Not now, but back when he was kidnapped in the past—he could still vividly remember that intense standoff with Joo Cheong-gyeong. Honestly, he thought that same route would unfold this time too. Even the setting screamed it.
That psycho Joo Cheong-gyeong had locked him in a metal cage he’d prepared in advance inside his own home. The place was practically the size of a hall—so spacious that the structure holding him was barely a fixture, more like a small feature in the grand scheme. The luxurious interior clashed harshly with the presence of the cage, exposing the perverse depths of Joo Cheong-gyeong’s twisted nature.
He figured, once the energy waves stabilized and the guiding was done… the guy would just leave. Leave him alone until he started screaming, begging to be let out.
…That’s what he expected.
“Ha, kgh…”
“Hnngh, ah, ah!”
But there was no sign Joo Cheong-gyeong intended to leave. Even after the effects of the drug had worn off, he continued to fuck him—relentlessly, viciously, again and again. Said he was going to help him face reality… but what, was this the method? Grinding away without pause?
He’d long since become accustomed to being broken in by a cock, but Joo Cheong-gyeong’s sheer persistence was honestly awe-inspiring.
Every time he was on the verge of blacking out, Joo Cheong-gyeong would stop just long enough to make him drink some water. And once he regained a bit of clarity, the obsessive thrusting would resume like clockwork. He changed positions repeatedly, kneaded every inch of his body, working to prevent cramps or numbness from staying in the same position too long. While satisfying his own urges, he was also carefully managing Eun-soo’s endurance—his control was… something else entirely.
No matter how much he hated Joo Cheong-gyeong, he had to admit the bastard’s skill—and the pleasure flooding his body—were both insane.
Fuck, how the hell is he this good?
This asshole must’ve been born just to fuck him.
“P-please, aah… please…”
His voice trembled, nearly breaking as he pleaded desperately. Begging him to stop. To just let him rest.
His mind was so fogged over he wasn’t even sure if he could think straight anymore. Every inch of his naked, heat-soaked body ached, and yet, even then, the cum packed deep inside his belly was being stirred up again by that throbbing cock, making him flinch and shudder uncontrollably.
This is insane. Just how many times has he come already?
No exaggeration—he was sure he’d gained weight from it. The sheer stamina Joo Cheong-gyeong displayed, still rock-hard and unrelenting, hit him all over again like a shockwave.
S-Ranks weren’t human. That was the conclusion he decided on.
“Hh—kgh…!”
Gripping his bound ankle with one hand and raising it, Joo Cheong-gyeong drove his hips forward with brutal force. That thing, targeting the deepest part inside him, gave a brief tremble just before release.
And then it spilled. Hard.
Thick cum gushed out, slamming into the already overflowing depths and making them churn. Eun-soo sucked in a ragged breath at the sensation. He instinctively pressed a hand to his painfully swollen stomach, his mouth falling open in dazed disbelief.
“Haah…!”
“…What should I do with you, Eun-soo?”
Joo Cheong-gyeong let out a breathy murmur. His flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes looked down at him, smoldering with lingering heat. Beads of sweat traced down from his cheekbone, slipping along the curve of his neck. Below, his chiseled chest rose and fell with each breath, stealing Eun-soo’s gaze without permission.
“If I pull out now, it’s going to flood.”
…Fucking hell, that filthy mouth of his.
And yet, it made him throb.
“If you want, I can just stay like this. Keep it from spilling out.”
Was he trying to play plug now? Joo Cheong-gyeong gave a teasing little roll of his hips, deliberately nudging the thick cock still buried deep, sealing him up completely. Eun-soo shook his head with all the strength he could muster. He didn’t even have the energy to form words anymore.
“Just kidding.”
Joo Cheong-gyeong gave a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow as he said it. Then he fell silent, seemingly savoring the aftermath of his climax.
While Joo Cheong-gyeong’s breathing gradually settled, Eun-soo’s heart still thundered like it might burst from his chest. His breath came in ragged gasps, refusing to calm down. Joo Cheong-gyeong, who hadn’t taken his eyes off him once, finally began to pull his hips back—slowly, carefully.
He could feel the slick inner walls clinging to the shaft as it was drawn out, dragging slightly with it. The sensation sent a shiver straight through him, his toes curling involuntarily. It was almost shamefully erotic. Joo Cheong-gyeong seemed to feel it too, letting out a low sigh of satisfaction as if reluctant to part from the body that clung so tightly to him. But in the end, he slid it out completely in one long motion.
A flood of thick, sticky fluid gushed out the moment he was gone. The frothy mixture of semen that had been trapped inside spilled out helplessly, coating the entrance before oozing down in a slow, warm stream beneath his ass. The sensation of liquid pooling underneath him sent goosebumps racing across his skin.
Joo Cheong-gyeong gently lowered his legs, then leaned down over him. Their lips met, tongues tangling in a kiss that was far from simple. He wasn’t just kissing—he was sharing breath, regulating Eun-soo’s rhythm, syncing their breathing. As their chests pressed close, Eun-soo’s trembling exhales slowly calmed, and his body relaxed into the slow, steady motion.
Then Joo Cheong-gyeong moved to kiss his eyelids, which were fluttering open and closed with exhaustion.
“Tired?”
