GHS | Chapter 1.2

The conversation that followed was exactly what Kang Yeonjae expected. People would come looking for him, this was a crime, stop it right now—typical, predictable stuff from someone like Kang Seouk.

Kang Yeonjae responded in a slightly disappointed tone.

“Already trying to negotiate? What’s next, depression?”

Kang Seouk was too stunned to reply. Kang Yeonjae glanced at the items he’d prepared nearby and shrugged.

“Well… you’re moving fast, as expected, Father. Alright.”

“Yeon—”

Before he could finish, a sharp slap rang out. It took a moment for Kang Seouk to realize, through the stinging pain, that it was the sound of Kang Yeonjae’s hand striking his backside.

This crazy son of his had just spanked his own father.

“Argh…!”

Before the shock could even fade, Kang Yeonjae did it again. His large hand struck the same spot. Kang Seouk yelled out curses, but it didn’t matter.

All he got in return was fingers digging hard into the struck area. As if trying to pierce the skin, Kang Yeonjae kneaded the flesh, then yanked down Kang Seouk’s pants and underwear in one swift motion.

“You bastard! Have you lost your mind? You, you—damn it!”

Kang Seouk was so flustered that even his usual curses came out jumbled. Kang Yeonjae felt a twinge of disappointment but ran his hands over the now-exposed body with satisfaction.

One side, untouched, was still pale and smooth, while the other was red and burning hot. When he gripped it hard, as if to crush it, he could feel the firm flesh pushing back against his fingertips.

He briefly imagined squeezing it until it burst, then raised his hand again.

While Kang Yeonjae carried on, Kang Seouk kept cursing until his voice grew hoarse. They say the greatest pain for a parent is losing a child, but threats of killing him poured out effortlessly.

Kang Yeonjae, who’d heard all sorts of violent threats before, wasn’t fazed. He was just starting to feel like trying something else.

The first thing he picked up was a wooden paddle. He ran his fingers along its hard, flat edge, then raised it high and brought it down with a swift thwack.

“Damn it, ugh!”

The impact from the tool was on a whole different level from a hand. Kang Seouk’s backside trembled violently.

His knees buckled as if the strength had drained from his legs, and when another blow landed, his lower body jolted upward.

From then on, the strikes came relentlessly, with no pause for the pain to subside. It wasn’t just his backside—his thighs got no mercy either.

By this point, even Kang Seouk’s furious shouting began to quiet down. He could feel it in his skin: the more he resisted, the harder the blows came.

And when he strained to listen, he could hear Kang Yeonjae’s excited, feverish breathing behind him.

The more he hit Kang Seouk, the more Kang Yeonjae’s excitement grew—especially when the resistance intensified. It wasn’t just his face burning; his neck, his chest, everything felt hot.

“Father.”

“…….”

When Kang Yeonjae poked the tense, gathered flesh of Kang Seouk’s backside with the edge of the cangue, Kang Seouk thrashed, bending at the waist. But his mouth stayed shut.

“No more cursing?”

His voice trembled slightly. Kang Yeonjae was so overwhelmed with exhilaration that he felt a faint ache in his stomach. Slowing his ragged breathing, he set the paddle down.

His eyes fell on the now fully reddened backside and thighs. Those legs, usually hidden by tailored suit pants, looked so different like this—and he liked it.

So, naturally, he wanted to see more. All he had to do was press a button on the remote control he held. The ankle cuff around Kang Seouk’s ankles pulled apart from both sides.

Caught off guard, his thighs spread along with them, and Kang Yeonjae slid a bar with grips between them to hold his legs in place.

When Kang Seouk tried to close his legs, he flinched and spread them wider, as if needles were pricking his inner thighs, sending sharp pain with every attempt.

With no resistance, Kang Yeonjae’s hand reached between Kang Seouk’s legs.

Grabbing the limp organ and pulling it toward himself, he said, almost surprised,

“Not that big, huh? I could hold it all in one hand.”

The insults didn’t stop there. Kang Yeonjae toyed with Kang Seouk’s organ, gripping and shaking it while evaluating it meticulously.

He commented on how the color was oddly pale, how much difference there was between the tip and the shaft, and then pulled out a measuring tape to take its dimensions.

Kang Seouk was forced to learn that his organ, pre-erection, measured 15.1 cm in length, with a 3.5 cm tip and a 14.3 cm circumference.

“Gotta jot this down. Might come in handy later… Hang on a sec.”

Every word sent Kang Seouk’s mind reeling.

Was he really hearing this from his own son? His backside still stung from the beating, but the shock of these words hit differently.

After finishing his notes, Kang Yeonjae slipped on a pair of latex gloves.

Kang Seouk, already tense from not knowing what was coming next, widened his eyes at the sudden, unpleasant sensation in a place he hadn’t even imagined.

Kang Yeonjae brought the tip of a tube of gel to Kang Seouk’s entrance and began squeezing it out. Kang Seouk twisted his hips immediately, but as the sticky liquid seeped inside, his face went deathly pale.

“You bastard…!”

“What? Come on, father, you shouldn’t talk like that.”

Kang Yeonjae burst out laughing. If he was a bastard, didn’t that make his father one too? But Kang Seouk was too far gone to care about the logic, thrashing despite the needles scratching and stabbing his thighs.

