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Since their son was already grown, there was no need to worry about appearances. If Yu-jin had cared about gossip, she never should have married Sungho in the first place. She hesitated for a moment, but considering how attentive Hyeontae had been to her—unlike Sungho—and recalling his diligence during their university days, she decided he was the better choice. Besides, Hyeontae was the CEO of a thriving company and quite tall. Socially and physically, he outmatched Sungho in every way. Whether they had a real marriage or just kept up appearances, he was the perfect man to silence the rumors.
Hyeontae, who had clawed his way to success since university—the very success that had once captivated Sungho’s attention—was now more than worthy of Yu-jin’s choice. Ironically, that same success would play a crucial role in executing his plan to ruin Sungho.
They decided to marry in the autumn. Yu-jin wasn’t particularly keen on a wedding ceremony, but Hyeontae insisted on a small one for his parents’ sake. Though they initially opposed their son bringing home a divorcée, they eventually relented, acknowledging that options were limited at his age and that Yu-jin was a highly capable career woman. With the persuasive skills he’d honed in business, Hyeontae had no trouble winning them over. The real priority was what came next.
They say you only marry once. I’ll make sure it’s unforgettable.
His plan began then. By summer, he had to be ready to take everything from Sungho. Under the pretense of a pre-marital cohabitation trial, Hyeontae moved into the “new” home with a vial of hypnotic incense.
And that’s where he first met Hyeonjun. His heart skipped a beat. Hyeonjun looked exactly like Sungho in his twenties. That made him all the more ruthless in dragging Hyeonjun down to the lowest depths.
Watching Hyeonjun call him Dad and Darling while performing lewd acts filled him with exhilaration.
Yes, this suits you, Hyung. This is the real you.
Just imagining Sungho reduced to that state made his cock throb. This was Hyeontae’s deepest, darkest secret—a sadistic streak that had only grown sharper with age, not faded. If anything, it had become more meticulous, more cunning.
Hyeonjun was easy to manipulate because, through Yu-jin, Hyeontae had pieced together the family’s situation. The idea that Hyeonjun had no clue about this kind of relationship amused him. Adult matters aren’t for kids to understand. He almost pitied Hyeonjun—for having such a terrible father.
So he took it upon himself to teach Hyeonjun pleasure, thoroughly and enthusiastically. Whether it was inherited from his mother or not, Hyeonjun was quick to learn, his intelligence a stark contrast to Sungho’s clumsiness. That dichotomy fascinated Hyeontae.
Step by step, the plan unfolded. When he received the report that Sungho had been successfully imprisoned, a triumphant drumbeat echoed in his chest. The final phase was near.
***
Yu-jin’s complaints echoed in Hyeontae’s mind again, and he sighed, feigning irritation.
“What are you talking about? You told me yourself that Hyung bragged about raping Sunbae.”
“I… did?”
“Yeah. You said Kim Yu-jin was nothing special, that you’d marry her if she got pregnant anyway.”
“When did I ever say that?”
“You must’ve mumbled it in your sleep so often you don’t even remember. Tsk.”
“Y-you…”
“Oh, does it piss you off when I say it like this? I’m not the same Hyeontae from before, Hyung. You’ve got no shame… How could you do that to Sunbae?”
“What business is it of yours?!”
“Oh, but I’m her husband now. Your authority over her is over, Mr. Sungho.”
Sungho trembled, more furious than he’d ever been. Hyeontae chuckled.
“Your son is mine now too. Poor thing. If you hadn’t been so stubborn, I might’ve gone easier on you. There were things I could’ve kept from you… but you threw that chance away.”
“W-what…?”
“What? No comeback? Should’ve studied more. Your logic is terrible… Hyeonjun must’ve had a bad aftertaste. No talent, huh?”
“Y-you insane bastard…!”
“Ah, so you could scheme to rape your wife into marriage, but you draw the line at your own son? Too bad. Now you’re the world’s biggest piece of shit—fucking in sync with your son.”
