GHS | Chapter 1.3

Since Kang Yeonjae had to clean up the mess Kang Seouk had made on the floor over the past two days, he decided to step out for a bit.

He figured it wasn’t a big deal, but when he checked later, Kang Seouk was trembling all over.

“I told you to cover it up properly.”

Kang Yeonjae clicked his tongue. Kang Seouk had only done his business, not bothered to clean up after. After a moment’s thought, Kang Yeonjae pushed the sand around with his shoe and looked at Kang Seouk.

His gaze was fixed on the floor, but his emotions were quietly simmering, as if he was thinking, Just endure it, just for now.

“When you need to use the bathroom again, let me know.”

That made Kang Yeonjae happy. This was exactly what he’d wanted from Kang Seouk.

Afterward, Kang Yeonjae brought Kang Seouk out of the bathroom and sprayed water on his dirty legs and sand-covered feet. Then, he grabbed a mop, like one used for cleaning bathrooms, and wiped down Kang Seouk’s thighs and calves.

From that point, Kang Seouk couldn’t hold back and started cursing, but Kang Yeonjae didn’t react, just mentally noting it.

“All done. I’ll let you loose for a bit.”

After what was either cleaning or some kind of ritual, Kang Seouk was finally freed from the cangue. But his upper body, stuck in one position for two days, wasn’t about to cooperate. His back was so stiff he couldn’t bend or straighten it.

His legs could move somewhat, but the excruciating pain in his back left him breathless. When Kang Seouk instinctively tried to reach for his back with his hand cuff-bound hands, his eyes widened.

“…!”

What the hell just happened?

A vicious pain, worse than anything he’d felt before, overwhelmed him. A groan slipped from Kang Seouk’s lips, late and raw. Kang Yeonjae wasn’t much different.

Even as the aggressor, he exhaled shakily, gripping the black leather belt in his hand.

“Argh!”

The next moment, the belt’s buckle struck his skin hard.

“You seemed to handle the paddle well enough, so I brought something Father might be used to.”

That’s when Kang Seouk realized the earlier hits were child’s play. As Kang Yeonjae trampled his immobile waist and swung the belt again, the pain was so intense his neck muscles tensed.

“Stop, stop it!”

Each swing of the belt, wielded with the full force of a grown man, felt like it was tearing flesh off. Kang Seouk, twisting his barely responsive body, felt his eyelids flash white after consecutive hits to his thigh.

“One for not cleaning up, one for cursing, and, oh, one for trying to bite me. So, three for now.”

Three offenses.

But as the fourth, fifth, and sixth strikes landed, Kang Seouk let out a sound he’d never made in his life. Because he’d never felt pain like this. Born with a sturdy constitution, he’d never been to a hospital, never had an accident, never been seriously injured.

Never been punished by parents or teachers. But.

“Do you know how much you screwed up this week?”

“Go on, say you’re sorry.”

“Did I ask for that? You idiot, when I say that, you’re supposed to list what you did wrong.”

Kang Yeonjae hit him well.

The kid who never listened, kept making the same mistakes, and cried at the drop of a hat.

Kang Seouk had decided that the fastest, most effective way to correct him was with a beating, and that’s the method he’d chosen.

“…So, how about we start with just thirty hits?”

As a sense of déjà vu hit Kang Seouk, Kang Yeonjae’s shoe turned his body sideways. Suddenly lying on his back, Kang Seouk’s legs spread helplessly as Kang Yeonjae pressed down on his thigh.

His spine, locked up for two days, wouldn’t let him move.

“Ugh… hng, argh!”

Kang Seouk’s head snapped back as he screamed. This time, it was the tender inner thigh. And the strikes were creeping higher. Even in his daze, the thought of his groin being hit made Kang Seouk frantically cover himself.

“Haha! You’re hurting more than I expected.”

The moment Kang Yeonjae lifted his foot, Kang Seouk pulled his legs together, groaning. What a pathetic sight. If anyone saw, they’d think he was someone else who just happened to have Kang Seouk’s face.

“You know as well as I do, hitting you like this doesn’t feel good for me either. How could it? I didn’t plan to beat you this much after just two days… You could’ve rested without a single hit, right?”

Even through the pain, Kang Seouk’s eyes seemed to say, What kind of nonsense is that?

Kang Yeonjae laughed cheerfully. Then, with the tail of the belt, he struck Kang Seouk’s exposed testicles. Sixteen more to go, after all.

Naturally, Kang Seouk couldn’t even scream properly. About ten seconds later, a mangled sound leaked from his mouth.

Argh, ugh, guh—not sounds you’d expect from a cold, domineering man.

It made Kang Yeonjae want to hear more. Since the handcuffs were designed to pull toward the wall with a single button, Kang Yeonjae didn’t bother exerting himself and pulled out the remote control.

“Ah…!”

Before the pain could even fade, Kang Seouk was yanked by his hands, forced to crawl forward. Kang Yeonjae, trailing slowly behind, toyed with the belt in his hands and noticed a liquid staining his fingers.

It was urine. Upon closer inspection, there was a trail on the floor where Kang Seouk had wet himself.

“…….”

It was going to get dirty anyway, so maybe cleaning could wait. Since Kang Yeonjae himself had spiked the drink with a diuretic, he decided not to count this as a fault.

