2 – Prisoner’s Dilemma (8)

Chapter 7

The second floor of Go Tae-gyeom’s villa. The bathroom attached to the largest bedroom has no windows. In a building designed so that every room could overlook the sea and the mountains, this was the only isolated place. When the lights were off, the narrow space was nothing but darkness, echoing with the sound of dripping water.

A stream of cold water fell over his head. Through a spinning field of vision, Seo Hae-young’s lips were faintly visible. Joo Hyun-woo’s shouting was heard for a moment, then vanished instantly. He felt a rattling vibration, but now he was inside a hard bathtub. His body swayed back and forth; it felt like he had been slapped across the cheek, or maybe he hadn’t… Ah. He didn’t know. As he leaned his head against the cold tub, a low voice seeped in.

“Get up.”

“I’m cold…”

Even as he curled his body up, it was too cold. Ice-cold water swept over his wounds and fell away. Seo Hae-young forcibly pried open his huddled legs and thrust the showerhead forward. Water with pressure strong enough to turn the skin red blasted his genitals, perineum, and hole. As water surged into the hole that had been stretched open by three men over the course of a day, Hae-won leaped, pushing against the tub with his palms.

“Haa, ah…!”

It was so cold and stinging that he couldn’t bear it. He tried to close his legs, but a thick arm slid between his thighs and pressed the showerhead against his buttocks. As he trembled, squeezing Seo Hae-young’s arm with his thighs, a dry voice dropped from above his head.

“Do you like it? Can you feel it with this now?”

“It’s, it’s cold… It hurts…”

Pressing the showerhead against the hole, Seo Hae-young pressed his thumb firmly into a hideously peeled burn mark. As he scraped down with his nail, Hae-won, whose entire body was covered in bruises, rolled around in the tub.

“Stop… please stop…”

A body exhausted for several days straight naturally lacked strength. Whenever he drifted off as if fainting, cold water poured over him, and if he kept his mouth shut and said nothing, his jaw was gripped harshly. Looking down indifferently at the sobbing Hae-won, Seo Hae-young rested the showerhead on the edge of the tub, slid his index finger into the loosened hole, and shook it slowly.

“Who did you give it to? It wasn’t just one or two people…”

“Haa…”

He circled it inside and pushed deep, but he couldn’t reach the end. Seo Hae-young rolled his eyes, pressing against the inner walls as if gauging the depth.

“Ten? I think it’s more than ten. Right?”

“It hurts…”

No matter how much he closed his thighs or grabbed the forearm, he couldn’t stop the finger ravaging his hole. Shaking his wet head from side to side, Hae-won murmured in a hoarse voice.

“No, there’s no one… no one. I don’t know…”

“You said there were many earlier. You said you couldn’t even remember.”

Lacking the energy to speak, he only shook his head. The screaming had been brief. He had been dragged out wearing only a T-shirt and kicked so hard he couldn’t breathe in front of Hyun-woo. He remembered Hyun-woo passing by, horrified and trying to stop it.

“I don’t know… I said I don’t know, you fucker…”

The strength in his huddled legs slowly drained away. Sliding into the tub, Seo Hae-young embraced the limp Hae-won and sat him diagonally across his thighs. While ruthlessly poking the hole with his finger, he stared intently at Hae-won’s face as he sobbed. The tip of his nose was reddish. With a laugh as light as a passing breath, Seo Hae-young withdrew his finger and stroked the exposed buttocks once.

Immediately after, he raised his hand. A large, wet hand slapped the buttocks hard and gripped them fiercely.

“Ah, it hurts…!”

He relentlessly slapped Hae-won’s convulsing buttocks. As if venting the frustration of not being able to slap his cheeks properly, Seo Hae-young repeatedly gripped the soft flesh painfully and let go. Tender flesh bulged between his fingers.

Hae-won trembled violently, shrugging his shoulders in fear. Despite that, his body kept burrowing into Seo Hae-young’s embrace. He needed warmth. A familiar and pleasant scent wafted through the wet clothes.

“Ah, eu… it hurts…”

“Do you remember now? Tell me the names.”

Hae-won sobbed and shook his head. There were no names to tell. Go Tae-gyeom, Joo Hyun-woo. That was the end of it. Two people Seo Hae-young already knew.

“Why won’t you listen…”

Burying his tired eyes in Hae-won’s shoulder, Seo Hae-young patted the buttocks—where red handprints remained vivid from several blows—and spoke after a moment of contemplation.

“Think about it until I get back.”

Abruptly pushing the clinging Hae-won away, Seo Hae-young stepped out of the tub, shook his damp pants, and headed toward the firmly closed door. Left alone in the cold tub, Hae-won pushed himself up the moment the lights snapped off. In the enclosed bathroom, once the lighting was gone, he couldn’t see an inch in front of him.

“Seo Hae-young…”

He hurriedly climbed out of the tub and crawled across the tiles. He groped the floor and surroundings until he reached the door, but even when he turned the handle, it only clicked against the lock and wouldn’t open.

“Hae, Hae-young!”

He knocked on the door and pressed his ear against it. No sound was heard. He grabbed the handle again and shook it back and forth. He hadn’t known there was a lock on the outside of the door. Goosebumps rose on his chilled skin. He tried to generate heat by rubbing his forearms with his palms, but he only felt colder.

Crawling urgently back to the tub, Hae-won groped for the lever, turned it to the left, and turned on the water. After listening to the sound of water gushing in the darkness for a long while, he placed his hand under it.

“Oh…”

It was cold. He tried to adjust the lever to hot water, but no matter which way he turned it, only cold water poured out. A temperature so piercingly blue it felt like melting ice. He turned off the water and curled his body. As he hugged his knees tight and shrugged his shoulders, he heard the sound of water dripping. His teeth chattered.

He didn’t know why he was angry. He didn’t even care who he slept with or how many times, yet he was nitpicking for no reason. It was Seo Hae-young who had bound his upper body so Go Tae-gyeom could insert easily. It was Seo Hae-young who had held his legs and told Joo Hyun-woo to try putting it in. He endured it all, he did everything he was told, so why.

Biting his nails, he rocked his body back and forth.

Cold. He felt like he would freeze to death. He was cold, his whole body hurt, and the most agonizing part of all was the drowsiness. The memory of a peaceful sleep felt distant. He shouldn’t sleep, but his eyelids were gradually drooping. Even when he tried to force them open, the heavy flesh dropped.

He woke up with a start as cold water poured over his head. The bathroom was still dark, and he couldn’t see the face of the person standing before him.

“Get on your stomach.”

His ears were ringing, so he couldn’t tell whose voice it was. While he looked up blankly, his arm was grabbed and his body was flipped over. The hand that forced him into a position with his buttocks raised spread the flesh where the handprints remained and brutally shoved in a hot piece of meat.

“Haa, ack…!”

The pain of being split in half made his eyes snap open. A waist-motion devoid of any mercy began. With his forehead pressed against the bottom of the tub, Hae-won was shaken as he was shaken. The thick penis plunged deep into the loosened hole and pulled out.

“Heuu, uuu…”

“Haa…”

The sound of splashing water was heard. A large hand gripped his buttocks tightly, and a familiar scent covered his nose. Every time the penis drove in deep, as if intentionally trying to hurt him, and then slid out, his eyelids trembled.

“Haa… stop… it hurts…”

“You shouldn’t speak like that. Hae-won…”

“Ack…!”

His hair was grabbed, pulling him up and arching his back. Pressing his lips to his ear, Seo Hae-young whispered with ragged breaths while repeatedly thrusting upward.

“Did you remember? Hmm? Hae-won.”

“Ah, ah… it hurts…”

“You like this kind of thing, don’t you? That’s why you keep disobeying. Right?”

Slamming the grabbed hair back into the tub, Seo Hae-young pressed down hard on the small of Hae-won’s back and moved his hips violently. Hae-won prayed desperately that he would simply lose all sensation. His neck was pulled taut, and his stomach bulged outward. It hurt terribly.

“Ugh… mmp…”

The menacing penis hammered in between his unsightly, bent legs. Soon, light-colored pupils passed behind his eyelids. The thin thread of consciousness he had been clinging to snapped.

When he woke up, he was still in the bathroom. Sprawled in the tub with semen filling his hole, Hae-won found it difficult to even roll his eyes. It felt like at least four hours had passed. Perhaps a whole day.

What were Go Tae-gyeom and Joo Hyun-woo doing? Surely Joo Hyun-woo would help… or was that also a delusion? It was miserable. He didn’t want to think. He just needed Seo Hae-young to get him out of here.

He crawled out of the tub and crawled to the door. His buttocks felt so hot, as if a club had been shoved between them, that he couldn’t possibly stand up. Reaching the door, Hae-won pressed his forehead against the cold surface and scratched at it with his nails.

“It hurts… I’m cold, Hae-young… I want to go out. I want to go out…”

The sound of scratching against the wood echoed through the silent bathroom. Drip, drip. He heard the sound of water falling. He had turned the water off long ago. It must be a mistake. Hae-won covered his ears and slammed his forehead against the door. Even with his ears covered, he could hear it. A splashing sound, a dripping sound.

Startled, he looked back. Eyes adjusted to the dark caught the faint silhouette of the bathroom. No one was there. He felt like someone was there, but he couldn’t see them. Pressing himself urgently against the door, Hae-won pressed his lips to it and pleaded.

“I’m scared, I’m scared. Hae-young… there’s a strange sound…”

He pressed his ear to the door, focusing all his nerves to catch even the smallest sound. It was too difficult to concentrate his sensitively firing nerves in one place, so he slapped his own cheeks with both hands. Holding his breath, he pressed his ear again. Beyond the ringing in his ears, he had to catch Seo Hae-young’s voice. But there was no response from beyond the door. As if he had been abandoned just like this.

Splosh, splosh. Drip, drip. In a place where no one was, he heard sounds of colliding and dripping. Splosh, splosh, drip, drip…

* * *

Hyun-woo, with a split lip, couldn’t get off the sofa as he suffered from a hangover. Whenever fragments of yesterday’s events came back to him, he tore at his hair, repeatedly sinking into self-loathing. He remembered being horrified and rushing over when he saw Hae-won being dragged in wearing only a T-shirt. He even remembered grabbing Seo Hae-young by the collar. After that, he came to and found himself lying on the sofa with a split lip. He didn’t feel like he’d been hit anywhere else, but his memory had simply cut out. This was always how it was whenever he drank.

“Ugh…”

As he wiped his face and sat up, Tae-gyeom, who was watching a soccer match on the wall-mounted monitor, gave him a look of patheticity. Switching channels with the remote, Tae-gyeom asked lightly.

“Was he usable?”

