"Ilay shook his hips once. His terrifyingly erect penis nodded and swayed, tapping against Jeong Tae-ui’s thigh. In the mirror, flesh and flesh collided, entwined in a way that looked so obscene it left Tae-ui speechless.

'Ilay... you disgusting perverted madman...! Get it away! Why would you even...!'

'I told you. I said you’d recognize you belong to me. So right now, not only your figure reflected in that mirror but your real self sitting on my leg — they’re mine.'

'Nonsense! Why the hell would I belong to you!'

Jeong Tae-ui shouted, voice on the verge of tears.

This madman was truly driving him insane. His head felt like it was cooking and going crazy.

Whenever Tae-ui turned his head, Ilay stubbornly grabbed his chin and forced him to face the mirror. When Tae-ui closed his eyes, Ilay gripped his genitals so hard it made his vision turn white.

'Look. Look closely. I’m not telling you to recognize it. I said I’m the one who recognizes you’re mine. You just have to watch. See me recognizing you as mine.'

'That’s sophistry! Ilay! You crazy bastard! Stop it... damn it... I told you, if you want to fuck, just fuck me! Why keep spouting this nonsense...?'

His voice trembled. His anger reached the tips of his hair, but the obscene body reflected clearly before him made his face flush with shame. He wanted to cry. Why had he gotten caught by this crazy bastard? Why hadn’t he escaped properly? Why had he gotten caught again? It was maddening.

Then it happened. Suddenly, his body felt like it was floating in midair. Panicked at losing balance, he struggled as Ilay spoke behind him.

'It’s okay. Stay still. I won’t drop you, so don’t tense up. ...You just got free, so don’t tense up and hurt yourself. Just stay still.'

Ilay slipped his hands under Tae-ui’s spread legs, lifting each knee. With his hips floating in the air, Tae-ui’s legs spread wide, losing balance.

'Watch carefully, Tae-ui. Don’t take your eyes off. Right now...'

Ilay bit Tae-ui’s nape, whispering softly. Tae-ui reflexively screamed, raising his gaze to the mirror.

At that moment, he was speechless.

He couldn’t even think of looking away, only dazedly staring at the reflection of himself.

No, more precisely, it wasn’t his own reflection but Ilay’s body overlapping his own.

Between his spread legs, where a persistent finger had recently entered, slightly opening the small mouth and reddening the heated inside, Ilay’s glans was just about to touch.

'Got it? You belong to me.'

As Ilay finished speaking, his penis began to push inside Tae-ui’s legs. The thick, swollen, monstrously erect glans pushed aggressively into his body.

Tae-ui screamed without realizing it. His body split apart. That enormous flesh, seemingly impossible to fit inside a human body, stretched him tight, barely inching its head inside.

'Good, good. Relax a little, don’t tense up... Tae-ui. You’re mine. Look, you’re spreading your lower half like this, swallowing my thing. See? I’m inside your body right now. You’re swallowing me.'

Ilay’s voice roughened. The piercing penetration fueled the desire in his voice. Each time he thrust his hips slightly, Tae-ui’s insides slowly grew wet.

And Tae-ui cried. This damn bastard, this wretched bastard — what’s so good about this? It still hurts so much. This inhuman bastard, just go to the stable, you damn bastard. Swearing countless curses that slipped unconsciously from his lips, Tae-ui trembled and curled his body.

Ilay exhaled a breath. The hot breath brushed Tae-ui’s shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine. His body burned and his crotch stood erect, but the pain caused it to fade again. Panting, Tae-ui struggled to pull away.

But at that moment, Ilay, holding Tae-ui up, relaxed his grip.

'…!!'

He couldn’t even scream. His breath choked off, no sound escaped. Losing support, his slipping body sank weight onto Ilay’s penis.

He felt completely filled. As if splitting in two.

'Don’t cry. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re not torn. You’re doing very well. Relax... Yes, you’re doing very well — good boy.'

As if soothing a child, Ilay murmured in a low, rough voice full of desire. Tae-ui sobbed in pain, curling his body unconsciously to lessen the agony.

'Ah...!'

But as he curled, Tae-ui screamed. The thing filling his body swelled further. Ilay’s groan burst out.

'Good... good. Relax. Now...'

His hips began moving slowly. Even though Tae-ui felt like he might faint just by staying still, the mirror reflected his gradual, stronger thrusting. When Tae-ui sniffled and turned his head, Ilay grasped his chin, turned him, and kissed his cheek amid his moans of pleasure.

'Don’t cry. And remember well. Remember exactly what you see. What you’re swallowing between your legs is my penis, and the place it goes in is inside your body.'

Tae-ui cried. Not only because it hurt but because he couldn’t bear this blatant scene in front of him.

Ilay kissed and licked everywhere his mouth could reach — Tae-ui’s neck, ears, cheeks, face, lips — as if obsessively ensuring no place was left untouched.

'Remember well, Tae-ui. From today — from now on, every day, you are mine.'

The gentle, sweet whisper softly licked his cheek.

Tae-ui stared blankly at the ceiling, his face soaked with tears, his mind too exhausted even to curse.

This madman. What the hell is this ‘It’s not you recognizing, it’s me recognizing’ bullshit? In the end, isn’t this just brainwashing, you damn bastard?

Jeong Tae-ui woke up when Rita came to wake him for the third time.

According to Rita, she had already come twice before — once 30 minutes earlier, and once 15 minutes earlier — telling him to get up and eat. And both times, Tae-ui supposedly nodded and said he’d come soon. But Tae-ui had no memory of that.

He remembered calmly getting up when Rita first came, but that first visit Rita had been very annoyed.

'Please don’t make me come three times for nothing.'

