A loud crack of thunder boomed outside the window. It was the perfect weather for villains to strike.
Georgina struggled to suppress her pounding heart, which felt like it was about to burst through her ribcage, as she studied the man standing before her.
She could hardly believe what she’d just done herself. Using drugs as leverage to propose a deal? Unbelievable.
“If Lady Catherine finds out, she might actually kill you.”
Despite his words, Andrew couldn’t tear his eyes away from the small plastic bag in Georgina’s hand. He looked like a lab dog salivating at the scent of meat—drool threatening to drip from his lips, eyes gleaming with a manic hunger. The sight sent a chill racing down Georgina’s spine.
“Which is exactly why this stays between just the two of us.”
Georgina squared her shoulders, feigning total confidence as if she had nothing to be afraid of.
“If this gets out, I’m not the only one who’ll be in trouble, right? We both get what we want, and we keep our mouths shut forever. If that’s too hard for you, we can call it off right now. I won’t lose sleep over it.”
Her tone was calm, rehearsed—but inside, she was terrified. She couldn’t believe how bold she’d become. Threatening her own uncle with something that bordered on blackmail—it felt surreal, like she was on stage in some kind of play.
Andrew finally spoke.
“What’s your deal, really? This isn’t just curiosity—it’s way too much for that.”
He was absolutely right. This had gone far beyond some teenage impulse. She’d crossed a line. Several lines, in fact.
But right now, Georgina was like a car with broken brakes, speeding full throttle around the track. There was no stopping—only flooring the gas toward the finish.
“I need to know the secrets everyone in this house seems to be keeping from me.”
Taking a deep breath, she made her final offer.
“So what’s it gonna be? You can taste heaven in exchange for keeping one more secret. Or…”
Before she could finish, Andrew lunged for the bag. She nearly lost her grip, but dodged just in time.
“Tch,” he clicked his tongue in frustration and spat on the floor.
Georgina backed up a few steps, glaring at him as she raised the plastic pouch higher, her fingers pinching the edge for dramatic effect.
“Make your choice. But if you try anything stupid, I’ll just…”
“W-Wait, wait, just hold on a second!”
Seeing his niece pretend like she was about to throw it out the window, Andrew turned pale and frantically waved both hands. The outcome was already sealed.
Watching him gasp and tremble, Georgina waited for his surrender.
“Not a fan of dragging things out. Should I just toss it and be done with this?”
“I said WAIT, damn it! You crazy bitch, stop!!”
He clutched his head in anguish, the picture of a man on the brink. And in that moment, Georgina silently promised herself—I am never touching that stuff.
Even as his eyes remained glued to the drug, the lingering fear in his voice made it clear he hadn’t completely lost his grip.
“That stuff… it’s the real deal, right? Huh? If it turns out to be fake, I swear I’ll kill you…”
Whatever sanity he had was long gone. Georgina swallowed dryly, a faint tremor in her throat.
“Of course it’s real. This is the top-tier stuff. I already proved that to you earlier, didn’t I?”
Of course, the amount had been absurdly small. All Andrew had done was sneak a glimpse at heaven from a far, unreachable place. But now, nothing—not even fear—could stop him.
“Ah… okay, okay, fine… I’ll tell you everything. Just—give me the stuff. That first. Hurry, come on!”
Trembling all over, he dropped to his knees and begged. Watching him, Georgina deliberately tore off the edge of the plastic bag and let a little of the powder spill onto the floor.
Andrew crawled over on his knees and shoved his nose to the ground, snorting and sniffing with obscene, animal-like noises. He lifted his head shortly after, already looking disappointed—but for Georgina, this was only the beginning.
“First, tell me. What’s the secret everyone’s hiding from Winston?”
Without wasting another second, she pulled out the next bag and gave it a shake. Like a trained dog, Andrew stammered and began to talk. At first, he hesitated, fumbling through broken words. But once he inhaled the second dose, that hesitation vanished without a trace.
At the start, Georgina’s heart had pounded so hard it felt like it might explode—equal parts fear and thrill at having broken such a taboo. But as the story went deeper, unease and regret slowly crept in.
I shouldn’t have done this.
A blinding flash of light suddenly pierced down behind her, followed by a thunderous crash like the world was collapsing. It sounded like the heavens themselves were punishing hidden sins. Jolted by the deafening roar, she spun around instinctively.
The world outside had gone pitch black, torrential rain falling endlessly from the sky.
