“Ah, ah! Yes, oh, yes, ah!”
Thrust after thrust, the hot flesh pounded deep into the hole, striking the inner walls like a relentless storm. The forceful penetration, followed by a swift withdrawal, only to plunge back in, mercilessly stretched the tender flesh. Each time the glans pressed against the entrance before thrusting deep inside, a clear, viscous fluid trickled out from the gaping hole.
“Ah, inside, there, press, ah!”
The thick head of the cock rubbed against a swollen, sensitive spot deep within, making Seong-hyeon’s body tremble.
“Ah, ah! Yes! Ah, ah!”
Panting heavily, Seong-hyeon’s body convulsed, and a stream of slightly diluted semen spurted from his genitals, dripping onto the man’s broad chest and trickling down his abs. The sweat-soaked skin made a sticky sound each time it touched and parted, mixing with the semen.
“I, ah, now, ah!”
His plea trailed off as the man’s cock thrust deep again, making Seong-hyeon’s body jerk with the impact. After multiple climaxes, Seong-hyeon’s member could barely stay erect.
He had begged for his husband’s cock, and the man had taken him four times in the living room—from the front, back, side, and standing up. Afterward, the man carried the limp Seong-hyeon to the bed, still buried inside him. Praising how well Seong-hyeon’s hole gripped his cock, the man resumed his relentless thrusting in the bedroom. The overstimulated hole felt nothing but numbness after hours of intense penetration.
“Now, ah, what? Hmm, Seong-hyeon?”
The man’s lips brushed against Seong-hyeon’s eyes, lips, and nose, kissing and gently biting his cheek without pausing his thrusts.
“I, ah, tired, ah! I want, to rest, ah!”
“Rest? But Seong-hyeon’s pussy is still begging for more.”
Indeed, unlike the numb entrance, the inner walls clung greedily to the cock, milking it with every thrust. The heated friction had melted the inner flesh, which now clung to the thick shaft, drawing it deeper.
“Ah, but, ah, too fast, ah, please, slower, ah!”
“Slower?”
“Yes! Ah, slower, ah!”
Before Seong-hyeon could finish his plea, the cockhead plunged deep inside, stretching the tight inner walls. He instinctively cried out, writhing in a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Ah, it’s, tearing, inside, too much, ah!”
“Shh, it’s okay, Seong-hyeon.”
Ha-jin adjusted his hips, pressing the cockhead firmly against the deepest part, making Seong-hyeon shudder and gasp, drooling slightly.
“Here.”
The man’s fingertips traced the outline of his cock visible through Seong-hyeon’s lower abdomen.
“Seong-hyeon’s womb isn’t fully open yet. I need to go deeper.”
“Ah, my womb……”
For a moment, a bright flash lit up Seong-hyeon’s vision, and a scene flashed before his eyes. A stark white room. Himself, bound. A man carving something into his belly…………….
Thrust!
“Ah!”
The sensation of being filled to the brim vanished, replaced by the relentless pressure of the cock pushing deeper inside. The strange vision faded from Seong-hyeon’s mind.
“Ah, ah, stretching, ah!”
“Stretching?”
“Yes! Ah, inside, stretching, ah, making way, for your cock, ah!”
Words tumbled out uncontrollably from his gaping mouth. Tears streamed down his cheeks, making his eyes shine like black marbles. Despite the discomfort, an overwhelming pleasure surged through him, making his hole clench and release around the cock. Ha-jin gripped Seong-hyeon’s buttocks, slowly moving his hips as the tight passage squeezed and relaxed around him.
“Ah… Does it feel good, darling?”
“Yes, ah, feels good, ah, inside, ah, your cock, ah, feels so good!”
Thrust! Ha-jin quickened his pace, slamming hard into Seong-hyeon, who cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. His long fingers found Seong-hyeon’s left nipple, swollen from being sucked, and twisted it.
“Let’s get the ring resized again.”
Ring. Again. Those words made Seong-hyeon’s vision blur once more. He remembered sitting on a plush sofa, his chest exposed, a diamond ring on his left nipple. The man teasing him, saying his nipple needed to grow so the ring wouldn’t fall off.