He’d endured the beating quietly, maybe waiting for a chance to strike back, but having that touched was too much to bear.

“Then just stay like this for a bit.”

Kang Yeonjae wasn’t in the mood to tame his father’s venomous outburst. Waiting for him to calm down, he gave Kang Seouk’s backside a couple of light, encouraging pats before moving to his face.

Kang Seouk, still panting heavily, spat at him, but it didn’t even come close. Looking at the spit mark on the floor, Kang Yeonjae smiled as usual.

“I’ll be back in two days. By then, this floor’s gonna be a mess. Cleaning it up will be a hassle.”

A new emotion flickered across the face of the man glaring as if he’d tear Kang Yeonjae apart.

Bewilderment.

And a faint trace of fear.

Satisfied, Kang Yeonjae gave a slight bow, just like he always did when leaving Kang Seouk’s office.

“I’ll head out first, then.”

***

It was exactly 49 hours later when Kang Yeonjae returned to the basement where Kang Seouk was locked up. During that time, Kang Yeonjae had been as busy as usual, with a ton of things to do. So, he’d momentarily forgotten about Kang Seouk until an alarm reminded him.

Oh, right. I locked Father in the basement.

Only then did he hurry down here. When he opened the door, though…

“Wow, it’s filthy.”

Kang Yeonjae genuinely marveled. It wasn’t exactly surprising. They say an adult urinates about five times a day. And…

“You held it in, huh? That couldn’t have been easy.”

There wasn’t anything messier than that. As he approached Kang Seouk’s face, the man, pale and struggling to breathe, just panted heavily. He’d been left in an uncomfortable position for two days, without food or even a sip of water.

On the verge of collapse, his gaze was oddly unfocused. The venom in his eyes had completely drained, no question about it.

“…”

Somehow, it was disappointing. Just two days?

Kang Yeonjae, who’d been expecting… something more, absentmindedly opened the cap of an ion drink and flinched, stepping back. Kang Seouk, who he thought was out of it, had suddenly lunged to bite his thigh.

Stumbling back a couple of steps, Kang Yeonjae blinked rapidly in a panic. Just moments ago, Kang Seouk had been limp, practically half-dead, but now he was glaring, grinding his teeth furiously.

Seeing him hiss through those white, perfect teeth, Kang Yeonjae realized that if he’d been bitten, a chunk of flesh might’ve been torn off.

No matter how hard he’d tried to pull away, hit, or shake him off, Kang Seouk wouldn’t have let go.

The imagined pain naturally connected to the pain Kang Seouk had inflicted before. Since that was the only kind of pain Kang Yeonjae knew, he unconsciously rubbed his unscathed thigh a few times and chuckled.

A shallow fear mixed with a spreading sense of satisfaction. After catching his breath, Kang Yeonjae opened the ion drink again and tilted it near Kang Seouk’s lips.

Parched to the point of death, Kang Seouk drank without hesitation. He kept thinking that strength was the most important thing. He’d wait for an opportunity but conserve his energy until then.

Just like before, Kang Yeonjae would surely show a moment of weakness. When that happened, it wouldn’t be a thigh—he’d bite his neck or anywhere else.

That’s how Kang Seouk had endured these two days. But when Kang Yeonjae grabbed the cangue and started pulling, his entire body screamed in protest.

He could writhe, sure, but being stuck in one position for so long made every moment pure agony. Being forced to move now felt like his spine was snapping.

Even so, Kang Seouk tried to take in the basement’s layout with his eyes. The cangue seemed connected to the ceiling somewhere, but there wasn’t much else to see. One iron door to the outside, one glass door, and…

A sack?

“Come on, this way.”

While Kang Seouk was puzzled, he was dragged further by Kang Yeonjae. Near the glass door, he propped himself up on shaky legs, his lower body barely holding him.

He desperately wanted out of this position. Cold sweat poured down.

To make matters worse, not long after drinking the ion drink, he felt the urge to pee again. Without thinking, Kang Seouk tightened his thighs together, silently groaning.

He’d already given up on holding it in, but at least he’d done it when Kang Yeonjae wasn’t watching.

…The question that had been circling endlessly for two days popped up again.

Just how far was Kang Yeonjae planning to take this? Left alone, his anxiety had spiraled, making him imagine every possible scenario.

Naturally, he’d thought about being raped.

This was the guy who’d stripped his pants, measured his penis, and beaten his ass raw.

How dare he. To me. His own Father.

He’d thought Kang Yeonjae was a bit dim, but not this level of unhinged lunatic. Even as a kid, he Kang Yeonjae had always been a little slow at whatever he was told to do—

“…!”

Startled by an unfamiliar texture under his feet, Kang Seouk glanced down. Sand. But not just any sand. Since he couldn’t see clearly, he hid his confusion and looked at the mirror covering one wall.

In a corner of the bathroom, there was a 30cm partition filled with sand.

“…Hah.”

A leaking sigh escaped Kang Seouk’s lips as he spotted the sack leaning against the wall, as if flaunting itself. Cat litter sand.

“You’ll be doing your business here from now on.”

“…”

“Pee nicely and cover it up with the sand.”