“What… fuck. What are you talking about…”

Clearing his sunken throat, Hyun-woo rubbed his dizzy forehead. Tae-gyeom smirked, clapping his palms together.

“I heard you guys really went at it… After using him like that, you fucker.”

Staring blankly at Tae-gyeom, Hyun-woo bolted upright from the sofa. The sunset was glowing outside the window. He estimated he had slept for about half a day.

“…Hae-won! Where is Yoon Hae-won?”

“Where would he be. You want to do it again?”

Tae-gyeom, who had stood up as well, turned toward the stairs to the second floor. Hyun-woo followed silently, brushing back his disheveled hair.

“Just… in the heat of the moment…”

“Heat of the moment, my ass. Just say you wanted to do it.”

There was nothing to argue. Closing his mouth, Hyun-woo followed Tae-gyeom into the large room and frowned. Seo Hae-young was there, but Yoon Hae-won was not. Leaving Hyun-woo alone, Tae-gyeom sprawled across the large bed, turned on the monitor in the room, and tossed out a comment while switching channels.

“When are you letting him out? Isn’t he going to catch a cold?”

“Not yet.”

Seo Hae-young, leaning his head against the bathroom door, shook his head. Hyun-woo approached the man who was sitting with his legs stretched out comfortably, tapping his foot.

“What are you doing? Where’s Hae-won?”

“Is your stomach okay?”

Ignoring Seo Hae-young’s out-of-character pretense of concern, Hyun-woo grabbed the bathroom handle. At that moment, the lounging foot kicked him in the shin.

“Don’t touch it.”

“…Is Yoon Hae-won in there?”

“Yeah.”

Bending his leg, Seo Hae-young beckoned with his hand for him to sit. Sitting on the floor reluctantly, Hyun-woo glanced at the bathroom.

“Why isn’t he coming out? It’s quiet.”

“Because he can’t.”

Seo Hae-young pointed to the lock with his finger. Looking up at the handle, Hyun-woo’s expression hardened.

“You locked him in? The kid? After beating him like that…?”

“It’s all for a reason.”

Feeling that this was truly wrong, Hyun-woo tried to stand up, but Seo Hae-young grabbed him and forced him back down. His face, smiling more vacantly than usual, was somehow eerie. Seo Hae-young whispered quietly in a low voice. The whispering, hovering between persuasion and coercion, penetrated Hyun-woo’s dazed mind. Long, rambling, nonsensical stories possessed a strange persuasiveness, invading every corner of his brain. Seo Hae-young’s long, red lips moved without pause.

That Yoon Hae-won is a slut, that he’s been secretly giving his body away, that we can’t just leave him be, so we’re taking care of him, that his crying is all an act, so don’t go easy on him, don’t feel sorry for him, don’t soothe him, ah, don’t kiss him, that’s not allowed, if you meet him separately outside you’re dead, do you understand? Not you, but Yoon Hae-won will be the one who’s dead, got it?

Hyun-woo wiped his face and lightly covered his mouth. He felt nauseous. He thought he heard a scratching sound at the door, but it vanished quickly.

* * *

Hae-won searched the bathroom shelves and drawers but couldn’t find a single towel to wrap around his body. He lay collapsed, and whenever he grew thirsty, he turned on the water and drank from his palm. Due to his trembling hands, he struggled to swallow the sloshing cold water and collapsed again.

He should have just said he was sorry. What a mess he’d made by holding onto a pride he didn’t even have. He wanted to turn back time. He should have knelt and begged the moment Seo Hae-young entered the room. Even if he didn’t know what he’d done wrong, he should have just begged. He should have.

With any will to resist scattering like smoke, Hae-won did nothing but regret endlessly.

He shouldn’t have talked back, he should have been obedient, he shouldn’t have made a fuss about going home, he shouldn’t have come here.

Hours, or perhaps days, may have passed.

The black, narrow bathroom that swallowed time pushed Hae-won to his limit. Lying collapsed on the tiles, Hae-won reached out toward the warmth he felt even amidst his fracturing consciousness. Groping for a firm shoulder, he hugged it tight and rubbed his face into the warm chest.

“Are you going to keep disobeying?”

Frightened by the indifferent voice, he burrowed deeper into the embrace, repeating only that he was cold. The sudden flash of light was so blinding that he couldn’t even open his eyes, merely stroking the warm skin. Seo Hae-young, who had silently accepted the nuzzling, heartlessly pushed him away before his body could warm up. Pushed against the wall, Hae-won struggled to open his eyes and reached out.

“I’m cold… I’m cold, Hae-young…”

Tugging at Seo Hae-young’s T-shirt, he murmured, pleading for him to hold him. Staring at the delirious Hae-won, Seo Hae-young lightly slapped his pale cheek. His head whipped to the side, and the hand holding the T-shirt slipped. Pulling Hae-won, who was blinking and making sobbing sounds, onto his thighs, Seo Hae-young embraced the waist that was bruised deep purple. As if he didn’t know who had caused those bruises, he patted Hae-won, who was urgently burrowing into his chest, and spoke.

“I thought you were struggling, so I brought a few things to narrow it down.”

An unfamiliar phone swayed before his eyes. Seeing that the screen was intact, it wasn’t Seo Hae-young’s. Hae-won hugged Seo Hae-young’s waist tightly and buried his cheek in his collarbone. He couldn’t let go of even a small amount of warmth. While fiddling with Hae-won’s buttocks, Seo Hae-young went into the contacts on the phone and called out unfamiliar names one by one.

“Kang Jae-hyuk. You did it, right?”

Hae-won rubbed his cold nose against Seo Hae-young’s neck and answered blankly.

Yes. He didn’t know what the question was, but he just answered.

“I knew it. Kim Hyeon-seong. You did it, right?”

Yes.

“Nam Min-seok.”

Yes.

From the contacts starting with ‘K’, Seo Hae-young pulled out every name. Names of classmates from high school appeared, as did names of teachers. Tutor names appeared, and middle school alumni names appeared.

The problem was that it was Go Tae-gyeom’s phone, but that wasn’t a big issue for Seo Hae-young. Names of Tae-gyeom’s college Hubaes appeared, then professors’ names. Names of people Hae-won had never even seen. But the only thing Hae-won could do was agree.

When the scroll reached the end of the contacts, there were no more names to bring up. Seo Hae-young raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Wow, Hae-won… there are so many.”

“Yes…”

Seo Hae-young gripped the buttocks of the obediently embraced Hae-won as if to burst them. Trembling, Hae-won shook his head, rubbing his forehead against the shoulder. He didn’t dare utter the words to tell him to stop. Seo Hae-young whispered low in Hae-won’s ear.

“You should say you’re sorry.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

“You don’t sound very sorry.”

Tilting his head, Seo Hae-young abruptly pushed Hae-won away and stood up. Seeing the legs receding as he was left collapsed on the floor, Hae-won gasped.

“Ha—Hae-young!”

“Take some time to reflect on what you’ve done.”

Forgetting his aching body, Hae-won crawled after him. As the door slammed shut right before his nose, darkness returned. His face, stained with a sense of betrayal, distorted. His jaw trembled violently.

“Ugh, ah…”

Hae-won pounded on the door with both hands, letting out a sob.

“I—I was wrong! Hae-young… open up! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Hae-young…”

Splosh, splosh. A strange sound echoed. The sound of palms hitting water, the sound of skin slapping against skin… The moment he whipped his head around, his vision blurred. It became hazy and wavered, as if water had been splashed across a colorful painting.

“Haa…”

Tears fell in droplets. Hae-won pressed himself against the door, lips touching the surface, and whispered.

“I’m sorry, I was wrong, I won’t do it again. Hae-young, I love you. I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Even as he struggled to catch his breath, he forced himself to keep going. Crying, begging, crying, begging.

“Hae-young, I love you so much… I’m sorry, I won’t do it anymore, I…”

But the door did not open. For a long time.

At some point, the bathroom door clicked open.

With a click, his legs were spread. Another click, and the door closed; a click, and he was pushed over; a click, and the door closed again.

Splayed out on the bathroom floor, Hae-won took in a penis, not knowing whose it was. At first, it had been Seo Hae-young, but now it felt like Go Tae-gyeom. It felt like Joo Hyun-woo was there too. It felt as if all three of them had taken turns entering him. In truth, he didn’t really know. The lights were never turned on, and the partner never spoke, so there was no way to tell who was who. Perhaps they were all just Seo Hae-young.

“I—I was wrong, uh… sorry, I’m sorry…”

His hole, filled with watery semen, leaked steadily even without anything inside, clinging stickily to his thighs. As someone, who had draped one of Hae-won’s slanted legs over their shoulder, pushed their member inside, the accumulated semen surged out.

“Sor… ry, it’s all my…”

His speech was slurred. His tongue was so stiff that he could only mumble, to the point where it was unclear what he was saying. The man on top of him continued to thrust his hips upward. Hae-won’s back, arms, waist, buttocks, and thighs grew flushed red from being pressed against the tiles. It stung, but no one cared.

Click.

The door closed.

* * *

“Yoon Hae-won. Wake up.”

A warm palm tapped his cheek. Opening his swollen eyes, Hae-won found Seo Hae-young silhouetted against the light and smiled faintly. It felt exactly like the day they first met. A thirteen-year-old boy standing against the sunlight. Those delicate, fluttering lines had softly permeated the last ten years. The corners of his mouth, which had been lifted, trembled and slowly dropped. His jaw shook, and his eyes grew hot.

“Hae-young-ah…”

“Have you reflected?”

Seo Hae-young slid his hands under Hae-won’s armpits and sat him up on his thighs. Lacking the strength to hug him back, Hae-won merely gripped the hem of the t-shirt, buried his face in Seo Hae-young’s neck, and murmured in a hoarse voice.

“I was wrong… I was wrong, I—I was wrong.”

“What did you do wrong?”

“Everything… I’m sorry, so sor—”

As Hae-won continued to mumble apologies and admissions of guilt, Seo Hae-young hugged him with both arms and grinned while stroking the back of his damp head. He seemed to have no idea what exactly he had done wrong, but this was roughly enough. Whispering, Seo Hae-young traced the ice-cold rim of Hae-won’s ear with his lips.

“Then, shall we make up?”

Seo Hae-young pushed Hae-won away slightly and burst into laughter. Tears streamed down Hae-won’s face as he shook his head urgently, as if he didn’t want to be separated.

“I was wrong, don’t leave me here… it’s strange here…”

“Why are you crying? You’re making me sad.”

Holding his pale face and wiping away the tears, Seo Hae-young let out a satisfied sigh and met Hae-won’s eyes. Perhaps because he had hit him gently, the bruising wasn’t severe. Looking into those vacant eyes, he lightly tapped the distorted lips.

