MCL Ch 2

When I came to, the sun had already risen. Without a phone or a clock, I had no way of knowing what time the man had choked me or how many hours I’d been unconscious.

The silver lining was that I felt refreshed, as if I’d slept deeply. I was less tired than when I worked like a slave at the errand center. Experiencing such leisure in the morning hadn’t happened once since I was eighteen.

What a bizarre life. It was absurdly ironic that only after being captured by a lunatic who might kill me at any moment could I greet an ordinary morning like others.

After a while, I got up and headed to the bathroom. This time, clothes were placed by the sink. They were casual loungewear, not much different from what I’d been wearing. Before stepping into the shower, I glanced at the mirror and froze. My neck was pristine.

I distinctly remembered the sensation of my throat being squeezed, yet the smooth skin showed not a single mark. How many necks must someone have choked to leave no trace like this? Perhaps because I didn’t resist much, the grip was lighter, but it was no less chilling.

I washed away the unsettling thoughts with cold water. After changing into the new clothes, I stepped into the hallway. There was one reason I left the room: I was starving to death. I was ready to beg for anything edible, even a shriveled carrot scrap.

As I reached the living room after the long hallway, I saw the man from the day before yesterday, Chae Beomjun, standing at the kitchen island bar, checking his phone. Before I could acknowledge him, he looked at me and greeted me.

“You look like you’re living the good life. Not your first time in a situation like this, huh? So relaxed. Just got out of prison or something?”

To be precise, it wasn’t a greeting. Glaring at his nonsense-spouting face, I opened my mouth.

“If I cry and make a fuss, will you let me go?”

“No way. Just saying you catch on quick. That’s good. Keep being sharp and stay on your toes. So, have you eaten?”

“There’s nothing… to eat unless you give me something…”

Chae Beomjun’s attitude toward me was utterly ordinary. He seemed like someone completely unaware that the boss he served was a cruel, perverse human being.

His thuggish way of speaking made him seem somewhat approachable. Even when Kim Jihoon had acted up, Chae Beomjun hadn’t flinched, just like the man, but perhaps because the man’s presence overshadowed him, he didn’t feel as intimidating. Seeing him frown like someone who forgot to feed their cat, I cautiously asked.

“Um… how long do I have to stay here?”

It was a question I couldn’t bring myself to ask the man. Chae Beomjun answered easily.

“That’s for the boss to decide, so I can’t say.”

Not very helpful. Was the man, the so-called boss, not home? Edging closer to Chae Beomjun, I asked something I was genuinely curious about.

“What happened… to Kim Jihoon?”

“Who’s that… Oh, the guy from the fortieth floor?”

Chae Beomjun, who’d been lazily swiping through messages on his phone, looked up and grinned. That smirk confirmed he wasn’t normal either. I stepped back, but he asked me.

“Sounds like you know him. In a bad way? Unless he’s the kind of enemy who killed your parents, it’s better for you not to know what happened to him. Use that sharpness now.”

Better not to know—his words sent a shiver down my spine. Wetting my dry lips, I looked away from him.

The urge to escape at the first opportunity was growing stronger. But how? A hulking figure I couldn’t possibly overpower guarded the door, and it was the only exit. Would they let me go if I begged to be released? If I admitted I was trapped here because of the boss, what would happen? It seemed more likely I’d get my head smashed by an angry man than be set free.

“You tried to leave yesterday, didn’t you?”

His timely words made me swallow hard, tensing up. Chae Beomjun rummaged through a bag on the floor, pulling out a tablet as he spoke.

“You’d better not try sneaking out. Unless you want to end up like the fortieth-floor guy.”

“Yes…”

It was a threat that made me shrink without needing specific words.

“Don’t talk to the guys outside, don’t pay them any attention, listen to the boss, and stay quietly in the house. It’s not hard.”

Chae Beomjun echoed the man’s words. The man who’d said it wasn’t hard and not to be scared had wrung semen from me that night with enough force to peel the skin off my penis. Nodding weakly, staring at my toes, Chae Beomjun tapped my head with the edge of the tablet. “You’re like a little brother,” he said, some nonsense that left me dumbfounded, but I didn’t show it. Then, suddenly, the tablet that had tapped my head was thrust in front of me.

“The address and card are registered, so order whatever you want to eat. If you need something that doesn’t deliver, message me on the app. It only has the delivery app and messenger, so don’t bother trying anything else. Got it?”

I looked up, startled by the unexpected offer. Order anything? Really? I’d assumed they’d give me dog food at best, but Chae Beomjun and the man’s treatment kept defying my expectations. A warm, spacious room, nice clothes I hadn’t worn in two years, and real food instead of triangle kimbap.

Eyes wide, I asked again.

“Can I really order anything?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Even pizza…?”