He stepped in front of Kang Seouk. Thankfully, Kang Seouk was still glaring at him fiercely. Though his legs were clamped tight, desperately protecting his groin, his eyes burned with murderous intent.

“Father, fifteen more to go.”

The title and the words that followed didn’t quite match.

“How about this? If you spread your legs nicely, I’ll only hit you lightly with the tip—”

Before he could finish, Kang Seouk spat at him. Despite the height difference, this time, unlike before, the spit landed squarely on Kang Yeonjae’s cheek. Slightly surprised, Kang Yeonjae blinked his long-lashed eyes before breaking into a soft smile.

“…Alright.”

He decided to add ten more strikes.

But Kang Yeonjae had never thought of himself as a sadist. Not once had he shown this side to anyone else, nor had he ever entertained such thoughts.

Yet, from the moment he confined Kang Seouk, Kang Yeonjae had naturally prepared the tools. He’d pulled a single black belt from his neatly organized dressing room and brought it here.

He’d often thought that Kang Seouk had a knack for choosing things that suited him perfectly.

The belt alone cost over a million won, with a plated buckle and leather made from a calf slaughtered before it was even a year old. Truly, an item befitting him.

Kang Yeonjae ran his hand over the leather’s surface for a moment before setting aside his musings. Instead of aiming between Kang Seouk’s desperately guarded legs, he targeted elsewhere.

“Ah, ugh! Damn it, ngh, aagh…!”

Pain wasn’t limited to one or two spots anyway. With Kang Seouk’s arms pinned to the wall, unable to move, he couldn’t even shield his bare chest. The blows rained down over the thin shirt covering his chest.

“You bastard, argh…! Hnngh!”

One, two, three, four—each strike made Kang Seouk flinch and curse, but by the thirteenth, he couldn’t even manage that. The overwhelming violence, where tears flowed before screams, shattered his defiant spirit like it was nothing.

From the start, Kang Yeonjae had aimed the belt solely at Kang Seouk’s nipples. Each time the leather snapped against the sensitive peaks, it felt like the skin might tear.

When Kang Seouk’s legs gave out from the shock of the pain, it was time for his balls or cock to take the brunt. The relentless strikes continued, stopping only after exactly twenty-five.

“…….”

Kang Yeonjae let out a slow breath, the heat rising from deep in his throat, and tossed the belt aside.

If the one doling out the punishment felt his shoulders ache, the one receiving it was practically mush. Kang Seouk’s handsome face was soaked with tears, and his lower half wasn’t much different.

His cock, red and swollen from the beating, hung limply, drenched in urine.

“Ugh, gotta wash him again…”

Clicking his tongue, Kang Yeonjae started to drag Kang Seouk to the bathroom but instead went to grab a hose.

Meanwhile, Kang Seouk struggled desperately to pull himself together, but even with his eyes open, his vision flickered wildly.

His consciousness kept cutting in and out.

When Kang Yeonjae returned with the hose, he paused at a portable storage box nearby. Clean clothes and underwear sat neatly on top.

Oh, right, he’d initially planned to dress him. For some reason, that made him chuckle. He’d brought them without thinking, though they’d probably come in handy. Grabbing just the underwear, Kang Yeonjae stood before Kang Seouk.

“…!”

Kang Seouk, who’d passed out, jolted awake as something was suddenly stuffed into his mouth. A pair of briefs was being shoved inside.

“It doesn’t all fit. Your mouth’s smaller than I thought.”

Kang Yeonjae pushed the fabric in until it nearly hit the back of Kang Seouk’s throat, then wrapped tape around his lips a couple of times.

As Kang Seouk gagged but couldn’t spit out the underwear, Kang Yeonjae, satisfied, sprayed water between his soiled legs.

“Nngh…!”

The strong jet of water hit already tender skin, making Kang Seouk thrash to escape, but it was futile—one flick of the wrist from the person above ended it. Kang Yeonjae silently watched Kang Seouk’s desperate struggles.

Then, he sprayed water on his face, wiping away the messy tear stains, and knelt to meet Kang Seouk’s eyes.

Though he couldn’t spit anymore, even if his mouth were free, he’d likely be too weak to try. Exhausted, Kang Seouk couldn’t even meet Kang Yeonjae’s gaze.

Fear might’ve made him avert his eyes… but that felt a bit disappointing. Kang Yeonjae’s gaze, lingering on his face, slowly drifted downward.

Kang Seouk’s body, meticulously maintained, had no trace of excess fat. His skin was like that of a thirty-something actor.

No matter how busy, he strictly adhered to sleep and exercise schedules, barely touched alcohol or tobacco, followed an obsessive diet, took six kinds of supplements daily under a doctor’s guidance, got VIP treatments every weekend, and indulged in luxury items befitting his status.

Oh, and those eight pills he took every few days.

Wrapped in all that, Kang Seouk always seemed outwardly perfect. Even those who despised him couldn’t deny his striking face.

But Kang Yeonjae liked this version so much more. Stripped bare, covered in welts, haggard from two days without proper food or sleep—this face was so lovable he could hardly stand it.

So, it was only natural that heat would pool below. As Kang Yeonjae’s eyes roamed over him, his dry mouth worked his tongue. He lightly gripped Kang Seouk’s chin.

Earlier, when his mouth was first gagged, he’d made muffled noises, but now, too worn out, he was silent.

“Father, snap out of it.”

“…….”