“Nothing more to say?”

“I was wrong…”

“Not that.”

Hae-won rolled his eyes, which throbbed as if they might pop out, struggling to find the answer. It wasn’t ‘I’m sorry,’ and it wasn’t ‘I won’t do it again.’ Seeing Seo Hae-young repeatedly demand something else, he anxiously bit his lip. He had to choose the correct answer to get out of here, but he simply couldn’t find it.

“Hae—Hae-young…”

“You know it. Right?”

Seo Hae-young shifted his thighs as if coaxing Hae-won. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. After rolling his eyes around, Hae-won inadvertently gave the correct answer.

“I—I love you.”

Seo Hae-young fiddled with Hae-won’s cold ear and smiled, his eyes curving deeply. Then, he pulled the corners of the trembling mouth wide to create a smiling expression. The sight of him smiling while shedding tears was comical, but not entirely funny. Gradually hardening his expression, Seo Hae-young finally answered in a low voice.

“…Alright.”

Seo Hae-young held the cautious Hae-won in his arms and stood up. Hae-won, wrapping his arms tightly around the white neck, looked back and forth between the approaching bathtub and Seo Hae-young, shaking his head violently.

“I—I want to go out… Hae-young, I was wrong… it’s too cold…”

After sitting Hae-won in the tub, Seo Hae-young forcibly peeled away the clinging arms and picked up the showerhead. Reflexively retreating to the edge of the tub, Hae-won hugged his knees and glared at the falling water. With a smirk at the sight of him acting like a bristling, wary animal, Seo Hae-young slowly wetted him, starting from his protruding feet and moving up his long legs.

Goosebumps erupted as the warm stream hit his frozen skin. An involuntary gasp escaped him. When he cupped his hands under the shower, the steaming water filled them. When water was poured over his head, he even closed his eyes obediently, sniffing.

Perched on the edge of the tub, Seo Hae-young lifted Hae-won, who was seeking the warmth, and spread his soft buttocks apart. Feeling the sensation of the semen filling his body dripping out of his hole, Hae-won clenched his fists and trembled.

“Hng…”

“It felt good, right? You love this kind of thing.”

Inserting two fingers, Seo Hae-young poked around inside, pretending to scrape out the semen. Even though he knew the inner walls, which had lost their tightness over the past few days, were swollen, he stirred them without consideration. The leaked semen pooled in his palm and then dripped down his wrist.

“Hmm? I’m asking if it felt good.”

Seo Hae-young wrapped his arm around Hae-won’s waist and pulled him. Dragged backward to sit on one of the other’s thighs, Hae-won buried his face in the broad chest and breathed heavily. The squelching sound grew faster and louder. The sudden rise in body temperature ignited an unwelcome heat. The moist inner walls writhed every time the fingers dug in, as if begging for them to push deeper.

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

Irritation tinged Seo Hae-young’s voice. Hae-won hurriedly nodded, rubbing his teary eyes.

“Yes… yes, it felt good…”

“Then I’ve only done things you like, right? Hmm?”

Hae-won sobbed, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, and then with his palm once they were soaked. Nodding his head was a given. Staring intently at Hae-won, who reluctantly uttered apologies, Seo Hae-young let out a hollow laugh. As expected, this amount wasn’t enough. Resting his forehead on Hae-won’s shoulder, Seo Hae-young pouted.

“I think I’m too soft-hearted. Right?”

After giving the speechless Hae-won a cursory wash, Seo Hae-young patted his buttocks, which were bruised deep purple.

“Listen well from now on. Next time, it won’t end with just this.”

After two days, Hae-won walked out of the chilly bathroom unsteadily. The moment he stood under the sunset streaming through the window, his knees buckled. A loud ringing filled his ears, and his limbs went limp.

Through his blurred vision, he saw Tae-gyeom, who wore a rare expression of surprise. Those fierce eyes widened and then sharply narrowed. He saw Tae-gyeom stepping down from the bed, and Seo Hae-young’s hand slid under his head. Finally, as Tae-gyeom approached and knelt on the floor, Hae-won’s eyelids slowly closed.

Hae-won snapped his eyes open and twisted his limbs. It was cold and dark. He must be trapped in the bathroom again. He had begged so much that he was sorry. He had cried so much that he was wrong. Rubbing his ears, where he could hear the sound of water, with his wrist, he let out a hoarse plea.

“I—I was wrong, I was wrong…”

“…Hae-won, stop it.”

Hyun-woo, who had been sitting by Hae-won’s head, grabbed his thin wrist and hugged his struggling body. Tae-gyeom, who had been looking at his phone on the sofa, sighed and turned on the floor lamp. The moment the dim room brightened, Hae-won, visibly relieved, went limp. Hyun-woo blinked his tired eyes, patting the back of Hae-won, who was nestled in his arms. This was already the third time Hae-won had woken up as if having a seizure, mumbling that he was wrong before fainting again.

After several gentle pats, the heaving back calmed down. Just as he thought he would fall asleep again, Hae-won lifted his head and looked around. Dry hair brushed softly under his chin.

With only a bathrobe as his “long clothes,” Hae-won, clad in the soft cotton, suddenly shuddered. Tae-gyeom stared silently at Hae-won, who hurriedly scrambled off the bed and pressed himself against the wall. Finally, unable to endure it, Tae-gyeom stood up from the sofa and strode over.

“Fuck, hey… are you going to keep acting out just because you got hit a bit?”

Hae-won, looking up blankly at the irritation-filled Tae-gyeom, quickly lowered his eyes and shook his head. Whether it was more comfortable or more pitiful to see him so defeated. Before Tae-gyeom could say another word, Hae-won fled the room. Watching his retreating back, Tae-gyeom let out a hollow laugh and sat down next to Hyun-woo, rubbing his cheek.

“So annoying…”

“…I know.”

Frowning, Tae-gyeom shifted his gaze. Joo Hyun-woo, who had been shielding Hae-won while pretending to be kind, spoke as if it were someone else’s business. Though a trace of reluctance remained on his face. Twisting his lips, Tae-gyeom sneered.

“What. Now that you’ve been fucking him whenever you’re bored, do you actually feel like joining in?”

“I… don’t know, either.”

Hyun-woo rubbed his forehead, looking at the grey bathrobe poking out from behind the living room sofa. The first time was hard, but from the second time onward, it was easy.

Seo Hae-young had pushed him into the darkened bathroom without a word. He had entered without knowing why, but it was Joo Hyun-woo’s own will that had spread the legs of the sprawled-out Yoon Hae-won on the wet floor. While taking turns with Seo Hae-young to dump semen into Hae-won’s hole for two days, the line Hyun-woo had arbitrarily drawn in his mind was slowly erasing. When he caught the sobbing Hae-won crawling on the tiles, one section was erased; when he crushed him, two; when he shoved his cock into the twitching hole, three.

As a child, when he had imagined laying Yoon Hae-won down and shoving himself inside, stroking his erect member. It had started with a smiling Hae-won, but the moment of ejaculation always brought to mind a Hae-won screaming and crying that he hated it. He had looked away, unwilling to believe it, but it was always. Always. The end was like that. No, perhaps it had been like that from the beginning.

As Tae-gyeom continued his sneering, asking what that was supposed to mean, Hyun-woo gave a faint smile and tidied the messy bedding. Pat, pat, as if organizing his complicated feelings.

* * *

Late evening. The water filling the pool sparkled under the strong lights. Hae-won, who had been curled up behind the living room sofa before being dragged out, tossed and turned on a sunbed. The slimy porridge Seo Hae-young had forced him to eat felt stuck in his chest, making his heart thumping. The middle of the vacation was passing by against a backdrop of laughter, chatter, and swearing.

“Ah, fuck!”

“You guys are fucking terrible at this…”

The three of them had brought a beach volleyball from somewhere and were playing a game without a net. It was incredibly noisy.

At the start of the game, Seo Hae-young had suggested they be on the same team. When Hae-won looked up blankly, Hae-young tapped the ball and moved away. Seo Hae-young and Go Tae-gyeom, who had suddenly teamed up despite any previous tension, didn’t even hesitate to cheat to beat the overwhelmingly superior Hyun-woo. Hae-won no longer tried to understand them.

Once they dragged Joo Hyun-woo into it out of spite, it became a complete mess. Since they were sharing him, there seemed to be no reason for them to fight among themselves; they looked quite harmonious and happy. Just as he was about to scream and ask what was so funny, the bathroom came to mind. The chilly bathroom where water dripped. The time spent taking in members multiple times in the dark. When those memories surfaced, his muscles stiffened and his limbs shrank, leaving him unable to say a word. The moments etched into his mind gagged him.

Since they had been drinking, the water play was intense, and occasional droplets splashed onto his legs. Pulling his robe over to wipe the moisture, Hae-won quietly stood up and entered the house, muffling his footsteps.

Entering the laundry room behind the kitchen, he looked into each washing machine. Not here, not there. Not a single piece of the few clothes he had brought was there. He hated wearing a single bathrobe that didn’t even feel like clothes. Without underwear, not even like a human being.

Finally, he opened the door of the last closed washing machine and pulled out all the piled laundry, searching thoroughly. It wasn’t there. As Hae-won knelt in hollow defeat among the bed covers and towels, he felt a presence and slowly lifted his head. Seo Hae-young, who had been immersed in the game, was standing blankly at the entrance of the laundry room.

Pushing his wet hair back to reveal a clean forehead, Seo Hae-young slid inside. Having drunk so much, his white cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes were glazed. Hae-won couldn’t even stand up or ask why he had come; he remained frozen in place, looking up at the approaching Seo Hae-young.

“What are you doing?”

Approaching while kicking the scattered laundry with his feet, Seo Hae-young leaned down to look at his face. Hae-won kept his head low, mumbling while glancing at Seo Hae-young.

“Clothes… I don’t have any.”

“Why? It looks good on you.”

Kneading the nape of the neck revealed beneath the robe’s collar with a large hand, Seo Hae-young let out an “ah” of realization. Even at the light tone, anxiety surged within Hae-won. Sure enough.

“You were here because you wanted to do it again, weren’t you?”

“…Eh?”

“To spread your legs for whoever comes in. Right?”

Feeling a surge of unfairness, Hae-won shook his head vigorously, but Seo Hae-young didn’t even look as he slid his hands under Hae-won’s armpits and lifted him up. As soon as he regained his balance from staggering, Seo Hae-young hugged his thighs and lifted him high, plopping him down on top of the washing machine. From the tall machine, the pungent smell of alcohol wafted from Seo Hae-young. As Hae-won slightly avoided those glazed eyes, a slow drawl followed.

“I know—everything. But what can I do… since I’m here.”