“If you want it. What, thought we’d feed you only dumplings like in Oldboy? Under the boss, you won’t go hungry, so don’t worry about limits and order whatever you like.”

What was I yesterday, starving all day? Though his words weren’t entirely trustworthy, I nodded. Standing there, staring at the tablet, Chae Beomjun led me to a stool at the island bar and sat me down. Saying he was busy and to handle my meals myself, he disappeared down the hallway.

Forgetting about escape for now, I decided to fill my stomach first and browsed the delivery app. Korean, Chinese, chicken, Western, fast food… I hadn’t ordered delivery with my own money in ages, so I was quietly excited. What should I eat? I was foolishly indulging in happy dilemmas when a hand gently stroked my hair, accompanied by an infinitely tender voice. It was the man.

“Did you sleep well without nightmares?”

Not something a guy who choked me unconscious for being noisy while crying should say. But I managed my expression and nodded.

“Yes. Did you… sleep well?”

“Listen to the boss,” Chae Beomjun’s words echoed, so I added the greeting, and a chuckle came with his reply.

“Yes, thanks to you.”

The hand stroking my hair slid down, briefly grasping my nape before letting go. I stole a glance at his retreating figure. He walked without making a sound. Opening the fridge, he took out a water bottle and downed a 500mL PET bottle in one go without pausing. His unkempt hair, loose sweater, and cotton pants in the same color as mine hugged his solid thighs.

In the daylight, I realized anew how massive he was compared to me. One wrong hit from that hand, and I might leave this world. I quietly turned my head. He grabbed a protein shake from the fridge, patted my head again, and headed to the living room. After confirming his presence had faded, I focused back on the delivery app.

After much deliberation, I chose bibim naengmyeon and steamed dumplings. I hesitated before hitting the order button. Was it okay to order just for myself? Since we were in the same space, shouldn’t I ask him? After thinking, I approached the man with the tablet. He was flipping through a tablet identical to mine, perhaps working, and looked up. A smile instantly spread across his previously blank face.

“What?”

“Um… the guy earlier said to order what I want with this, so I was wondering if you wanted anything…”

“Call that guy Manager Chae. Have you picked something, Heesoo?”

His gentle tone almost made me let my guard down. Reminding myself he was a lunatic who could snap at any moment, I handed him the tablet.

“This.”

He checked my order, tilted his head slightly, and nodded.

“Come here.”

He patted the spot beside him. Tensely, I rounded the sofa and approached. As I moved to sit where he pointed, he lightly pushed my shoulder and said,

“Lie down with your head on my lap.”

“…Yes.”

I tensed, wondering if he’d tell me to open my mouth and shove his penis in, but that didn’t happen. All he wanted was for me to lie quietly on his lap. Honestly, I was starting to wonder what he planned to do with me in this house.

Lying on his rock-hard thighs, his scent hit me. Sandalwood and musk, a familiar fragrance. As I inhaled it, he suddenly placed the tablet on my temple. Feeling like a human stand, I stiffened, and then his hand touched my side.

His large hand patted my stomach rhythmically. It felt strange, but only briefly. After a few minutes of patting, his hand slipped under my shirt. The sensation of skin on skin made my breath catch. I steadied my breathing to prevent the tablet from shaking and falling.

“Maybe because you’re young, your skin is soft.”

He muttered like a perverted old man, toying with my lower belly. Pinching and releasing my skin, his fingertips traced the curve of my ribs. Then, at one point, the fingers that seemed to move upward pinched my nipple.

“Ugh!”

His laughter followed my startled moan. Soon, like the day before yesterday, he began fondling my chest. Circling my small, unremarkable areola and rubbing my nipple, heat surged through me. I was mortified. I couldn’t understand why I felt pleasure there. Praying I wouldn’t get hard, I bit my tongue hard.

“Your nipples are small… Heesoo, you need to eat more.”

As if eating more would make a man’s chest grow. His nonsense confirmed he wasn’t entirely sane. Crazy bastard, I thought, closing my eyes tightly.

He could kill me anytime. Yet, when he called me Heesoo in that tender voice I’d never heard from anyone, my fear of him diluted. I worried that if my guard dropped, I’d make a mistake.

Don’t curse him, even in your head, Yoon Heesoo. When dealing with someone who holds your life, stay sharp. That’s how you’ll walk out of here on your own. Repeating this to myself, I endured his touch.

After a while, the bell rang. He removed the tablet, and I sprang up, heading to the entrance. A plastic bag was placed by the door, which I hadn’t noticed opening or closing. Carrying it to the island table, he said without looking at me,

“Eat well.”

“Thank you… for the meal.”

Though he couldn’t see, I bowed and unpacked. But something was missing. My dumplings. No dumplings. Thinking it was a mistake and planning to ask to call, I checked the order again.

