DE | Chapter 3.2

His body was battered and bruised. His swollen ankle hadn’t healed yet. It was impossible to have recovered in just a day after the beating he endured yesterday. He glanced out the window. The office was on the fifth floor.

Jumping would mean at least severe injuries. But now that Lee Kangpil had come this far, he wouldn’t let him live unharmed. Just as he thought this, the ‘Japbari’ guys slowly approached him, pulling out knives.

Lee Kangpil spoke with a smirk, “Leave that pretty one be, and as a special service, I’ll cut off one ankle for you. How about that?”

“Yeonhong, are you going to cheat?”

“I can’t live without Joo Seonghyeok.”

“There you have it.”

With that, Joo Seonghyeok muttered a curse and quickly grabbed Lee Yeonhong’s arm. They dashed to the stairs in an instant. Shouts in Japanese echoed from behind them, and as expected, the stairwell was packed with Lee Kangpil’s goons.

Joo Seonghyeok quickly ran to the elevator, pushed Lee Yeonhong inside, and kicked at a Japanese guy rushing in before slamming the door shut and pressing for the first floor.

His heart pounded. Sweat dripped cold. His clothes were stained with blood from cuts. Lee Yeonhong looked up at him intently.

“Why don’t you ask me for help?”

“Huh… what?”

“Ask me for help. Why don’t you use me?”

Lee Yeonhong seemed genuinely curious. But Joo Seonghyeok had no specific reason. He had always treated Lee Yeonhong like a human until just moments ago. The voice of the man suggesting mutual understanding now felt too familiar, and he had already grown too fond of him to start treating him like a monster.

“I…”

Joo Seonghyeok, with his breath caught in his throat, barely got the words out.

“I was afraid I’d start seeing you as a monster.”

Lee Yeonhong’s expression flickered oddly bright.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, numerous tentacle-like appendages shot out, impaling the men standing there. Each one’s head burst open, spilling brain matter and blood, with still-twitching nerves making their fingers twitch.

Lee Yeonhong opened his mouth wide and shoved the men into it, chewing noisily. Joo Seonghyeok retched as blood splashed up to his face, the man’s eyes fiercely gleaming.

A shout came from above the staircase.

“Fuck, catch him!”

Joo Seonghyeok, still not fully grasping the situation, grabbed the still-confused Lee Yeonhong by the wrist and shoved him into the car. Fortunately, the keys were still in the ignition, making it easy to start. Joo Seonghyeok opened the glove box as expected, there was a gun inside.

He shot the man clinging to the window then drove off frantically.

“Where are we going now?”

“My place.”

“Wouldn’t that guy Lee Kangpil know your house?”

“Lee Kangpil doesn’t know this house. Bought it with some money I squirreled away.”

Joo Seonghyeok pushed the accelerator harder, his vision blurring from blood loss, but he glanced at Lee Yeonhong with a slight smile. Seen in the rearview mirror, the man looked as if he was wearing a red bib from his blood-soaked shirt.

“We’ll lay low until we find Oh Hyeontaek.”

Joo Seonghyeok wiped the blood off his face casually as if someone seeing them might think they were dressed for Halloween.

“I don’t even understand why Lee Kangpil suddenly flipped out. Unless, of course, my guess is wrong.”

“There’s a police car following us?”

“What, fuck? These damn bastards!”

Joo Seonghyeok sped onto the highway, speeding past the tollgate and slamming the gas mercilessly. Even as they sped out of a tunnel onto a long road, the police pursuit did not let up. Joo Seonghyeok turned the steering wheel without hesitation, and the car spun around to start driving against traffic.

Lee Yeonhong buckled his seatbelt and clutched the car handle.

“It feels like I might throw up.”

“If you need to vomit, do it outside the window. Is it because you overate?”

“My digestion is off.”

“No, fuck… don’t even start. The thought of what might come out of your mouth is horrifying.”

Joo Seonghyeok shuddered at the thought of Lee Yeonhong vomiting bodies out the window. The sudden counterflow surprised the pursuing police, who couldn’t follow. Joo Seonghyeok skidded the tires back into the tunnel. Cars that saw his vehicle stopped in shock, and a series of collisions occurred in moments. Joo Seonghyeok smoothly escaped through the chaos.