“N-no… I just wanted clothes…”

“Stop making excuses.”

Seo Hae-young slid his hand under the hem of the bathrobe, stroking the thigh while resting his forehead on Hae-won’s shoulder.

“Always making excuses… explaining… I’m just an easy target for you, right?”

Unable to avoid the hand digging deeper, Hae-won gripped the edge of the washing machine as if he would crush it. When the hand moved behind his thigh and forced his knee up, his upper body naturally tilted back. He hurriedly braced himself with his arms, but he ended up in a position that left his lower half completely exposed.

Though he had offered his buttocks many times already, exposing his private parts in a brightly lit place was still shameful. As the time Seo Hae-young’s glazed eyes spent silently looking down at the bare area grew longer, the rims of his ears burned hot. He had never been this embarrassed by his clean lower half.

As the heat rose to his cheeks and eyes, Hae-won tried to close his spread legs, but a white back of a hand tapped his knee. The dark bathroom had imposed restrictions on his behavior, and Hae-won silently kept his legs open. Seo Hae-young simply watched for a long while, then began to rub his groin, pressing down with his palm. While Hae-won was unable to speak, the white hand slid down, grabbed his member, and shook it slowly. Hae-won tensed his legs and let out a suppressed moan. The warm palm was stimulating.

“Hng, ah…”

“Do you like it like this?”

Bending his waist completely and resting his elbows on the washing machine, Seo Hae-young leaned his cheek against the inner thigh. He grinned, stroking the member firmly yet softly. He tapped the pink glans with his index finger and kneaded the testicles, tormenting the member as if playing with a toy.

“Hng… Ha—Hae-young…”

Due to the continuous stimulation, the slack member began to erect. Watching the straight, beautifully shaped member, Seo Hae-young suddenly stuck out his red tongue. When the moist flesh licked the shaft, a startled Hae-won closed his legs. Contrary to his intention, he ended up hugging Seo Hae-young’s head with his thighs, and he quickly relaxed his strength in panic. As he looked at Seo Hae-young anxiously, a thin, hollow laugh escaped the red lips.

“Old habits die hard…”

Seo Hae-young slid both hands under the buttocks and lifted him slightly. His legs spread even further, and the flustered Hae-won reflexively apologized.

“S-sorry…”

Curling the corners of his lips, Seo Hae-young leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of the erect penis trembling before his face.

“Has anyone ever sucked this for you?”

Hae-won, who was leaning back and supporting his upper body with his elbows, stiffly shook his head. Seo Hae-young, who had been rubbing the glans with his lips, cast a sidelong glance.

“Lying again, are we?”

“Really……, ngh……!”

Without warning, the penis was sucked into a moist heat. From the start, Seo Hae-young sucked hard enough to make his cheeks hollow, locking eyes with him. Hae-won looked at Seo Hae-young, who was greedily sucking his member, with a bewildered gaze. Strands of wet hair fell across his white forehead. The stimulation was far too intense.

“Haa……, Hae, Hae-young…….”

The sound of flesh being sucked echoed through the laundry room. A sensation he had never felt in his life heated his body, causing his elbows to buckle. Now lying completely flat on his back atop the washing machine, Hae-won cautiously tried to push Seo Hae-young’s head away.

“St-stop it…….”

For Hae-won, who had been trapped in the bathroom and taken in turns without once being allowed to ejaculate, the pleasure was overwhelming. With eyes flushed crimson, Seo Hae-young looked at Hae-won and forced the penis all the way to the back of his throat before pulling it out in one go.

“Haa……. You’ve got it hard because it feels good, so what do you mean stop…….”

Lying there, Hae-won heaved his hips, catching his breath. He didn’t have the luxury to answer.

“Hng, hng…….”

His penis, glistening with saliva, twitched. Kneading his buttocks and biting hard into his groin, Seo Hae-young gradually lowered his head. The moment a pointed tongue swept across the perineum, Hae-won frantically waved his hands.

“Hae-young……! D-don’t!”

“Ah……. I guess you haven’t tried this?”

As Seo Hae-young put strength into his arms and lifted Hae-won’s hips, Hae-won curled his body and shook his head violently. When his scarred legs were draped over a firm shoulder, Seo Hae-young bit hard into the flesh of his buttocks.

“Stay still.”

Then, a long, extended tongue gave a wide lick to the overworked, twitching entrance.

“Hng……!”

It was a strange sensation. A moist, soft piece of flesh wandered around as if stretching the folds, and then lips touched and sucked lightly.

“N-no, Hae-young……. Don’t do that…….”

Sucking the penis was one thing, but having his back hole sucked was an immense shock. And by Seo Hae-young, of all people. The fact that Seo Hae-young was burying his face between his buttocks was so unbelievable that he couldn’t even feel the pain radiating from his arched back. When the pointed tongue entered the loosened hole, Hae-won’s hips jerked. His toes curled and his chin tilted back.

“Haa, ah……. Hae-young…….”

Seo Hae-young’s tongue felt like a finger. It stirred haphazardly inside, rubbing and occasionally sucking. The soft tongue tapped against the inner walls, and smooth lips brushed against the opened folds. Hae-won’s hands wandered aimlessly over the washing machine before finding their way to Seo Hae-young’s head. Wet hair tangled between his fingers.

“Hng, huu……, Hae-young, don’t…….”

Unable to bring himself to pull the hair, he stroked it instead, but that only caused the tongue to push deeper, letting out a hot breath. Seo Hae-young sucked at the tender flesh around the hole before suddenly thrusting his tongue inside. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, gradually increasing the speed of the probing.

“Hng, ngh……!”

The sensitized inner walls gasped with every entry and exit of the tongue. Hae-won squeezed his eyes shut and let his arms limp beside his head. Seo Hae-young seemed to have no intention of stopping this shameful act, and Hae-won could do nothing but pant, unable to stop him.

The inside where Seo Hae-young was licking began to feel itchy. As the sounds of licking and sucking grew louder, the tremors intensified. Transparent fluid beaded at the tip of his erect penis. Hae-won covered his mouth with both hands, suppressing the moans leaking out. He was now feeling pleasure even while being sucked from behind. Seo Hae-young’s words echoed in his mind.

Do you feel it from this now too?

“Hae-young, ah, please…….”

It was too itchy. His buttocks twitched. After loosening the hole completely, Seo Hae-young gave the entrance one last suck and lifted his head. With his chest exposed through the disheveled shower gown, Hae-won breathed heavily, his eyes clouded with arousal. Seo Hae-young parted his saliva-slicked lips and dropped a short observation.

“You look like a total slut.”

His flushed expression distorted as if he were about to burst into tears. Seo Hae-young opened his eyes wide and whispered lowly.

“Why are you trying to cry again……. Did I say something wrong?”

“Hng, ngh……!”

Fingers suddenly thrust in, stabbing and stirring the heated inner walls. Three fingers entered easily, curling to scrape the slick interior as they withdrew. Hae-won grabbed the wrist that was repeatedly and roughly probing the itchy spot, twisting his hips.

“Haa……. Hae-young, Hae-young. Don’t…….”

Suddenly, the way his body reacted with arousal even to the rough touch felt strange. A sense of helplessness arose from the fact that even if he grabbed the hand ravaging his insides, he couldn’t push it away as he wished. A sense of self-loathing for being unable to utter a single curse and only letting out whimpers. And a fear of the man positioned between his legs.

“W-wait……, ah…….”

“Hey……. Since when do you tell me what to do?”

Terrified by a single sentence, Hae-won quickly let go of the wrist and gripped the cold edge of the machine. The memory of the dark bathroom made his body shudder intermittently, but he bit his lower lip and endured. As the fingers entered with a wet, slapping sound, Seo Hae-young’s head descended once more.

“Hng……!”

His back arched sharply. A slippery tongue touched the folds gripping the fingers. While thrusting his fingers, Seo Hae-young licked the hole like a dog. Whenever the soft, hot tongue pushed in along with the fingers, Hae-won’s hips trembled violently. A spine-chilling pleasure swept across his bare legs exposed to the cool air.

“Hae, Hae-young……, hng……, ah……!”

Just shove it in like usual. Turn me around, without any consideration, just do it.

Hae-won was afraid of the sensation of Seo Hae-young forcing himself in. The unbearable pleasure was terrifying. Feeling as though he might lose his mind, he unconsciously mumbled for him to just put it in. Seo Hae-young, ignoring him completely, thrust his fingers in roughly, causing Hae-won’s feet to curl. Clear fluid streamed from the tip of his erect penis.

“S-stop……. I think I’m going to come……!”

The sensation of ejaculation surged. He desperately grabbed the hair fluttering between his thighs, but Seo Hae-young ignored him, tilted his head, and sucked hard on the perineum.

“Hng……!”

His body jolted. His eyes snapped shut, and a long-suppressed moan burst from between his lips. He might have accidentally pulled Seo Hae-young’s hair hard, but he had no time to care. He wasn’t in a state of mind for that. As a wave of intense pleasure passed, his lower abdomen twitched. Hae-won blinked his tear-filled eyes and hurriedly pushed himself up, horrified.

“Ah……. I-I’m sorry…….”

As Seo Hae-young straightened his waist, whitish semen was splattered from his forehead to his eyes. The white liquid, which had dirtied his pretty eyebrows, eyelids, and eyelashes, dripped down. Hae-won hurriedly pulled the sleeve of his gown to wipe the semen from the other’s eyes, but Seo Hae-young nonchalantly wiped his own forehead with the palm of his hand. He stared at the sticky semen on his palm for a moment, then reached for Hae-won’s cheek.

The moment Hae-won saw the hand approaching, he hunched his shoulders and squeezed his eyes shut. He clenched his fists, expecting a violent blow, but instead of a skull-rattling pain, he felt a light slap. When he peeked through his closed eyes, he saw Seo Hae-young push his face back down and carelessly wipe the semen onto both of his cheeks. Then, as if he had seen enough, he strolled out of the laundry room, saying indifferently:

“No need to be sorry.”

Hae-won lay on the washing machine, limbs sprawled, without blinking. The shower gown flung open, saliva and semen soaking his groin, the twitching hole.

You look like a total slut.

Seo Hae-young’s voice, filled with condemnation and ridicule, blended into the distant noise. A deep sense of exhaustion and an even heavier sense of guilt weighed on his chest. Slowly accepting the reality that he had ejaculated while having fingers in his back hole and being sucked by lips, Hae-won’s legs gave out the moment he stepped off the washing machine. It felt as if his muscles and joints were melting away.

He was used to pain. Being used to it didn’t mean he wasn’t afraid, but he had developed a tolerance and could endure it. However, pleasure, for which he had no tolerance, was more frightening than violence. The fact that he panted at night after being beaten during the day made him feel exactly like the slut Seo Hae-young called him.