Blinking twice, I saw the order sheet had no dumplings. I’d skipped extra noodles because of the dumplings. I was sure I’d included them… Then I remembered he’d finalized the payment, not me.

“…”

Telling me to eat more, what a cheap, filthy bastard. I barely swallowed the words rising to my throat.

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What am I doing here?

After eating and wandering the house like a walk, the thought hit me. The man hadn’t returned for days, nor had Chae Beomjun. In the vast, desolate house, all I did was order three meals a day, watch Netflix, and order cake or desserts from a café when I felt peckish.

As time passed, my tension eased, and questions surged. I wasn’t a pig, so why was he feeding and housing me so well? Human trafficking? Organ trade? Even the wildest scenarios didn’t make sense. Most would’ve sold me off already.

Or… like the witch in Hansel and Gretel, was he fattening me up to eat me? Maybe his sexual preference leaned toward someone plumper. His comment about eating more didn’t seem entirely baseless.

Was he gay, then? Was my face his type? I knew there were plenty of perverts out there, but I never dreamed of a disciplined lunatic who’d lock someone up and fatten them to assault them.

Lost in these thoughts, I felt the time was right and ran to the entrance. Grabbing the doorknob and waiting, I opened the door the moment the bell rang.

“Hello.”

“…”

If the only exit was guarded by a human, not a machine, I had to try befriending them. Chae Beomjun told me not to engage with the guards, but as long as I didn’t try to leave, it didn’t seem like words would get back. It wasn’t easy, though. The towering man I’d nicknamed Two-Meters ignored my greetings, offered three or four times daily.

Two-Meters handed me a bag with my coffee and dessert. As he moved to close the door, I wedged my foot in.

“Wait, please take this. It’s cold out, and you’re working hard because of me.”

I quickly pulled out a coffee and a packed macaron. Forcing a smile, Two-Meters twitched his eyebrow and looked down at me. Was he angry? His blank face gave no clues. Hiding my pounding heart, I deepened my smile. Scowling, he kicked my foot back and slammed the door. Another failure, but I wasn’t too disappointed. I just hoped it wouldn’t reach Chae Beomjun or the man as I returned to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, I turned on Netflix, pulling out an Americano and cookies. Biting into a s’mores cookie and sipping coffee felt like heaven.

My plan to befriend Two-Meters and escape during a lapse hadn’t progressed, but since it was beyond my control, I decided not to cling to it.

From facing misfortunes disguised as bad luck, I’d learned that problems beyond my control were best abandoned early or approached with failure in mind. Just as I couldn’t stop the sun from rising and setting, I’d learned not to expect anything from things I couldn’t influence. Growing> It was my survival tactic, honed growing up under neglectful parents.

Luckily, I adapted quickly to change. For now, I’d focus on what I could do in this house: occasionally speaking to Two-Meters and, as Chae Beomjun said, listening to the man and staying quiet. If things changed, I might make different choices, but for now, that was it.

That evening, as I cleaned the table after dinner, the doorbell rang. No more food was due, so I went to check, and the moment I reached the entrance, the door opened, and the man stepped in. Our eyes met, and a smile spread across his previously blank face.

“Good boy, coming to greet me.”

Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, he took off his shoes. In early January, wearing just a thick coat over a crisp suit, he exuded a cool aura, like winter itself. I didn’t bother correcting his misconception and bowed.

“Welcome back.”

Saying it myself, it felt embarrassingly like welcoming a husband home. Worried he’d find it odd, I relaxed when I saw he genuinely seemed to want me to be docile and well-behaved. Facing his smile, I stepped aside, but the door opened again. Chae Beomjun, entering next, saw me standing demurely and pursed his lips, clearly suppressing a laugh.

That soured my mood. My efforts to survive felt mocked, and humiliation surged. Ignoring the annoying guy, I followed the man inside. I couldn’t follow him to his room, so I pretended to drink water in the kitchen to part ways. Chae Beomjun, coming in behind, placed a briefcase on the island bar and spoke to me.

“In just a few days, you’ve become the boss’s puppy. No time for training, but seems it’s in your nature.”

Politeness didn’t always mean respect. Chae Beomjun had a knack for saying infuriating things. I wanted to retort that I just wanted to survive, but fearing more would slip out, I clamped my mouth shut. He grinned, amused, and kept prodding.

“Ignoring me… Either fearless or just cunning, knowing who to cozy up to.”

“…I didn’t know how to respond.”

“You can say what you want. Your face screams, ‘Look at this asshole’s attitude,’ doesn’t it?”

Did you need that kind of perceptiveness to work under a lunatic who randomly killed people? Yet, Chae Beomjun wasn’t offended by reading my thoughts.

He was an odd guy. Talking to him unknowingly lowered my guard, and his casual demeanor made it hard to see him as dangerous.

