Chapter 04. Inside the Mouth
I watched the grains of sand falling silently inside the hourglass.
Was it really falling without a sound? Curious, I pressed my ear against it. A faint ssssss— sound accompanied the falling sand.
The man found my actions amusing. Sitting on the bed, he let out a low laugh.
I obediently ate the fried rice he had brought and drank my usual cocoa. Then, with a gentle expression, he handed me the hourglass as a gift.
This wasn’t the watch I had asked for. For a moment, I couldn’t control my expression and almost snapped at him. But I was waiting for him to let his guard down, and I needed quick results, so I swallowed my anger. Instead, I forced a smile, pretending to be genuinely delighted. I placed the hourglass down and, feigning innocence, pressed my ear to it, marveling at it—all for the same reason.
“What were you doing today?”
“Just sitting on the bed like always.”
“Nothing else?”
“There’s nothing to do.”
“Should I bring you dominoes?”
“…….”
I knew I had to smile, but my expression stiffened. The man tilted his head slightly, stroking his chin as if he knew everything. He murmured softly,
“You’re acting strange today.”
My heart pounded—thump, thump. Had I been too obvious? Had he already noticed? I forced myself to turn my head away, avoiding his gaze. He stared at me persistently, then got up from the bed and stood. As I leaned against the drawer, pretending to admire the hourglass, he approached and brushed his fingers along my temple. My body trembled, and I struggled to stay still.
“Poor thing. You’re shaking. What are you thinking about?”
“……Just… admitting that I’m starting to need you. That’s all.”
“That’s good to hear. How do you need me? Tell me with your own mouth.”
“I… I…”
Before I knew it, I was caught up in it. The man narrowed his eyes and smiled. His lower body pressed against mine, and my body instinctively leaned against the drawer. Animal. Always in heat like a mad dog.
I wanted to curse, but the words stuck in my throat. I knew what he wanted to hear. He whispered into my ear, his voice dripping with affection,
“Hmm? Tell me, Siwoo. Don’t think unnecessary thoughts.”
At the words “unnecessary thoughts,” I flinched. Slowly, as if being pulled, I opened my mouth. I had to make him drop his guard before he realized I was actually thinking about something else.
“Let’s have sex.”
“How, specifically?”
“……Just… like always…”
“Where? How many times should I fuck you?”
“In… in the room. Until it feels good.”
His face drew closer, as if to kiss me, and my breath quickened. He traced my lips with his fingers, licked them with his tongue, then suddenly scooped me up in his arms.
In an instant, I was carried out of the room. He took me to the bathroom, set me down on the floor, and turned on the showerhead, just as I had said—like always.
“Then we’ll start with an enema.”
I wanted to retort, but I bit my lip and held back. The man held the shower hose, looking at me with a Hmm? He waited. I turned around in a submissive posture, spreading my legs. He stroked my head a few times, then slowly slid his hand between my buttocks, spreading them apart before inserting the hose.
Water flowed into me through the hose.
My entire body, lying face down, twitched. The water filling my insides felt like it was piercing through me, and I could only take shallow, meaningless breaths. I hated to admit it, but I was getting used to this.
During enemas, I always felt strangely alone. Even though the man was right beside me. The floor seemed to writhe, as if it were swallowing me whole. The writhing floor felt like thick jelly, and I panted as if I were being ensnared by tentacles.
The terrifying sensation made me look for the man, even in the middle of the enema. I knew this was what he wanted, that everything was a trap he had set, but when it actually happened, my mind went blank. My weak spirit needed him.
After the enema, my entire body was washed, and I was held in his arms.
The man had already undressed and was holding me, wiping me down and sucking up my tears.
His fingers, spreading my loosened hole, used the water as lubrication to stimulate the depths. I moaned, ngh, ngh, my face flushed as I felt his touch. My ass moved on its own, my hips grinding against his.
I clung to his shoulders with both hands, my face slack as I seduced him. I stuck out my tongue to reach his lips, reddened by the moisture.
The man kissed me, as if he would devour me whole. My trembling hips, my insides that had learned pleasure, the tears that wouldn’t stop, our tongues tangled obscenely—everything craved him.
When he pulled his fingers out of my hole with a beastly groan, I aligned myself with his cock and pressed my ass down like a temptress, as if urging him on. The act of making him drop his guard had long since faded from my mind, and I was genuinely in heat for him.
After the sex in the bathroom, we moved to the room, and I panted again.
I was on all fours, my ass pushed back like a dog, trembling.
Do you like it? he asked. Without hesitation, I said I did. When his cock hit the spot deep inside me, I licked and bit my wrist, which was pressed against the bed. I couldn’t keep my senses straight.
Every time he thrust in with a thud, I screamed.
When I lowered my head as far as it would go, I could see my cock, red as if it would burst, and the semen dripping from it.
The bed was damp. The faint scent of night-blooming flowers lingering in the air was proof of how long our sex had lasted. Behind my swaying cock, I could see his cock moving in and out of me.
It was a strange sight. My eyes reddened, and I frowned.
“Ngh…… Ah, ah, there, ah. Feels good.”
The man leaned over me, wrapping his body around mine. Clinging to me without a gap, he wiped away the sweat beaded on my back. It was so hot. The smooth skin pressed against me made my mind hazy. His cock, which had almost pulled out to the tip, suddenly plunged deep inside me. The man trembled as he held me tightly, gripping the sheets with a keuk. The head of his cock pressed exactly where it felt best, and warm semen spread inside me. A disgusting pleasure stirred my brain, and I arched my back, collapsing as the orgasm overwhelmed me.
It took a long time to come down from the orgasm. When my scrambled brain finally regained some clarity, the man turned me over in his arms.
With blurred vision, I looked up at his face in front of me and thought:
Maybe it’s already too late to escape.
I had become an animal to live with an animal.
I doubted I could ever return to being human.
The man consistently rewarded me. Every time I said I hated him, every time I rejected and despised him, he punished me.
Because of today’s sex, the two padlocks he had placed in the room were unlocked.
I didn’t know how many days I had been in this house, but I could finally use the bathroom alone.
I blankly opened and closed the door he had unlocked, over and over.
Lying lazily, the man watched me and asked,
“Do you like it that much?”
“I do. Now I can go to the bathroom by myself…”
“Watching you relieve yourself was quite entertaining. I liked it.”
“……Why did you unlock it? You said you liked it.”
“Because now there are more things you need me for, besides that.”
“……That sounds like if I keep needing you, you’ll let me out of the house.”
I muttered in despair. I knew he was taming me. There was no reason to be shocked by his chilling answer—that there were more things I needed him for.
“I don’t want to let you go, but it wouldn’t be hard.”
“……What?”
“As long as you come back. As long as you need me. What can’t I do for you?”
Could he really decide something like that so easily?
But his answer wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
