DE | Chapter 5.2

“…”

Lee Yeonhong seemed about to say something, his mouth opening and closing, but he was not yet in his right mind, so no sound came out. Joo Seonghyeok took the half-burned cigarette and lifted Lee Yeonhong’s shirt, lighting the cigarette near his navel. The sound of burning flesh hissed, yet he did not scream.

A creature accustomed to pain did not suffer from such trivial things. Instead, he twitched his fingers slowly, opening and closing his eyes. His purple eyes sparkled like gems.

“Yeonhong.”

“…Yes.”

Lee Yeonhong pushed his wet hair back and answered obediently. Joo Seonghyeok looked at the man, wondering what he was thinking, slowly lowering his head as if crawling into the ice.

He stared at Lee Yeonhong persistently. Checking for any cracks, newly sprouted branches, fierce waves in the eyeballs, words hidden in the mouth instead of death, little fairies trying to steal breath…

Joo Seonghyeok kept searching for something fictional. No, he was clearly searching for the past. Joo Seonghyeok leaned close to Lee Yeonhong, smelling him.

From the shoulder down, his lips slowly reached near the man’s thighs. It smelled like a child.

From there. It was Kotaro’s scent.

“Would you also like to save a child?”

Joo Seonghyeok glared at Lee Yeonhong as he spoke. The man’s white pupils were sharply narrowed, staring at Lee Yeonhong. Perfect teeth, a bright red tongue, and the mucous membrane inside the mouth visible next to a cheek marked with a scar.

The thick smell of cigarettes wafted. He had smoked chain-smokingly, more pungent than a camel. Lee Yeonhong smiled, lifting the corners of his mouth.

“It seems you have already decided that, Mr. Joo Seonghyeok.”

“…”

“I do not think you would change your decision based on my opinion.”

“Do you know what I am thinking?”

“You are seeing your own childhood in Kotaro, Mr. Joo Seonghyeok.”

Lee Yeonhong gently stroked Joo Seonghyeok’s hair from behind.

“How nice it would have been if someone had taken my side like this. What if I had parents? What if I had not walked this path, would things have changed?”

Lee Yeonhong smiled somewhat lovingly. Joo Seonghyeok blankly stared at his face. His light platinum hair and purple eyes were mystical, and his soft, pinkish skin was unscarred.

The man who shone particularly brightly could have been called an angel, not a monster. And he was a man driven by a breeding instinct, engaging in rough mating.

He was also immortal. A creature that would not die, even if stabbed with a knife or shot with a gun.

Joo Seonghyeok felt a kind of awe toward him. His lips trembled uncontrollably. Unable to hold back the rising corners of his mouth, Joo Seonghyeok slowly sank into Lee Yeonhong’s embrace. The drowned man hugged Lee Yeonhong tightly. Lee Yeonhong laughed out loud.

“Pitiful.”

“…”

“You are sad because you lost your friends. That is why you keep recalling your childhood, Mr. Joo Seonghyeok.”

Joo Seonghyeok held his breath and burrowed into Lee Yeonhong’s embrace. The chill from the man’s wet hair was palpable. Lee Yeonhong leaned back against the bathtub and exhaled.

“Shall I tell you an old story?”

“…Yes.”

“A very long time ago, a long time ago.”

Lee Yeonhong’s eyes were hazy as he looked at the ceiling light.

“There was a monster.”

***

Many insects flew around. They clustered like fruit flies tangled in food waste, bubbling sweetly. Then, a bubble burst forth. A certain rat, drawn by the smell, approached and was devoured in an instant.

Soon, it became a small rat. Even as a rat, it did not know how to move. It wriggled strangely and was eaten by a cat. Rolling around inside the cat’s stomach, it began to control the beast’s brain.

People saw the cat with abnormal movements and foaming at the mouth, declaring it a diseased animal, and hacked it to death, throwing it in the trash.

A crow picked it up.

Now it had become a crow. It could fly in the sky. However, not knowing how to fly properly, the crow only moved in little hops and was swallowed by a more agile animal.

Now it had become a large beast that could stretch its four long legs and hunt. And it was caught by hunters. The hunters skinned it, gouged out its eyes for trophies, and took the meat after removing the head for taxidermy and extracting the organs.

Among them, a hunter who ate the brain had an easy time being infiltrated.

The news that Joewell’s eldest son had gone mad spread quickly. The eldest son ate raw meat, did not recognize his family, and was curious about the inside of his wife’s intestines.

But people blamed the madness on the wife. The eldest son’s wife was accused of being a witch and burned at the stake. And the eldest son clapped his hands and enjoyed watching people burn to death.

Joewell, convinced that his son was possessed by something strange, entrusted him to a priest.

From the very beginning, the priest started teaching him everything, little by little. How to walk, how to talk, how to breathe, how to blink, how to be kind to others, how to act sweetly, how to love…

The eldest son became a perfectly fine human and returned to Joewell. But there was a big problem. The eldest son’s body was no longer human.

The eldest son, who had not learned how to swim, played with children and drowned. During his funeral, people were shocked that he had come back to life.

They thought the eldest son was being controlled by his dead wife, a minion of a witch. So, the eldest son was put to the stake.

Unfortunately, the priest had forgotten something. He had not taught the eldest son not to eat people.

The limbs of the eldest son split, and the teeth on his tentacles mercilessly devoured people. His form merged with many people, writhing like a mass of flesh.

The creature that ate all the village’s children and even objects made strange noises and reached the church. The priest murmured as he saw him.

“Oh, my God.”

God? Was that a call to himself?

Suddenly, he looked at a painting behind the priest. A beautiful angel with platinum hair and purple eyes was coming down to save everyone.

