“Ahhk! Hngh, ah…!”
Cha Eun-soo’s bare body, pressed down beneath Joo Cheong-gyeong, was flushed not only with heat but also covered in greedy bite marks. His skin was mottled red, the intensity of their act leaving no room for pacing or restraint. His flushed buttocks, repeatedly pounded, looked ready to burst from the heat.
Joo Cheong-gyeong’s cock, already having released his cum several times, scraped through the slick inner walls, now soaked and eager, plunging deep into the soft, trembling recesses. Even though his hole had gone slack, the tight inner folds kept clamping down, driving him to spill again and again. Licking his lips, dry from arousal, Joo Cheong-gyeong traced his hand over Eun-soo’s stomach.
Sensing the threat, Eun-soo shuddered and shook his head frantically. It felt like he might be pressed down and crushed at any moment.
“Don’t—nngh, not there, nghh, ah—!”
“You want me to press it?”
Cheong-gyeong whispered teasingly in his ear, voice laced with laughter. And before Eun-soo could even answer, his palm pushed down hard on his abdomen.
“……! Huuuugh!”
Eun-soo arched his back with a breathless cry, his head snapping back as a kiss landed sweetly on his flushed cheek.
“I remember—you used to love this.”
Cheong-gyeong’s voice was tinged with reminiscence, though his hips never stopped driving. Frothy streams of cum spattered over Eun-soo’s ass and Cheong-gyeong’s toned abs.
“Your whole body, Eun-soo-ssi… ngh, it doesn’t matter where I touch—it all drives you wild…”
“Mmhhmph…!”
“But I think this gets the best reaction.”
Each thrust timed with a firm press on Eun-soo’s lower belly. Eun-soo could feel his body, trained and sharpened by Cheong-gyeong over time, now helplessly lost to the pleasure. His cock, dangling below, was dripping clear fluid nonstop.
“Nngghh…! Aaaahhh!”
Eun-soo screamed, body convulsing. The pleasure, so intense it was terrifying, ripped through him. Overwhelmed by the sight and sound of Eun-soo’s response, Cheong-gyeong let out a filthy curse and began thrusting even more violently. Eun-soo, rocked back and forth by the force of it, trembled in spasms. His insides mirrored the shaking.
“Kuh…!”
With a grunt, Cheong-gyeong rammed in hard, burying himself deep. Eun-soo’s vision went white, his mouth falling open. Sweat and tears streaked down his flushed cheeks. At that moment, the cock buried inside him pulsed and released, shooting thick spurts of cum that filled him to the brim. The sensation of his insides being slammed and flooded made Eun-soo’s fingers, braced against the floor, go white at the knuckles.
As he finished, Cheong-gyeong licked up along Eun-soo’s shoulder, savoring the afterglow. Eun-soo, gasping for breath, felt the heat of that tongue creeping across his skin.
Then came the slow, wet drag of it down his spine, burning and tingling. A soft moan escaped him.
He couldn’t tell anymore—was Cheong-gyeong trying to fuck him, or devour him whole?
His entire body was covered in bite marks so fierce they seemed ready to draw blood. It was obvious—Joo Cheong-gyeong was desperate to leave his mark. The intent to spite Shim Tae-seong was clear as day.
The overstimulating sensation of being bitten and sucked to the brink of bleeding made the hole clenched around his thick cock twitch involuntarily. And right on cue, Cheong-gyeong’s cock, already hardening again, didn’t even surprise Eun-soo anymore.
“Ahhht…”
“Haa, mm…”
Cheong-gyeong straightened his upper body and began pulling out of the soaked, sticky heat. He didn’t want to leave, but if he kept cumming at this rate, it was certain Eun-soo’s body wouldn’t handle it. He had to give him a brief break. His eyes drifted down to their point of connection. The swollen, pale entrance clung for a moment as the shaft slowly withdrew, then settled back into place once the head slipped free.
From the overworked hole, semen spilled in thick globs. The viscous fluid stretched, heavy and sticky, before plopping down. Watching it ooze like that made Cheong-gyeong’s cock feel even heavier in response.
“Get up so the cum drains better.”
The words came out soft, yet humiliating, deliberately degrading. He let go of Eun-soo’s slender waist. But Eun-soo, completely spent, couldn’t even support himself and collapsed sideways. Cheong-gyeong could have caught him—but chose not to. In his eyes, the sight of Eun-soo crumpled like that looked strangely pitiful.
He didn’t even seem aware of the semen still dripping between his legs, just lay there curled up like a shrimp, panting hard.
His eyes, glazed and brimming with tears, held nothing now but the aftermath of forced pleasure. It was like he’d stopped thinking altogether, overtaken by the sheer physical high.
Cheong-gyeong’s brow furrowed. Thump. Thump. His chest beat with a dull discomfort.
…It was a self-inflicted unease.
Still, he’d managed to tame the body, at least. That counted for something.
Oblivious to the shift in Cheong-gyeong’s mood, Eun-soo’s consciousness was steadily slipping away. With a worn-out body came the natural pull of sleep.
Then, suddenly, a shadow loomed over him. Eun-soo, dazed, looked up into Cheong-gyeong’s face, blurry in his vision. His crimson-tinged eyes were twisted with something unreadable.
