathroom. He frowned, sitting in an awkward posture because his backside was swollen. Having no inkling of what had happened while he was unconscious, he mistakenly believed that the pain, which had been steady since this morning, had simply intensified again.
“You’re staying in the hospital for about a week. Your ribs need to knit. You’ll also get physical therapy for your shoulder and shin.”
Ji-su did not resist. He simply kept his head lowered with a gloomy expression.
Won-hyeop didn’t actually want Ji-su to be hospitalized, but he decided to give in just this once. Besides the rib fractures and acute respiratory distress, Ji-su was complaining of various other symptoms. Above all, if he were hospitalized, his weight would steadily increase. Leaving him there for a week before picking him up seemed like a good plan.
“Eat all three meals here religiously.”
“…….”
Ji-su clenched his fists, resting both hands on the blanket. His face grew extremely dark.
He recalled the foods he had eaten over the past few days one by one. Now that he was trapped in a hospital for a week, he felt as though he had crossed a river of no return.
He still wanted to die, yet he felt a strange and uncomfortable sense of liberation. He had consumed an enormous amount of calories, and yet nothing had happened. Carbonated drinks, chocolate, and ice cream were still terrifying, but he had a premonition that he would eventually eat them too. He would eat them with a desire to die, thinking the same thing he was thinking now.
That nothing happened.
That it simply gave his body energy. This must be the feeling people often describe as ‘feeling full and satisfied.’ Sorrow welled up inside him, but he did not sob. After swallowing his cries, he spoke to Won-hyeop.
“……I really do have… a mental illness…. You can call me a psycho, I have nothing to say to that…….”
Wiping his tears with the sleeve of his patient gown, Ji-su looked at Won-hyeop.
“……I’m scared of gaining weight.”
Won-hyeop shook his head and asked.
“So you haven’t eaten any food at all until now?”
Hesitating, Ji-su answered in a small voice.
“…Yes. I only ate sugar-free or low-fat foods…….”
“No rice at all?”
“…Yes……. And I often fasted every other day…….”
Won-hyeop wasn’t surprised by Ji-su’s confession; he simply gazed steadily at Ji-su’s face. Despite having beaten him nearly to death just a few hours ago, he liked the handsome face, and his mood softened. Though, if Ji-su tried to escape his control one more time, he might actually kill him in a fit of rage.
“Your mental illness is quite deep, isn’t it?”
Won-hyeop pulled and grabbed Ji-su’s hand. Out of habit, he brought it toward his own groin, but because of Ji-su’s posture, the hand couldn’t reach. Just holding the hand as it was, Won-hyeop imagined stripping Ji-su naked and lying on the bed. If Ji-su climbed onto his stomach naked and rubbed his cock with his buttocks, Won-hyeop wouldn’t last ten minutes before cumming.
“You look healthier when there’s more flesh on your face. A bit of a belly and thick thighs, too.”
Preferring a plump style, Won-hyeop wanted to see Ji-su’s buttocks fitting tightly in jeans. He wanted to see the elastic of the underwear digging into his waist because of belly fat.
If he gained weight, his upper arms would become soft, and Won-hyeop could grab a generous handful of flesh. Wedging his cock between plump thighs, shaking it back and forth, and then thrusting it into a chubby hole would be nothing short of heaven. Since gaining weight leads to more sweat, Ji-su would be dripping with perspiration every time they fucked. He wanted to see the folds of waist fat glistening with sweat.
“Work hard on gaining weight.”
Despite being the one who broke Ji-su’s ribs by kicking his stomach, Won-hyeop spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“Just up to 75 kilograms.”
Even at the unreasonable demand to gain 30kg, Ji-su did not protest. It wasn’t that he accepted it willingly, but rather that he lacked the energy to even respond to Won-hyeop’s desire.
He thought that with this, the hell had ended.
“I, hic… actually… I’ve lived like this since middle school…….”
Speaking in a sorrowful voice, Ji-su cried silently for a moment.
“…Mother passed away when I was in the third grade of elementary school, and Father passed away when I was in the third year of middle school. It got worse after Father died…….”
Ji-su decided not to mention that his Noona had died and that his mother had committed suicide about a year later. If it weren’t for Won-hyeop, he would still be living a precarious life, eating low-fat milk, cherry tomatoes, and sugar-free yogurt, not knowing when he might die—but at the same time, he wouldn’t have been raped or beaten. Won-hyeop was someone he should maintain distance from, not someone to build an intimate relationship with. There was no benefit in detailing his family history.
“I knew… I could die like this……. I knew, but I couldn’t give it up…….”