And they started heading towards the outskirts of Seoul.

“Joo Seonghyeok, can I suck you off?”

“Are you fucking serious right now, with that kind of whore talk?”

“Can we stop for a bit so I can suck you?”

“This is a highway, you know?”

Joo Seonghyeok licked the blood around his mouth. His sweat-soaked hair and the blood made him unintentionally seductive. Lee Yeonhong, even after his feast, felt a gnawing hunger as he rubbed his stomach.

“Just sleep.”

“I’ve slept a lot already.”

Joo Seonghyeok forced a gentle tone.

“What I mean is, shut up and stay quiet.”

They arrived at a block of studio apartments. Fortunately, it was deserted; otherwise, people would have been busy reporting two bloody men emerging from a car peppered with bullet holes. Joo Seonghyeok looked around and entered the entrance code. Lee Yeonhong remarked with curiosity as they entered.

“I’ve never been to a place like this. Is this all your room, Joo Seonghyeok?”

“Would it be? It’s just 207, our temporary shelter.”

Joo Seonghyeok unlocked the door and they entered the cramped studio. The small room seemed even smaller with a 195 cm man inside. Lee Yeonhong was about to comment but didn’t resist as Joo Seonghyeok dragged him into the bathroom. Joo Seonghyeok filled the sink with water to wash Lee Yeonhong’s face and squeezed toothpaste onto a toothbrush.

“Do it.”

“I can brush my own teeth.”

“Just do it.”

“Ah…”

Lee Yeonhong protested that it tickled to brush on his own, but it was futile. Joo Seonghyeok scrubbed the blood-stained man’s mouth thoroughly with the toothbrush, even brushing the roof of his mouth, causing Lee Yeonhong to jump. Watching the man chew on the toothbrush, Joo Seonghyeok sighed and pulled out a cigarette.

“Mmm…”

“It tickles?”

Lee Yeonhong blinked and nodded his head. Joo Seonghyeok made him spit out the mouthwash. The man who had rinsed his mouth clean soon found himself backpedaling into the bathtub after Joo Seonghyeok grabbed his chin and kissed him.

Joo Seonghyeok, with his clothes soaked in blood, ripped them off and aggressively climbed on top of Lee Yeonhong. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Since when had it been? Was it since Lee Yeonhong was sitting on Lee Kangpil’s lap? Disordered thoughts filled his mind, unbearable to withstand.

Joo Seonghyeok took off his pants and underwear. The worn-out fluids dripped down.

“Damn bitch.”

Joo Seonghyeok muttered something indistinguishable and then lit a cigarette.

He then pulled out Lee Yeonhong’s lower part. The monster’s thing was firmly erect, displaying a shape more beautiful than a sculpture.

He now knew that this would stimulate him to experience supreme pleasure. Already trembling, his half-erect dick dripped continuously. Lee Yeonhong, with his dazed eyes, blinked at Joo Seonghyeok.

“Put your back into it.”

Joo Seonghyeok grabbed Lee Yeonhong’s cheek and kissed him. A whiff of cigarette smoke entered Lee Yeonhong’s mouth, reaching his nasal cavity. The smoke was simply exhaled, caught by no one.

Joo Seonghyeok spread his own legs while slowly devouring Lee Yeonhong’s swollen glans. The ash from the cigarette fell. Lee Yeonhong gently kissed Joo Seonghyeok’s mouth and then bit down hard on his large chest.

Joo Seonghyeok’s breast, with one side caved in, needed to be sucked and nibbled to coax something out from inside. Lee Yeonhong knew this very well. He toyed with the small, fruit-like nipple, fingering it in circles before digging it out with his nails.

Joo Seonghyeok’s waist moved on its own. The pussy that had half-engulfed the cock felt like it was about to burst. The clit was as swollen as a glans.

Lee Yeonhong, with a completely hairless crotch before him, stroked the pussy gently while stimulating the clit. He sucked the breast hard simultaneously.