“You crazy fuck… you’re crazy…”
“I told you to work on your logic. Hyeonjun’s actually happy now. Did you ever listen to his worries? I’m his dad now. You’ve lost everything to me.”
Hyeontae gazed into Sungho’s eyes, savoring his triumph. Sungho’s body shook, and his next move was to swing a fist—but Hyeontae caught it effortlessly.
“Hyung. Hitting me won’t change anything. I’m married to Yu-jin. I’m Hyeonjun’s dad. And you? You’re just a cock-hungry whore with nothing but debt. What do you even have?”
“Shut up…! What the fuck do you know?! Fuck, what do you—”
“I know everything. I’ve known since university that you raped your way into marriage. What else is there to know? Your pathetic, bruised ego?”
“Fuck you! Shut the fuck up!”
“Ah, resorting to curses when you’re cornered. But that changes nothing. Fine, let’s talk about something else. How were the cocks?”
“You bastard—!”
“Let’s skip the ‘bastard’ talk. We’re grown men. It’s beneath us.”
“You… you don’t have the right to say that! You’re a rapist…”
“Why introduce yourself? You want to blame me? Who did I rape?”
“Me… you raped me…”
“When? I never touched you. Swear on it. Even when you were drunk and spreading your legs for anyone, I never laid a finger on you.”
Hyeontae pulled out his phone and sent a message somewhere before slipping it back into his pocket.
“Sigh. You just don’t listen. Maybe you’re only interested in men who fuck you.”
“Who the hell are you to—”
“We should have a family gathering. Even if you’re divorced… blood is blood.”
The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent space, and Sungho tensed. He was alone—until Hyeonjun arrived, just as expected.
“Dad.”
“Here already?”
Hyeontae greeted him warmly, smirking. Hyeonjun wore nothing but a sheer, translucent shirt, his nipples covered with bandages.
“Hyeonjun was just catching up with his real dad. Haven’t seen each other in a while, so I called him over. What do you think? Long time no see—how’s it feel to see your dad?”
Hyeonjun sneered. “Disgusting.”
No further words were needed—it was enough to devastate Sungho. He already knew how wretched he looked.
“Well… since your son’s here, at least wash up. Hygiene matters, even if you love cum so much.”
“What the hell do you want…? What are you trying to say?”
“Your son’s better than you in that department. Oh, did we talk too long? Your fans are here. Hyeonjun, let’s give them space.”
Hyeontae led Hyeonjun out of the glass enclosure, leaving Sungho with the group of men who had come to “service” him. His gaze remained fixed on the two outside—Hyeonjun watching his pathetic state, chatting and laughing with Hyeontae.
Gossiping? Mocking?
Hyeontae’s cruel words echoed in his mind. No remorse, huh? The hands forcing his legs apart felt surreal. Hyeonjun’s disgusted expression was unbearable.
“N-no… stop…! I-I don’t want you to see…”
“Oh, but you’re already hard. And that’s your son out there. Guess getting fucked in front of him turns you on, huh?”
“Fucking pervert… you like this, don’t you?”
As if to taunt Hyeonjun and Hyeontae, the men spread Sungho’s legs toward them, fucking him roughly. Sungho shook his head desperately, but there was no escaping their grip.
“Ahh! N-no, ah—ah, ahhh—!”
His body responded as trained. His prostate, his deepest spots stimulated, his cock spurted cum. It splattered against the glass wall, dripping down slowly.
“Hah… ha… Dad…”
“Seeing Hyeonjun fucking makes you want it again, huh?”
“Y-yes… unnh…”
“Hmm… but it’s embarrassing in front of your son. Might ruin his fun. For now… I’ll only allow the front.”
He spoke as if granting a favor. Hyeonjun smiled sweetly. “Thank you.” Lifting the thin fabric, he already gripped his fully erect cock, stroking it—not from Sungho’s presence, but from the sight of the many cocks surrounding him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
