DE | Chapter 5.4

Joo Seonghyeok murmured fearfully. Lee Yeonhong thought humans were truly interesting and fresh creatures. A person who would not flinch at the death or killing of his kind was now completely losing his sanity over the fear of pregnancy. Perhaps Joo Seonghyeok had always harbored a disgust for pregnancy.

Well, his body did have a vagina, unusual for a man, so he might have thought it possible to have a uterus. However, unfortunately for Joo Seonghyeok, his body did not have one, although Lee Yeonhong planned to create one. Continuing to apply pressure below to push out the egg, Joo Seonghyeok eventually collapsed weakly. His vagina clenched around Lee Yeonhong’s penis, reaching a climax induced by pleasure.

A puddle of semen formed on Joo Seonghyeok’s belly. It was uncertain if it was indeed semen. The man wore a dumb expression, weeping. Lee Yeonhong slowly thrusted inside him. Joo Seonghyeok was pushed toward the end of the bathtub.

Such Joo Seonghyeok, towering over six feet tall with a large build, was inappropriately spreading his legs wide and showcasing his lewdness. His shirt buttons were tightly fastened, but his clothes had rolled up, revealing his belly button. His penis was a bare white, and from the perineum to the backside, not a single hair could be seen. His hotly stretched legs were muscular and veiny. The man’s vagina was greedily swallowing Lee Yeonhong’s penis, and the semen slid over the perineum into the twitching backside, deliciously mixing with the egg trying to escape.

Caught up in that ecstatic

and grotesque spectacle, Lee Yeonhong momentarily lost his mind, staring at the man. Joo Seonghyeok, with his face flushed red, trembled and could not move a hand, just waiting for Lee Yeonhong’s mercy. How adorably lovely!

The sound of Lee Yeonhong’s patience snapping was heard.

“Ah, ah! Ah, ah! Stop, ah, I am coming again… ah…”

Joo Seonghyeok frantically shook his head and thrashed around. But Lee Yeonhong had no mercy. He ruthlessly thrust into the widely opened vagina, uncaring of the fluids splashing around, as Joo Seonghyeok’s screams filled the air. He arched his chest and stood rigid, his mouth agape. Even while this was happening, Lee Yeonhong chuckled lightly, looking at the half-emerged egg.

He brought his fingers together and flicked the egg inside Joo Seonghyeok like a marble. The egg was pushed deep inside, and Joo Seonghyeok, unable to believe it, soon flushed his face bright red and trembled violently, wetting himself.

“Is this what you meant by ‘wetting yourself’?”

“Uh, ah, ugh…”

“I thought, and I did not know.”

Lee Yeonhong fondled Joo Seonghyeok’s plump buttocks. Joo Seonghyeok, with his eyes tightly shut, could not say a word, only biting his lips as Lee Yeonhong whispered softly, mocking him.

“Mr. Joo Seonghyeok, what would be a good name for the child?”

“Fuck…”

“Surely it will be a very cute child, resembling Mr. Joo Seonghyeok.”

The force of the thrust made a small amount of fluid squirt from Joo Seonghyeok’s urethra. Joo Seonghyeok, with a stupid look on his bright red face, nodded his head absently, not even knowing what he was agreeing to. As he dribbled urine mixed with the smell of waste below, he shuddered as Lee Yeonhong continued to thrust into him. His body shook everywhere, his lean back and plump buttocks trembled.

A cloudy fluid dripped from Joo Seonghyeok’s erect penis, pooling in his belly button. Lee Yeonhong watched it and felt an even greater thirst before it had even subsided. He lifted the egg and presented it in front of Joo Seonghyeok. Joo Seonghyeok looked at the green egg with blurry eyes.

“This is the egg Mr. Joo Seonghyeok gave birth to.”

“…uh, me?”

“Yes.”

Lee Yeonhong pressed against Joo Seonghyeok’s perineum, flushed with exertion. The man screamed in ecstasy and clung to Lee Yeonhong. Lee Yeonhong slowly withdrew his penis from him, semen and vaginal fluids clinging to it, and began to gently press the egg back into Joo Seonghyeok’s vagina.