He slowly changed his form to match the painting. Bones clicked into place, and the shape altered with crackling noises. The priest watched this miracle before his eyes.

“Oh.”

The priest bowed and exclaimed.

“Gabriel.”

Gabriel liked his name. So he decided to spare the priest.

Gabriel traveled with the priest, spreading miracles to those who did not believe in God. People who threw stones at the priest, telling him not to talk nonsense, changed their attitude immediately when they saw the miracles Gabriel performed.

The priest cut pieces from Gabriel’s body to feed the hungry. Gabriel regenerated very quickly. People called him an angel.

“Mr. Joo Seonghyeok, do I look like an angel to you?”

Joo Seonghyeok, nestled in Lee Yeonhong’s arms, felt a chill down his spine and slowly shook his head. Then Lee Yeonhong laughed loudly, amused.

“Why, do you not think so?”

“You are a monster.”

“Mr. Joo Seonghyeok has no faith in God.”

“What kind of angel eats people and wears their skin?”

“I just lived by my instincts.”

“Angels do not eat people.”

“Do you believe in angels?”

“At least that is what is written in the Bible.”

“Have you read the Bible?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I once believed in God.”

“Ha ha ha!”

Lee Yeonhong laughed loudly, looking down at Joo Seonghyeok.

“You, believed in God?”

“Is it funny?”

“It is hilariously funny.”

“Do not pretend to be human.”

Joo Seonghyeok got up. The bathroom floor was wet.

“Know what? I will kill you.”

“I could kill Mr. Joo Seonghyeok anytime now. But do you know why I do not?”

Lee Yeonhong licked his lips and whispered.

“Because I cannot live without seeing Mr. Joo Seonghyeok anymore.”

Joo Seonghyeok’s face flushed with shame. He gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply, ignoring the man as he tried to leave the bathroom.

“That is why I am helping Mr. Joo Seonghyeok now.”

“Once this is over, you are unnecessary.”

“Not really. You will need me.”

Lee Yeonhong smiled, squinting his eyes.

“You need me to be around.”

Joo Seonghyeok glanced at Lee Yeonhong and then slammed the door shut as he left.

Lee Yeonhong exhaled lazily, sitting on the floor as he undid his pants buckle.

His appearance was as beautiful as his manhood, disgustingly erect. He rubbed the leaking pre-cum from his glans and moaned, then shook the pillar outright. He trembled as he frantically rubbed his dick, wanting to shove it right into Joo Seonghyeok’s pussy hole.

After stretching the elastic pussy flesh with his hands and tasting the wet bodily fluids, he wanted to wreak havoc inside the cunt, ruthlessly raping the man’s insides until a uterus formed, ejaculating seed.

And he wanted to bite into the swollen breast flesh, demanding why no milk came out while pulling on a piercing to make him scream. He was desperate to see Joo Seonghyeok turn his eyes inside out, shivering as he sucked on his breast.

Just when he seemed to reach climax, the bathroom door banged open again. There stood Joo Seonghyeok, his face flushed red, clutching his stomach and staggering.

He had seen Lee Yeonhong masturbating and his eyes widened in shock, then clenched his teeth and screamed.

“What have you done to my body?”

“Ha…”

“Fuck you, answer me? What did you do, huh, ugh…”

Joo Seonghyeok’s belly was visibly swelling. The man looked down in horror. He staggered inside, lifted the toilet lid, and retched. But there was nothing to come out.

Suddenly, Joo Seonghyeok remembered something egg-like that Lee Yeonhong had fed him.

Eggs.

He turned to look at Lee Yeonhong, but no one was in the spot where the man had just sat. Before he could react to a noise behind him, his hair was pulled.

Joo Seonghyeok grunted lowly as he struggled, and in an instant, his pants and underwear were pulled down. Something round and viscous pushed inside his backside.

“Ugh, what! Ah!”

Joo Seonghyeok realized something was lodged inside him. Something round, hard, yet viscous. He shivered, reaching blindly behind to grab Lee Yeonhong’s clothes.

“Is it time for it to come out already…”

“What is coming out, ah!”

The tip of a finger poked the surface of the egg. Joo Seonghyeok turned in fear and dread to look back. Lee Yeonhong carefully widened the fleshy walls.

Even then, his hole oozed sticky fluids like a cunt every time it was touched, and squelching sounds echoed. Joo Seonghyeok’s eyes popped. It seemed like pussy juice was streaming down between his thighs.

“What, what is this…”

“You need to lay the egg.”

“Fuck you! What have you done to my body, ah, ugh…”

“If it stays inside, it will hatch.”

“What?”

Joo Seonghyeok’s face paled. Hatch?

“What happens when it hatches?”

“It will rip through Mr. Joo Seonghyeok’s stomach.”

“This fucking…”

It was not a lie.

This was the first stage of breeding for a creature like Lee Yeonhong, implanting eggs in the host. Although it would take about 100 days to hatch, giving no need to rush, Lee Yeonhong did not tell Joo Seonghyeok that.

More than anything, Lee Yeonhong’s aim was not to hatch the eggs. He had often hatched eggs before, but they were generally senseless, greedily consuming humans and oozing strange noises and black fluid. Thus, Lee Yeonhong had long studied a way to reproduce using another being.

First, he implanted the eggs, then modified the host’s body. After extracting the eggs, he used the transformed body to endlessly inject pleasure.

However, during this process, most subjects died. No woman could endure the brutal actions of Lee Yeonhong, and men did not possess a uterus.

But then Joo Seonghyeok appeared before such Lee Yeonhong.

A male with a pussy, though lacking a uterus, was a sufficient subject for seeding.