While wiping the semen from his face, he lay prone for a moment. He hated Seo Hae-young for being so fickle—beating him and stuffing things into him, only to suddenly change moods. Maybe he felt sorry. ……Still, just for today.

“……Ah.”

Suddenly remembering something, Hae-won lifted his head, pushed himself off the floor with difficulty, and left the laundry room.

* * *

He thought the “water play” was over, but this time, a drinking party had broken out again in the first-floor living room. The group, who had lined up soju bottles in a corner as if they intended to drink every last drop, were already heavily intoxicated. Go Tae-gyeom and Joo Hyun-woo, changed into clean clothes, were giggling and exchanging trivial conversation with an outdated variety show playing in the background. The canned laughter of the studio audience poked at his eardrums; Hae-won covered his ears and quietly surveyed the surroundings from behind a wall. Seo Hae-young was nowhere to be seen.

Tiptoeing carefully, he headed for the stairs. His skin crawled as his attention shifted to the two men on the sofa. He couldn’t even fathom how much they had drunk for someone like Go Tae-gyeom to be that wasted. Since neither of them were the quiet type when drunk, avoiding them was the best course of action for Hae-won.

Having successfully made it to the second floor without being caught, Hae-won couldn’t bring himself to enter the master bedroom. He lingered in the hallway before slipping into Tae-gyeom’s room. He couldn’t keep wearing the gown stained with dust and semen. Overcome with sorrow, he sniffled and rummaged through Tae-gyeom’s bag as if it were his own, pulling out a set of clean clothes.

After taking off the gown and changing into a white t-shirt, Hae-won looked at the baggy garment that reached below his elbows. It seemed Go Tae-gyeom wore quite large clothes. He even turned the bag upside down and shook it, but he couldn’t find any new underwear or pants. Wondering if there were worn clothes, he lifted the shirt to sniff it, only to feel a gaze piercing his cheek. His swollen eyes slowly looked up.

Seo Hae-young, dressed in comfortable clothes, was standing in the doorway of the room—which had no door—rubbing his eyes. A long sigh escaped him like a lament. Having come up specifically to find Seo Hae-young, Hae-won, failing to read the room, parted his lips.

“Ah……. I have something to give……”

Was the problem that he had become too relaxed just because of what happened in the laundry room? Before he could even finish his sentence, Seo Hae-young strode into the room and struck him across the temple. His head was thrown back instantly, slamming against the edge of the bed.

“Ah…….”

Sliding down, Hae-won couldn’t even clutch his throbbing head and looked up with bewildered eyes. Seo Hae-young slowly knelt down and lifted the hem of the baggy t-shirt, scanning his exposed lower body. Hae-won instinctively recoiled, avoiding the touch.

“What the……. It hasn’t even been a day, why are you like this?”

Muttering as if appalled, Seo Hae-young closed the gap Hae-won had created and whispered softly. His tone clearly betrayed his absurdity.

“Don’t tell me you’re acting like this because of that……? Because I sucked you?”

The longer he faced that gaze of annoyance and irritation, the more his jaw trembled. His breathing became irregular, his shoulders heaving. The bathroom flickered in his mind, the sound of water echoed. For a very brief moment, he thought he had seen a possibility. Even if the touch he had felt as kind was just a momentary whim. Just in case.

“Hey. Why aren’t you saying anything? Answer me.”

He had presumed too much. Hae-won shook his head, panting. A choked sound escaped as tears welled up.

“I had something to give……. Just a moment…….”

Looking down at the baggy t-shirt Hae-won was wearing, Seo Hae-young’s lips, reddened further by alcohol, parted.

“Bullshit…….”

Then, Hae-won was grabbed by the collar and dragged away. As he tumbled down the stairs, he clung tightly to Seo Hae-young’s wrist, shaking his head tearfully. I was wrong, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. He hadn’t known that simply wearing a piece of clothing would make him this angry. No matter how much he begged and cried that he would take it off, that he was sorry, Seo Hae-young didn’t look back once.

The moment they reached the bottom of the stairs, he was thrown into the center of the living room. Tae-gyeom, who was drinking straight from a bottle, widened his eyes in surprise and then immediately began to cackle.

“No, fuck……. Why the hell are you just throwing the kid?”

The laughter of the studio audience followed like an echo. The pungent smell of alcohol and the ringing laughter. The scene of the spacious, messy villa distorted in an instant. Taking a deep breath, Hae-won frantically crawled toward Hyun-woo. He grabbed the hem of Hyun-woo’s pants, buried his forehead in his knee, and trembled violently. Fearing that he might be suddenly dragged back to the bathroom after being intimidated, he hugged Hyun-woo’s leg even tighter. Hoping that he would at least play the part of the “kind person.”

“I-I’m sorry…….”

“Hae-won, what’s wrong?”

Hyun-woo set aside his glass and leaned down, gently stroking Hae-won’s pale hair. Hyun-woo’s gaze, thick with the influence of alcohol, shifted to the long, extended legs. Smooth skin covered in bruises and scars. A body trembling while clutching the legs, and a sobbing voice. The hand that had been touching his hair moved down to the earlobe. Even as he rubbed it firmly with two fingers, there was no reaction, showing how terrified Hae-won was.

While Hae-won clung to the rotten rope, Seo Hae-young flopped onto the sofa and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table.

“Use it as you like. It’s baggy now.”

Hae-won, understanding the dry words spoken while looking inside the shirt a moment too late, lifted his head. Seo Hae-young, meeting his eyes, put a cigarette between his teeth and raised an eyebrow. As if it were nothing.

With a face drained of all color, Hae-won looked around. Go Tae-gyeom getting up from the sofa, dusting himself off; Joo Hyun-woo kneading his nape with a sticky touch; the messy drinking spot and the booming noise. The penis and semen he had taken in the darkness where nothing was visible.

“Ah, ngh……!”

Hae-won stood up as if having a seizure. He had to hide. He had to run away and stay hidden until the vacation ended. There wasn’t much time left, if he could just hold on……. In his unstable vision, the kitchen came into view. He shook off Hyun-woo’s hand grabbing his arm and bolted.

The moment Hae-won took a step, Seo Hae-young stood up and kicked the long leg passing by the sofa. Struck in the shin, Hae-won rolled across the floor. A pain like a bone displacing hit him. When his forehead and chest slammed into the marble floor—which had no rug—he couldn’t even scream. Coughing violently, Hae-won was grabbed by the ankle and dragged backward.

“Khp, hng……!”

The seamless marble offered no grip for his fingernails, and even with clenched fists, there was nothing to hold onto. While being dragged, his hand brushed against Hyun-woo’s foot. Looking up at Hyun-woo with eyes brimming with tears, Hae-won let out a hollow, breathless laugh. A gaze similar to the day he had been forced into was slowly averted.

Right……. No one helps me…….

The moment he thought that, he was laid down on the low table. Go Tae-gyeom, roughly pushing aside the scattered snacks, grabbed his struggling legs, and Seo Hae-young pinned his shoulders down to keep him from rising. Under the glaring lights, Hae-won, his limbs bound, twisted his body and sobbed.

“D-don’t……. Let’s stop, okay……?”

He didn’t want to be taken in turns like this, in such a bright place, while fully conscious, in front of everyone. His chest heaving, Hae-won gripped the wrist of Seo Hae-young, who was perched on the table. An expressionless gaze returned, but he tried to smile and pleaded abjectly.

“Hae-young, Hae-young……. I’ll take it off, I’ll take this off…….”

Without a word, Seo Hae-young bit down on the cigarette filter and reached out. A palm clamped over his mouth. In that moment, Tae-gyeom, who had finally forced his legs open, positioned himself, and cold air hit the naturally open hole. Go Tae-gyeom, pressing his lower body close, had glazed eyes. He had never been particularly upright, but now that he was drunk, the strength in his grip on Hae-won’s ankles was different.

“Now that you’ve tried it with these bastards, don’t I seem like the best?”

“Mmph, mmph……!”

Tae-gyeom chuckled as he lifted Hae-won’s legs. He hadn’t touched him for two days, reluctant to shove himself into the ass of someone who couldn’t even keep his senses. In the meantime, the hole—which had been tightly closed—was now twitching and gaping, revealing how much it had been stretched. Tae-gyeom pulled his member from his pants, stroked it, and spat into the open hole.

“Hyung will do a veeeery good job for you.”

Tae-gyeom’s laughter sounded faint, like a hallucination. No matter how much he flailed his arms, he couldn’t reach Tae-gyeom, and no matter how much he struggled with his legs, no one came to help. Hae-won could only let tears fall as he felt the glans burrowing into the entrance. He knew he was nothing more than a tool for them to push their members into and shake, and that the ones stuffing him were just a few of his “friends.” He couldn’t bear it anymore.

Gripping the thighs that were covered in handprints, Tae-gyeom looked down at Hae-won, who was shaking his head, and drove his erect member in with a single thrust. The low table rattled, and a scream erupted from between Hae-won’s lips.

“Hngh—!”

Instead of a scream, which was cut short by a palm covering his mouth, Hae-won’s back fluttered against the table. A merciless hand pressed down on his shoulder, and Hae-won’s body twitched as his consciousness momentarily flickered out. Every time that happened, the inner walls, which moistly enveloped the member, tightened and released in repetition. Tae-gyeom, who had pushed in at once assuming Seo Hae-young had already gone once, spat out a curse.

“Fuck…! You said he was loose, you crazy bastard…”

“I meant looser than before.”

Finding Seo Hae-young’s nonchalant answer absurd, Tae-gyeom let out a short, alcohol-laced curse and thrust his hips upward. It was certainly easier to insert than the first time. Yoon Hae-won’s hot inner walls were distinctly different from before, when they had endlessly pushed back and rejected the intrusion. Now, they clung to him with a wet, sucking sound, as if pulling him deeper inside without any friction.

“Fuck…”

It wasn’t just improved; it was better. He had wondered when that narrow path would ever become loose, but at this rate, it felt like a fist could fit in three months. Not that he actually intended to do that, but…

For a moment, Tae-gyeom furrowed his brows and glanced at Seo Hae-young. For some reason, he felt like Seo Hae-young actually would put a fist in. Ugh, shaking off the disgusting thought, Tae-gyeom rolled up the t-shirt Hae-won was wearing and smirked.

“But… why are you wearing my clothes?”

He pulled the thin white t-shirt up to the neck, stroked the bruised, purple skin with his palm, and then pinched and twisted a nipple. Tae-gyeom muttered as he rubbed the already swollen nipple between his fingers.

“This little fucker, he’s playing tricks thinking I’ll go easy on him if he does this…”

“Hngh… mmp…!”