“That’s not it.”

I couldn’t forget he was just like the man. Vowing not to slip up with Chae Beomjun, I shook my head.

“For someone saying it’s not, your reply’s awfully slow.”

Laughing as if it were hilarious, Chae Beomjun’s expression shifted at a loud bang, and he turned. It was dramatic, like an actor’s change. Following his gaze, I saw the man standing by his room’s doorkPatricia’s door, usually silent, had made a loud noise. Was a window open?

Expressionless, the man glanced at me and Chae Beomjun, lightly gesturing toward the sofa’s table. Chae Beomjun grabbed the briefcase from the bar and whispered to me to follow. I trailed him to the living room.

“Sit.”

The man took the single sofa at the head, offering me the seat beside him. I thought Chae Beomjun should sit there, but he stood by the man’s side.

The briefcase and the atmosphere suggested serious talk. Tensing, I clenched and unclenched my fists on my pants. Chae Beomjun, rummaging through the bag, pulled out papers and began reading in a clear voice.

“Name, Yoon Heesoo. Age, twenty, nineteen by law. Registered address in Cheongdam-dong, but actually resides in a semi-dorm. Attended Sacheon Education Foundation schools from kindergarten to high school but was expelled two years ago at eighteen for assaulting a classmate, Kim Jihoon…”

The flowing details of my life left me speechless. Staring blankly at Chae Beomjun, I noticed the man’s face subtly shift. Assault? My cheeks burned as I silently questioned.

Kim Jihoon, who’d pestered me since childhood, changed after my father’s company collapsed. He and his friends beat and harassed me, and later, hearing rumors about my mother’s affairs with hosts, he crossed a line, saying I was born to a whore and her bastard, destined to sell my body.

I couldn’t hold back that day and hit him. The teacher tried to contact my mother, but she was unreachable. That was the day she abandoned me.

The school violence committee convened and closed quickly. With no one to defend me, expulsion took less than a week. Learning I had no guardians left, Kim Jihoon flipped again.

“I was harsh. I thought we were friends, but I was mad you didn’t tell me about your family’s situation. Forgive me, Heesoo. Don’t you need money? My uncle runs an errand center. Want to work there? You ride a motorcycle well. It’s not hard.”

I thought he genuinely cared. Naively, I let my guard down and signed a contract with him, unaware it was a slave contract in disguise.

But then and now, knowing it was a shadow contract, I had no options. Unsure if it was legally binding, I started working, later enduring beatings from the boss’s thugs to survive.

Recently, I’d been paying off my mother’s loan debts and saving what was left. The boss’s wide connections made escaping domestically impossible, so I planned to flee overseas when I could. That seemed ruined now.

“…Also, Yoon Heesoo took out a loan of 280 million won from Shinsa Capital on January 2nd, the day he became an adult.”

Chae Beomjun, reciting my short life story, suddenly spouted nonsense. 280 million won?

“What…?”

In disbelief, I questioned, and Chae Beomjun frowned, flipping through the papers. The sound of pages turning felt unreal. What had I just heard? Dazed, doubting my ears, the man, sitting with legs crossed, spoke.

“Were you paying off a debt?”

His calm voice pulled me back to reality. Stammering, I explained what I knew.

“My mother… used me as a guarantor and left, so I was paying it off… Shinsa Capital is right, but it’s not 280 million. It’s not, it wasn’t that much…”

Since I was a minor, it wasn’t legally binding, but I paid because they’d beat me if I didn’t. Panicking and muttering, Chae Beomjun continued.

“Minors can’t usually take loans, but some unscrupulous types get parental consent to process loans early, then formalize them when the person turns adult, fudging documents. It seems one of your parents did that, and it’s nasty. Most don’t do that to their own kid.”

I had no time to care about insults to my mother. 280 million won—how could I possibly repay that? Stunned by the astronomical sum, Chae Beomjun’s words hit me.

“The loan date, January 2nd, was the day before yesterday, and I was here then. That means I have an alibi that I didn’t apply for it, so maybe, somehow, it can be canceled…”

“That’s tricky.”

Chae Beomjun firmly shook his head at my rambling. My heart sank. Why? I was locked in that room that day. You know that. You even scolded me for trying to leave.

“Why… Just say something for me…”

Pleading with Chae Beomjun, the man’s cool voice cut in.

“That’s impossible. You weren’t in this house that day.”

His words ignited a surge of anger. Damn it, who’s the one keeping me locked up here?

“What does that… I was definitely here!”

My insides boiled with frustration. As my voice rose, the man looked directly at me and spoke again.

“Heesoo, you don’t exist anywhere right now. No one knows you’re in this house. So… you can’t prove you didn’t take out the loan. Don’t you understand?”

