"Taeyi, looks like it really hurts. You've got your liver sticking out."

"If it were you, you wouldn't be any less hurt, you crazy bastard..."

"Stay still. Don’t relax your arm. ...Okay. Now say one more thing, with your own mouth."

"What? What am I supposed to say?"

Taeyi muttered with a voice mixed with sobs, ready to say whatever this devil before him told him to say. Whether it was "Master, please save me," or "I'm the biggest fool in the world," he had no room left to care about pride or anything else.

But the words that came from Ilay’s mouth were something he never expected.

"Say you won’t meet."

"What...?"

"That brat. Ling Shinlu. Say you won’t meet her, nor intend to."

Taeyi lost his words for a moment.

It was not only utterly unexpected but also something Taeyi could not respond to.

Not meeting Shinlu.

That was beyond Taeyi’s will. Regardless of like or dislike, he had to meet her someday. Even if there was nothing to say or do, it was at least a duty. When Taeyi hesitated and couldn’t speak, a ruthless grip crushed his crotch. Cold sweat broke out on his spine and forehead.

"Ah! Ugh, ugh, ah... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...!"

"If you insist on meeting her so badly, then I’ll crush that chance so you can’t use it."

"Use it? What use—please, please... I won’t go first... I won’t seek her out first, isn’t that enough?"

"Even if you come looking, don’t meet."

"…How am I supposed to do that!"

Taeyi burst out yelling. The frustration and anger welled up so fiercely tears poured uncontrollably. It was a terrible puzzle to make this monster understand human feelings.

"If you’re born human at all, think a little! No matter the result, you’ve suffered because of me, you quit a good job because of me, and now you want to pretend none of that happened? How can a human do that?!"

Taeyi gripped Ilay’s neck desperately, as if wanting to choke him, shouting fiercely while shedding tears inside. Better to scream at a wall than beg for recognition from this inhuman creature.

"…"

But half-crazed with pain, hiccupping and sobbing, Taeyi didn’t even notice for a while that the grip crushing his crotch had loosened.

"Alright. You clearly said you won’t go first. Taeyi. Remember that, okay?"

A low, gentle voice whispered in his ear. Taeyi nodded blindly. His breath caught. The hiccups wouldn’t stop. It felt like dying. Only then did he realize the pain in his groin had gone, but the numb, tingling sensation remained. Seriously wondering if he was really ruined down there, Taeyi hiccupped again, still clutching Ilay’s neck tightly.

Alright, that’s enough for now, Ilay muttered to himself. His hand brushed down Taeyi’s back like a koala clinging on—somehow softer than usual. Damn it. Both a blessing and a curse.

"…You like that brat that much?"

Suddenly, after a long silence while stroking Taeyi’s back, Ilay asked quietly. Taeyi hiccupped loudly, like a caught thief, then shut his mouth.

"What is it you like about him?"

He asked again. Taeyi remained silent.

What could it be? He thought. The large, deer-like eyes. The gentle, cherry-like lips. The shy expression. The voice calling “Taeyi hyung.” Could there be another child so cute? He understood well the affection of that Ling elder who doted on him.

But.

Taeyi kept hiccupping as he stared blankly at Ilay’s back. Why ask if they wouldn’t understand or accept it anyway?

He thought sourly inside. Ilay was silent for a moment but didn’t seem to want an answer from him.

"Taeyi. You’re mine. Got it? You’re mine."

He said slowly with clear pronunciation that pierced his ear. Not really expecting a reply, his hand stroking Taeyi’s back slowly slid down to his waist, then to his hips.

Taeyi flinched, curling his body slightly. It was a subtle movement, but Ilay, tightly holding him, surely noticed. His hand on Taeyi’s hip tightened just a bit.

"It’s okay. We’ve done this before. Why tense up? Relax."

"…Do you really have to?"

He no longer hoped for no penetration, or just light teasing. He’d be grateful if he didn’t insert at all. Moreover, Taeyi’s still-tingling member hadn’t gotten even remotely hard yet, probably for a while.

Anger sparked a troubling question.

Why me?

He could understand tormenting him. Yeah, he’d punched that bastard once and ran away for the first time in his life. He was grateful not to be killed by that mad temper. But why did that torment have to be sex? Normally, sex should be with some—someone at his level of privilege who could get a beauty like in movies—and enjoy it happily. The hateful and annoying ones should be beaten, tormented, or locked away forever. But this―――.

Then Taeyi recalled a distant memory.

—Taeyi... I never imagined it, but you’re an amazing master. So skillfully you moved, it seemed you’d be devoured. Even while crying from pain, you did that? Just thinking about what you’ll become once you get used to it makes me sore...

"…"

Is my body really that amazing?