As he thrust shallowly up to the waist, Hae-won, his eyes clouded with tears, frowned deeply and grabbed Seo Hae-young’s wrist. As the hand that had been tightly blocking his mouth moved away, Hae-won rubbed his cheek against a palm, sobbing as if he were suffocating.

“It, it hurts, Hae-young… I don’t want to do this…”

Seo Hae-young twisted his hand away from the ticklish palm and looked down at the area where the member was sliding in and out. From the hairless groin to the erect, white member shaking. With a sneer, Seo Hae-young slapped Hae-won’s cheek moderately, as if telling him to wake up.

“Hurts? When you’re hard as a rock.”

“N-no… Ahhk…!”

Hae-won shook his head, but the moment the member was driven in hard, his eyes glazed over. His body, which had been forced to feel pleasure through relentless pounding for several days, went limp despite his wishes. Even his spine shivered when Tae-gyeom began to move his hips while gripping and shaking Hae-won’s half-erect member with one hand. Hae-won hurriedly reached out toward Tae-gyeom, who was positioned between his wide-open legs.

“Ah, haeu… stop…! Stop it…!”

Tae-gyeom, pinning the struggling legs with his thick arms, didn’t even listen to the whimpering. Instead, he shoved his member into the hole that was greedily biting it, then pulled back and kneaded the buttocks.

“S-stop…! I, I don’t want to… Fuck, stop it…”

Looking down at Hae-won, who was resisting by twisting his limbs, Seo Hae-young grabbed both of his cheeks with one hand and pressed. He snatched a liquor bottle that was precariously balanced on the table and flipped it over Hae-won’s protruding lips.

Hae-won’s eyes flew open. Strong liquor flooded into his mouth. Half of it was swallowed instinctively down his throat, and the other half streamed down the sides of his mouth. Even as he coughed and sputtered, Seo Hae-young held his cheeks tight and poured the remaining liquor in.

“Kugh, k-kh…! Hngh, ugh…!”

“Drink up, Hae-won. You said it hurts.”

The thin t-shirt pulled up to his neck became soaked with the strong-smelling liquor and clung to his upper body. Tae-gyeom, who hadn’t stopped his hip movements even as Hae-won struggled and grabbed Seo Hae-young’s wrist, let out a sigh of annoyance.

“Ah, fuck… what if he throws up?”

“He hasn’t eaten anything anyway.”

Indifferently pouring in the last of the liquor, Seo Hae-young dropped the empty bottle to the floor.

“Hngh, k-kh…! Hngh… I don’t want to…”

With his chest and groin exposed, Hae-won wailed, wiping his wet mouth and eyes with the back of his hand. Even when the hand pressing his shoulder was removed, he couldn’t get up. To make matters worse, he started hiccuping, and every time he did, Tae-gyeom chuckled, saying the inside was tightening.

“Hngh, ah… take it out… please, stop…”

“Stop what? Fuck, you love this…”

Watching the helplessly shaking Hae-won, Seo Hae-young belatedly lit a cigarette and glanced at Joo Hyun-woo. Perhaps the effect of pushing him into the bathroom had worked; Hyun-woo, leaning his back against the sofa, was stroking his member while watching Hae-won provide his hole. His movements were leisurely, as if waiting his turn.

“Hey.”

At the low call, Joo Hyun-woo lifted his clouded eyes. Seo Hae-young scanned Hyun-woo, who always became strange after drinking, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and gestured.

“Use your mouth. Suck Yoon Hae-won well.”

Hae-won, who had been shaking frantically and offering futile resistance, noticed Hyun-woo kneeling by his head and lifted his chin. Still, Joo Hyun-woo is good at pretending to be nice, so he’ll stop them. Reaching out, Hae-won fumbled for Hyun-woo’s forearm, tears dripping. Between his body, which had been exhausted for two straight days, and the liquor burning down his esophagus, he lacked the strength to grip him.

“Joo Hyun-woo… Ahh, I don’t, want to… please, tell them… to stop…”

Hyun-woo brushed off Hae-won’s sliding hands and called his name in a drawn-out tone.

“…Hae-won.”

After stroking the reddened corners of his eyes with a thumb, Hyun-woo grabbed the back of his head with both hands and pulled. Tae-gyeom, now closer to the pushed-up Hae-won, hooked a leg over his shoulder, and Hae-won’s head flipped over the narrow table, his eyes darting anxiously. Hyun-woo’s erect weapon flickered, slapping against his eyes and cheeks.

“You’re only calling my name now? That’s disappointing…”

A domineering gaze landed on his lips. The moment Hae-won, straining his neck to look up at Hyun-woo, gasped for air, his hair was gripped and his neck was snapped back. The glans slid in without warning between his lips, perfectly positioned to swallow the member.

“Ugh, ugh…!”

The flesh, with veins protruding hideously, pushed in endlessly. As another man’s member forced its way into his open throat, Hae-won lifted his hips and tried to push away, grabbing firm thighs. However, Hyun-woo didn’t budge an inch. Blood rushed to his tilted face, turning it bright red.

“Ugh, k-kh… ugh…”

“Haa… it goes in so well…”

Holding the head with both hands, Hyun-woo thrust his hips shallowly. Hae-won’s body convulsed. His lost hands fumbled across the table. Seeing the thin back of a hand crawling on the glass, Seo Hae-young reached out. When he took the hand, Hae-won gripped it fiercely, not even knowing whose hand it was. While Seo Hae-young rubbed the back of Hae-won’s hand with his thumb, Tae-gyeom smirked, forcing himself into the inner walls that were clamping down tight. As he pounded away, Hae-won’s throat was pushed upward, and the thick member of Hyun-woo was driven in along with it.

“Ah, fuck… it’s so tight…”

“Mmph, k-kh…”

Watching the outline of the throat every time the member entered and exited, Hyun-woo thrust his member in an off-beat rhythm with Tae-gyeom. When he reached out and sharply twisted a hard nipple, Hae-won let out a choked sound and tried to close his legs. Hyun-woo glanced at the erect member between Hae-won’s legs, tapped the nipple with his finger, and then rubbed it as if to crush it between his thumb and index finger while thrusting his hips. An exclamation devoid of reason escaped him.

“Hae-won… you really feel this well…”

“Hngh, ugh…!”

Hyun-woo burst into laughter, finding even the struggling movements of a suffocating body and the hands pushing at his thighs to be lovely. He didn’t particularly like Go Tae-gyeom pounding him, but their unspoken agreement remained valid. For now. Hyun-woo moved his hips while rolling the protruding nipple. Even the choking sounds were pleasant to hear.

“This guy fucking loves this, the crazy bastard…”

Laughing low, Tae-gyeom pressed down hard on Hae-won’s lower abdomen with his palm while shoving his member in.

“Mmph…!”

Under the heavy pressure, Hae-won’s entire body flailed. Tears streamed down his temples. Providing both his mouth and hole to Go Tae-gyeom and Joo Hyun-woo, Hae-won’s pupils repeatedly rolled back behind his eyelids. He was suffocating and miserable. Yet, every time Tae-gyeom’s member, digging deep into his organs, poked a certain spot, a spine-chilling pleasure surged. The sensation of the inner walls being pulled out as the member slid out made his body tremble, and the feeling of it being curled in as it entered to the root was terribly good.

“Hngh, k-kh… mmp…”

“Yoon, Hae-won, Hae-won… does it feel good? Hmm?”

He felt like he was losing his mind. When Joo Hyun-woo pinched and twisted his nipple, his toes curled. It was tingling and itchy. The pleasure that had been forcibly awakened and learned over the past few months made him get hard even as his mouth and hole were pierced by flesh as thick as a forearm. Tears flowed endlessly. The sound of groins colliding echoed like a drone.

“Fuck, look at him getting hard while being pounded…”

Laughter was heard. The sound of mockery.

“K-kh…! Ugh…”

The member was driven to the very end of his throat. Hae-won shook, his eyes half-rolled back. His legs twitched. Saliva streamed from the corners of his mouth, which were red and torn. The hip movements, which had only been painful, gradually became something he adapted to. Perhaps there was an erogenous zone in the throat; every time Hyun-woo gripped his head and drove in, a stinging pleasure rose. As the member that had been tormenting his throat repeatedly slid out, sticky saliva stretched between them.

“Haaa…! Hngh, k-kh…!”

Tae-gyeom, who had been slowly moving his hips while holding one of the heavily breathing Hae-won’s legs, slapped his buttocks. Compared to Seo Hae-young’s strikes, it was practically a caress. He couldn’t even leave a handprint on the buttocks already bruised deep purple.

“Suck it. You’re good at it.”

Hae-won shook his head weakly, avoiding the member touching his cheek. His breathing was irregular and panting.

“Hngh, haeu…! St-stop, stop it… Ahh…”

“It’ll be over soon, you want to drag it out? Hae-won, be smart…”

Tae-gyeom urged Hae-won on, slapping his buttocks lightly as if he would finish quickly. Tae-gyeom chuckled as he saw Hae-won, chest heaving and sobbing, already supporting Hyun-woo’s member with his hand. This was what he liked about him in the first place. The fact that he wasn’t clever and acted stupidly. He didn’t know if his personality had changed because he’d been beaten so much, or if he was always like that.

“Right. Hurry up and suck it. I’ll make you feel good.”

Hae-won gripped the wet shaft and licked the tip. His neck, lacking strength, kept snapping back. Hyun-woo looked down at the ticklishly behaving Hae-won and gripped his soft hair. As he lifted the head and positioned it in front of his member, Hae-won sucked the glans with loud smacks, tears dripping.

“Haa…”

The dazed eyes, reddened lips, and torn corners of the mouth were all too stimulating for Hyun-woo. Hae-won’s lips swallowed a bit of the shaft, and then he used his tongue to gently rub the tip of the glans. As he sucked at the same time, a wet, squelching sound echoed.

Seeing Hae-won obediently sucking his cock, Tae-gyeom thrust his hips rapidly. He shook his hips so violently that the table rattled, causing Hae-won’s lower abdomen to rise and fall sharply.

“Ahng…!”

The moment the stifled, heated moan escaped, Hae-won’s face was drenched in disgust. He quickly shoved Hyun-woo’s member back into his mouth to block the throat from making strange noises, but the unblocked moans leaked through his lips.

“Hngh, ngh… haeu…”

While sucking the glans, he squeezed the hand he was holding. Seo Hae-young’s hand. The hand that, far from helping, was personally spreading his legs. He lifted his unfocused eyes to find Seo Hae-young. Sitting on the edge of the table and inhaling from a cigarette, Seo Hae-young met his gaze and tilted his head.