Despite that, the words kept coming out because he had never told anyone in his life. Though it was shameful, he found his voice.
“Why couldn’t you give it up? Because living like that is fun?”
“I’m poor, I have no skills, and I have nothing, but my body is the only thing I can control…. Weight decreases if I don’t eat and increases if I do…….”
Ji-su recalled his childhood. He had tasted the cruelty of life early, from the age of five or six.
“…And, when Father was alive, he managed the living expenses strictly. The family had to walk on eggshells, and the biggest problem was the food budget…….”
Ji-su intentionally omitted the existence of his Noona.
“Whenever Mother bought snacks, Father would get very angry. No matter what I ate, I always had to get permission from Father…….”
That wasn’t all. Father habitually engaged in violence and verbal abuse. He hit Ji-su’s head for throwing a tantrum over a scooter and grabbed him by the collar for not being able to tie his shoelaces. He slapped him for cutting his hair at a salon without permission, and if Ji-su ever got carsick during a rare family trip, he would pour out a stream of curses.
He was severely scolded for asking for a cake on his birthday, for secretly eating junk food, or for eating three or four plates at a relative’s wedding buffet. Beyond that, he would scream and ‘discipline’ him in supermarkets or restaurants, regardless of other people’s stares.
Every time, Mother followed Father’s words quietly instead of reacting. It was the task of his Noona, six years his senior, to beg him not to yell. She was a kind girl who was also good at studying. Because she was pretty, adults praised her wherever she went. If it hadn’t been for Father, Noona would not have committed suicide.
“After Mother passed away and I lived with Father, I gradually developed strange habits. Since reducing food costs reduced the overall living expenses, I ended up drastically cutting down the amount I ate…….”
Ji-su knew that he also played a part. Father was dead and gone now. It wasn’t the dead father who was isolating him.
“You’re not starving yourself to look pretty?”
“No…. I know that I look disgusting to others.”
Won-hyeop, who had been making a simple guess, recalled Ji-su’s usual attire and nodded.
“True. If you cared about your looks, you wouldn’t be walking around in those rags.”
Won-hyeop thought of a few luxury brands that would suit Ji-su. A watch would look good on a white, plump wrist.
“Dress yourself up from now on. Twenty-two is such a great age.”
For a moment, it sounded like he was speaking normally, but the words that followed were not.
“Go to nice places, eat delicious food, and fuck until your body wears out.”
Ji-su took a deep breath, pretending not to hear. To steer the conversation back to a normal path, he spoke calmly.
“…I became addicted to the feeling of hunger, so it was harder to stop.”
Won-hyeop listened with a bored expression, but Ji-su, unable to see his face, seriously reflected on his past life.
He was making a new start. He felt a slight sense of emptiness, believing that he would make such a choice at a decisive and [visit our site]visit our siteimportant moment. Simply eating porridge while crying and reluctant had led to this result.
“I won’t be looking at the scale for a while. Or the mirror…. I think I’ll feel anxious if I do…….”
“Do whatever you want with that, just gain weight no matter what.”
“…If I had made this decision on my own, I would have felt uncomfortable. But since I’m telling the Chairman directly…….”
“I told you to call me Mister.”
“…Since I’m telling Mister, I think it’s okay……. Because it’ll be harder to take it back.”
Won-hyeop let go of Ji-su’s hand and touched his own groin.
Ji-su, terrified of Won-hyeop, did not look at him. Now, it was time to say that he would return to the villa as soon as he was discharged. If he lived and ate at Won-hyeop’s house, he would certainly be raped again. He couldn’t seek safety while living in the same house as his perpetrator.
The strange thing was that although what Won-hyeop had done was clearly a crime, the boundary was becoming blurred. Even though a day hadn’t passed, it felt as if the event wasn’t a rape that happened against his will, but simply sex.
The cause was Won-hyeop’s hypocritical attitude of wanting him to be healthy. Though his inner motives couldn’t be pure, Won-hyeop’s words sounded sincere on the surface. If he had been physically separated from Won-hyeop due to the rape, he might have been able to view this problem objectively.
He felt a sense of cognitive dissonance, but he couldn’t bring himself to bring up the rape. He lacked the courage.
“And… as soon as I’m discharged, I’ll go back to the villa……. I’ll go to work in the unauthorized copymorning, walk Cookie three [unauthorized copy]times a day, and come home in the evening…….”
As he spoke in a dwindling voice, Won-hyeop removed his hand from his groin. His eyebrows knit, and his expression became fierce.
Ji-su felt goosebumps on the back of his neck and became extremely tense. Fearing that Won-hyeop might slap him at any moment, he tilted his head to the side as a defense.
