Chapter 138

They were all meaningless excuses.

Kwon Haeju’s piercing gaze delved straight into the core of Nam Shin-hoo. The diseased heart Shin-hoo had desperately concealed had been unveiled by the one person who should never have known.

Shin-hoo reached out, unsure whether his hand sought to push Haeju away or offer a comforting touch to the man he was hurting. It was a desperate, instinctive gesture, born solely from the agony of lying there and gazing up at him.

However, Haeju seized that hand and pinned it down. The next sensation Shin-hoo experienced was the darkness enveloping his vision. Haeju’s face closed in, blocking out the light, and his mouth pressed harshly against Shin-hoo’s lips. It was a kiss so intense that their teeth clashed. A familiar heat and scent parted Shin-hoo’s lips in a way that felt terrifyingly alien, and his mouth filled with the thick root of Haeju’s tongue.

“Ngh…”

His bent neck left him gasping for air. The scraps of cloth clinging to his body fell limply beneath the bed. Before he could even move his exposed shoulders, his pants slid helplessly down his legs. The soft thud of fabric hitting the hotel carpet rang loudly in his ears.

The hot mouth pulled away at last, parting with a long strand of saliva. When Shin-hoo coughed and tried to shift his weight, his nape was caught at once. Haeju’s palm pressed firmly against bare skin, pinning him flat.

It left Shin-hoo with his back offered up and his lower body fully exposed. He shifted, rustling against the sheets as he tried to correct the humiliating posture, only for a sharp pain to bloom across his backside. Before he could even register the shock of the slap, a cold liquid dripped over the stinging flesh.

“…!”

His body went completely rigid from shock. Haeju had always been gentle with him. Even when he pushed roughly, he had never once forced him like this.

Another palm struck Shin-hoo’s defenseless backside. The sticky gel made the impact ripple through his lower body, a thick sensation that eclipsed the previous pain.

“Does something this minor hurt?” Haeju asked, his voice dripping with frost.

Wet fingers touched the spread cleft, and Shin-hoo’s face tightened. Haeju’s middle finger circled the tightly shut ring, then pushed straight inside. There was no tenderness in the movement, none of the careful preparation that usually began with a shallow intrusion to ease him open. The finger plunged in all at once, joined immediately by a second, spreading him apart from within.

At the unfamiliar sensation of air rushing into him, Shin-hoo’s throat flushed red. He could not see Haeju’s expression from this position. Not knowing what Haeju was doing behind him or what would come next made his body far more sensitive than usual. Though the act had barely begun, a violent tremor ran down Shin-hoo’s spine.

A third finger entered his anxious, twitching heat. This time, it thrust deep in a single motion and stirred roughly through the tight interior.

“Hah…”

It was a size his body had grown accustomed to through their relationship, but this was a completely foreign act. There was no affection in the way those fingers pressed inside him, digging him open. The movement was careless, like handling a tool. The three fingers buried within him thrust lewdly, mimicking a cock. When they pulled nearly all the way out and drove in again, Haeju’s thick thumb pressed hard against Shin-hoo’s perineum.

“Kh, hngh…”

Even though he despised the idea of feeling pleasure from this, his trained body reacted automatically to the stimulation. Haeju’s other hand still pinned him by the nape. There were no tender caresses, no gentle foreplay. Haeju stared with a terrible, unblinking gaze at the fine tremors running over the muscles of Shin-hoo’s back, then bent his head to bite the blade of his shoulder.

That brief touch of warmth felt as sweet as candy.

“Hae… Haeju. Your face…”

He wanted to see his face. He would rather turn around and hold him close. He wanted to comfort Haeju in his anger and pain, wanted to apologize, but even that chance had been taken from him.

Shin-hoo gripped the bedsheet, enduring the rough violation as he waited for Haeju’s fury to subside.

Seeing that submission, Haeju’s movements turned even rougher. The fingers that had thrust into him without once grazing his most sensitive spot suddenly pressed down on Shin-hoo’s core with brutal accuracy. Three fingers crossed inside him, twisting as they ground into the sensitive flesh.

“Ah, haah. Kh…!”

Nam Shin-hoo’s breath broke. With Haeju pressing a finger to his prostate and crushing it as though he meant to tear everything open, Shin-hoo’s thighs trembled and his knees lifted off the bed. Even as Shin-hoo shook helplessly, his body arching away from the pressure, Haeju showed no mercy. He watched Shin-hoo’s disgrace with eyes as cold as inorganic matter before finally withdrawing his wet fingers.

A belt clinked loudly as it fell loose. Haeju lowered his zipper and pulled his ominous erection from his pants. He did not bother undressing further. Fully clothed, with only his cock exposed, he shoved himself into Shin-hoo’s opening. Gripping Shin-hoo’s flinching hips, he drove into the softened heat in one brutal thrust, burying himself until his pubic bone pressed flush against the trembling flesh.

“Kh… Slow, slowly. Too deep…”

“Why should I listen to that?” Haeju asked.