Biting my trembling lips, I lowered my head. I understood all too well. But I couldn’t stop the anger rising toward this man who, with his gentle voice, condoned such injustice. He had no obligation to take responsibility for the crimes committed by that woman and those shameless people, but helping me wouldn’t have been difficult…

Along with that resentment, the thought surged that even feeling this way was a luxury given my situation. Why was I blaming him when it was all my own stupidity? I was trying to redirect my anger toward myself when Chae Beomjun spoke.

“Anyway, since the boss took over that debt, you don’t need to worry about it too much.”

Once again, his words didn’t sink in easily. What? Thinking I’d misheard, I lifted my head. The man, leaning comfortably on the sofa, was smiling at me. As I stared blankly at that now-familiar smile, he leaned forward, gently stroking my cheek, and whispered.

“Do you understand now? Yoon Heesoo, you owe me… a lot.”

His cautious touch, as if petting a young animal, felt like it was carving into my skin wherever it passed. The responsibility being placed on me was immensely heavy.

What value did I even have? I couldn’t comprehend it. Since no one knew he was keeping me here, if he got bored, he could dispose of me without anyone noticing. So why? Even selling my organs wouldn’t fetch 280 million won, so why would he do this? I truly couldn’t grasp his actions.

After the debt discussion ended, the man patted my backside, saying, “Let’s sleep early tonight, little one,” and sent me to my room. Inside, I clutched my head, overwhelmed by shock and confusion, but no answers came even as time passed. Could he have fallen for me at first sight? Unless it was some absurd plot like that, I couldn’t fathom why he’d go to such lengths.

Everything was shrouded in mystery. Since there was no justifiable reason for the things given to me, this life felt like a shiny but hollow fruit. One that might contain an unknown poison…

Lost in thought about his intentions, I sat on the bed for a long time before heading to the bathroom. After showering with scalding water, I glanced at the mirror. My cheeks were flushed red… I stared for a moment, then rubbed the surface with my wet hand.

Since my expulsion, Kim Jihoon had hurled vulgar insults at me whenever we met. Your face looks like it was made to suck dick, can’t you give me one go? I’ll talk to my uncle to cut your hours. I want to cum in your eyes, Yoon Heesoo, just looking at you makes my dick explode, it’s because you look like a whore, you’ll spend your life spreading your ass, huh? You’re destined to die sucking cock, and I’ll make sure of it.

For two years, those words seared into my mind, making me dislike my own face. A cheap face, a slutty face, a cum-dump face, as Kim Jihoon put it.

Perhaps he had some foresight. Here I was, captured by this man, living like this…

Mocking myself, I left the bathroom. The steam was suffocating, and my throat was parched from the hot water. The water bottle by the window was empty, so I opened the door to get more. I felt self-conscious about going back and forth, so I planned to grab a few bottles.

But as I closed the door with a click and stepped into the hallway, a noise reached my ears. A lascivious, wet sound that set my nerves on edge… It was a sound I’d often heard while living with my mother. Alarm bells rang, but I couldn’t stop my feet from moving toward it.

The man? Chae Beomjun? Who was sleeping with someone else while I, bought for 280 million won, was here? Curiosity surged. If it was the man, I was ready to give up understanding him entirely.

My stealthy steps were futile. The moment I passed the wall shielding the living room sofa, my eyes met the man’s. Dressed in a robe, legs spread, holding a glass of liquor in one hand and his penis in the other, he smiled at me.

It was Chae Beomjun having sex.

“Ahh, ngh, ah…”

A woman, bent over the sofa with her hips raised, let out obscene moans. The sofa’s backrest limited my view to fragments. A roughly moving waist, the woman’s reddened buttocks trembling each time Chae Beomjun pulled back. Smack, as his balls slapped against her, her waist jerked upward.

I’d heard such sounds often, but this was my first time witnessing the act. I felt dizzy. Realizing I was seeing something I shouldn’t, I started to back away when the man beckoned me with a finger. At that gesture, Chae Beomjun, still thrusting into the woman, turned to look at me. His gleeful wink marked him as an undeniable pervert. Ignoring him, I hesitated but approached. The man, legs still spread, opened one arm, signaling me to sit there as before.

“Not sleeping? What were you doing?”

Pressing my upper body to lean against him, he slipped the hand that had been touching his penis under my shirt. The sensation of his touch on my bare skin sent shivers through me.

“I showered, and I was thirsty…”

At my response, he chuckled softly and buried his face in my nape. His breath carried a thick alcohol scent. Soon, his lips brushed my ear with damp warmth.

“What did you do in the shower to make your cheeks so red?”

Before I could say it was from the hot water, he nibbled my earlobe.

“Ah…!”

“Like someone sucked your dick or something, all flushed…”

“That’s, ugh, not true!”