“Why can’t you understand the first time I say something?”
Won-hyeop muttered briefly, and fortunately, he didn’t make a gesture to strike. After a moment of silence, he abruptly asked:
“Where is the motorcycle?”
Ji-su answered with his head bowed.
“I left it in the villa parking lot…….”
“That villa has a parking lot?”
“…It’s not labeled as a parking lot, but there’s a space behind the building.”
Won-hyeop didn’t ask further, intending to buy Ji-su a new motorcycle equipped with a location tracking device.
“Why aren’t you using the phone I bought you?”
For a split second, Won-hyeop considered a location tracking app, but remembering Ji-su’s age, he quickly dismissed the thought. If he underestimated someone in their early twenties who was likely a wizard with phones and computers, he would end up looking ridiculous.
“I’m grateful, but such an expensive phone… I can’t…….”
Ji-su couldn’t finish his sentence as Won-hyeop frowned menacingly. He felt that this time, he really might get hit.
“Ah, no…. I’ll use it… thank you…….”
Despite his dissatisfaction, Won-hyeop backed down.
“Do the dog-walking part-time job as you wish.”
“…Does that mean I can commute?”
“Yeah.”
Won-hyeop licked his lips, thinking of the CCTV he had installed in Ji-su’s villa. Indeed, seeing Ji-su trembling after being beaten a few times was satisfying. He could fuck him in the villa as much as he wanted. As long as Ji-su didn’t run away and stayed tucked away in the villa.
Imagining a plumped-up Ji-su, Won-hyeop touched Ji-su’s hair, causing Ji-su to shrink his neck like a turtle.
“And don’t cut your hair, grow it out.”
Won-hyeop touched the top of Ji-su’s head broadly with his palm. Rubbing it like a stone. Ji-su’s head, like a round chestnut, was exceptionally rounded at the back.
Ji-su, who had been trembling as if he had a vibration function whenever touched, let out a sigh once the hand was removed.
“I’m going to install a door lock at the villa, so just so you know.”
Won-hyeop intended to set the password as he pleased. However, Ji-su mumbled in a barely audible voice.
“I’ll install it with my own money…….”
But he quickly changed his words. It was because Won-hyeop had clenched his teeth, revealing his powerful jaw muscles.
“No, please, please install it for me. Thank you…….”
Ji-su twisted his waist, feeling the pain in his buttocks. He knew he shouldn’t accept Won-hyeop’s kindness, but there was no other way. Won-hyeop kept appearing as a normal human being. Even though a person who rapes and beats others could never be normal.
The sensation he felt when Won-hyeop touched his body was vivid. It was an act he would likely never do with anyone else for the rest of his life. No, wait, the word ‘act’ was incorrect. Because that wasn’t normal sex.
“The doctor mentioned psychiatric counseling earlier; you don’t need that, right?”
Won-hyeop narrowed his eyes.
“Seeing how you’re perfectly fine after making such a fuss about wanting to die, you didn’t actually intend to kill yourself.”
“…….”
“You were just pretending, so why bother with psychiatric treatment?”
Won-hyeop’s words pierced a corner of his heart, and Ji-su’s eyes reddened.
“Yes…. I don’t need it.”
Won-hyeop brushed Ji-su’s tear-soaked eyelashes with his thumb. When Ji-su flinched again, he scolded him.
“Stop acting up. You only got slapped a few times.”
He hadn’t actually slapped his cheeks, but Won-hyeop acted brazenly.
“As long as you listen to me, you won’t get hit.”
Tense, Ji-su swallowed hard, making an audible gulp.
“And if I hadn’t beaten you, would you have eaten?”
“…….”
“Huh? Would you have?”
“……No.”
“Exactly. Be grateful to me.”
Won-hyeop believed there was no lie in his words. Ji-su had started hospital treatment thanks to him.
“You’re pretty now, but how much prettier will you be when you gain weight? Hurry up and get fat.”
Won-hyeop smiled, showing his teeth. To a stranger, these words would have sounded incredibly affectionate.
However, this was a misjudgment.
Won-hyeop did not want a Ji-su who was confident, energetic, and independent. What Won-hyeop truly desired was the current Ji-su: lethargic, isolated, and pathologically mindful of others. As Ji-su recovered from his illness, he would gradually return to the former state.
And that fact would inevitably bring misfortune upon Won-hyeop and Ji-su.
”Um, but… the hospital bills…….”
“What about the bills?”
“……I’ll pay for them.”
“You have no money, yet you’re so stubborn. If you really want to pay me back, work hard at the dog-walking job after you’re discharged and pay me then.”
To be continued in Volume 2.
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