“Ring, ah, dia, diamonds?”
The man paused briefly, a fleeting, indescribable expression crossing his face before disappearing.
“Yes. Diamonds. I’ll get you a beautiful one, darling.”
“Ah, ah!”
The man gripped Seong-hyeon’s waist, pulling him closer. Seong-hyeon, impaled on the man’s cock, screamed as the penetration deepened. The hot cockhead pressed against the deepest part of his passage, a place that felt forbidden and strange. His body convulsed uncontrollably.
“There, ah, no, ah, feels, weird, ah, something’s, coming, ah!”
Even though it felt like a place that shouldn’t be breached, his hole eagerly swallowed the thick cock. And when the hard tip finally forced open the tightest entrance—
“Ah!”
A gush of clear liquid spurted from Seong-hyeon’s soft cock, soaking both of them. It flowed like a stream, drenching their bodies as Seong-hyeon trembled in ecstasy.
Seong-hyeon’s head fell back, and the world turned a blinding white, then pitch black. Exhaustion overtook him, and his eyes fluttered closed.
“Seong-hyeon.”
He felt a gentle hand stroking his hair.
“……I love you.”
Forever.
With that whisper, Seong-hyeon’s world faded to darkness.
***
In the darkness, a voice echoed.
‘Yoon Seong-hyeon.’
‘You beat up a classmate until he broke his leg and nearly blinded him.’
‘You forced kids to eat trash in front of everyone, you piece of shit.’
‘But I think you’re so cute.’
‘So, Seong-hyeon’
‘Let’s get married.’
A stranger touched Seong-hyeon’s face and undressed him.
‘Yes. My name. If you remember my name, Seong-hyeon, everything will be okay.’
‘If you’re so curious, just look in the yearbook.’
He altered Seong-hyeon’s body as he pleased.
‘Who am I? I’m your husband, Seong-hyeon.’
‘The one who always satisfies your hungry pussy. Forgot already?’
He shattered Seong-hyeon’s mind and left him in chaos.
‘Be a good boy, Seong-hyeon.’
‘You remember to get ready when you sit on my lap.’
He made Seong-hyeon believe that loving him and being loved by him was natural.
‘……Yes, Seong-hyeon’
‘Let’s fix this.’
He pretended to let Seong-hyeon go but never truly did.
‘I could never let you go, Seong-hyeon.’
Seong-hyeon had never escaped from the man.
‘Mr. Seong-hyeon? Glad you made it safely. Welcome.’
‘Shall we start with introductions?’
From start to finish, he was toyed with, manipulated. The blind date, the tailored dates—all a deception.
“……?”
Seong-hyeon finally opened his eyes, feeling the wetness around them. An overwhelming fatigue weighed him down. He slowly wiped his eyes and looked down at his belly, slightly rounded from the man’s relentless release. The familiar sensation was horrifying, but even more chilling was the mark on his lower abdomen.
‘But now you’ll have a womb, so be careful for a while.’
Seong-hyeon felt a wave of nausea as memories flooded back. He swallowed the bile rising in his throat. The emptiness and betrayal he felt upon realizing the truth gnawed at him.
He looked around the empty bedroom, his face expressionless, and walked towards the dresser. With each step, the man’s semen trickled down his thighs. He opened the dresser and took out an object, then slowly made his way out of the bedroom. A faint noise came from the kitchen.
Step by step, his hand trembled as he clutched the object tightly. His breath grew ragged from the effort of moving his exhausted body. Yet, he pressed on.
Reaching the kitchen, he saw the man’s back as he cooked. Sensing Seong-hyeon’s presence, the man spoke softly without turning around.
“You’re awake, Seong-hyeon?”
Silence.
“You must be hungry. I’m making food, just wait a moment…….”
The man turned to face Seong-hyeon, a gentle smile on his face, as if looking at the most precious person in the world. His gaze didn’t falter even as he saw the sharp scissors in Seong-hyeon’s trembling hand.
“…”
After a moment, the man turned back to the stove. “Just a moment. The soup will be ready soon.”