That bastard had the audacity to ask that—to the one whose body was wrecked from forcibly having his volatile energy waves purged. If he passed out now, it wouldn’t be sleep. It would be pure unconsciousness.
“Hmm? Eun-soo.”
“…Yeah.”
Eun-soo nodded faintly, dazed and heavy with exhaustion, like someone under hypnosis. Even as the sticky fluids continued to drip from his ruined hole.
Joo Cheong-gyeong stroked his hair gently, murmuring with a hint of disappointment.
“Looks like that’s your limit. Shame… I’m still not done.”
“…Well. Too bad, I suppose.”
He gave Eun-soo’s temples a soft rub, as if granting reluctant permission.
“Let’s get up and see each other again, okay?”
The moment those familiar words reached his ears, his eyes fell shut.
***
The second first guiding… Saying it like that sounded ridiculous, but whatever the case, guiding an S-Rank in a completely wrecked state always left his body in tatters. Even if the process—sex—wasn’t particularly wild or messy, it was still utterly exhausting.
But this time? Even if it had been nothing but plain sex, without the guiding, he would’ve still been out cold for at least a full day. Honestly, it might’ve been better if he had just blacked out during the whole thing.
He pried open his aching eyes with effort. He was still lying on the floor, wrists and ankles bound.
God… this is brutal. Was there really any need to insist on restraining all four limbs? It’s not like he could fight back anymore—he was already completely at this bastard’s mercy. The lack of even the slightest compassion was overwhelming.
It probably wasn’t just for Joo Cheong-gyeong’s own satisfaction like his brother. No, this had to be about making him feel disrespected. Making it clear he was nothing more than someone to dominate.
Still, at least his body had been cleaned. There was no residual discomfort in his abdomen or his ass. Would’ve been nice if he’d been given clothes too… but no. Completely naked. Any normal person would be drowning in shame by now. Not that it was cold or anything.
“Sleep well?”
That casual voice floated over, light and unbothered.
He turned his head to look. Outside the metal cage, Joo Cheong-gyeong sat on a sofa, legs crossed, like he was admiring a well-crafted piece of art.
“Beautiful.”
“……”
“I could look at you all day and never get tired.”
…Fucking lunatic. A cold shiver ran down his spine.
“But I can’t. And that pisses me off.”
He muttered the words with a look that made it painfully clear he was more unhinged than the last time they’d met.
Eun-soo didn’t let his horror show. He remained motionless, sprawled out on the floor, eyes empty as he stared into space like a man who’d gone so far past his mental limit that everything had just exploded into nothing.
Wouldn’t it be stranger not to fall apart at this point?
After enduring humiliation and submission under Jang Hee-gang, he’d been rescued in silence by his strangely colder brother—Cha Eun-hyuk—and had found at least some semblance of safety. And then… suddenly kidnapped and imprisoned by Joo Cheong-gyeong?
At this point, he couldn’t help but sense that everything was following some kind of plan. So even as he tried to reject Joo Cheong-gyeong’s claim that his brother had handed him over, a part of him… quietly began to wonder. What if…?
And then, he fell into a pit of guilt and self-loathing for even entertaining that thought. Who was he to doubt his brother, after he’d chosen betrayal and escape in the first place? Suspecting someone like Eun-hyuk—someone whose very nature would never allow for such a thing—was selfish in the cruelest way.
Maybe Joo Cheong-gyeong had sensed that tiny sliver of doubt, and that’s what had irritated him. Maybe he’d picked up on it, faintly. Whatever the case, Eun-soo never mentioned his brother again, never sobbed for him, never pleaded using his name.
He just lay there like a corpse—wrecked by pain and regret—while Joo Cheong-gyeong stared down at him.
“Hungry?”
“……”
“When I asked what kind of food you liked… all I got was cursing.”
It sounded like he’d contacted his brother.
“So I asked, ‘Do you want him starving while he’s stuck with me?’… Only then did he give me a proper answer.”
He rose to his feet. Then, picking up a plate and a glass of water from the table, he began walking toward the cage.
The door opened with a loud clank, then shut again behind him. Joo Cheong-gyeong sat down next to him on the floor and gently helped him sit up. Eun-soo didn’t resist the touch—just let his back fall against the other man’s chest.
And naturally, his gaze fell to the plate in his hand.
“…!”
Even though he’d just woken up and had no appetite, the food looked incredibly tempting. It was a dish of scallops, plated with delicate precision, like something crafted by a professional chef. It looked delicious, but the problem was…
That.
“Eun-soo?”
Joo Cheong-gyeong tilted his chin up and turned his face.
Their eyes met—and tears were already brimming in his.
“Why are you crying all of a sudden?”
Why the fuck do you think? It hit him, all at once—Joo Cheong-gyeong really had spoken with his brother.
Only family would know what his absolute favorite food was. And now, only his brother.
His face crumpled as a tide of confusion and despair rose up inside him.
Why…?
His last memory of his brother was of him saying “I love you” over and over again. That made all this even harder to believe. How could he? Why the hell would he…?
Emotions carefully buried came surging back, making his lips tremble violently.
Joo Cheong-gyeong watched him quietly, fascinated by the moment Eun-soo began to realize just how fucked he truly was.
And of course, this bastard—he must have been aiming for exactly this reaction from the very beginning.
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