The hand tickling my ribs moved upward. His teasing words came as he pinched my nipple. As he licked my ear and rubbed my chest, my lower body, absurdly, began to react. Please, no. I cursed inwardly, but my body was honest. The stimulation from sight, sound, and touch made me start to get hard.

“Heesoo, answer me. Did you jerk off?”

“No, ugh, no…”

I shook my head in denial, but he acted as if he couldn’t hear me.

“If you want to jerk off now, do it in front of me. It’s a shame to miss that face.”

“No…! It’s from, ugh, hot water…”

Pain from him biting my nape brought tears to my eyes. At my shouted response, he made a soft sound and began gently licking the spot he’d bitten.

“Then why come out looking like that? I almost misunderstood.”

Thinking I jerked off because my face was red—I couldn’t fathom this pervert’s logic. Swallowing my indignation, I shut my mouth. He stroked my stomach soothingly and said,

“Learn well from Beomjun how to get fucked.”

His languid words brought a realization.

“…Yes.”

The man… seemed to have voyeuristic tendencies. Last time, he’d helped me ejaculate and watched through the mirror but hadn’t touched me much himself. I’d felt his penis behind me, hot as a furnace, but he hadn’t released. This time was similar. Watching the two have sex while drinking, his penis was fiercely erect, but he looked detached, as if he had no intention of joining.

A voyeuristic man planned to watch me and Chae Beomjun together. Realizing my role, I worried if I could immerse myself in it. Clutching my sweaty hands, I stared ahead.

“Aah…!”

There was no courtesy in the man and woman’s act. Chae Beomjun, roughly grabbing her hair, thrust his hips like an axe chopping wood. Her swollen, red buttocks were slick with fluids. White foam coated his penis as it mercilessly plunged into her.

My insides burned. Imagining myself in her place was horrific. Compared to the man’s beastly penis, Chae Beomjun’s was more human-sized, but still absurdly large compared to mine.

“Don’t look away, or you’ll be punished.”

The man teased, planting a quick kiss near my ear. The hand on my side occasionally toyed with my waist, while the other sipped whiskey. The periodic whiff of alcohol was pungent.

He’d told me to learn from Chae Beomjun, but honestly, it was nonsense. All the woman did was moan with a drugged expression—nothing to learn. It only gave me time to mentally prepare for what was coming.

“Oh, you said you were thirsty.”

The man, leisurely stroking me, suddenly said. The hand on my waist slid out and moved to my nape. Like spider legs, his fingers silently pushed my cheek toward his face. Unsure of his intent, I turned my head, still watching Chae Beomjun. Then, our lips met, and strong alcohol poured into my mouth. Panicking, I held it in my mouth until he tapped my throat, signaling me to swallow. I thought he’d pull away, but he didn’t.

Carefully biting and releasing my lower lip, he slipped his tongue inside, exploring my mouth. Inadvertently, our eyes met. His cold, pale eyes curved into a soft smile. As the alcohol churned my insides, he parted our lips and whispered.

“I said you’d be punished.”

“No, ah…!”

There was no time to explain. Wrapping his arms around me like restraints, he swiftly pulled down my pants and underwear. My suddenly exposed lower body felt cold. Biting my lip and covering myself, I locked eyes with the woman, who turned and smiled at me.

Heat rushed to my head. I was mortified just having my lower body exposed, yet I marveled at how she could have sex in front of others. As I stared at her, the man trapped me in his arms again, placing one hand on my penis and the other on my chest, speaking tenderly.

“Got turned on watching her get fucked? Or do you want to fuck her? Heesoo, just say it. If you want, I’ll let you do it with Beomjun. Okay?”

Despite his gentle tone, his grip on my half-erect penis and balls was rough. That’s not it, my weak protest was drowned by the woman’s moans. Chae Beomjun was slapping her buttocks. Her legs tensed, leaving marks on her cheeks, as she let out a laughing moan, her expression terrifyingly ecstatic.

Seeing where my gaze lingered, the man chuckled softly and began gently stroking my glans. The sensation of him pinching my nipple elicited a pained moan.

“Like last time, you’re so sensitive.”

Muttering, he tickled my chest with his fingertips. Faint pleasure bloomed wherever his nails grazed. It was a pleasure I couldn’t resist. His long fingers slowly wrapped around my rising shaft. My small penis, nestled in his hand, leaked precum.

“Ah… ugh.”

His large thumb probed the slit at the tip. With the sharp pain came an undeniable urge to ejaculate. Just a little touching of my chest and glans made me feel like I’d cum. Having barely masturbated, I didn’t know if this area was naturally this sensitive.

His curled fingers roughly grazed the ridge between the glans and shaft. The skin moved with just the right pressure, feeling like it was on fire. Surrendering to the overwhelming urge, I gave in.

“Ugh, ah…!”