Taeyi seriously considered this, something he would never say aloud. Since he couldn’t have sex with himself, he had no way of knowing.

He glanced skeptically at Ilay from under half-closed eyelids. Ilay was still wrapped around his neck, his face unseen. Meanwhile, a finger slipped between Taeyi’s buttocks, spreading inside. An involuntary shuddering moan escaped Taeyi’s lips. Damn it. He really intended to insert.

His face paled. Despite experience and knowing he wouldn’t die, instinctive fear crept in. Having experienced it before made it even creepier.

"Hey... do you really have to? Let’s just do it with hands. I can do it well."

Taeyi said anxiously. But only a scoffing laugh came back.

"You playing games? Relax your ass. Blame your body, which got tight again after only a few days of rest. It tastes good, but too tight isn’t my style. I like it loose but snug... Well, whatever. Since it’s vacation, let’s take our time to make a hole that fits my thing perfectly."

A hole that fits perfectly? What the hell――― Taeyi, about to jump in embarrassment, suddenly realized a snag in that sentence.

"What did you say?"

"Hmm? I said I’d make it fit perfectly. If it’s not mine, I’ll make it cheap."

"How can it not be yours?! ...Damn it, wait, vacation?"

Taeyi shouted, then shook his head and asked again. Ilay raised his eyebrows and nodded soon after.

"Yeah. It was hard pulling out, but thanks to that, I’ve barely slept twenty hours total this week handling urgent business. So I’m pretty tired now. Don’t expect much. I’ll finish lightly."

"Uh, that’s a relief... but wait, vacation?"

Vacation? A man who abandoned his post without permission, almost hijacked a private jet, wrote tons of reports, and spent months in confinement had no right to say that word.

Taeyi stared at Ilay intently.

"Vacation? What do you mean..."

"I took sick leave. My body’s been really weak lately, five weeks total."

With that indifferent mutter, Taeyi was truly speechless.

"Body... really... weak..."

Repeating those words that he couldn’t quite understand, Taeyi loosened his arms from Ilay’s neck and leaned back a little, staring closely at his face. Looking carefully at Ilay’s face that supposedly had grown weak, he slowly lowered his gaze. The body was still strong and firm as before. Even the cruelly raised center was just as remembered.

"You don’t have a disease, right...?"

Taeyi asked skeptically. Ilay raised his eyebrows then chuckled. That laugh was the answer.

That con man. Sick leave my ass. The branch that agreed to this excuse is just as bad. A guy like him, who could kill a squid barehanded, claiming sick leave is laughable even to a passing carp.

Taeyi looked on incredulously. Then another finger slid inside. Taeyi shuddered reflexively and curled up. Ilay whispered into his ear:

"I told you to hold my arm properly."

At that moment, the heavy palm pressing on his crotch made Taeyi quickly hug Ilay’s neck again. A soft laugh was heard. It seemed lips brushed his earlobe lightly, but he wasn’t sure.

Vacation. Vacation. Five weeks. Is he really going to take care of this madman for five weeks?

Taeyi’s vision darkened. The strange words Ilay just spoke still lingered unsettlingly.

"…Ah."

Another finger entered. Slowly, wriggling inside like a living thing, stroking internally. A chill ran down Taeyi’s spine.

It was alright. Uncomfortable but not painful enough to complain. Up to that point, it was okay. Just up to that point. But—

The moment the hand that pried him open with a sticky, squelching sound finally withdrew, Taeyi felt not relief but faint fear. His arms instinctively tightened around Ilay’s neck.

"Relax," came a tongue-clicking voice, and warm flesh rubbed against the spot the finger had just left. Taeyi flinched reflexively. He tried to close his thighs, but Ilay’s body was already lodged between them.

He felt two hands grab his hips from both sides, spreading them wider outward, and the heavy flesh pressed again.

"Wait, wait! Better... do it with... your mouth. Mouth."

Taeyi blurted out involuntarily. After shouting, he remembered a harsh past memory and regretted it a bit, but still thought mouth would be better than down there. At least with the mouth, he wouldn’t have to limp while walking.

Ilay stopped moving. Just before thrusting inside, he remained still, member pressed against Taeyi. After a few seconds, his voice came.

"…Seems it’s really hard."

"Hard, very hard!"

Taeyi replied quickly. Ilay was silent again. His face buried in Taeyi’s neck so his expression was unseen. Taeyi tensed, determined that if Ilay tried to push in after all that, it would be the end today.

"…What are you going to do now? You can’t escape it by avoiding it just today."

"Af—"

At that moment, Taeyi resolved. He had to escape this bastard by any means. It was no longer about resentment. It was a matter of survival.

Suddenly, Ilay tapped the arm wrapped around his neck. Taeyi loosened his grip. Ilay pulled away and looked at Taeyi quietly, gaze heavy with thought.