She spoke sharply with a cold expression and left the room. Tae-ui apologized even though he didn’t remember doing anything wrong, then stared blankly at the door and sighed. Lately, she seemed to treat him somewhat warmly, but today he messed it all up in one go. Tae-ui felt regretful but kept staring at the door. Then he wondered why he was so dazed and turned his gaze to the ceiling.

'What’s wrong, Tae-ui... snap out of it.'

His mind was blank; thoughts wouldn’t come.

He slapped both cheeks hard enough to sting, then opened his eyes. The sting seemed to sober him slightly, but as soon as he was awake, he collapsed onto the bed again.

His body ached terribly. He was so tired he felt like dying. His back was so weak he felt he couldn’t even walk.

Tae-ui struggled on the bed with a body that had been through hell. Why couldn’t people freely erase memories? He envied that ability in machines. He lay depressed all morning until the grandfather clock in the living room chimed softly. He got up again — if he didn’t hurry to the dining room, Rita would come again with an angry face. Even if his body split in two, he had to be there before she came. Tae-ui feared Rita the most in this house.

He carefully crawled out of bed. As soon as his foot touched the floor, his lower back ached terribly, preventing him from standing straight for a while. But after some time, he could move a little.

Leaning on the table, Tae-ui stood awkwardly and sighed quietly. Still, this was better than before. At first, he thought he was going to die and couldn’t get out of bed the next day. But today, he probably couldn’t avoid bleeding from the toilet all day.

He felt depressed. The pain made him gloomy, and thinking about yesterday’s act made him even sadder. He wanted to cry.

That bastard. I told him if he wanted to fuck me, just do it. But he actually fucked me with that ridiculously huge thing. I know I almost died last time we did that. What a really awful bastard.

Tae-ui tried walking slowly in place. His groin ached each step, but he could at least walk a little. He thought the cane he leaned on because of his shattered ankle would be really useful today.

The only thing he could forgive.

The only thing.

He did appreciate that after the act, when he was lying trembling on the bed unable to move, Ilay took care of everything cleanly — carrying him to the bathroom, washing him inside and out, helping him get dressed, cleaning the chair and bed, taking away dirty clothes and sheets. Yes, that was one thing Ilay had always done well.

Tae-ui slowly washed himself, changed clothes, and hurried out of the room before Rita could come again. But unfortunately, as he limped toward the door, his gaze caught a mirror leaning diagonally beside it. Absentmindedly checking himself in the mirror, Tae-ui suddenly froze.

'...'

His face heated up. Not just his face — his ears, neck, and head felt burning hot.

He thought of something he shouldn’t have since morning. Just thinking about it made him feel like going crazy again.

Ilay. Ilay Riegrow.

That bastard was definitely trying to leap beyond madness into a new stage. And Tae-ui didn’t want to be the foundation for that leap, but somehow, he was becoming exactly that. Tae-ui wiped his dry cheek with the back of his hand. His cheek felt scorching hot.

Should I wash my face again?

Just as he was about to walk back to the bathroom after looking at himself in the mirror, he heard movement from the kitchen. Quickly, he left the room again.

Limiting his limp enough not to look strange to others — for the first time, Tae-ui thought it was fortunate his ankle was broken — he headed toward the dining room. From afar, he saw Rita, who was just about to leave with a cold expression, spotting him and going back inside. If he had gone to wash his face, Rita would have been really angry. As he moved, he suddenly thought, ‘Huh,’ recalling a vague memory. He seemed to mutter to himself, ‘I mustn’t get hated by Rita.’

'...'

Tae-ui tilted his head, slowly recalling a memory very faintly.

Rita really had come three times this morning.

The first time, he was groggy and barely conscious, so he murmured something like a reply and collapsed again.

The second time, he was somewhat better but still hovering around sleep’s edge. He heard Rita say, somewhat angrily, ‘Please don’t make me come twice in a row,’ then heard her footsteps leave. He thought he had to get up quickly, or Rita would hate him, so he muttered anxiously, then fell asleep again.

And the third time, just a moment ago, he finally woke up.

'... …?'

Tae-ui silently pondered and tilted his head. When he searched his memory quietly, it seemed those weren’t the only times. In a faint, vague memory — perhaps a dream or reality — he thought he was holding someone and crying, begging, ‘Please take that guy away.’

'...Or not?'

But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t recall anyone who fit that. Surely he wouldn’t have begged Ilay himself to take that bastard away, and not Rita either — Rita would have been angry if he had. She would’ve thought they were mistreating her ‘young master.’

Probably just a delusion.

Tae-ui sighed deeply and shuffled on.

He couldn’t mess around with Ilay. The physical toll was too severe. Getting fucked until he passed out left no strength. Though yesterday was ‘better,’ once before, he’d been fucked so much he passed out from exhaustion and barely regained consciousness, only to find Ilay still clutching below his waist.

At that moment, a terrifying memory flashed through Tae-ui’s mind.

—From today — from now on, every day, you are mine.

Ilay’s rough breath whispered in his ear. His face heated again.

He hoped not, but maybe not. Could it be that this was an invitation to repeat that frequently from now on?

Tae-ui’s face hardened. He stood frozen, staring at the floor for a long time.

'... Which is easier to endure — not inserting but doing it for a long time, or inserting but not doing it for so long...?'

He muttered painfully.

Yesterday, he thought he was going to die from pain. And last time, he thought he was going to die from exhaustion.

'Neither is okay, neither... That bastard is no good...'

Tae-ui muttered gloomily as he entered the dining room.

Then —

'Who says what’s no good?'

A voice, rich with laughter, asked as if responding to his muttering.

Startled, Tae-ui raised his head and saw Kyle at the table, «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» adding, 'Good morning.'

'Ah... good morning.'

Tae-ui bowed his head and sat down in his usual seat. Then his eyes briefly met the man sitting across from him.