“What are you doing… ah!”

His fingers were wet. Thick green fluid flowed down, embedding the egg deep inside Joo Seonghyeok’s front vagina. Lee Yeonhong pushed his wrist along with the egg effortlessly into the interior, and Joo Seonghyeok, unbelieving that his hand and egg were buried inside him, shivered violently. He jerked in agony from the pressure of the organs being pushed upward. He should have fled, but his muscles felt as if they had melted away, unable to even bend a fingertip.

And then Lee Yeonhong grabbed the egg inside Joo Seonghyeok’s vagina and burst it with a snap!

“Ah, heuk…”

The explosion inside filled with liquid. Joo Seonghyeok slowly watched Lee Yeonhong withdraw his forearm from inside him, his eyes slowly closing. Lee Yeonhong’s face, with softly curved eyebrows and sparkling purple eyes, lifted the corners of his mouth, displaying a nearly angelic appearance with a beauty devoid of lewdness…

Joo Seonghyeok’s eyelashes fluttered briefly before his eyes gently closed.

***

I shall leave the item we agreed on over there.

“Thank you, old man.”

Thank me? Between us, what cannot be done? I just need a fair price.

“A fair price, huh.”

Yes.

I could hear Go Bongsan chuckling. Joo Seonghyeok felt a surge of disgust. This old geezer’s idea of a ‘fair price’ probably meant Lee Yeonhong. Considering his age, it was about time he stopped messing with the younger ones, but he was consistently nasty enough to make one nauseous.

How is our pretty boy doing?

Joo Seonghyeok wanted to explode and ask since when Lee Yeonhong had become ‘your’ pretty boy, but he held it back. And then he wondered, since when had he himself cared so much about Lee Yeonhong? He glanced subtly at Lee Yeonhong, who was sitting at a desk, folding paper. Yes, maybe selling him to this old man once the job was over would not be such a bad idea. Joo Seonghyeok ignored the twist in his gut and looked into the mirror.

“He is fine and dandy.”

What had the boss said when he had eyes like this slapped on him?

“You have the eyes of a dog.”

The boss wanted Joo Seonghyeok, Lee Kangpil, and Song Heemin to live as his loyal dogs, bowing their heads while pretending to be father-like figures. Joo Seonghyeok had accepted it, but the other two had not. Joo Seonghyeok closed his mismatched eyes and then opened them again. He fiddled with a scar on his cheek.

Why had those two just not succumbed to a more comfortable life? Surely if they had stayed passive, they would have been rewarded. Why did they have to act out? Joo Seonghyeok’s questions were relentless. He noticed an umbrella in the stand. It was a bright yellow one. He strode over, picked it up, and slung it over his shoulder.

The call ended soon after. He shoved his phone into his pocket and returned to the mirror, swinging the umbrella with all his might.

Crash! The mirror shattered with the sound, cracks running through it. Glass shards rained down and splinters flew. Looking at the cracked mirror, Joo Seonghyeok slowly exhaled. When he opened his eyes again, the figure in the broken mirror had changed. Lee Yeonhong was hugging him from behind, holding him gently.

“It is okay, I am not going anywhere.”

“…”

“I shall never leave your side, Joo Seonghyeok. I promise.”

Lee Yeonhong let go of his embrace, stepping on the glass shards barefoot as he moved in front of Joo Seonghyeok. Joo Seonghyeok kept staring at the mirror. Lee Yeonhong gently grabbed his chin and pressed his lips to Joo Seonghyeok’s slightly parted mouth.

Joo Seonghyeok bit Lee Yeonhong’s tongue.

“Ah.”