There was no heat in his voice. Unlike his violently aroused body, Haeju’s mind remained entirely cold. He handled Shin-hoo’s body as if moving an object. Shin-hoo could no longer lift himself even without a hand at his neck, so Haeju seized his waist with both hands and began to shake him.

The thick cock teased him, slipping only the head inside, before punching deep into his core the moment Shin-hoo’s ass loosened. Then, it dragged out roughly again. Caught in those unpredictable movements, all Shin-hoo could do was endure the pleasure flooding his mind white.

He buried his face in a pillow and clutched it with both arms. Biting into the pillowcase, which was already damp with his hot breaths and tears, he tried to muffle his voice. The moment he lifted his head, he knew uncontrollable moans would burst from his twisted mouth.

“Hup, hngh. Ngh…”

Even when he tried to hold it back, sweet breaths leaked out. Pleasure piled up steadily despite the harshness of the situation. The pain of his waist being gripped hard enough to crack bone vanished beneath the overwhelming sensation gathering below. Feeling the tight, involuntary clench around him, Haeju’s brow hardened.

“Do you like even this kind of situation? Of course you would. You must enjoy pain, considering you absorbed poison of your own free will.”

Shin-hoo shook his head frantically against the pillow. This was only a physiological reaction. His sensitive places were being deliberately stimulated, and his conditioned body was merely reacting to the mass filling him. But Haeju had no reason to care about that excuse, and absolutely no desire to hear it.

Watching Shin-hoo flush red from head to toe, Haeju’s mouth twisted into a dark smirk.

“You were smiling the whole way here,” Haeju muttered.

While the unconscious Shin-hoo was carried by ship to the American mainland, Haeju had held him in his arms the entire time. Shin-hoo’s poisoned breathing had been scorching hot, and his heart had hammered violently. The healer on standby had assured him that Shin-hoo’s life was not in danger, and Haeju knew of the S-Rank healer Josephian’s existence, but his own heart had only beaten slower and slower with dread.

What had tormented Haeju more than anything in that situation was Shin-hoo’s face.

Even while unconscious, Shin-hoo had been faintly smiling, looking as though he had fulfilled every duty and was entirely satisfied with the awful result. That sight had made Haeju unbearably miserable.

“Ugh, ngh… Hup.”

There was a limit to how much he could hide his moans in the pillowcase. Haeju’s movements sped up, the body that had been toying with Shin-hoo by varying the strength of each thrust now moving without mercy. Each time he drove in, it felt as if he were carving open a new place at the deepest point, reaching farther inside. The thick head forced itself into spaces Shin-hoo had thought could not possibly take more.

Even as he tried to endure it, Shin-hoo’s waist collapsed beyond his control. Every time the thick veins along Haeju’s cock scraped past his inner walls, it felt as though his vision were being scraped raw too. Countless white streaks flashed across the darkness behind his tightly shut eyes.

This was different from the relentless pressure on his sensitive spot. Back then, the sharp pleasure had churned through his mind like muddy water. Now it felt as though his entire body had fallen into a vast mire and was floundering there. Trying to survive the overwhelming sensations, Shin-hoo twisted and pushed at the bedsheets with his toes.

“Stay… still,” Haeju rasped.

At some point, Haeju’s voice had grown wet too. He was also approaching his limit under Shin-hoo’s tight pressure, melting and clenching around him even in the middle of this fury. Even like this, undone and disheveled, Shin-hoo was beautiful. The helpless beast offering up his back was more than enough to satisfy Haeju’s intense desire to conquer.

Shin-hoo’s loosened black hair rippled like waves across the sheets. If Haeju let his guard down even for a moment, it felt as though his reason would be swallowed whole, leaving him to follow everything Shin-hoo wanted. With every movement, the hot inner walls squeezed him and chased his cock all the way to the end.

“Kh…”

Haeju released Shin-hoo’s waist. He bent down and seized the wrist of the hand Shin-hoo had clenched around the pillow. Finding the tense, rigid fingers, he slid his own between them and laced their hands together.

With a small clink, their two rings touched.

“Ah, aaah…!”

Shin-hoo’s body convulsed violently. As the pleasure from both of them struck him at once, he screamed as though all the breath he had been holding back had finally burst free. Still gripping Shin-hoo’s hand, Haeju pulled both arms back and lifted his body upright.

“Ah, no, ah, ah. Kh, ahhngh…!”

His strengthless legs could not support him. When Haeju hauled him up, Shin-hoo collapsed straight down onto Haeju’s lap. His tilted chin trembled violently.

His sweating body leaned long against Haeju’s chest, convulsing as though impaled on a harpoon. With his own weight bearing down on the penetration, Shin-hoo opened his mouth helplessly and squeezed his eyes shut. It felt as though that scorching pillar were piercing him all the way to the pit of his stomach.

After one unbearable instant in which the world seemed to stop entirely, a terrible climax came crashing down.