Seong-hyeon’s vision blurred with rage. His breath hitched as fury coursed through him like electric shocks. He raised the scissors, the blades glinting.
Does he think I won’t stab him? Is that why he’s so calm?
Seong-hyeon’s life was already in ruins. With his body and mind altered, there was no way to live normally. He had to eliminate the man—the monstrous presence that would haunt him forever if left alive. There was no escape until one of them was gone.
“Seong-hyeon.”
The man’s voice cut through the bubbling of the soup, gentle as ever.
“Be careful, hold the handle properly.”
His voice was soft, concerned only for Seong-hyeon’s safety, with no hint of fear or resentment towards the threat he posed. Only worry for Seong-hyeon filled his words.
“……”
Seong-hyeon’s heart ached as he realized the depth of his feelings. He wanted to believe that the man was merely putting on a show, feigning indifference, but something held him back from striking.
‘I wanted to be special to him.’
Why did those words echo in his mind?
‘He called me by my name.’
Kwon Ha-jin.
‘That one call was my lifelong salvation.’
That madman.
‘If you had liked me, Seong-hyeon, it would have been… wonderful.’
Why did he remember Ha-jin’s tear-streaked smile as he said those words?
‘I love you, Seong-hyeon.’
Ha-jin was wrong. This wasn’t love.
‘You calling my name kept me alive.’
Yet, the image of Ha-jin, smiling or crying, remained etched in Seong-hyeon’s mind, like a permanent scar. He had seemed so genuinely happy.
Seong-hyeon couldn’t identify the emotions surging within him. He wanted to kill the man before him—Ha-jin, who had ruined his life and stolen everything from him. Yet, seeing Ha-jin willingly offer his life, as if Seong-hyeon was the only thing that mattered, left him conflicted.
“Ha-jin.”
Seong-hyeon’s voice cracked as he called out. Ha-jin still didn’t turn around. Seong-hyeon asked, “Do you love me?”
A moment of silence hung heavy in the air, filled only by their breaths. Time seemed to stand still before Ha-jin finally turned to face him. There was no fear in his eyes.
Ha-jin walked towards Seong-hyeon, his steps steady. Seong-hyeon’s grip tightened on the scissors, his hand trembling as veins bulged beneath his skin.
Three steps, two steps, one step.
When they were barely an arm’s length apart, Ha-jin knelt before Seong-hyeon, his head bowed. He pressed his lips to Seong-hyeon’s foot, the warmth familiar and comforting.
“I love you.”
Kneeling, Ha-jin looked up at Seong-hyeon, his eyes filled with devotion.
“I love you, Seong-hyeon.”
He smiled, genuinely happy, and pressed his cheek against the sharp blade of the scissors in Seong-hyeon’s hand.
“I love you.”
Seong-hyeon felt his heart gripped tightly as Ha-jin whispered his love, like a child who knew no other words. Each declaration of love seemed to squeeze his heart tighter. The trembling tip of the scissors grazed Ha-jin’s cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. Seeing it, Seong-hyeon closed his eyes tightly. The scissors slipped from his weakened grasp, clattering to the floor. He crumpled beside them, his body giving way.
Strong, warm arms enveloped him, holding him close.
“I love you, Yoon Seong-hyeon.”
The whispered words sent a shiver down Seong-hyeon’s spine. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to pick up the scissors and plunge them into the man’s chest, but the warmth of Ha-jin’s embrace held him captive. He couldn’t break free, nor did he want to.
“You’re insane…….”
This wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. It was nothing more than a selfish desire to possess and control, even if it meant destroying the other person. It was obsession, delusion, and foolishness.
Yet, feeling the warmth of Ha-jin’s arms around him wasn’t love. The ache in his chest at the sight of Ha-jin’s smiling face wasn’t love. Realizing he couldn’t bring himself to kill this man, and finding himself embracing him back, wasn’t love.
None of it was love. It couldn’t be.
“I love you, Seong-hyeon.”
But perhaps…
‘Maybe love isn’t always beautiful and shining.’
Maybe this was… something else.