Frozen in place for a moment, she finally turned back—and there he was: Andrew, his eyes rolled back in his head, limbs twisted in grotesque spasms, gasping for breath.
Pfrghk, pfrghk, wet, gurgling sounds burst from his mouth, like a horse choking on its reins. Foam laced his breathing. This pathetic, writhing man was her uncle. And the one who had turned him into this—was Georgina.
Now, she knew everything.
Just how filthy, how vile her so-called refined and dignified family really was.
The cowardly deceptions were still unfolding. Still playing everyone for fools.
Enough.
A voice whispered deep inside her chest. Pretend you don’t know. Right now. Turn back before it’s too late.
Are you going to betray your family?
“Andrew.”
Even as reason screamed in her head, her mouth moved on its own. It was as if someone else had taken over her body and was speaking through her.
“What you just said—can you prove it? I mean…”
She paused, then added in a hoarse, cracked voice:
“Do you have evidence?”
No way he does.
That was Georgina’s thought. If not, she had no moves left to make.
Once he came down from the high, Andrew would deny everything. And who would believe a drugged-out junkie anyway? It would all be written off as nonsense…
“Puhuhuhuhuhu…”
A limp, deranged laugh leaked from Andrew’s mouth.
And once again, a monstrous thunderclap crashed between them.
***
“……Ah!”
Yu-jin furrowed his brow and squeezed his eyes shut. It had been so long since he’d felt this weight inside him—his lower body flushed with heat. Haa, haa—his breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling on its own.
In a panic, Yu-jin wrapped his arms around Winston’s shoulders and buried his face in his neck.
What is this? Why is my heart pounding like this?
Their bare skin burned where it touched, searing hot like flames. Every time Winston gasped and thrust upward, Yu-jin felt his insides stretch, little by little.
“My love.”
Winston murmured like a man in a trance, kissing alternately at Yu-jin’s temple and cheek. Every spot his lips touched felt like it had been branded, heat flaring up in its wake. Yu-jin tilted his head back, gasping, and Winston ran his lips along the exposed length of his throat.
“Ahhh…”
A long sigh slipped out from Yu-jin’s lips.
Then, Winston shifted positions with his torso still upright. The hole, stretched wide, twisted around him, and an involuntary moan escaped from Yu-jin’s throat.
“You’re so beautiful, Yu-jin.”
Winston, utterly entranced, murmured praises over and over, kissing all over Yu-jin’s body and lightly grazing him with his teeth.
As though simply filling Yu-jin’s insides wasn’t enough, he pulled the man even tighter into his thick arms, locking their bodies together with no room to spare.
Sweat-slicked skin pressed flush, their trembling bodies vibrating in unison.
“Ah… ahh… A-Aah!”
Yu-jin’s strained moans burst from him in rapid succession.
Winston held him close, only moving his hips as he drove in and out.
The pace was so fast, so relentless, that Yu-jin couldn’t keep up—he could only gasp for breath, laced with desperate cries.
“……Ah!”
The sound that left his lips changed suddenly.
Yu-jin’s eyes flew open, breath sucked in through clenched teeth. That reaction only spurred Winston to move even harder.
His burning-hot cock pressed against the tightly sealed entrance of Yu-jin’s womb, and with repeated, focused stimulation, the barrier finally began to part.
Winston didn’t miss that moment.
His cock plunged deep inside, halting when it reached its mark. Yu-jin could feel the shift in Winston’s massive body through their fully joined skin—could feel him tense up in an instant.
Then, that unmistakable heat poured into his belly—proof that the man had just emptied every last drop of his seed inside him.
“Haaah…”
Winston let out a long, satisfied breath and slowly looked down.
And then, their eyes met—Yu-jin’s gaze still dazed and unfocused.
For a while, the two of them simply stared at each other in silence.
Winston was the first to move.
He leaned in and gently kissed Yu-jin’s trembling lips, still slick with sweat and fluids. Keeping their lips pressed together, he whispered:
“This time… you’re really going to carry my child, Yu-jin.”
Winston murmured again.
Catching his breath over Yu-jin’s slack, blinking face, he slowly began to move once more—his cock still firmly buried, pressed flush against the entrance to his womb, completely sealing it off. No matter how much more semen he released now, it would pool deep inside Yu-jin’s belly.
The outcome of this act might have been obvious—at least, if they were just any ordinary couple.
But of course, for the two of them… it was a different story entirely.