“Haeu, hngh…”

Seo Hae-young pulled the gripped arm toward him and looked down. He tapped black ash onto the tender skin of the inner forearm. Startled by the searing pain, Hae-won’s hips jerked. He tried to pull his arm away, but the grip on his hand did not loosen in the slightest.

“Haaa…! Stop, stop… k-kh…!”

As the licking tongue became sluggish, Hyun-woo drove the member back into the throat. Hae-won, his hips floating, choked and forced himself to accept the members pounding into both his hole and his throat. Tae-gyeom’s member drove so deep into his organs that his lower abdomen bulged, and his nose was pressed against Hyun-woo’s testicles. With Hyun-woo’s member filling his throat, Hae-won trembled and ejaculated.

“K-kh…! Ugh…”

Tae-gyeom wiped the semen that had splashed on his chin onto Hae-won’s leg, then pounded his member fiercely into the rigid body. Hae-won’s vision turned black, and he could see nothing. Even when the short cigarette butt was pressed into his arm, he only twitched, unable to even scream. Hyun-woo, who had been thrusting into the throat, pulled his member out and shook it with his hand.

“K-kh…!”

Whitish semen sprayed across Hae-won’s face. Hyun-woo, having come across his lips, bridge of the nose, and eyebrows, smiled faintly, and Tae-gyeom, who had been thrusting while holding the stiff legs in his arms, ejaculated deep into his organs. Sprawled on the table, Hae-won sank into the unending laughter of the spectators.

As Tae-gyeom’s member slid out, his body was pulled down slightly. Even so, he could only manage to rest his head on the table. Soon, Hyun-woo, who had been at his head, walked around the table and knelt between his legs. Snapping back to his senses, Hae-won used his free hand to push away Tae-gyeom, who was pressing his shoulder, trying to switch places with Hyun-woo.

“Y-you said you’d stop, k-kh…! You said just once…!”

Tae-gyeom, leaning on Hae-won’s collarbone, looked down at him and curled his lips into a smirk.

“When did I…? I said it would be over soon.”

Watching the hole where semen was leaking out, Hyun-woo stroked his member, which had become hard again, aligned the glans with the twitching hole, and pushed in with a half-hearted apology.

“I’m sorry, Hae-won…”

“Agh—!”

Hyun-woo’s member pierced through the hole instantly. Semen slid out and dripped onto the table. Hae-won trembled, moaning, “ah, ah.” His splayed legs convulsed. Looking at the vacant face, Tae-gyeom reached out to Seo Hae-young.

“Just one.”

Taking a cigarette and placing it between his lips, Tae-gyeom frowned as he lit it. Black ash was scattered all over Hae-won’s forearm. Tae-gyeom flicked the ash away and let out a small curse upon seeing the bright red burn mark.

“Is he an ashtray? Why the fuck are you putting it out here?”

“Pretty much the same thing.”

Tae-gyeom glanced at Seo Hae-young, who shrugged, flicked the remaining ash, and looked at the wound.

“Fuck, seriously… take it easy.”

While Tae-gyeom briefly took his hand off the shoulder to look for a water bottle to wash the wound, Hae-won, who was being mindlessly pierced by the member thrusting in strongly from the start, struggled and crawled across the table.

“H-haeu… ah…”

He kicked Hyun-woo’s shoulder and pulled the member out of the stinging hole. Shaking off Hyun-woo’s reaching hand, Hae-won rolled onto the floor and crawled away across the rug. Seo Hae-young let out a short laugh as he glanced at the sight of him crawling away, dripping semen from his hole. Tae-gyeom, pouting and placing the water bottle beside him, sat back comfortably and watched while inhaling the filter.

Hyun-woo, who stood up and followed Hae-won as he hid behind the sofa, looked at the bright red buttocks and widened his stride.

“Hae-won.”

“Ah…!”

Immediately mounting Hae-won, who had fallen flat, Hyun-woo wrapped one arm around his waist and drove his member into the open hole in one go. The hole flew open, and Hae-won’s mouth opened wide as well.

“Haaaagh—!”

“You’re the one who said let’s do it first. You did.”

Pressing the back of Hae-won’s neck to fix his head to the floor, Hyun-woo thrust his hips upward, his rationality completely gone. Hips and groins collided with heavy thuds, and his menacing member rammed without a gap into the tightly stretched hole.

Tae-gyeom, hidden by the sofa where he could only hear the sounds, shook his head as if disgusted.

“That bastard’s taste is fucking weird…”

The sounds were almost like someone being beaten to death, to the point of being unsettling. Finding it difficult to listen to, Tae-gyeom picked up the remote to turn up the monitor’s volume and downed the remaining alcohol with Seo Hae-young. While they discussed school and the soon-to-end vacation, Hae-won continued to fuck with Hyun-woo behind the sofa, panting and gasping.

“Hah… Hae-won…”

“Ah, eu…! Huuu…”

Now, even the pain that made his spine tingle arrived as pleasure. He reacted helplessly to Hyun-woo, who reached around to squeeze his member. Pushed along by the lower body colliding so strongly that the skin of his buttocks felt numb, he rubbed his face against the back of a hand.

Ah, this shouldn’t feel good. I shouldn’t be feeling this from a member that violently ravages and enters my inner walls, yet thin semen was dripping onto the cold marble floor. Short breaths burst out due to Hyun-woo’s hand, which touched him subtly softly in contrast to the rough hip movements.

“St-stop it… Ah…!”

“Ah, fuck…”

Hyun-woo, who had been roughly shoving his member into the hot hole, grabbed Hae-won’s leg. He felt anxious because he couldn’t see his face. When he applied force and flipped him over in one motion, the member embedded inside spun around. Hae-won let out a scream, trembling violently. As the face, a mess of tears and saliva, was revealed, Hyun-woo let out a long sigh, his lower abdomen tightening to the point of pain. Sliding his hand under Hae-won’s back to lift the shivering boy, Hyun-woo returned to the sofa and lay down. Pushing Hae-won’s shoulder to make him sit up while draped across his chest, Hyun-woo thrust his hips upward.

Despite the sudden burst of moans, Seo Hae-young and Go Tae-gyeom didn’t spare a single glance, drinking alcohol like water while conversing. As if it were a completely mundane occurrence. That indifferent atmosphere and the influence of the alcohol clouded Hyun-woo’s vision. Cupping Hae-won’s chest with both hands and rubbing the nipples faintly visible beneath the wet t-shirt with his thumbs, he slowly thrust his hips.

“You were good at it before. Rotate your hips. Do it yourself.”

“Huu… Hy-Hyun-woo… please…”

Swaying, Hae-won grabbed onto his elbow. Tears dripped from the long corners of his eyes. In an instant, the pitying emotion that Hyun-woo thought he had sorted out surged back, fueled by the alcohol. He felt sorry for him. Seeing the hand gripping the elbow trembling, the buried guilt crept up. After messing with his hair, Hyun-woo sighed and lifted his upper body.

“You only call my name at times like this…”

Seeing him sob like that made him feel as though he had been too rough, and that he had done something he shouldn’t have. Pressing his dizzy forehead, Hyun-woo hugged Hae-won and patted him.

“Sorry… it’s because of the alcohol…”

Perhaps feeling a sense of relief, the tension drained from Hae-won’s shoulders. Hyun-woo couldn’t hide his confused expression as he patted Hae-won, who clung to him urgently. The past few days flashed before his eyes. The self-loathing and shame for being even more aroused while touching a sobbing and pleading Hae-won. The hand that had spread his legs while knowing clearly that he shouldn’t. His head throbbed. As he lifted Hae-won to halfway pull out his member—

“No, it’s not… no.”

Seo Hae-young, walking slowly while drunk, pressed Hae-won’s shoulders down with both hands. The member that had been slipping out drove deeper with the added weight, and Hae-won let out a short scream, his eyelids fluttering. Hyun-woo, whose member entered the damp place again, groaned and grit his teeth.

“Ah, ack…!”

Before he could escape, Hae-won’s hair was grabbed and his chin was jerked back. Seo Hae-young looked down at Hae-won with eyes full of irritation. With semen smeared across his face and his eyes unfocused, he looked considerably slutty. From Seo Hae-young’s twisted lips flowed a low, chilling condemnation.

“Where do you think you’re tempting him, you slutty piece of shit…”

The look in the drunken Seo Hae-young’s eyes contained an excessive contempt, as if he might crush his face right then and there. Before a fist could fly, Hae-won quickly fluttered his torn lips.

“I-I’m sorry. I won’t do it again… I’ll… I’ll do well…”

He stammered pathetically even though he only spoke a few words. Unable to avoid Seo Hae-young’s staring gaze, he braced himself against Hyun-woo’s chest. Lifting and lowering his buttocks, he moved himself atop the thick member. As he slowly rotated his hips, Hyun-woo slowly leaned back and rested his head on a cushion. Just like the first day, Hyun-woo let out hot breaths and stroked his thighs despite the clumsy movements. Once he sliced into Hae-won’s insides, any will to stop him vanished instantly.

“Haa, ugh…”

Hae-won looked at Seo Hae-young’s face while stiffly rotating and rubbing his hips. After thoroughly examining the terrified expression, Seo Hae-young abruptly threw the hair he was holding.

“Ah…!”

Hae-won, thrown forward, quickly regained his balance. Cold sweat poured down as Seo Hae-young, sitting on the messy table with his chin resting on his hand, began to watch him like a guard. Forcing strength into his sagging arms, he slammed himself down repeatedly. Instinctively avoiding the painful spots and aiming for the itchy ones, Hae-won moved atop Hyun-woo’s member as if masturbating, right in front of Seo Hae-young.

“Haa, ngh…!”

“Hae-won, ah…”

The thin, alcohol-soaked t-shirt clung to his skin, making his flesh faintly visible. Hae-won let out hurried breaths, shedding tears. It felt good. Every time the thick glans pierced deep into the inner walls, it hurt filthily yet felt terribly good. Unable to believe it, a sob broke out—huuu. Even while crying and moaning, he didn’t stop moving his hips for a single moment. The squelching sound grew louder.

“Ah, ah… hup…”

Wiping his damp face with one hand, he rose and sat down with a thudding sound. However, he soon frowned. He couldn’t stop until Joo Hyun-woo ejaculated, but there was no sign of it. His thighs trembled and he felt nauseous. It felt like he would come if he did just a bit more, but no matter how much he shook his hips or sat deep, it didn’t end.

“Huu, Hyun-woo…”

He meant for him to hurry up and come, but Hyun-woo took it differently. Looking blankly up at Hae-won, who was sobbing while embracing his member as if pestering him, Hyun-woo grabbed his hips with both hands and thrust upward violently. In a single thrust, the glans crushed a spot that hadn’t been reached before. His head snapped back and his knees instinctively closed.