The nipple, seeming like it would pop out, was burning inside just the same. Joo Seonghyeok drooled, pulling Lee Yeonhong’s head to his chest. It didn’t feel normal to have his breast sucked. And he felt the same about the man sucking on it.

Closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasure, Joo Seonghyeok soon realized that Lee Yeonhong’s tongue had transformed into a different shape. Like a suction cup, it stuck and pulled out the man’s nipple.

“Yikes!”

Lee Yeonhong’s tongue crawled over the man’s chest. He felt around the inside of Joo Seonghyeok’s thigh, scratching the tense muscles with his nails. It was almost like marking territory.

The pussy juice continuously leaked as the man’s dick slowly pushed inside. The squeaking noise was clear. Joo Seonghyeok’s large buttocks rose slightly and then went down as his dick plunged into the splashy water.

Joo Seonghyeok trembled, embracing Lee Yeonhong. Lee Yeonhong’s face was smushed against the man’s chest. Fearing the cigarette he was barely holding might fall into the bathtub, Joo Seonghyeok tilted his head back and exhaled the smoke. The man’s wet hair flowing down looked indecently lewd. Lee Yeonhong lightly bit his exposed nape.

Then he started thrusting. Each time he rubbed Joo Seonghyeok’s pussy, the vaginal walls made splashing sounds. The vaginal entrance puffed up. Joo Seonghyeok’s back, engraved with a dragon, writhed. He groped around the wall and turned on the shower. Warm water poured over their heads. The washed-off blood was sucked down the bathtub drain. The cigarette went out.

Joo Seonghyeok, with a cigarette in his mouth, kissed Lee Yeonhong. Lee Yeonhong, without hesitation, swallowed the cigarette butt in the man’s mouth and kissed him back.

“Joo Seonghyeok’s mouth always tastes like cigarettes.” As the water poured down, Lee Yeonhong whispered.

“But your pussy tastes fucking sweet.”

The vaginal walls contracted sharply. Joo Seonghyeok swallowed a groan, embracing Lee Yeonhong while bowing his head. The tension ran down his nape. Lee Yeonhong’s fingers slowly climbed Joo Seonghyeok’s side, tracing his spine.

If Lee Yeonhong were an ordinary person, the weight of Joo Seonghyeok might have broken his legs, but his face showed no sign of pain. Rather, his caressing hands were laced with lewdness. He groped the moistened hole, scratching the junction with his nails.

Despite the running water, the blood on Joo Seonghyeok’s body showed no signs of washing away, especially the shoulder area cut as if by a knife. The wound was clear.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Lee Yeonhong asked gently, to which Joo Seonghyeok replied in an excited voice, “It turns me on more.”

Lee Yeonhong licked the blood stains.

Deeply inside, the sex continued relentlessly. Look at the hands of one who endlessly explores; all he did was fuck. When this fantastic fuck would end, neither knew.

Blood warmed between the flushed mucosa, and Lee Yeonhong didn’t even know when he had ejaculated. Joo Seonghyeok just kept moving up and down with a splash, enjoying the sensation. Water dripped down the man’s torn earlobe.

“Why is your earlobe… Why is it torn?”

“My father…” Joo Seonghyeok let out a pitiful moan.

“My father tore it. Not just mine. Lee Kangpil’s, Song Heemin’s too…”

“Why?”

“He did it to mean ‘mine,’ to show ownership.”

“He’s a bad person, then. But why are you looking for the person who killed him?”

“Because he was my family.”

Joo Seonghyeok moaned as he relaxed his body, his semen splashing onto Lee Yeonhong’s clothes. He gasped heavily, his ass twitching as if asking for more penetration. His eyes looked lost as he stared at Lee Yeonhong, unable to believe this was a monster.

An abnormal sensation dominated him, threatening to break him with unimaginable pleasure. Each movement gnawed at his sanity as sweet ecstasy surged up his spine.

That’s when Lee Yeonhong’s thick, bumpy flesh pillar penetrated him again.

“Huh… Ah, feels good!”