"Damn... I’ve tried everything in life."

A tongue-clicking sound mixed in his muttering. Despite the harsh tone, his face was not threatening. On the contrary—perhaps unconsciously—his lips curled faintly as if amused.

Taeyi raised his eyebrows curiously. Tried everything? What could that mean...? But before he could ask,

Ilay grabbed behind Taeyi’s knees and pushed them forward. His body bent, hips lifted into the air. Taeyi swallowed. What slipped between his legs was a small, moist flesh. He buried his face in Taeyi’s groin, as if ready to lick everything inside thoroughly.

"Ile... hey, wait, uh, ah..."

Wriggling like a mollusk, his tongue slid inside. The feeling was completely different from fingers or a member. There was no pressure or burden, but the sensation sent chills down Taeyi’s spine. He twisted his body sharply. Trying to escape, but the big hands pressing behind ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) his knees and gripping his butt blocked him.

"No, I meant, the mouth, it was my idea, not yours..."

Taeyi struggled and shouted, but Ilay didn’t answer. Obviously understanding his words perfectly, Ilay started pushing fingers alongside the tongue again. Then he glanced at Taeyi, eyes smiling.

"The mouth is for later. Today I must put it in. I’ll definitely bury it inside your body and finish there. But since you’re so scared, I’ll loosen you up nicely first, so be thankful and relax your body."

Muttering while pressing his mouth against Taeyi’s privates, the words drilled straight into his ear. Followed by vivid sounds of sticky wetness.

Taeyi felt he was about to pass out. No, he wanted to pass out.

“Just do it. Just do it quickly and finish quickly.”

He decided silently with tears inside that if he had to endure this shame and embarrassment, he might as well quietly take it next time.

Taeyi sat blankly blinking.

He vaguely thought about where it didn’t hurt. Slightly rolled his body half a turn right and left. Then concluded—there was nowhere it didn’t hurt.

"Uuuu... At this rate, I’ll surely die..."

Taeyi groaned. A sigh escaped his mouth. Sounds of water came from the bathroom. The guy showering without closing the door even hummed happily. The more he heard the singing, the deeper the wrinkles on Taeyi’s brow grew.

His body ached and creaked as he turned on his side. Warm, aching sensations spread all over. Ouch, another soft moan slipped out. He wanted to lie still, but his still-damp hair was uncomfortable, so he carefully turned his head and body.

Turning on his side and sighing, he caught a faint shampoo scent. It was his own hair. Taeyi exhaled deeply.

Until death, he had experienced things he couldn’t say aloud. Time passed evenly for him too, who wished to simply disappear underground and be covered with dirt. After an uncountable number of times of Ilay finishing inside him, Ilay finally moved away from atop Taeyi.

A low moan slipped from Taeyi’s lips. The flesh that had penetrated deeply, as if splitting his body in two, stubbornly wouldn’t slide out smoothly. Gradually, Ilay thrust and pulled as if shoveling, while Taeyi swallowed moans silently.

‘If it’s this hard, maybe I should keep a dildo of proper size in regularly. That way it’d naturally stay open and be easier.’

He felt a thumb gently probing the folds as if checking for tears. Taeyi lay still like a corpse, listening to Ilay’s words, thinking that even his jokes were ruthless.

Taeyi lay there motionless, his mind reeling from the brutal reality and Ilay’s merciless words. The cold silence between them was filled only by the wet, sticky sounds and the relentless movements that continued inside him. Despite the pain, exhaustion tugged at his limbs, and he felt himself drifting between awareness and numbness.

Ilay’s voice broke the haze with a low murmur, almost casual, yet carrying a dangerous edge.

“Hold still. I’m not done yet.”

Taeyi’s body trembled involuntarily, a mix of dread and helplessness washing over him. Every inch of his being screamed in protest, but his mind was too weary to resist.

Minutes passed—hours, perhaps—marked only by the rhythmic, relentless pressure and Ilay’s whispered commands. The physical agony blurred into something more primal, raw, and utterly consuming.

Finally, Ilay slowed, withdrawing carefully, his hands gentle for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He pressed a soft kiss to Taeyi’s temple, a fleeting moment of tenderness that only deepened the torment.

“You belong to me. Remember that.”

Taeyi’s eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath escaping his lips. His body ached, his spirit bruised, but beneath the pain, a flicker of something unresolved remained—a tangled mix of defiance, despair, and a fragile hope for escape.

The room fell silent once more, save for the steady drip of water from the bathroom and the ragged rhythm of two broken souls trying to survive.

The chapter ends with Taeyi lying still, a fragile figure caught in the merciless grip of Ilay’s domination, his mind swirling with pain, confusion, and the faintest glimmer of resistance.