“Hwak…! Ah! Ah-heuk!”

His waist twisted. His bruised knees, which had invaded up to Hyun-woo’s chest, trembled and convulsed. Fearing the pleasure that attacked as if to kill him, Hae-won clawed at the sofa and writhed his body. Hyun-woo gripped Hae-won’s waist as if to crush the bone and pushed him down.

“Ah! St-stop…! No, do-don’t do it…! Ack…!”

“Hae-won-ah…”

Semen spurted from the tip of Hae-won’s member. When Hyun-woo, gritting his teeth, rammed in to the very root and ejaculated, Hae-won couldn’t even make a sound and just gasped for air.

Watching Hae-won struggle, Seo Hae-young stood up, wound his fingers through Hae-won’s hair, and dragged him down to the floor. The member that had filled his body slid out, leaving a trail of cloudy semen. Thrown onto the table, Hae-won had to take Seo Hae-young’s menacingly erect member while lying prone. He tried to pull himself up by sliding his hands over the glass, but he only slipped.

“Uaaa… Ah, I-I hate this…”

“What?”

“Ah, a-eu… it’s hard…”

Seo Hae-young thrust his hips while slamming Hae-won’s head, which was out of it, against the table. Hae-won couldn’t even feel the pain, curling his toes tightly and drooling. When the curved member, which entered deeper than any other, sharply pierced the spot in the back, a flash went off before his eyes.

“Huaaa, Hae-Hae-young-aa…”

His body stiffened for a moment and then completely relaxed. From Hae-won’s member, which had just ejaculated, a thin liquid—neither semen nor urine—leaked onto the rug. Seeing the transparent liquid trickling out, Seo Hae-young chuckled and moved his hips indiscriminately. Following the violent movements, the liquid flowing from Hae-won’s member splattered in all directions. Now, no matter which part was rammed, Hae-won moaned as if dying and trembled violently.

“Kkeup, ah… Ah, ple-please…”

The sound of laughter, the squelching noise, and the screeching of the sliding table.

Hae-won, whose eyes were half-rolled back, choked.

I want to go home. It feels too good, but I want to go home. I feel like I’m going to die. At this rate, my stomach will be pierced and I’ll die. I want to go home. I’m scared. It’s too good, and I’m scared. I like Seo Hae-young too much, and I’m too scared. I feel like I’m going to die. I feel like Seo Hae-young will kill me. He’ll beat me to death, or kill me while fucking. I want to go home. I hate this. I’m scared, and I hate it. I’m scared of and hate Seo Hae-young. I want to go home.

A palm slid under his forehead, which was repeatedly hitting the table. Even as the red forehead was lifted and gently rubbed, Hae-won, shaking as he was impaled by Seo Hae-young’s member, couldn’t tell whose hand it was. He simply leaned into the tender touch, shedding tears and saliva.

“St-stop it… Hua… I-I’m sorry… I’m sor-ry…”

The hand gripping his chin wiped away the tears somewhat roughly. He tried to lift the hand that was hovering over the glass to catch the warmth, but the brief tenderness seemed to be a delusion; his hair was yanked up and a member was shoved into his mouth.

“Keok… uk…!”

His waist bent backward. His scalp was pulled taut. Every time the hot member entered as if to destroy the hole, someone’s glans scraped the roof of his mouth and poked his uvula. As a gag reflex rose and he squeezed his eyes shut, the hand resting on the glass was pulled away. The slippery member was gripped tightly and made to shake up and down.

Relying on one arm and the hair held by someone, Hae-won had his friends’ dicks shoved into his hole, put in his mouth, and shaken by his hand. Not a single action was done of his own will.

“U-hup, hu-euk… keo-heuk…”

His pelvis thudded against the edge of the table, but before he knew it, the table was gone. He lay prone like a dog, embracing a member. Through his fading consciousness, a reaching hand roughly yanked his shoulder.

“Hey, just get up. It’s uncomfortable.”

Dragged along, Hae-won aligned the glistening glans with his entrance and sat down just like that. It wasn’t by choice.

The member, with the added weight, drove into a very, very deep place.

“Ah, aaack…!”

His limbs stiffened as he felt his internal organs being pushed. When the hand that had entered under his armpits to lift his body withdrew, his waist immediately swayed. A hand supporting his head as it fell back, two hands gripping his waist tightly, a hand lifting his chin… As soon as his head turned to the right, a member slid through his lips. Along with two fingers opening his mouth so he couldn’t clench his teeth. It felt as if his lips would tear.

“Hu-euk, eup… keok…!”

A member was placed in his left hand, and someone gripping his waist thrust upward from below. Hae-won’s buttocks, colliding repeatedly with the groin, were a vivid red, as red as they could possibly be.

“Keo-heuk, uk…! Hu-euk…!”

His body shook violently up and down. Taking advantage of a short gap, a member passed the uvula and invaded as far as the esophagus. When the member that induced gagging withdrew, his head turned to the left. Again, a member entered along with the sound of laughter.

It’s a bit looser now. Right? Yoon Hae-won.

Hae-won-ah, suck it properly.

Hae-won-ah…

Hae-won-ah, Yoon Hae-won, Hae-won-ah, hey, Yoon Hae-won.

His name was called from all directions. The name he had been called for over twenty years felt foreign. When the members rammed in with a squelch, his relatively free toes twitched, but even that didn’t last long. He merely breathed, moaned, and shook, relying on the hands of his old friends.

“Uaa, ah… ah…”

Hae-won received semen all over his body. Inside his organs, in his throat, on his face… Again, organs, throat, face. After a short break, the hole, hair, nape. Even in his ear canals, where the noisy sounds were heard, cloudy liquid pooled in circles.

Closing his eyes amidst the tinnitus, Hae-won thought of his home in the distance. A shabby, small house. The only sanctuary he had never been ashamed of. When he returned, he would change the old lock. He didn’t know how many people had keys, but he would change it, and change it again, until no one could cross the threshold…

Hae-won-ah. Wake up.

As Seo Hae-young’s voice echoed from very far away, his home flickered in his dizzy vision. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was slapped on the cheek. When he opened them again, he saw his home. The sound of mocking laughter and the sound of an old fan spinning mixed together chaotically.

* * *

The once-clean living room of the villa had become a disaster. Alcohol flowing from overturned bottles, scattered clothes, a rug stained with all sorts of bodily fluids, and a pushed-aside table. Even if the variety show being rebroadcast dozens of times played the episodes from the week before last, last week, and this week and then returned to the beginning, the drinking session did not end.

Hae-won, who had received semen on his hair, his fair face, his chest, and his groin, lay sprawled in the middle of the rug, staring blankly at the ceiling, which was too high to reach. The t-shirt that had started the incident was a mess, rolling around in a corner. The state of the t-shirt was not much different from the state of Hae-won.

Beside him, except for Hyun-woo, who had already drunk to his limit, Seo Hae-young and Go Tae-gyeom finished off the remaining alcohol. The three of them engaged in trivial conversation, pulling Hae-won toward them whenever they were bored. Dragged along, Hae-won was crumpled, overturned, climbed upon, and sometimes opened his legs wide to be used, or occasionally sucked their semen-covered dicks. Of course, it was only that his mouth was forced open to give up his throat, but they all panted with pleasure as they rammed into him.

Hae-won no longer begged, nor did he cry. He simply endured and accepted. After he tried to crawl away once and was kicked in the stomach by Seo Hae-young, he lay quietly, holding his breath. Whether they rubbed dicks on his face, inserted fingers into his hole to scrape out the filling semen, or did whatever—he quietly accepted those bastards who stayed dressed and only pulled out their members to ram in whenever they felt horny. As he always had, he waited for the end of the day.

The clock hands ticked away.

Go Tae-gyeom and Joo Hyun-woo collapsed in turn, and the last one remaining was Seo Hae-young.

After roughly tidying the messy area, Seo Hae-young approached Hae-won, who was curled up, letting out only thin breaths. Sliding an arm under his armpit, he hugged him and slowly stood up. Skipping over the sleeping Hyun-woo and passing by Tae-gyeom, whose forehead was pressed against the table, he headed toward the bathroom. His steps, heavy from being drunk and carrying a grown man, staggered.

“Huu…”

Hae-won, who had been quietly held, buried his forehead in the shoulder and shook his head. His strengthless hand gripped the bathroom threshold, resisting as if he didn’t want to go in. Seo Hae-young took a step forward indifferently. As they entered the bathroom, Hae-won shook his limp legs and writhed his body.

“Hmm? …Ah.”

Stepping back, Seo Hae-young turned on the dark bathroom light and patted the sticky back.

“Light’s on.”

Still feeling anxious, he carried the clinging Hae-won toward the bathtub, which was wider than two people. After letting his legs down and detaching the arms wrapped around his neck, a hazy gaze followed. Holding the showerhead, Seo Hae-young sat on the edge of the tub and brushed back the semen-stiffened hair.

“I’m not leaving, so just sleep.”

Turning on the warm water, he roughly washed the dirty Hae-won. Squeezing body wash onto the body that smelled of alcohol and semen, he created foam with the showerhead, washed his hair similarly, and then entered the tub to half-heartedly scrape out the semen filling the hole. Having roughly finished the task, he looked up to see a pale face that had fallen asleep as if fainting.

Setting down the spraying showerhead, Seo Hae-young pressed his ear to Hae-won’s chest, which was mottled with bite marks. He could faintly hear the thumping sound of the heart. Gripping the forearm that had one more cigarette burn mark, he pressed closer. Pressing against the chest and closing his eyes, Seo Hae-young listened to the regular sound for a long time. At some point, the sound of water vanished, and everything was filled with the heartbeat.

“Hae-won-ah.”

Hae-won, unconscious as if dead, did not answer. Seo Hae-young hesitated, then softly kissed the torn and scabbed lips. It was a light kiss, close to a peck. After making a chu sound and pulling away, Seo Hae-young blinked and kissed him once more. He kissed the lips, then lightly pressed his lips to the corner of the mouth. It was a cautious and clumsy kiss, like a child’s.

Having kissed him reverently, as if performing a ritual, Seo Hae-young leaned down, pressed his ear to the chest where the heartbeat could be heard, and murmured with red lips.

“It’s your fault. Hae-won-ah. You did it wrong. It’s your fault.”

Fearing that his hand might suddenly fly out if he looked at Yoon Hae-won’s face, he didn’t lift his head and instead traced the bruised waist with his index finger.

“It’s all your fault. You… it’s because you did it wrong…”

Leaning against Hae-won’s chest, Seo Hae-young didn’t get angry; instead, he chuckled softly, muttering the same words over and over for a long time. He continued until the sun rose, wavering precariously over the sea visible through the floor-to-ceiling window.