The milky pleasure that burst out painted my vision. From last night to now, I’d lost count of how many times I’d cum by his hand. Shame was insignificant. This was just the beginning, so I didn’t bother trying to stay lucid.

Panting, he brought his semen-stained fingers to my face. The wet sound of the liquid was louder than the noises Chae Beomjun and the woman made. Flexing his hand before my eyes, he whispered.

“Spread your legs.”

With effort, I parted my legs. The alcohol coursing through my veins clouded my mind. Hanging my legs over the sofa, I awaited his next command. Then, his semen-soaked finger silently probed my hole.

“Ah…!”

I couldn’t breathe.

My vision spun. I felt my hole clench tightly, as if trying to expel the intruder, but I couldn’t speak. The utterly foreign, uncomfortable sensation halted all thought.

“No surprise… it’s so tight.”

Chuckling briefly, he tightened his arm around my upper body and pushed his finger deeper. It was horrific. The wriggling inside felt like something inhuman. My tense hole spasmed in resistance, but he wouldn’t be pushed out. Like tentacles, he stirred my insides, scraping my nerves.

“Beomjun, bring the mirror and leave.”

As I bit my lip, unsure what to do, he spoke to Chae Beomjun. As if given an eviction order, Chae Beomjun and the woman, engrossed in sex, stood. Carrying a large mirror from the hallway, his wet penis dangling, Chae Beomjun placed it so we were centered in the reflection, like before. The woman, now in a thin dress, put a robe on him and winked at me—or rather, at the man.

“Let’s have a meal sometime, boss.”

“I’ll see you out.”

“Take care.”

Chae Beomjun bowed and left with the woman, clad only in a robe, through the entrance. With the man’s finger still inside me, it wasn’t a rational thought, but everyone seemed insane.

Feeling like I’d fallen into a strange land, I steadied my breath. Only after the door closed did he move his finger again.

“Heesoo, look at the mirror.”

At his quiet whisper, I lifted my head and met my reflection. My flushed, peach-toned skin still radiated heat. If anything, I looked redder now than after my shower. A blush spread under my eyes, my lips swollen with blood. Damp hair clung to my forehead, and my white shirt was pulled up to my chest. His palm covered my penis, and his middle finger vanished into the grapefruit-red hole.

“Ah…”

My head spun. The slow ripples of my skin as he moved his finger looked excessively lewd. A place I’d never imagined using this way was, horrifyingly, sensitive. I felt every detail of his finger—the bone, the fine wrinkles of his skin. The first knuckle, filling the tight entrance, was thick, and the fingertip, past the muscle into the inner wall, was meticulous.

“More fun than watching sex.”

Muttering as if it were a problem, he lightly licked my nape. At the same time, his short nail gently scraped the mucous membrane, immersing me in an indescribable sensation. I couldn’t tell if the wet, squelching sound came from my throat or inside my hole. His tongue and finger moved in sync, stirring my insides.

With a swirl, the finger inside turned widely, grazing my walls. A jolt like static electricity made my hole clench tightly. Laughter poured over my shoulder. He lowered his head, nibbling my collarbone. Again, a swirl, and—

“Ugh…!”

“Your expression drives me crazy.”

He lifted his hand to hold my chin. My gaze, which had dropped to the floor, returned to the mirror. In the reflection, I moaned with a face as lewd as the woman’s. My eyebrows curved, and my cheeks, redder than before, framed eyes with heavy double eyelids, utterly unfocused.

Licking my lips as my insides burned, my wet tongue moved between my parted teeth. As saliva glistened across my dry lips, two of his fingers landed on my tongue.

Pressing my tongue down and moving like a piston, transparent saliva welled in my mouth. It looked vulgar dripping down my chin. His smile faded, and his cold eyes fixed on me. With a muffled moan, another finger entered below.

“Hngh!”

It felt like a rod was being forced in, my insides tight. The filled interior clenched as if to snap his fingers. With a wet sigh, he turned my face. Meeting his gaze was embarrassing, but I couldn’t look away. His calm, unfathomable eyes felt like a lake I’d drown in.

“This is trouble.”

Two fingers thrust deep inside. Biting my trembling lips softly, he smiled. You’re so pretty, what do I do, Heesoo? With that whisper, he kissed me.

Like his fingers stirring my insides, his tongue swept through my mouth roughly. The kiss alone was suffocatingly intense. The pressure, as if he’d rip out my tongue, pulled my body along. To steady my faltering frame, I grabbed his shoulders. He squinted, grinned, and roughly turned me to face him.

“Thought you were a cat, but you’re a fox?”

“I was going to fall… ah!”

The fingers that had withdrawn plunged back in without delay. Holding one buttock open, he thrust his hand in and tilted his head to kiss me again. A thick, lingering kiss followed.