What the fuck is this? Eun-soo thought bitterly. You fucked me like an animal and now you’re pulling this? Just because I didn’t behave the way you wanted? Something about Cheong-gyeong’s mood had shifted—clearly. But Eun-soo, overcome with exhaustion, didn’t dwell on it too deeply.
He simply tried to raise his body, swaying weakly.
And that’s when Cheong-gyeong’s lips slowly lowered onto his.
“…Mmh.”
Eun-soo shut his eyes, assuming it was the beginning of another heated kiss.
But to his surprise, it wasn’t. Unlike the rough dominance Cheong-gyeong had shown until now, he didn’t immediately force his tongue in. Instead, he gently brushed his lips with the tip of his tongue, softly tracing and grazing before finally taking them in, barely touching, moving with delicate friction. Their tender mouths pressed and rubbed, sharing a warm, slick exchange of saliva.
It was so affectionate—it felt dissonant, almost unreal.
It was more startling than any rough encounter they’d had before—so much so that it snapped Cha Eun-soo to his senses. And he didn’t bother to hide his confusion. A kiss this gentle, this ticklish, didn’t suit their relationship at all. A kiss driven by lust or even laced with cruelty—that would’ve made more sense.
Then came the moment Joo Cheong-gyeong’s tongue began to ease into his mouth. The pace was considerate, almost tender, as though he was being careful—but Eun-soo rejected it. Unable to adjust to this unfamiliar softness, he pushed at Cheong-gyeong’s shoulder and turned his head away.
Joo Cheong-gyeong found himself staring directly at Eun-soo—his eyes now clear, his wet lips trembling.
“…Why?”
“……”
“Do you not like it?”
He asked softly. Eun-soo bit his lower lip hard, refusing to answer.
A heavy, icy silence settled between them.
“I see. Guess this kind of thing really isn’t to your taste.”
Nodding as though he fully understood, Joo Cheong-gyeong’s voice was calm.
“Then I’ll just give you what you want—until the very end.”
His crimson eyes curved into crescents, but there wasn’t the slightest trace of amusement in the expression. With savage force, he grabbed Eun-soo’s legs and spread them wide.
***
Shim Tae-seong knew Joo Cheong-gyeong didn’t harbor good feelings toward him. It was only natural—after all, they had each taken Cha Eun-soo from one another at some point. It was mutual. So he didn’t feel wronged. The animosity went both ways.
But never before had he wanted to kill Joo Cheong-gyeong as much as he did now.
Like a displayed exhibit meant to be seen, Cha Eun-soo lay curled inside the cell. Tae-seong stared at him, taking slow, deep breaths. His chest rose and fell with force. His fists were clenched so tightly that blood had begun to bead from the crescent marks his nails dug into his palms.
Until he could rein in the murderous urge bubbling up inside him, he couldn’t step through that door. If he lost control of his strength, he might end up hurting Eun-soo instead.
It hadn’t even occurred to him that Eun-soo might’ve been treated worse than an animal. How could they—how dare they? Cha Eun-soo was their lifeline, their savior. Even if they fought over him—stole him from one another—he was someone to be cherished. Even if they wanted to cage him, bind him, it should never have been like this.
Gritting his teeth, Shim Tae-seong grabbed the bars of the cell.
CRACK.
With a crushing sound, the solid metal bars bent like clay in his powerful grip and were ripped away without resistance.
The sound must have stirred him. Eun-soo’s eyes, weak and barely open, fluttered. His hollow gaze landed on the figure approaching him. Tae-seong felt something twist in his chest—those were the brown eyes he’d ached for so desperately.
“Young Master.”
Reaching him at last, Shim Tae-seong lowered himself to the ground. His expression, hardened by rage and worry, looked down at Cha Eun-soo.
Eyes barely in focus lingered on Shim Tae-seong for a long, unmoving moment.
“Bodyguard-nim?”
It was a voice he hadn’t heard in so long. That faint whisper stirred a flood of tangled emotions within Shim Tae-seong. Even after being abandoned—no, because he’d been abandoned—the reverence he felt had only deepened. Alongside it surged loathing for himself, guilt for letting this happen, helpless sorrow… Emotions too heavy to speak aloud pressed down on him like a crushing weight.
Cha Eun-soo slowly blinked, then reached out his arm. But Shim Tae-seong, uncertain if he could maintain his restraint upon contact, cautiously pulled back.
Even so, Eun-soo didn’t seem startled or disappointed. He simply let his hand fall.
“I’m sorry.”
His once-dry eyes now welled with tears.
“I’m so, so sorry…”
It was as if he instinctively knew who deserved his apology, whispering it without hesitation. His expression, vacant except for remorse, seemed strangely detached—his very soul looked frayed, drained of all life.
Tae-seong felt like he couldn’t breathe. No matter how grave the hardship, Eun-soo had always managed to rise again. But now—for the first time—he feared he might not recover.
Heart burning, he silently removed his outer coat. Wrapping it gently around Eun-soo, he lifted him into his arms. The weight was far too light.
“…Don’t apologize.”
A familiar response. For a fleeting moment, Eun-soo’s eyes trembled.
With a somber expression, Shim Tae-seong scanned the surroundings. This place—this wretched prison—was no place for Eun-soo. He couldn’t allow him to stay here even a second longer.
Resolving to leave immediately, even if it meant pushing himself too far, he wasted no time and activated his ability.