But instead of biting down hard as before, it was more like a tender nibble, and Lee Yeonhong smiled with his eyes. Joo Seonghyeok hugged Lee Yeonhong’s waist tightly and plundered the man’s mouth with his tongue. Lee Yeonhong’s warm fingers burrowed inside Joo Seonghyeok, caressing his toned abdomen. Joo Seonghyeok responded moderately at first, then abruptly kicked Lee Yeonhong in the stomach.

Thump. Lee Yeonhong slid down the cracked mirror to the floor. Joo Seonghyeok breathed roughly as he looked down at him. Blood trickled down from Lee Yeonhong’s head.

“Arrogant bastard, who the hell are you?”

“…Me?”

“Yes, who the hell are you to spew all that crap about promises?”

Despite the pain in his head, Lee Yeonhong crawled painfully across the floor towards Joo Seonghyeok. His knees and palms might have been pierced by glass shards, yet he did not scream but rubbed his face against Joo Seonghyeok’s feet.

“I am someone who loves you more than anything.”

“Fuck…”

“Please love me, my lord, my king.”

This guy must be crazy, no doubt about it, Joo Seonghyeok thought, shoving the man roughly away before leaving the room. Lee Yeonhong just watched his retreating figure.

“Let me go! I am going with Aito! I do not want to!”

“Why all this fuss?”

“Ah, that is because…”

Oh Hyeontaek was sweating as he shoved Kotaro into the car.

“This kid refuses to get in the car.”

“You yakuza! I am telling my dad!”

“Does not anyone here speak Japanese?”

“Unfortunately…”

“Fuck… bring Lee Yeonhong.”

Joo Seonghyeok spoke as if resigned, lighting a cigarette. Soon, the gang members dragged in Lee Yeonhong, who was grinning in his blood-soaked shirt, clearly out of his mind. Joo Seonghyeok slapped him hard across the face.

“Hey, act right.”

“Yes…”

Lee Yeonhong was also crammed into the back seat. The terrified child looked around until he was held by Lee Yeonhong, then he could not move. The child stayed put as Joo Seonghyeok grabbed his face.

“Ugh, ugh…”

“Do not worry, I shall not hurt you.”

“Stay still.”

“I am scared, I am scared…”

“It is okay, I shall not hurt you.”

Joo Seonghyeok, like a doctor, examined everything from the colour of Kotaro’s eyes to the size of his ears, and the shape of his fingers, and even had him open his mouth to check his teeth, then he moved back to Oh Hyeontaek. Oh Hyeontaek cursed Gobongsan as he dug vigorously, having buried the item deeply. Soon, they found an ice box. Oh Hyeontaek opened the box.

Inside were body parts that must have belonged to children about Kotaro’s age, haphazardly mixed together. They were not from living children but had been preserved with embalming fluid before being burned. This was possible because there was a mortician under Gobongsan. Joo Seonghyeok, grimacing at the foul smell, picked out pieces that looked as much like Kotaro’s as possible.

“Got everything?”

“Yes.”

“Let us bury it quickly and leave.”

“Why so squeamish?”

“Do you know what the scariest ghost is? It is the ghost of a child…”

“There is no such thing as ghosts, you fool.”

Suddenly, Joo Seonghyeok said this and looked at Lee Yeonhong, who was peacefully pointing out another tree to Kotaro so he could not see this way. Could this guy be considered a ghost, too? Joo Seonghyeok wondered.

There are monsters in the world, so why not ghosts?

“Ah, well, maybe they do exist.”

“What? Why are you saying that while I am burying this?”

Oh Hyeontaek was terrified. They reburied the ice box and walked down the mountain path. Kotaro, curious if the box Joo Seonghyeok carried had cookies, was told by Joo Seonghyeok to just put the kid to sleep, snapping irritably.

“Think raising a kid is easy?”

“Shut that kid up before I do it for you!”

“What do you know, yelling at me!”

“What?”

Oh Hyeontaek thought they sounded like a couple with a child, feeling irreverent as he drove. The noisy argument continued until Kotaro fell asleep. Finally, Oh Hyeontaek interjected.

“The kid is asleep, sleep!”

Then the car quieted down.