My mind was in chaos. I didn’t know what I was doing. Murder, captivity, debt—his actions carried an undeniable force, but my clumsy tongue responding to him held a trace of autonomy.

Was it the scene of the man and woman earlier, the potent alcohol melting my reason, or an instinct to survive? I didn’t know. Just…

“Ugh, hngh, ah…!”

I was going insane.

The fingers probing my insides pressed a spot firmly. The grinding motion blackened my vision. A creeping smoke seemed to burn my body. Stepping into an unknown ecstasy, the sounds of our kiss, my lewd moans, and the wet friction filled the air.

Each time his probing touched a certain spot, a chilling pleasure surged. The unfamiliar wave blurred my vision. Closing my eyes tightly, I surrendered to the euphoria he gave.

“Ahh, ngh, there, ah, hngh!”

Panting as our lips parted, incoherent words spilled out. Even animals wouldn’t be this chaotic, my thoughts shredded beyond logic.

The squelching mixed with my lewd moans. Each thrust of his hot fingers choked my breath. The orgasm teetered on the edge, driving me mad. Clinging to his neck, I pleaded.

“Ngh, hngh…”

My voice, unrecognizably lascivious, poured out endlessly. The pleasure, starting as a spring rain and turning into a downpour, crashed over me.

“Heesoo, you’re a man, but your pussy’s this sensitive—what do we do?”

He kissed my closed eyelids, his voice tinged with pity. The shameful words kept my eyes shut. Leaning into him, I rubbed my cheek against his firm shoulder. Panting like a sprinting dog, I felt his body moving in and out of me.

The blood of a whore must flow in my veins. I laughed at myself, unable to control my arousal from mere fingering. But in this mad world where no one was sane, I couldn’t be the only normal one.

“Ugh…! Ha, just a bit, ngh, please…”

Sobbing, I begged him. I didn’t know what I wanted, but he seemed to. His fingers began obsessively grazing one spot.

Saliva pooled in my mouth, my toes curled. The sensation he poured into me soaked my mind. Kim Jihoon’s words—live spreading your ass—and the cursed blood from an unknown father bound my body.

“Ahh…! Ngh, ah!”

A lightning-like shock to my penis, and with a pop, the semen that burst out stained his chest and mine. My legs trembled. The lingering orgasm made me moan like an animal. Ah, ahh, hngh… With a quivering voice, I buried my face in his chest. Thump, thump, his racing heartbeat filled my ears. Then, with a swaying sensation, he laughed.

“You’re a natural, sadly.”

His words felt like branding me a prostitute. A sinking feeling brought tears welling up. The semen on my cheek, transferred from his chest, began dissolving in the hot liquid.

Don’t cry. Holding my breath to stop the tears, I bit my tongue, but he suddenly grabbed my chin, lifting my face. Through blurred vision, his expressionless face appeared. His pale eyes scanned me, and with a tilted head, he said,

“Crying again.”

His flat voice was terrifying.

“I’m… I’m sorry…”

Unable to control my surging emotions, I averted my gaze. He grabbed my hair, forcing our eyes to meet again. His blank face was so frightening I could barely look. The emotional swings were overwhelming—pleasure, self-mockery, then sudden terror. Cold sweat seeped into my body. He wiped the chill from my forehead with the hand that had been touching my backside.

“Why are you crying?”

And he asked why.

Why? I thought I’d adapted well to this drastically changed life, but a corner of my heart still harbored persistent anxiety. The fear he might kill me someday diluted when I saw his smile but surged violently when faced with his blank expression, shredding my mind at random.

A warm house, tender touches I’d never received from my parents, cruel pleasure I’d never known—everything he gave was unfamiliar, intense, and desperately needed. Unprotected for two years, I was weak enough to want to rely on a man who might lead me to death.

And that was deeply wrong.

“I’m too… stupid.”

Was it the alcohol or my weakened heart? My habit of blaming myself slipped out. I didn’t want to live clinging to him, surviving on his mercy. But though I knew I shouldn’t be tamed by him… I couldn’t reject what he offered.

Because I was too stupid and weak.

Suddenly, he laughed. I’d only said I was stupid, yet he seemed to understand and asked,

“Do you think this happened because you’re stupid?”

His question pierced my thoughts. How did he know? I nodded without denying it.

I had to. Even if I didn’t truly believe it, I had to think I did. If I didn’t accept that everything stemmed from my wrong choices, I couldn’t bear this injustice.

“No. Heesoo, I picked you up.”

But he…

“Remember this. From now on, all your misfortunes are my responsibility. Not because you’re stupid.”

He took all the blame.

“Think of it as having a bastard for a master.”

His sweet, melting words seeped into the cracked crevices of my heart. He comforted me. He brought me peace. That night, I struggled fiercely to deny that truth.